But if I really say it, the radio won’t play it

Boldly creative art has been facing censorship for centuries, and attempts to stifle provocative popular music lyrics have been going on since the Top 40 Hit Parade debuted way back in the 1930s.  Over the years and still true today (although to a far lesser extent), song words have been occasionally bleeped, masked and even outright banned to keep lyrics deemed inappropriate or objectionable from being heard on the public airwaves.

musiccensorshipMuch as films were heavily censored in the ’30s, ’40s and ’50s to remove any scenes or dialog considered by industry watchdogs to be immoral, popular music in the first decades of the rock and roll era often came under the same sort of scrutiny by record company executives and radio programmers.

Instances of censorship involved different types of objections — profanity, politics, sacrilege, sexual content, drug abuse, even commercial product mentions.  Radio programmers typically said they were worried of running afoul of decency laws or offending powerful interests, but more often than not, they were just as concerned about losing revenues from advertisers or local retailers who refused to be associated with a song’s edgy lyrical content.

But what, exactly, is edgy?  How do we define it?  Standards regarding what is objectionable have changed significantly over 80+ years.  This is particularly true when it comes to lyrics about sex.  In 1943, for example, a British singer named George Formby found out that his recording of a song called “Who I’m Cleaning Windows” was going to be banned from airplay because the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) decided the lyric was “too racy.”  Here’s how it went:  “The blushing bride she looks divine, the bridegroom he is doing fine, I’d rather have his job than mine, when I’m cleaning windows…”  Wow.  This innocuous song was banned, evidently, because someone determined we shouldn’t hear lyrics that they thought described a voyeur spying on newlyweds from his perch on the window washing scaffold.

db6cb9329f23e7191be3a3643587b5f8Van Morrison’s beloved 1967 classic “Brown-Eyed Girl” raised eyebrows at the time because of the obvious sexual lyric “making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you” in the third verse.  Most stations were reluctant to ban the whole song, so they simply removed that line and replaced it by repeating “laughing and a-running, hey hey” from the first verse, despite Morrison’s heated protestations.

(It’s interesting to note that Morrison had originally written the song about a Caribbean woman and had entitled it “Brown-Skinned Girl,” but the record company refused to release a song that seemed to endorse a mixed-race relationship, so he grudgingly agreed to change it to “Brown-Eyed Girl.”)

By 1987, the George Michael hit “I Want Your Sex” managed to reach #1 that year, but it met enough resistance in a few conservative areas to create the alternate version “I Want Your Love.”  And through the years, there has been no shortage of rather graphic sex-oriented lyrics hidden deep on rock albums (check out Frank Zappa’s “Dinah-Moe Humm” from 1973), but they usually slid under the radar because they didn’t get radio play except on the most maverick FM stations.

87bcc222ebdcd223a8f847c44971567cMany songs with references to drug use started in the freewheeling ’60s with tracks like Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit,” which tied the story of “Alice in Wonderland” to hallucinogens.   And while John Lennon always maintained the “LSD” initials of The Beatles’ “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” was purely coincidental, the song was clearly awash in psychedelic imagery.

And there are much earlier examples:  Some versions of the 1940s-era Cole Porter standard “I Get a Kick Out of You” were rewritten to remove the second verse — “Some, they may go for cocaine, I’m sure that if I took even one sniff, it would bore me terrifically too, yet I get a kick out of you” — because censors feared it would glamourize drug use (even though it’s clear the singer didn’t even try the stuff!).

While drug-oriented lyrics abound on many album tracks of rock LPs, if they show up in the hit singles, they’re usually subject to some sort of censorship.  Tom Petty’s 1994 song “You Don’t Know How It Feels” includes the line, “Let’s get to the point, let’s roll another joint,” a blatant marijuana reference that was intentionally garbled by many radio stations.

13000745_f520Sometimes the censors were totally off-base, interpreting an innocent children’s fairy tale like Peter, Paul & Mary’s “Puff the Magic Dragon” as a veiled reference to smoking weed.   “Oh, for crying out loud,” said Peter Yarrow in 1963 when the song was released.  “It’s just a children’s song, a story about a boy and a dragon.”  But some stations in conservative areas blackballed it anyway, at least for a while.

Overt political views were sometimes deemed too controversial for radio play.  Barry McGuire’s antiwar song “Eve of Destruction” (1965) made waves because of the line ‘they’re old enough to kill but not for votin’.”  The Sex Pistols’ “God Save the Queen” (1976) and Paul wingsadMcCartney’s “Give Ireland Back to the Irish” (1972) were banned from the BBC for their perceived anti-government opinions.

Stations squeamish about offending religious groups took issue with The Beatles’ “The Ballad of John and Yoko” (1969), which was bleeped in most Bible Belt markets each time Lennon sang, “Christ!  You know it ain’t easy…”  Producers of the rock opera “Jesus Christ Superstar” had to battle mightily for a while to get the title track played in some communities that assumed it was blasphemous.  The Charlie Daniels Band’s “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” (1979) met resistance too — not because of Satan (who loses the fiddle duel, after all), but with the line “I told you once, you son of a bitch,” which was changed to “son of a gun” in some markets.

The Who’s “My Generation” (1965), with its stuttering vocals, was thought by some to be offensive to those with speech impediments.  Dire Straits’ “Money for Nothing” (1985) faced a fight regarding what many considered a defamatory remark against gays in the second verse — “that little faggot is a millionaire” — even though composer Mark Knopfler pointed out he was belittling the small-minded thinking of the character who spoke the line.  In these cases, the bans didn’t last more than a week or so, but it’s interesting to note that objections were raised at all.

5601251768_e298d3a946_bThe BBC even had a firm rule against any commercial product placement in song lyrics, which caused problems for Paul Simon’s hit “Kodachrome” (1973).  The Kinks’ singer Ray Davies had to return to a London studio to re-record a vocal part for the 1970 hit “Lola,” revising the lyric from Coca-Cola to cherry cola.

For years, “The Ed Sullivan Show” ruled supreme as the arbiter of which rock ‘n roll groups were worthy of nationwide TV exposure, beginning with Elvis in 1956 and up through the game-changing Beatles performances in early 1964.  But Sullivan reserved the right to approve all material, and in 1967, he rolled the dice twice by inviting two ed-sullivan-mick-jaggeredgier acts to appear.  First he booked those bad British brats, The Rolling Stones, and demanded that their brash young singer, Mick Jagger, change the words of “Let’s Spend the Night Together” to “Let’s Spend Some Time Together.”  Jagger went along, but rolled his eyes at the camera each time he sang it.

Then a month later came Jim Morrison and The Doors, who were forced to alter their #1 hit “Light My Fire” by changing “girl, we couldn’t get much higher” to “girl, we couldn’t get much better” (even though it didn’t rhyme with “liar” and “fire”).  Morrison played along during rehearsals, but when the show was taped, he looked defiantly into the camera and sang the real lyric, and Sullivan went through the roof, canceling all future appearances by the group.

The main problem with censorship, though, has alway been that it’s arbitrary and uneven in enforcement.  Who gets to say what is objectionable?  How do we determine the standards?  When and where are they enforced?  Why do some songs face an embargo or tampering while others skate by without any challenges?

R-5879313-1423648758-5310.jpegA couple of Gary Puckett songs in the late ’60s — “Young Girl,” “This Girl is a Woman Now” — focused on a creepy infatuation of a young girl by an older guy that, looking at it now, clearly bordered on pedophilia, but they somehow escaped the censors’ attention at the time.  Even more curious was the case of The Buoys, a one-hit wonder group who had the sheer chutzpah to release a single in 1971 called “Timothy” that told the disturbing tale of three poor souls who were trapped in a caved-in mine, and two of the boys ate the third boy in order to survive!

The hypocrisy and randomness of the censors’ actions was puzzling, to say the least.  Having sex in the grass?  No way, Jose.  Cannibalism?  Hey, no problem.  Share a little weed?  Not on your life.  Interest in underage girls?  Oh, that’s okay.

XOASMmwPerhaps the most extreme response to a supposedly objectionable lyric came in 1963 when a team of agents from J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI spent months investigating whether the words to The Kingsmen’s “Louie Louie” were obscene.  Teens had furtively talked about how the lyrics were allegedly about a sexual liaison, but in fact, the song (written in 1957) was a rather bland ode from a sailor to his girl back home.  Thanks to a marble-mouthed vocalist and less-than-optimum recording techniques, the words were pretty much impossible to decipher, even when studied at different speeds under headphones, and the FBI eventually threw up their hands.

R-2508766-1287871057.jpegBut that was then, this is now.  In 2010, R&B artist CeeLo Green had an enormous hit with a song called, believe it or not, “F–k You.”  They released a cleaned-up version called “Forget You” to satisfy radio programmers, but most listeners, to no one’s surprise, preferred the original.

The times they are a-changin’, indeed…

 

Jeremiah was a bullfrog

To be a 16-year-old music lover in 1971 was a wondrous time.

Rock ‘n roll wasn’t universally loved when it arrived on the charts in 1955, not by a long shot, but over the next 15 years, it grew exponentially in popularity as the music and its audience matured.  It grew like a massive oak, branching out into multiple mini-genres – folk rock, acid rock, Motown and soul, bubblegum, country rock, electric blues, even (already?) roots rock.  Quite the cornucopia of styles.

By 1971, the table was set with a sumptuous buffet of musical options from which to choose.  The Stones and The Who were at their creative peaks.  You could still enjoy The Beatles’ final albums while trying to adjust to their initial solo work.  There were the San Francisco jam bands like the Grateful Dead and Quicksilver Messenger Service, and the early metal bands like Deep Purple and Grand Funk laying down hefty slabs of power chords.  The progressive rock coming from England – Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Genesis – was pushing boundaries, and the ever-evolving rhythm-and-blues scene crackled as Motown and Memphis morphed into funk and Philly soul.  Dozens of confessional singer-songwriters emanating from Laurel Canyon added emotional depth, and if you wanted to, you could still reach back and appreciate what the pioneers had accomplished with “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On” and “Chantilly Lace.”  And, as always, there were the middle-of-the-road acts churning out bland pablum for the unhip.

It was all there, from Black Sabbath to the Partridge Family.

It was also a time when Top 40 was losing its grip on the American musical psyche, as most record buyers were turning away from singles and investing in albums instead.  In 1967-68, singles still ruled, but by 1970-71, albums outsold singles. People wanted to hear bands’ complete artistic statements.  They liked The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again” and James Taylor’s “You’ve Got a Friend” just fine, but they wanted to know what the rest of the songs on “Who’s Next” and “Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon” sounded like.  We still chuckled at ditties like “One Toke Over the Line” by a one-off duo like Brewer & Shipley, but most of us were ready to invest our time and money in the whole body of work found on “What’s Going On” or “Sticky Fingers.”

In 1971, it was an embarrassment of riches: Led Zeppelin’s “Untitled/Zoso/IV,” Carole King’s “Tapestry,” Yes’s “The Yes Album” AND “Fragile,” Cat Stevens’ “Teaser and the Firecat,” Jethro Tull’s “Aqualung,” Van Morrison’s “Tupelo Honey,” Santana’s “Santana III,” Crosby Stills Nash & Young’s “Four-Way Street,” the Allman Brothers’ “At the Fillmore East,” John Lennon’s “Imagine,” Eric Clapton and his alter ego Derek’s “Layla,” Joni Mitchell’s “Blue,” David Bowie’s “Hunky Dory,” Neil Young’s “After the Gold Rush,” Traffic’s “The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys,” Elton John’s “Madman Across the Water,” Don McLean’s “American Pie,” The Doors’ swan song, “L.A. Woman”…

So I chuckle now as I remember lying in a hospital bed in February 1971, recovering from knee surgery, as the radio played a new song by Three Dog Night, a band I liked okay – didn’t love them, but they were okay.  And the song starts with the excruciating line that has plagued us ever since: “Jeremiah was a bullfrog.”

I instantly hated it.  Good God, I thought, what has become of Three Dog Night?  They used to grab me with great stuff like “Easy To Be Hard” from the Broadway hit “Hair,” or Harry Nilsson’s great “One,” or the wonderfully melodic “Out in the Country.”  But what was this dreck?  “Joy to the World“?  “Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me”??  Seriously??

(I was later amused to learn that the band apparently disliked the song as much as I did, giving it a thumbs down when their manager suggested it for them.  They resisted, but eventually gave in and recorded it, and groaned when it became a massive hit single.  “I never liked ‘Joy to the World’, and can’t stand to hear it on the radio,” said vocalist Chuck Negron in his tell-all book “Three Dog Nightmare.”  Negron no longer participates in Three Dog Night reunion tours but remaining members Danny Hutton and Cory Wells are saddled with performing it every night.)

In a year when brilliant, substantive #1 songs like “It’s Too Late” and “Me and Bobby McGee” were released, “Joy to the World” was by far 1971’s Number One selling song in the USA.  It went on to become enormously popular at wedding receptions and even appeared on the soundtrack of the baby-boom classic flick “The Big Chill” 20 years after the fact.  It was enough to make you want to throw up.

“Joy to the World” wasn’t the only hideous #1 tune of 1971, by the way.  There was Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves,” and Dawn’s “Knock Three Times” and The Honey Cone’s “Want Ads.”  But really, in just about any year you name, the popular music landscape has been littered with insipid, inane ditties that rocketed to #1 over far more worthy songs.  Remember “Release Me” by Englebert Humperdinck?  I didn’t think so.  But incredibly, it kept the spectacular double-sided Beatles single “Penny Lane/Strawberry Fields Forever” from the #1 spot in the UK in 1967.  Similarly, you may be sick to death of “Hey Jude” at this point, but can you believe it was ousted from its #1 perch in the US in 1968 by a piece of crap like Jeannie C. Riley’s “Harper Valley PTA”?

I once put together a mixed tape I called “Cringeworthy Songs of the ‘70s.”  These were the truly putrid songs that, in a searing indictment of the listening public’s taste, somehow managed to reach the top of the charts – “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden,” “My Ding-a-Ling,” “The Candy Man,” “The Night Chicago Died.”  Just for fun, I used to put it on at parties and watch the reactions of horror and disgust.  But every so often, some partygoer would hear one of these awful tracks and exclaim, “Oh, I used to LOVE this song!”

And that’s the underlying fact about popular music:  One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.  As much as I shudder at this stuff, I fully recognize, and am sympathetic to, the phenomenon known as the “guilty pleasure.”  Lord knows I’ve wallowed in the depths of some amazingly shallow music over the years.  We all love songs we feel we shouldn’t – songs that are embarrassingly saccharine, or stupid, or simplistic.  “If” by Bread, or “Dizzy” by Tommy Roe, or “Brand New Key” by Melanie.  Or, later, the hits by Debbie Boone, The Captain and Tennille, or the Bellamy Brothers.  My wife cringes every time I crank up a song like “Rainy Days and Mondays” by the Carpenters.  “Oh my GOD,” she says, “how can you LISTEN to this??”

Well, here’s how.  I was 16.  I was in my mom’s car with my new driver’s license and my new girlfriend.  I was really hoping to finally kiss this girl after weeks of hoping and trying.  That lightweight Carpenters song, with its wistful sax solo, came on the radio, and damned if we didn’t start making out.  And now, lo and behold, that song is part of my life’s soundtrack.

That’s what music does.  That’s the power it has.

Truth be told, somewhere, to someone, “Jeremiah was a bullfrog” has the same effect.