Sisters are doing it for themselves

images-18When rock ‘n roll arrived in 1955, it was heralded by its proponents as nothing short of a musical revolution.  Throw out all the old rules, they said, it’s a new morning, and the new guard is here to shake, rattle and roll things up. But this revolutionary “new guard” — guys like Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Little Richard, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, and many dozens of pretenders to the throne — was woefully lacking in one key area:  They were all men.

Where were all the women?

It’s curious to look back now and see what a boys club it was then, from the singer to the drummer, the producer, the engineer, the label executive, even the record store owner and radio DJ.  As in most industries at the time, women in the music business faced discrimination, harassment and outright exclusion by a male power structure.  (“You sing great, sweet thing, now let us finish the record and I’ll see you in my dressing room later…”)  It seems a shame to me that, except for a few rare trailblazers, women were typically limited exclusively to supporting roles as mere background vocalists, even though sometimes it was the women who had the star power, the pipes, or the songwriting talent that everyone loved.

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Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true


Several weeks ago, I recounted my very favorite rock concert experience — Bruce Springsteen at the Allen Theater in Cleveland in August 1975.

Today, I revisit my very first rock concert experience:  Led Zeppelin at Public Auditorium, Cleveland, October 24, 1969.

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There was so much going in the popular music scene in 1969 that it’s almost overwhelming to contemplate.  The high-water mark of Woodstock and the nightmare of Altamont; the Beatles’ swan song, “Abbey Road”; Motown acts the Temptations and Supremes dabbling in “psychedelic soul”; the debuts of Crosby, Stills & Nash and Joni Mitchell; the one-off Clapton/Winwood project, Blind Faith; Bob Dylan’s countryish “Nashville Skyline”;  the horns-heavy bands Chicago Transit Authority and Blood, Sweat and Tears; “Tommy” and “Let It Bleed” from the Who and the Stones; Creedence Clearwater Revival’s swamp rock; “Easy Rider” and the beginning of rock music in film; and, regrettably, bubblegum pop like The Archie’s “Sugar Sugar,” which, believe it or not, cleveland_oct69_ad2-2was the #1 song of the year.

But perhaps the biggest story was the arrival of the British band that set the stage for the 1970s, and heavy metal, and lengthy solos, and arena-sized concerts, and larger-than-life tours, and private jets and non-stop #1 albums, and the seismic shift from buying singles to buying albums.  I’m speaking, of course, of Led Zeppelin.

In early 1969, at age 13, I went to my local record store, where, amongst the usual fare of popular artists and movie soundtracks, they had a bin labeled “Progressive Rock,” a mixed bag of LPs by strange new bands that hadn’t yet earned their own bin.  One album cover in particular grabbed my attention, with its graphically treated B&W photo depicting the infamous Hindenburg airship explosion.   What’s this? I thought.  I’m not sure why I felt intrigued enough to buy Led Zeppelin’s astonishing debut, but I did, along with the albums I had gone there to buy, Cream’s “Wheels of Fire” and Jimi Hendrix’s “Are You Experienced.”

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