Wednesday, 21 April 2010

The Poet's Address To The Nation State




THE POET’S ADDRESS ON THE
NATION STATE /
AND THE IRRELEVANCE OF PATRIOTISM

“Patriotism... is the egg from
which wars are hatched”
- Guy de Maupassant


meaning to write you,
get as far as the address

cross out ‘United Kingdom’,
refuse to inhabit a ‘kingdom’,
a kingdom is a fairyland Disney-cartoon
escapist drug of magical lies, unrealities,
and mystic dreamtime elitist
shit-royalist symbolism for
subservience and defeat

cross out ‘Great’ Britain too,
a geographical abstraction as
meaningless as ‘Greater Manchester’,
but it still stinks with hung-over imperialist
bloodghosts of xenophobic Tory gunboat
quasi-race myth superiority of slavery,
and deference to a class and an empire
that is a dominion of cemeteries

so here, now, my Old Albion genetic DNA-trace lineage
takes in Ranters, Utopian Socialists, Levellers, Luddites,
Anarcho-Syndicalists, Trade Unionists, CND No-Nukers,
Opium Eaters, Atheists, Regicides, Suffragettes, Pagans,
Anti-Vivisectionists, Peace Pledge Union-ists, vegetarians,
Chartists, insurrectionary poets, mad artist visionaries, &
the peasants and craftsmen whose blood waters the earth
of this dark and brooding land,
more enduring than empire,
nobler than monarchs

so England, yes,
and Yorkshire - that too, but
by the time I’ve worked my way through
it all I’ve forgotten what I meant
to write you
anyway



Published in:-
‘BUSSWARBLE no.50’ (Australia - March 2001)
‘THE BLACK ROSE no.7’ (UK - April 2001)

Peanut Butter Conspiracy: Turn On A Friend


‘TURN ON A FRIEND TO
PEANUT-BUTTER CONSPIRACY…
IT’S THE HAPPENING THING…!’

Album Review of:
‘PEANUT BUTTER CONSPIRACY IS SPREADING’
& ‘THE GREAT CONSPIRACY’ by
PEANUT BUTTER CONSPIRACY
(Sony Collectables COL CD 6096/ Sony A-27366)
www.peanutbutterconspiracy.com

‘Centuries of time, confuse the mind,
we live just to learn, are we finally learning to live…?’
(“Living Dream”)

It’s June 1967, and The Peanut Butter Conspiracy single “Turn On A Friend” is rather sniffily reviewed in a determinedly un-groovy ‘New Musical Express’. The uptight writer whines not only that he can’t decipher the words, but worse – if it’s about what he fears it’s about, he prefers not to know anyway, as though it’s altogether better he’s unable to decipher them. Of course, the song probably is about what he feared it was about. It’s not entirely unreasonable to assume that all that catchy chorus about ‘don’t be a miser, make your friend wiser’ is not entirely unrelated to Timothy Leary’s magical alchemy. And what else can those luring harmonies drawing you into ‘life is a trip if you know just-a how to use it, a rocket-ship ride whenever you choose it’ be about, if it’s not about the ingestion of certain chemical formulations? But its all so swathed in honeyed candy-cane hooks and love-euphemisms it’s also a pretty darn-good Pop single of its admittedly-crazy times. Or maybe the po-faced scribe was onto something? After all, there have been periodic rashes of narco-panic across the years ever since. Over Rave culture and the many MDMA re-combinations that shoved Shamen’s ‘e’s are good, e’s are good’ up the chart (and how come no-one thought to sample Conspiracy’s “Ecstasy” into a dance mash-up around this phase?), or the later moral panic over legal highs. And even though they were generally less drugs-literate back in 1967, was anyone really scammed by the tale about “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” being inspired by Julian’s school painting? Rock historian Lillian Roxon dismisses Peanut Butter Conspiracy as merely ‘one of the first of what were eventually to be hundreds of groups with trippy names’, neatly encapsulating the entire arc of their career with ‘some of the novelty appeal they had at the beginning faded somewhat when groups with trippier names, trippier songs and trippier music eventually overtook them’. But there’s more to it than that. The group-name Peanut Butter Conspiracy is a cunning elision of the mundane and the sinister, implying that this is a counter-culture subversion that begins at the suburban breakfast table. A sugared pill. Which is precisely the way “Turn On A Friends” functions. Perhaps, as the fire-cracker skies of their “Wonderment” suggests, they were simply ‘so far ahead we’re losing…’?

Once the Ashes – who cut a one-off single of Jackie DeShannon’s “Is There Anything I Can Do?” for LA indie Vault label, prior to that they’d been called the Young Swingers, and what self-respecting group could endure a name like that for long? Writer-bass-&-vocalist Alan Brackett – responsible for “Turn On A Friend” and “It’s A Happening Thing”, and writer-guitarist-vocalist John Merrill – who wrote “Then Came Love” and “Dark On You Now”, with Hippie-chick Barbara ‘Sandi’ Robinson whose angelic voice combines the strength of Mama Cass with the svelte beauty of Mama Michelle. This group-nucleus was carried over into PBC. Ashes drummer Spencer Dryden quit to replace Skip Spence in Jefferson Airplane. With new drummer Jim Voigt, new guitarist Lance Baker-Fent (of Green Man Media) bringing the line-up to five-strength, and ‘with the help of Owsley’ the Ashes became Peanut Butter Conspiracy, and signed to Columbia (CBS). Two albums followed, both recorded within the same year, the first with the super-promotable title-slogan ‘The Peanut Butter Conspiracy Is Spreading’ (Columbia 9454, 1967). Hot-shot producer Gary Usher was brought in to fine-tune its first sessions, bringing Glen Campbell and Ricky Nelson/Elvis-guitarist James Burton with him, to fill out what he perceived as their commercial deficiencies – something that still riles ex-members of the group. The launch single lifted from it, “It’s A Happening Thing” seemed to justify his vision as it first achieved regional radio high-rotation, before eventually peaking at a national no.93. Then I picked up on its airy yet dense-packed harmonies on UK pirate radio waves too, blown in on a breeze perfumed with the strangely evocative aromas of mystic West Coast long-haired New Age weirdness. It’s anthemic communal quality seemingly powered by the same contact-high as the Chester ‘Chet (Dino Valenti)’ Powers/ Jefferson Airplane song ‘Let’s Get Together’. Yet the lyric works both as a generalised love-generational love, as well as a personalised happening-thing gushing about ‘this love that flows within the heart of me’ as ‘the world and you become a part of me’. The chorus-hook ‘love is the grooviest thing… in the world’, carries the cautionary ‘up till now’ as though offering an escape clause in case something even groovier might be lurking just over the psychedelic horizon. There’s some spiky guitar in the spacey mid-point break, until it rides out on a ‘Penny Lane’ swoosh of reverberating feedback echo.

A fuzz-bass propels the more good-to-be-alive bubble-pop ‘B’-side, extending the sugared-pill ambiguity with generous hip-vocabulary references to a ‘trip through my thoughts’ and an invitation to ‘take me along on a trip through your mind’. The album’s second single – “Then Came Love” betrays the credible influence of Mamas & Papas harmonies and a hint of the John Phillips-melancholic in its changes. They’d learned their lesson well. It’s lush with over-smoochy strings and decorously ornate lyrics about a love that ‘glides on glowing wings’ to ‘land upon my soul’ where it casts ‘shadows of your love upon my heart’. Elsewhere there’s more variation. The non-original “Second Hand Man” warns his potential lover that hey, he’s been around, with its faintly vaudevillian strut climaxing with an ‘Oh Yeah!’ flourish. Even stranger, Baker-Fent’s only writing contribution “The Market Place” is a more fluid sinewy esoteric tempo-shift narrative of love-&-revenge with zany guitar effects, burbling flutes and tingling percussion. It tells of a flawed romance with just a nudge of contra-Marty Robbins. He meets her in the market where ‘your thoughts are turning onto me, my heart like a candle of flame, my eyes are burning like coals in me’. But her father’s disapproving bad-guys are closing in, and they have guns. Instead of dying a hero’s death as in ‘Gunfighter Ballads’, he admits ‘it has been lovely, but I’m too young to die’. And he’s over the wall, running. Until, safe in the next city he’s telling tales of her beauty, leaving some other foolish young victim to fall for her charms. “Dark On You Now” – re-recorded from an earlier Ashes version urges you to ‘swallow the sun’ to counteract life’s darkness. And then there’s the odd construction of Al Brackett’s “Why Did I Get So High?”, with Sandi’s strident vocals book-ended with cascading ba-ba-ba harmonies. Although he now concedes the song’s a partial response to the Fugs “I Couldn’t Get High” the ambiguity is left sufficiently open to suggest a romantic betrayal, as though the high involved could be nothing more than a hormonal rush that has left her with ‘my heart is dead, and so’s my head’… a teasing duality that’s maintained clear through to the final quirky electro-throb line where all pretence is dropped and Sandi up-fronts it all with ‘why did I get so stoned?’ Nevertheless, a more enlightened ‘New Musical Express’ reviewer welcomed the album’s ‘combination of folk-beat and flower-power’, calling the PBC a ‘West Coast group spreading not peanut butter, but love!’ It recommends the ‘peppy beat, with twangs and tambourine’ of this ‘exuberant, compulsive disc’, while reserving special mention for the ‘girl lead singer – a great voice, not unlike our Kiki Dee’.

Meanwhile, strengthened on-stage by the addition of ex-Sound Machine guitarist Bill Wolff, they toured. There were also soundtrack opportunities, for Russ Meyer’s gratuitous gross-out ‘Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls’, for plastic pseudo-hippie ‘Angels From Hell’, and for ‘Hell Ride’ which would lead Brackett into TV-work (including ‘Happy Days’ and the ‘Top Gun’ movie). While, if the keynote for the first PBC album was Mamas & Papas harmonies, the second LP ‘The Great Conspiracy’ (Columbia 9590, 1968), takes its pulse from Jefferson Airplane’s trading alternate male/female voices as on the first folkier Signe Toly Anderson-fronted ‘Takes Off’ (both Peanut Butter Conspiracy Columbia albums are now featured in full on this Sony Collectables single-CD). ‘The Great Conspiracy’ takes off with the “Turn On A Friend” single, which ‘Q’ magazine (April 1991) calls a ‘pure LA professional contrivance and not unpleasing’, sweetening the airwaves by urging ‘show them the way’ to wake up all mankind, then ‘spread it around’, pivoting on a mid-point spacey jam. Re-issued by Drop Out records in March 1991 a more enlightened incarnation of ‘New Musical Express’ acknowledged ‘a prime dollop of sixties psychedelia that’s spread on thick and has managed to avoid going stale’. In many ways the ideal late-summer album, it’s less quirkily diverse, more consistent than its predecessor, from the slight 0:30-minute “Invasion Of The Poppy People” to the 6:30-minute “Too Many Do”, to the involved ornate arboreal structure of “Lonely Leaf” showcasing Sandi’s voice at its most piercingly beautiful. “Captain Sandwich” maintains the earlier wackiness with appeals to a hippie super-hero who could have been lifted from a Robert Crumb strip (‘which button to push that says happy? which lever to pull for pleasure?’), while “Time Is After You” clicks with ‘I just want to be free of time to live my life free of strife’. A hardly unusual appeal to embrace the unconventional, the apparent lyrical clunkiness of ‘no time cards, alarm clocks, no red lights and other miscellaneous humdrum’ comes right in its tick-tock chiming-guitar delivery as a near onomatopoeic mimic of the drudgery it attacks. This time around they weave a looser instrumental approach involving pretty much every West Coast picking-style in the manual, as music-scribe Johnny Black points out ‘they show off their abilities to greater effect in the lazy, stretched-out subtlety of “Too Many Do” with its Byrds bass line and lead guitar licks’ (in ‘Q’ magazine, April 1991). And yes, although their beguiling guitars spin off into then-trendy solos, they are never allowed to outstay their welcome by getting over-indulgent, witnessed to pleasing effect on “Ecstasy” and “Wonderment”.
Although to me, there’s little evidence of Lillian Roxon’s ‘trippier music’ overtaking them, it seems the Peanut Butter had spread about as far as it was going to spread. There was a final 1968 single for Columbia – “I’m A Fool” c/w “It’s So Hard” with strings and horns, which reached no.125 on ‘Billboard’, both sides here are CD bonuses, after which they re-signed to the Warner Bros subsidiary Challenge for a 1968 LP ‘For Children Of All Ages’. It started out as an Al Brackett solo project. He writes all the songs. And the album features a reconfigured line-up adding Clear Light organist Ralph Schuckett. Merrill had quit to reform Ashes, but he stays around long enough to play. The final split – barring later reformations, came in 1970. Sandi, who went on to play duo with her husband, died in 1988. A previously unissued track, “Peter Pan” uses the JM Barrie character as a drugs metaphor in the way Grace Slick uses ‘Alice In Wonderland’ – ‘come take a trip with Peter Pan to Never-Never-Land’ where mushrooms grow and grown-ups never go, with a ringing refusal to grow up, ‘we’re gonna stay young, have fun, we’ll never grow old, y’know, years may come and years may go, we’ll never grow old’. Sandi, at least, lived out that ambition by never growing old. And, listening to the history compressed onto this good-value CD, the first PBC album closes with “The Most Up Till Now” with harmonica, Byrdsian cosmic noodling, with Sandi’s vocals soaring over pumping harmonies on a ludicrously euphoric up-hook that runs ‘What’s happening?!? I’m happening!!! – it’s a beautiful thing. The world’s happening! You’re happening! Let’s happen Together!’ which still comes across as a fairly groovy idea.


AS THE YOUNG SWINGERS

Alan Brackett (bass-vocals), John Merill (guitar-vocals), Barbara ‘Sandi’ Robison (vocals), Spencer Dryden (drums), Jim Cherniss (guitar-vocals)

(1965) ‘Love Her Every Day’ c/w ‘Or Else You’ll Cry’ (Courtney 746)

(1965) ‘Let’s Take Our Love’ c/w ‘The Wind’s Up High’ (Portafino 901) John Merrill’s Byrdsian ‘A’-side
AS THE ASHES

(1966) ‘Is There Anything I Can Do?’ c/w ‘Every Little Prayer’ (Vault 924) ‘A’-side written by Jackie DeShannon

(1967) ‘Dark On You Now (Original version)’ c/w ‘Roses Gone’ (Vault 936)
both sides featured on LP ‘WEST COAST LIVE-IN’ (Vault 7980) plus ‘Time Is After You’, ‘One-Nine-Six-Seven (1967)’, ‘Big Bummer’, ‘Floating Dream’

(May 2005) ‘SPREADING FROM THE ASHES’ (Big Beat) Seven Ashes tracks including two ‘A’-sides + ‘Roses Gone’, plus early Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. Includes the Hollies song ‘So Lonely’, ‘You Should Know (Live)’, ‘Love’s Last Ground’, ‘Time Is After You’, ‘Flight Of The Psychedelic Bumble-Bee’, ‘Light Bulb Blues’, ‘Shirley Can You Come Out And Play’, etc. With twenty-page booklet by Alec Palao

(1970) ‘ASHES WITH PAT TAYLOR' (Vault LP 125) second incarnation of The Ashes, featuring John Merrill with vocalist Pat Taylor. Eleven tracks, including Merrill songs ‘Simple Complexities’, ‘Sands Of Love’, My Life Has Changed’, ‘Return Home’ etc

(1971) ‘Homeward Bound’ c/w ‘Sleeping Serenade’ (Vault 975) ‘A’-side written by Paul Simon. Both sides from LP.
AS PEANUT BUTTER CONSPIRACY

Alan Brackett (bass-vocals), John Merill (rhythm guitar-vocals), Barbara ‘Sandi’ Robison (vocals), Lance Fent (replacing by Bill Wolff on guitar-harmonica), Jim Voight (drums)

‘if you don’t want to grow up, you’d better slow up,
make up your mind, close your eyes – come with us now…’
(“Peter Pan”)

(1966) ‘Time Is After You’ c/w ‘Floating Dream’ (Vault 933)

(January 1967) ‘It’s A Happening Thing’ c/w ‘Twice Is Life’ (USA Columbia 4-43985, UK July CBS 2981)

(March 1967) ‘THE PEANUT BUTTER CONSPIRACY IS SPREADING’ (US Columbia 9454) ‘It’s A Happening Thing’, ‘Then Came Love’, ‘Twice Is Life’, ‘Second Hand Man’, ‘You Can’t Be Found’, ‘Why Did I Get So High?’, ‘Dark On You Now’’, ‘The Market Place’, ‘You Should Know’, ‘The Most Up Till Now’, ‘You Took Too Much’

(March 1967) ‘Then Came Love’ c/w ‘Dark On You Now’ (Columbia 4-44063)

(1967) ‘Turn On A Friend’ c/w ‘Captain Sandwich’ (US Columbia 4-44356, UK June CBS 3543) ‘Turn On A Friend’ also included on UK CBS hit budget-sampler LP ‘THE ROCK MACHINE TURNS YOU ON’

(December 1967) ‘THE GREAT CONSPIRACY’ (US Columbia 9590, UK CBS 63277) ‘Turn On A Friend’, ‘Lonely Leaf’, ‘Pleasure’, ‘Too Many Do’, ‘Living Loving Life’ ‘Invasion Of The Poppy People’, ‘Captain Sandwich’, ‘Living Dream’, ‘Ecstacy’, ‘Time Is After You’, ‘Wonderment’

(November 1968) ‘I’m A Fool’ c/w ‘It’s So Hard’ (Columbia 4-44667) Both sides written by Al Brackett

(1969) ‘FOR CHILDREN OF ALL AGES’ (Challenge 2000) Re-issued in 1996 as Sony Collectables COL-0529, the ten original tracks plus seven bonus previously unissued tracks. Includes ‘Gonna Get You Home’, ‘Back In LA’, ‘Have A Little Faith’, ‘Good Feelin’, ‘Loudness Of Your Silence’, ‘It’s Alright’, ‘Out In The Cold Again’, ‘Now’, ‘Return Home’, ‘Simple Things’, ‘Think’, ‘Show You The Way’, ‘’Try Again’, ‘Try’, ‘You’re Not Getting Into It’, ‘What Did I Do Wrong?’, ‘Stayin Inside Kind Of Day’

(1969) ‘Back In LA’ c/w ‘Have A Little Faith’ (US Challenge 500, UK October, London HLH 10290)

(1991) ‘THE PEANUT BUTTER CONSPIRACY: TURN ON A FRIEND’ (UK LP Demon Drop Out DOCD2000) compilation of ‘It’s A Happening Thing’, ‘Then Came Love’, ‘Twice Is Life’, ‘Why Did I Get So High?’, ‘Dark On You Now’’, ‘The Market Place’, ‘You Should Know’, ‘The Most Up Till Now’, ‘Turn On A Friend’, ‘Too Many Do’, ‘Living Loving Life’ ‘Invasion Of The Poppy People’, ‘Living Dream’, ‘Ecstacy’, ‘Time Is After You’, ‘Wonderment’ (‘NME’ writes ‘as period pieces, PBC’s songs still hold their ground, while some of the material here could easily be transformed into nineties dance-trance with hardly any additives required’ – 23 March 1991)

(2005) ‘LIVING THE DREAM: THE BEST OF PEANUT BUTTER CONSPIRACY' compilation including two previously unissued tracks ‘Peter Pan’ & an alternate version of ‘Wonderment’

‘Everyone has a ball in their mind,
and when it explodes, blows your mind…’
(“Living Loving Life”)

JG Ballard: 'The Crystal World'



‘THE LIGHT TOUCHES EVERYTHING
WITH DIAMONDS AND SAPPHIRES’:
JG BALLARD’S ‘THE CRYSTAL WORLD’

‘THE CRYSTAL WORLD’ by JG BALLARD
(Jonathan Cape Ltd hardback 1966
Panther Paperback 1968 ISBN 586-02419-0-2 – 6/- 30p)

Oddly, some of the scenes for the Zoltan Korda movie ‘Sanders Of The River’ (1935), supposedly featuring Nigeria, were filmed at Shepperton, Surrey, a location that figures highly in JG Ballard’s personal life-mythology. He lived in a small semi-detached house in Shepperton for close on half a century, from 1960 until his death in 2009. The Korda film, taken from an Edgar Wallace story, features RG Sanders, a British colonial district official played by Leslie Banks. In ‘The Crystal World’ JG Ballard’s central character is Dr Edward Sanders, a name that is surely more than just coincidental. He interacts with apostate priest Father Balthus, who seems to take his name from the Polish/French artist whose fetishistic eroticism bears a disturbingly surreal edge. ‘The Crystal World’ (1966) was JG Ballard’s fourth novel, and the last of his ‘quiet apocalypse’ quartet, following ‘The Wind From Nowhere’ (1961), ‘The Drowned World’ (1962) and ‘The Burning World’ (1964) – and on the brink of his New Wave experimental work commencing with ‘The Atrocity Exhibition’ (1969). As such, it contains elements of both literary phases, although interestingly, Chapter Six ‘The Crash’ anticipates the title of his most controversial 1973 novel.

Dr Sanders voyages up the African Matarre River into ‘the affected zone’ towards Mont Royal, in answer to a mysterious letter from Suzanne & Max Clair, friends from the Fort Isabella leper hospital. He’s lured by the distant presence of Suzanne – with whom he’d had an unresolved affair. Her presence hanging ‘like a baleful planet over the jungle’, like the luminous Echo satellite he sees in the night sky. His journey is hindered by vague official obstruction, deliberate obfuscation, and rumours of either a strange virus or political instability. While he is accompanied by the devious white-suited Ventress, who contrasts with the black garb of Father Balthus, in much the way that white bandages contrast on black bodies, in the ‘fundamental distinction between light and dark’. What passes for the SF content doesn’t kick in properly until at least page.66 of the Panther edition, with its talk of ‘distant galaxies efflorescent’ and Sanders entering ‘a world where the normal laws of the physical universe were suspended’. So is this a disaster novel? Of sorts. In so far as the African rain-forest is undergoing a process of transformation, with allusions to areas of the Florida Everglades and the Pripet Marshes in the USSR also crystallising. But this is only part of it.

A bewildering array of highly-imaginative disasters have been visited upon the world since the earliest days of the genre. There’s little new about that. As long ago as 1826 Mary Shelley wrote about the Last Man in a desolate plague-ravaged world. In 1913 Arthur Conan Doyle envisaged atmospheric poisoning as the Earth passed through a Purple cosmic dust-cloud. And that’s long before you even get to novels of lunar disintegration, the death of grass, universal blindness or blockbuster movies about extinction-level asteroids. Where Ballard was breaking new ground was that previous writers had focused on the heroic resistance to disaster, or the ingenuity of its stoic survivors. If you want that kind of tidy adventure plot, you won’t find it here. What defines Ballard is that his protagonists appear to conspire with the disasters overwhelming their world, rather than fighting against them. Elsewhere he approvingly quotes Joseph Conrad’s challenge ‘immerse yourself in the most destructive element – and swim!’ (introduction to the chapter on ‘Cataclysms And Dooms’ in Brian Ash’s ‘The Visual Encyclopedia Of Science Fiction’). Ballard later wrote a book about Salvador Dali, an artist who also liquefies reality into strangely disturbing mutations. And, as Ballard’s Sanders Of The River travels into his heart of darkness, finding a drowned man with a crystallised arm, and continuing in an amphibious craft, towards the Clair’s hospital with its absent patients, he is also entering a Symbolist painting, a visual transfiguration of Africa into literary surrealism. Into a recognisably Ballardian landscape of dislocations, ruined plantation houses, sudden reversals, and unsettling perversity. A photoshopping distortion of the virtual world by cutting-up and juxtaposing its elements. There are hints that Sanders’ reasons for serving in the leper hospital were not entirely humanitarian, but that ‘he might be more attracted to the idea of leprosy, and whatever it unconsciously represented’, again prefiguring the perverse ‘Crash’ preoccupation with mutilation. Ballard even alludes to Arnold Bocklin’s ‘Island Of The Dead’ as if to underscore the painterly quality of his literary vision. While another character, the speedboat owner Aragon, shares his name with surrealist poet Louis.

Lost in the magical terrain, with Ventress cat-and-mousing with Thorensen the mine-owner, competing for a languidly tubercular porcelain beauty called Serena, the soft detonations happen as much in Sanders’ head as they do in the external world he passes through. There’s some token rationalisation, about the foliage extracting minerals from the soil. Later, more explicitly, the crystalising phenomenon is said to be caused by ‘an actual proliferation of the sub-atomic identity of all matter’. Techno-babble of a kind? Yes – ‘it’s as if a sequence of displaced but identical images of the same object were being produced by refraction through a prism, but with the element of time replacing the role of light’. Closer. Eventually, the culprit is identified as the ‘Hubble Effect’, an aspect of the theory of anti-matter. The mutual annihilation of colliding positively and negatively charged galaxies in deep space results in a depletion of the universal time-store, a leaking of anti-time, as there is of anti-matter. So that explains it, then? But in simpler terms, the vitrifying forest is a kind of slow cancerous metamorphosis into static dreamscapes of crystalline beauty. A landscape without time. Not so much a literal or pseudo-scientific phenomenon, as an artistic one. A game of prose. After all, both forms – art and fiction, have the potential to mess with perception and preconceptions. And Ballard’s intention seems to be to induce a sense of post-traumatic trance, a smooth Guernica of the mind. When Sanders encounters a bizarre tableau of frozen bodies fused into one another and into the jewelled forest, embalmed in a glacier of crystal, it’s an image of pure visual surrealism. As much as the crystallised crocodile in its ‘armour of light’ with its ‘mouth choked with jewels’.
For Balthus, his confused faith sees the world ‘transfigured and illuminated, joined together in the last marriage of space and time’, the immense jewelled cross in his empty church anticipating the process, yet the unique quality of diamonds also arresting and countering it. The image is enforced by the blunt symbolism of Sanders carrying the jewelled cross before him through the transmogrified forest, melting and healing its elements. Until finally, having extricated himself from the ‘zone’, he considers a future in which a third of the world’s cities will be petrified within the coming decade, as Miami has already become. Then the process extending out into the solar system, halting the sun and planets in their courses. He opts to return into the crystallised forest and become a part of it.

The ambiguities of ‘The Crystal World’ set up contradictions that predict Ballard’s sixties ‘non-linear’ work for ‘Ambit’ and ‘New Worlds’. It is less a novel constructed of such familiar elements as plot, character motivation, and resolution, instead his art-prose runs like wild mercury, with quivers of bright undulation that shimmer and ripple. Like Father Balthus himself, the fiction is ‘entirely genuine, whatever that term meant and whatever its limits’.

Sunday, 28 March 2010

Poem: Aerodynamics Of Desire




AERODYNAMICS OF DESIRE
/ TECHNOIR

I was listening to,
I think it was Seamus Heaney
being interviewed on Radio 4,
he was saying really poetic things
about how he relates to the
real things of the earth,
like trees,
the oak, birch, sycamore,
and willow

and I got to thinking
about the names of
things in my life
that I most readily
identify with,
Sanyo, Toshiba, Honda,
Mitsubishi, and Sony

these
also, are poems



Published in:
‘FLESH-MOUTH no.3’ (UK – April 1991)
‘PEACE AND FREEDOM Vol.7 no.3 – Winter issue’ (UK – Dec 1991)
plus collections:
‘THE MAN WHO DRANK THE MOON’
edit Pete Presford (UK – March 1994)
‘JINGLES FOR DISCORD’ (Bound-into ‘MINOTAUR no.42 vol.9 no.3’)
(USA – September 2004)

CD: 'A Life Eroding' by Songdog



Album Review of:
‘A LIFE ERODING’ by SONGDOG
(One Little Indian TPLP1057CDP)
www.songdog.co.uk

Not Slumdog, or Sundog. But Songdog, the alias used by South Wales singer / songwriter Lyndon Morgan. And you could call this CD a fragmented eleven-track novel from the Beat Hotel, or maybe a Tales of Ordinary Madness short story anthology. Added to Lyndon's rasp of clinker voice, there's Karl Woodward (electric guitar) and Dave Paterson (drums & keyboards). This is their album three from One Little Indian, and whereas ‘The Time Of Summer Lightning’ (2005) and ‘A Wretched Sinner’s Song’ (2008) define the landscape, these new songs show an impressive growth in confidence and technique. Anyone who titles a song “I Got Drunk And I Wrote You A Poem” is fine in my book. Wish I’d thought of that title first. In fact, I probably will. But there’s also “Gene Autry’s Ghost” giving his nudge to precedents a macabre edge, with a girl at the Open Mike night who brags about giving pretty good head. Melodic and impeccably well-mannered it ebbs and flows opaquely around his well-worn vocals. Sure, there are false steps. The painfully earnest ‘why is there so much sorrow in the world’ opener is over-heavy with the weight of the whirling planet, flavoured with melancholy violin. Yes, life can be a bummer. Next! – “Obediah” is all black Jacques Brel doomed gaiety, with diseased sexual jealousy set to the drunken sway of a Gallic squeeze-box, all fed through a vocal distortion. And the rest is sometimes too over-decorous with prissy strings. But persist, and there’s great stuff to come. Weaving ‘dreams in overdrive’, with smart lines in rhyme – try ‘love breaks hearts like a kid squashing flies’ (“3:30am”), or ‘you always did like a pretty face… to sit on’. These are low-life Boho tales of bars and debaucherous frolics with available girls, drizzle and regret, paracetamols, old manifestos, widows and whores, a bedroll full of books, and getting drunk on Rioja at Karl Marx’ tomb while wearing paisley shirts. The literate narrative “Smalltalk” runs on convincingly expletive-flecked playwright lived-in dialogue. While “It’s Raining On The Old Cat’s Grave” admits ‘you were drunk, asleep under heavy bedclothes / your cough’s getting worse, I took what you had in your purse’. Cult stuff. Well-wired into precedents where ‘old vinyl will never let you down’. Maybe. The idea of being a minority taste probably sounds good to Slumdog…, Sundog, no – Songdog. After all, cult is a comfortable place to be creative in.

Bizarre History Of 'Love-Stories In Pictures'



“IS SHE
REALLY
GOING OUT
WITH HIM…?”
: THE BIZARRE HISTORY OF
TRUE ROMANCE IN PICTURES

Just how far should a girl go?
As far as the local newsagents!
There, for some thirty years from the late 1940’s
into the 1970’s, the ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’
magazines purvey their breathless weekly heartaches.
Here is the lost world of ‘MIRABELLE’, ‘VALENTINE’,
‘MARILYN’, ‘ROXY’ and ‘MARTY’. Weekly doses of
‘All-Picture-Romances’ inspired by Pop Songs of the day
sung by Elvis Presley, or Billy Fury, the Beatles or the Searchers.
Unthreatened by such looming concepts as gender equality,
life-style choices, contraception, abortion, or the
‘Sex And The City’ etiquette of how to administer the
perfect blow-job, this is a genre with plenty o
‘Wining and Dining’, but strictly NO Sixty-Nining…
They were best-sellers in their day. Now they’re gone, and
only the most dedicated collectors bother to hunt them out.
Andrew Darlington tries to make sense of it all...

‘TEEN QUEENS MEET TEENAGE DIRTBAGS’
“By the way, where’d you meet him?”
“I met him in the Candy Store. He turned around
and looked at me, you get the picture?”
“Yes, we see.”
(Dialogue from ‘Leader Of The Pack” by the Shangri-Las)

He was a Boy. She was a Girl. Do I have to make it any more obvious?

A supernaturally huge moon hangs over a suburban garden-gate. A kiss. He is taller than she is. He has a sharp jacket and a sharper quiff. She, reaching up to receive his kiss, has a flared skirt and elaborate coiffure. And her thought-bubbles tell it all, ‘the moment our lips met I knew he’d keep his promise… I knew that this was the love I’d been yearning for… TRUE love…’
Just how far should a girl go? In his ‘International Book Of Comics’ writer and archivist Denis Gifford supplies the easy answer, ‘as far as the nearest news-stand.’ There, for some thirty years from the late 1940’s and on into the 70’s, ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’ comics purveyed their breathless heartaches in eagerly-anticipated weekly instalments. This is the world of ‘Mirabelle’, ‘Valentine’, ‘Marilyn’, ‘Roxy’ and ‘Marty’. Magazines of ‘All-Picture-Romances’ inspired by Pop Songs of the day sung by Elvis Presley, or Billy Fury, the Beatles or the Searchers. They were best-sellers in their day. Now they’re gone, and only the most dedicated collectors bother to hunt them out.

Turn back time. Long before Britney and Lady GaGa there was Helen Shapiro and Susan Maughan. And their biggest chart hits define the opposing attitudes to dating in 1962. Helen’s defiant individualism – ‘gonna be my own adviser, / ‘cos my mind’s my own’, contrasting with Susan’s supine ‘when people ask of me / what do I want to be / now that I’m not a kid anymore’ she answers right away, without delay – ‘I wanna be Bobby’s Girl’. For the most part, it is the latter option that wins out. The most vital acquisition in life is not career, financial independence, or gender equality, but that most desirable of status symbols, the Boyfriend...

‘TRUE ROMANCE: HOW FAR SHOULD A GIRL GO…?’
“met him on a Monday and my heart stood still,
Da-Doo Ron-Ron-Ron Da-Doo RonRon,
somebody told me that his name as Bill,
Da-Doo Ron-Ron-Ron Da-Doo RonRon”
(“Then He Kissed Me” by The Crystals)

The whole ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’ phenomena came emerging up out of post-war austerity and rationing, growing with the spread of TV’s and ‘dream kitchens’ with their melamine and formica work-surfaces and ‘labour-saving appliances’. They document the changing times and fads from Beatniks and Skiffle, through ‘Look Back In Anger’, and Rock ‘n’ Roll, into the Twist, the ‘Swinging Sixties’, and the revolutions beyond. ‘Mirabelle’ – launched in September 1956 was the longest-running title, closely followed by ‘Valentine’ from January 1957. Eventually merged, the titles managed to survive far into the 1970’s. But even before ‘Mirabelle’, at the very dawn of the post-war decade, teenage girls were thrilling to the ‘sensational romances’ and ‘pulsating love dramas’ featured in such low-prestige periodicals as ‘The Miracle’ and ‘The Oracle’, which contain just one token romantic story in picture-strip form per issue. Of course, before and during all this, there were American imports, and UK reprints of American originals of the ‘Young Love’, ‘True Confessions’, ‘True Sweetheart Secrets’ and Charlton’s ‘Summer Love’ variety. Because, inevitably, the Americans had got there first. In fact, Denis Gifford claims the creative team responsible for caped super-hero ‘Captain America’ – Joe Simon and Jack Kirby, were jointly responsible for the first-ever romance comic-book title – ‘My Date’ as long ago and far away as July 1947.

But ‘Mirabelle’ and its ilk was a wholly British phenomenon. Girls tended to graduate into it with the onset of puberty, after growing out of ‘Girl’s Crystal’, ‘Schoolfriend’, or the parentally approved ‘Girl’ (every Friday from 2nd November 1951, with its upwardly aspirational strips like Roy Bailey’s ‘Kitty Hawke & Her All-Girl Aircrew’). And they tended to stay with it through the years between those first awkward blushes of adolescence and teen-angst, but before they matured, and settled down into the comfortably Mumsy ‘Woman’s Realm’ or ‘Woman’s Own’ with their recipes, knitting-patterns for ‘figure-flattering cardigans’, child-rearing features and corset-ads.

In those ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’ magazines they would find humorous strips with quirkily caricatured art to match. But at their most striking the panels glow with the perfect stylised beauty of Pop Art. The quintessential ‘Only The Lonely’ tear-drop captured in its descending arc from the fringe of immaculately executed eyelashes. The yearning of impossible teenage dreams reflected in her eyes, and on her moistly pursed lips. And there are perceptively observed cameos meticulously recording the fine detail of passing fashion, miniskirts, PVC caps, eyeliners, back-combed coiffure, page-boy bobs, or piled-high bouffant, all incidentally glimpsed as she alights from the bus, or sips frothy Expresso coffee from a shallow Duralex cup. Male sartorial style, never as precisely articulated, nevertheless graduates from the poised tidal-wave quiff, into the Beatles fringe, into Mod fashion, centre-partings, hipster slacks, and ruff-front shirts, as Pop Star role-models of choice evolve from Tommy Steele, Elvis Presley and Ricky Nelson, to Cliff Richard, Adam Faith and Bobby Vee, to Paul McCartney, Billy J. Kramer and Gene Pitney.

In keeping with the policy of the time, ruthlessly enforced by the notoriously secretive D.C. Thomson, but common to other publishers too, the scripters and illustrators remained uncredited. This deliberate strategy has been explained as a way to avoid readers identifying favourites, so that loyal fan-followings were unable to develop around creator-names, which could otherwise have been used by them to negotiate better rates of pay. And unlike the dedicated comic-book archaeologists who uncovered the lost identities responsible for the Science Fiction strips or the ‘Beano’ and ‘Dandy’ characters, the ‘Love-Story-In-Pictures’ have never been subjected to the same level of dedicated research, hence many of the names behind the scripts and art remain unknown. Yet there was the gently comic art of Robert MacGillivray and the more romantic-realist Michael Hubbard at Fleetway, plus Roland Davies at Amalgamated Press. There was Andrew Wilson over at IPC, and D.C. Thomson’s Giorgio Letteri, Ron Smith, Geoff Jones, and ‘Badia’. Names that, even now, remain little more than names. But the magazine-titles for which they produced their best work were loved. They remained adornments to the newsagent’s counter across the late 1950’s, through the 60’s, and well into the 70’s, with enviable circulation figures. And are remembered – if secretly, guiltily, with real affection.

For the best part of its first twelve years ‘Valentine’ prospered under the editorial guidance of Leslie ‘Wilkie’ Wilkinson. Born in 1908 he was already a veteran of ‘juvenile publishing’ for Amalgamated Press, with experience of working on ‘Tiger Tim’s Weekly’ and ‘Playbox’ as well as ‘Radio Fun’. But, returning from active war service, he found himself kicking his heels, discontent with his position on the monthly ‘Sexton Blake Library’ until Percival Haydon, director of the publisher’s comics division, shoved the mocked-up dummy of a projected picture-paper aimed at the teenage girl’s market across the table to him, and asked for his opinion. When ‘Wilkie’ admitted he found the stories charming, Haydon promptly moved him across to the new title, where he would remain on the editorial and scripting side of ‘Valentine’ until his retirement in 1969.

One of the stories selected under his benevolent regime was a Gothic-flavoured ‘Poignant & Unforgettable Picture Drama’ (‘Valentine’ 25th September 1965) ‘inspired’ by the Yardbirds hit “Heartful Of Soul” (written by Graham Gouldman), with a moody photo of the group – Jeff Beck to the fore, in the title-panel. As the story opens Eve is suffering from haunting dreams, and ‘those seconds of terror whenever I woke from the nightmare were always the worst’. She lies awake in her black lace nightdress. Her dark hair dishevelled across the pillow. Perfect lips poised. Dark oval eyes pleading. ‘David! Oh David, please forgive me, David, watch out!’ Soon after, dark dishy David comes home to her from a course in London, and that very same day he takes her for an outing to Castle Hogarth, and the romantic reader can already sense the inexorable drama unfolding. The bleak castle is haunted by Lady Vera who ‘pushed her Lover from these walls when she thought he had been untrue to her’ – and then ‘threw herself down after him’ when she found out she was mistaken. ‘Typical woman!’ snorts David. But ‘Eve knew that she could not resist the tragic haunting call of the castle walls’, looking out from the battlement over the perilous drop. For Eve has already jealously doubted David’s constancy. And the doomed-lovers cycle is about to be repeated – but this time with a happy outcome. No-one dies. This is ‘Valentine’, after all. David forgives her for ever doubting him. They kiss in the final panel. Their love tested and true.

Meanwhile, the rival title – ‘Mirabelle’, had already announced itself as ‘PAGE AFTER PAGE OF ALL-PICTURE ROMANCE’ for just four-&-a-half pence. Here, there’s the glamour of Pop Star Features (“What It’s Like To Be Loved By Johnnie Ray” – Sylvia Drew Explains), clear through to the Back-To-Reality Kitchen Sink back-page ad for ‘Surf’ (“Hold It Up To The Light, Not A Stain – And Shining White”). Then ‘Roxy’ launched itself with a splash (15 March 1958). The no.1 issue featured a free guitar-shaped broach gift – while announcing ‘This Story Is Told By Tommy Steele Himself’. The skyline in the opening cover-picture pans out across London dockland. Beneath the street-lamp, a guitar-toting figure, a stand-in for Britain’s first-ever Rocking ‘n’ Rolling Pop Star – and former seaman, Tommy Steele himself, waves up to her. This was a Pop connection that would continue across the following years, with ‘See inside – THE DISCLAND LOW-DOWN by Marty Wilde’ (30th April 1960), plus a cover ‘U-Star Story’. This was an experimental picture-love strip in which YOU play the central part. ‘See Cliff Richard as the Boy in this story, YOU are the Girl!!!’ This gimmicky idea – a 1960 version of print-interactivity, actually comes down to little more than a switch in the grammatical structure.

Elsewhere, ‘I wash my hands of all women!’ declares the handsome guy in the ‘Sundale Holiday Camp’ in the garish opening frame of a ‘Marilyn’ cover story. She watches him from the corner of her perfectly oval eyes, her dark shoulder-length hair held in place by an Alice-band, her handbag clutched in her white-gloved hands. You just know, by the end of this ‘complete love story’, she will have changed his mind. Exotic locations? Who needs them. Like a missing episode from TV’s ‘Hi-De-Hi’, all this one needs is a Butlin’s chalet. And for just five-pence you get all this, as well as a ‘Tommy Steele Disc Offer’. True, over at ‘Romeo’ they’re featuring the more grown-up possibilities of “Cruise to Romance”, where ‘falling in love with Steve Simpson was like a wonderful dream. But what was the mystery surrounding him?’ And wonderful Steve is the Third Mate on a Mills & Boon-style luxury liner. Well – all the nice girls do love a sailor.
Then there is ‘TV Fan’, a short-lived title that survived for just twenty-one issues before being merged with ‘Valentine’. The opening story of the second issue is ‘inspired’ by Billy Fury’s “First Love”, lavishly illustrated by Arthur Martin’s most florid art, as a couple sit on a fallen tree-branch, about to kiss in an impossibly idealistic rural setting, horses pulling wagons laden high with freshly-mown hay behind them. Perhaps it’s all just a little too twee, she’s a little too sensible, her hem-line safely below the knee. He wears a sensible tie. The text-box gushes ‘in the time of roses when romance and music filled the air, I found my first love.’ Over the top? The local High Street is the genre’s more usual territory, belisha beacons, coffee bars, the hair salon, the newsagents, and single-screen flea-pit cinemas called ‘The Gaumont’, ‘The Astoria’, or ‘The Roxy’. Identifiable places, where love might be awaiting around every corner. Locations that are just as equally spaced from escapist Mills & Boon fantasy-land, as they are from high-powered Independent Career-women, or gritty inner cities. The central characters still live with Mum & Dad in comfortable suburban semi-detached. They catch the bus to work. Which might be the department store, the hair-dressers… or the library if she wears specs. In other words, they live the lives of their target demographic. They wear headscarves tied beneath the chin, and sometimes they wear curlers beneath. When they go dancing on Saturday night they get dressed up, mini-skirts and heavy eye-make-up. Smart and stylish, but never posh or tarty.
The boys they meet move in the same circles. Invariably they are good-looking, but seldom fabulously rich. Sometimes, in a kind of fantasy-fulfilment scenario, the boy might be on the brink of Pop Stardom, but forsakes that promise of stardom for love. Or maybe she sacrifices her love for his career. Biting back the tears. But more often the boy works at the local garage. And there is usually a mid-story crisis. She sees her new boyfriend in the coffee-bar with another girl. But the crisis is resolved when she discovers it is his sister. Sometimes the boy rides a motor-bike. But, like James Dean in ‘Rebel Without A Cause’, or ‘Danny Fisher’ in Elvis’ ‘King Creole’, he is more misunderstood than juvenile delinquent. Like the Shangri-Las’ ‘Jimmy’ in “Leader Of The Pack” he’s ‘good-bad, but not evil’, or like the Crystal’s “He’s A Rebel” ‘he is always good to me, always treats me tenderly, / he’s not a rebel no-no, he’s not a rebel no-on, to me’. So if the boy is angry, and if her parents disapprove of him, that’s because he’s misunderstood, and by the time the story closes he has earned their respect. But there’s grit too, with occasional more-adult themes. Esme is a girl caught up in an intensely possessive relationship (in ‘Roxy’ 30 April 1960). ‘You were at the bottom of it’ he accuses her, ‘some Dame always is’, as ‘the Dance-Hall Bouncer was throwing her out’. Esme ‘felt like a kitten against a mastiff. ‘Why pick on ME?’ she protests, ‘I didn’t start the rough-house’. Or there are teasing tag-lines, such as “Unknown Lover” (in ‘Serenade’ 22nd Sep 1962) – ‘if I’m going to marry you, perhaps I’d better know your name…’ Sometimes there’s a ‘Powerful Passionate All-Picture Drama’ such as “Black Heart” (in ‘Marilyn’ 19th March 1955) in which Clara Gorley is acquitted of the murder of her husband ‘without a stain on your character’, but the gossip persists.

‘Boyfriend’, in the meantime, sticks with the more important issues, Pop and Boys, with ‘This Week’s Boyfriend: Frankie Vaughan’. ‘Boyfriend’ was launched in the Spring of 1959. It was the first girls’ magazine to truly put music first. Each week there would be a new ‘Boyfriend’ – Russ Conway, Johnny Mathis, Lonnie Donegan – telling his true-life story and, to prove that he had a softer side, introducing his favourite romantic story. You could also meet ‘The Girl Behind the Boy’, the star’s secret girlfriend. It’s not certain whether this was so the reader could emulate her, or a case of ‘know your enemy’ so she could steal her Star boyfriend if the opportunity arose. ‘Boyfriend’ really came into its own when the sixties began to swing and it gave itself over to modern pop. As early as February 1963 – before their first album was out, ‘Boyfriend’ was describing the Beatles as ‘even more modern than modern’.

As a male adolescent I should logically have been excluded from such an extreme feminised world. But friends have sisters who leave them lying around. My mother sometimes had a stash of back-issues passed on to her by Auntie Jean, who wasn’t a real Auntie, but who lived up the lane. And I was the kind of kid who read everything. The lure of a photo-exclusive from the next Elvis Presley film – ‘Flaming Star’ or ‘Wild In The Country’, or an interview fan-feature on the Shadows, would offer a legitimising excuse to browse. And, after all, the stories held out the promise of an access-route into the strange geography of the female romantic psyche. And what I discovered was that, as the 1950’s leaked over into the 1960’s, this white heterosexual world of claustrophobically-safe life-restrictions remained undisturbed by the imminent social changes on the horizon. The characters in the picture-stories were unthreatened by such looming concepts as gender equality, life-style choices, contraception, abortion, or the ‘Sex And The City’ etiquette of how to administer the perfect blow-job. There was not even any ‘Heavy Petting’. For this was a genre with plenty of ‘Wining and Dining’, but strictly NO Sixty-Nining. These were magazines designed to bridge the gap between school, and marital domesticity, although they tended to overlap at either end. They provide Pop pin-ups for the teenage bedroom wall. Make-up and fashion tips for the newly-wed… because, of course, the married state is the logical aspiration. In its own sweet way, women’s publishing, rather than challenging this hermetically-sealed conformity, preferred to support the status quo. A problem page conducted by Evelyn Home from ‘Woman’ in 1951 sedates the correspondent’s anxieties with ‘it is safe to say that most women, once they have a family, are more contented and doing better work in the home than they could find outside it’. So, contentious issues seldom extended beyond choosing the most appropriate shade of nail-varnish or the correct brand of blusher. Feminism, like Hot-Pants and decimal currency, would come later.

‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE
TEENAGE DREAM ?: THIS INTRIGUING
SONG-TITLE INSPIRES THIS FASCINATING
AND UNUSUAL PICTURE ROMANCE…’

January 1961. The front page of ‘Valentine’ was given over to “Doll House”, a ‘fascinating and unusual picture-romance’ inspired by a single from the relentlessly unfashionable King Brothers. The song had recently peaked no higher than no.21 on the chart. Like many of its type the story is narrated in the intimacy of first-person, but this one has an air of nostalgic regret. ‘I never thought when I came to the house that I’d meet… HIM’. ‘I’ve just come to collect some things’ she explains to him. ‘Take what you want. After all, we’re not getting married, now’ he replies bitterly. ‘How could I tell him I couldn’t keep away from the house… the house that might once have been ours’ she reflects sadly. ‘It wasn’t this way when we started. We didn’t hate each other then…’ Where did their love go? She begins to reminisce, telling their story in flashback sequences. Through to this sad and defensive meeting in the doll house.

So where did they go? These magazines. These ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’. These doomed cartoon romances conjured out of the world of Shangri-Las Pop-lyrics. And does their extinction mean the equivalent readership today is less romantic, harder, smarter, more realistic, less naïve, more materialistic, less idealistic, less gullible, less starry-eyed, less supine, more sexually precocious…? None – or all of the above?

Trash? Of course they were trash. But sometimes the things you remember most fondly are trash – the music, the movies, the TV programmes… the magazines. Long before Britney and Christina Aguilera, long before Lady GaGa and Katie Perry, there was Helen Shapiro and Susan Maughan. They defined the opposing attitudes to dating in 1962. But by the mid-to-late sixties those ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’ were still betraying something of a fifties aroma, the whiff of Brylcreme in time of Patouchi oil. And one by one they were either being absorbed into each other, or they were vanishing. Hunting a winning formula ‘Romeo’ experimented with the comic exploits of chirpy Cockney ‘Sandie’, illustrated by Guido Buzzelli from 1970-74. When fusty old Dad objects to revealing glimpses of the ‘Popsie Peepers’ she wears under her miniskirt she simply shoves a maxiskirt over them, and promptly takes it off again as soon as she gets to the dance. She’s gonna be her own adviser ‘cos her mind’s her own’. Soon after, ‘Romeo’ merged with ‘Debbie’ – which effectively skipped its target audience down from teenage to tweenage. The first combined issue (21 September 1974) extends its plot-lines into TV flat-share ‘Man About The House’ territory with ‘Jo And Co’, illustrated by Brian Delaney’s quirky and distinctive art. This ‘Super New Series’ even features a black girl called Haze, who – alongside Jo and Mary, and kid sister Mitzi, are ‘three crazy girls’ who ‘never had a dull moment’ throughout their two-year run. Meanwhile ‘Debbie’, following on from where ‘Marty’ had left off, by busily specialising in a new wave of photo-love strips, which nevertheless failed to achieve the broad-based popularity here that they’ve always enjoyed in other European markets.

Instead, the way ahead was already being charted by ‘Jackie’ ‘FOR GO-AHEAD TEENS’. It came from D.C. Thomson, the people who bring you ‘Beano’, and from its launch on 11th January 1964 it interviewed bands, ran comic strips and photo-love stories, and although aimed at a slightly lower age-group, proved to be more responsive to both its readers’ interests, and to the growth in celebrity entertainment culture and its more consumer-focused mentality. Yet its dominance of the market was itself challenged in the late-1970’s by an even newer, more explicit breed of titles – ‘Oh Boy!’, ‘My Guy’, ‘Mates’, and ‘Love Affair’ a group of periodicals soon boasting a total audited circulation of some two-million copies a week, through a strategy of being far more up-front ‘Grab-A-Guy’ about sexual matters. Not content with the chaste no-tongues kiss, Sharon – in one typical tale, determines to teach her love-slouch boyfriend Jeff a lesson for spending far too much time sensibly revising for exams while not devoting nearly enough time to more important matters – like satisfying her. So she makes a rendezvous in the garden shed with love-rival Dave, another boy from her class. And her expectations are far from disappointed, ‘he was far more physical than Jeff, and so randy…!’

Soon the readership has moved yet further, and it prefers the Pop ‘n’ Soap-star celebrity mix of ‘Cosmo Girl’, ‘Smash Hits’, or ‘It’s Hot!’. But what was no longer to be found on the newsagent’s counter was already making it big in the Art World. New York Pop-Art Superstar Roy Leichtenstein made a career out of isolating and expanding individual frames from the ‘Love-Story-In-Pictures’ magazines. He blew them up until the separate screen-stipples stand out in neat grids, then took them to prominence in the Galleries. While ironically, the over-worked studio art-hacks who originated those same image were forever doomed to stay with low prestige, virtual anonymity, and meagre monthly salary cheques.

Elsewhere, the plots were picked up by Phil Oakey, especially for the bus-station coffee-bar re-union story-line of Human League’s “Louise”. Or the ‘you saw him first but I got him in the end’ narrative of Avril Lavigne’s “Sk8er Boi (Skater Boy)”, or her pretentious role-playing boy-friend in “Complicated”. Love? Don’t you just love it?

“And the moment our lips met I knew he’d keep his promise…
knew that this was the love I’d been yearning for…
TRUE love… THE END”
(‘Valentine’)

With thanks and acknowledgements to Barbara Griggs “TODAY’S THRILLS’ (‘SUNDAY TIMES’ 28 June 1981), Denis Gifford’s ‘ENCYCLOPEDIA OF COMIC CHARACTERS’ (Longman Press, 1987), and many other names lost or neglected…

‘TRUE SWEETHEART SECRETS:
ROMANCE IN PICTURES’

‘BLUE JEANS’ (D.C. Thomson) From no.1 - 22nd Jan 1977. 15p. Spin-offs include ‘Blue Jeans Photo Novels’ from 10 Jun 1980.

‘BOYFRIEND’ (City Magazines, editorial office 168 Regent Street – 4d, every Friday) Editor: R Taylor. No.1 – 16 May 1959 with ‘Going-Steady Ring: Great Offer Inside’. Issue dated 13th July 1963 publishes the first pictures from the Beatles ‘Euston Road’ photo-shoot, later used as the cover for their ‘Twist & Shout’ EP. A ‘Meet a Beatle’ competition was won by readers Karen, Vicki, Anne and Susan. Issue dated 3rd July 1965 (9d) of ‘The Young Romantic & Fashion Magazine’ announces lead-story ‘Love In The Launderette’ - ‘it’s amazing the things that happen in the least likely places!, plus ‘It’s Rolling Stones Month: First Of Five Spectacular Colour Portraits’. It survived for 351 issues until 12th May 1966 when it became ‘Trend & Boyfriend’, then ‘Boyfriend & Trend’ to 2 Sept 1967, when it was finally absorbed into ‘Petticoat’ magazine.

‘CHERIE’ ‘EXCITING LOVE STORIES IN PICTURES’ (D.C. Thomson) From no.1 – 1st October 1960, it survives 160 issues through until 19th October 1963.

‘CONFESSIONS LIBRARY’ (Associated Press – monthly) Complete 68page pocket editions from no.1 Feb 1959 – ‘Men Could Not Resist Me’, to Dec 1960, when it becomes ‘Romantic Confessions Picture Library’.

‘HONEY’ ‘BECOME THE GIRL YOU WANT TO BE WITH HONEY’ (every month - seventeen-&-half-pence) The May 1974 issue includes features such as ‘Become the Girl with the Show-Off Legs’ or ‘Become the Girl With Grace in Lace’ – ‘looking great is no effort when you have Easy Elegance… or even a touch of Lazy Lady Blues (Summer’s colour in cool cottons and denims)’.

‘LOVE STORY PICTURE LIBRARY’ (Amalgamated Press, Fleetway, then IPC) 68-page monthly pocket editions from no.1 August 1952 ‘Dancing Heart’.

‘MARILYN’ ‘THE GREAT ALL-PICTURE LOVE STORY WEEKLY’ (Amalgamated Press – every Thursday) Editor: R.A. Lewis. The first of the ‘Love-Stories-In-Pictures’ weeklies. No.1 -19 March 1955 with Free Gift: Lucky Persian Love Ring’ 3d – 547 issues until 18 Sept 1965 when it merges with ‘Valentine’.

‘MARTY’ ‘FIRST-EVER PHOTO-ROMANCE WEEKLY’ (C. Arthur Pearson Press) No.1 - 23 Jan 1960 including Photo-strips, and runs for 162 issues until 23 Feb 1963. Incorporates ‘Silver Star’ from 29 Oct 1960, and is itself absorbed into ‘Mirabelle’.

‘MIRABELLE’ ‘PAGE AFTER PAGE OF ALL-PICTURE ROMANCE’ (C. Arthur Pearsons, then IPC). No.1 -10 Sept 1956. 4-&-a-half pence, with ‘Extra! David Whitfield’s Star Song Book’ inside. 25 May 1963-Beatles cover. 3 Aug 1963-Beatles cover. 5 Jun 1965-Beatles cover + Free Poster. In 1965 it publishes poem-fragments by Donovan. Incorporates ‘New Glamour’ from 7 Oct 1958, ‘Marty’ from 2 Feb 1963, and ‘Valentine’ from 16 Nov 1974. Becomes ‘New Mirabelle’ from 19 Feb 1977. Lasts for 1009 issues until it merges with ‘Pink’ 22 Oct 1977.

‘MY GUY’ (IPC) no.1 - 4 March 1978, designed to be a more racy rival for ‘Jackie’ it consists of Photo-strips featuring future-star models Hugh Grant (in ‘The Go-Between’), Julian Sands (‘Chris wanted a holiday to remember – he found a girl he’d never forget…’), George Michael, and Tony Hadley. At its peak it sells 300,000 a week. Incorporates ‘Heartbeat’ 17 April 1982, and ‘Oh Boy’ 19th January 1985. A ‘The Best Of My Guy’ compendium published for Xmas 2006 plunders its finest moments and reproduces a pin-up poster of Radio 1 DJ Peter Powell.

‘NEW GLAMOUR’ (Pearson Press) Woman’s comic, no.1 -16 Oct 1956, lasts for 102 issues until it merges into ‘Mirabelle’ 30 Sep 1958.

‘OH BOY’ (IPC) From 23 Oct 1976, 428 issues until 12 Jan 1985. Incorporates ‘Mates’ from 5 Sept 1981, and ‘Photo-Love’ from 5 Feb 1982, before it is absorbed into ‘My Guy’.

‘PHOTO LOVE’ (IPC) 197 issues from 31 Mar 1979 to 29 Jan 1983 when it merges into ‘Oh Boy’.

‘PICTURE ROMANCE LIBRARY’ (Pearson) 68-page monthly pocket-book series from Oct 1956, ‘Her Forgotten Past’.

‘PINK’ (IPC) 377 issues from 24 Mar 1973 to 14 Jun 1980. Incorporates ‘New Mirabelle’ from 29 Oct 1977, until it is absorbed into ‘Mates’.

‘ROMEO’ ‘NEW, EXCITING, ALL PICTURES’ (D.C. Thomson – Every Tuesday) no.1 - 31 August 1957 with ‘Great Free Gift: The Rock ‘n’ Roll Wishing Ring’ 4d. 887 issues, until it is absorbed by ‘Diana’ 21 Sept 1974.

‘ROXY’ (Amalgamated Press, then Fleetway- every Monday) Numbered issues from no.1 (15 March 1958 4d) to no.62 (1959), then cover-dated from 6th June 1959. May 1959-Craig Douglas cover. May 1959-Vince Eager cover. 30 April 1960, now 5d. Lasts 235 issues until 14 Sep 1963 when it merges with ‘Valentine’.

‘SERENADE’ ‘IT’S NEW, IT’S GREAT, IT’S SWINGING’ (Fleetway – every Monday- 6d) no.1 - 22 Sept 1962 with ‘Free Inside: A Disc From Cliff, His Personal Message To You’ with cover story ‘Unknown Lover’ (‘If I’m going to marry you, perhaps I’d better know your name…’). Survives for only twenty-five issues, until it merges with ‘Valentine’ from 9 Feb 1963.

‘TV FAN’ ‘ROMANCE IN PICTURES’ (Fleetway -Every Monday) 4d. From 12 Sep 1959 - for 21 issues to 30 Jan 1960 when it is merged with ‘Valentine’. 19 Sep 1959-Billy Fury cover + Arthur Martin art, and a ‘Full-Page Photo of Frankie Vaughan’ inside.

‘VALENTINE’ ‘BRINGS YOU LOVE STORIES IN PICTURES’ (Amalgamated Press, then Fleetway) Editor: A.A. Lewis. From 19 Jan 1957, for 927 issues until 9 Nov 1974. no.1 (19 Jan 1957 priced four-&-a-half pence) Free Gift within ‘Cyril Stapleton’s ALL-STAR Songbook’ + ‘£150 VHF Tele-Radio-Gram for you! – see simple contest within’ Cover story Elvis Presley sings ‘Blue Moon’ (‘I’ll never forget tonight – never, as long as I live…’, ‘I’ meet an American painter living in Paris – ‘it’s beautiful, like the Spring, - soft and warm, and alive’) no.69 – Elvis cover, Buddy Holly pin-up. 1 Oct 1960 – Cliff Richard Poster. 22 Sep 1962 – Richard Chamberlain Portrait. 8 June 1963 – photo-feature of Beatles at the University of London Union swimming pool, frolicking with ‘Valerie’ and ‘Valentine’ tea-boy Clancy T Smith. 15 May 1965 (6d) ‘It’s Not Unusual’ Tom Jones cover story (“That’s the worst of Fred. I never know what he’s thinking!” Impenetrable, that’s the word I’m looking for’), The Searchers: Extra-Big New Portrait, The New World of Donovan. Later features a music column written by ‘Mersey Beat’-founder Bill Harry (who also contributes to ‘Marilyn’). Incorporates ‘T.V. Fan’ from 6 Feb 1960, ‘Serenade’ from 16 Feb 1963, ‘Roxy’ from 21 Sept 1963, ‘Marilyn’ from 25 Sep 1965, until it is itself swallowed up by ‘Mirabelle’.

Monday, 15 February 2010

Ode To An iPod




ODE TO AN iPOD
FOR STEVE JOBS
VIA JOHN KEATS

shuffled heard tracks are sweet
but those anticipated are sweeter yet,
the quietness of time expressed in rhyme,
techno-historian, thou canst shape
a smooth glissando, shiny shiny
i would beg to express thee beauty,
O digital lifestyle, deeper than retail,
autotuned in curlicues of sound,
collapsing time pressured into and
recontextualised into a single frame
with each emotional chord striking
the line between past and present
unregulated by any measurable chronology,
only the unbroken line of rhythm connecting,
i think that i shall never see
a thing as lovely as thy symmetry
until the next generation technology
iPod, therefore i am


A literary journalist in ‘The Observer’ was musing thus, about how Poets once wrote odes to things of beauty, but how they no longer do so. John Keats wrote ‘Ode To A Grecian Urn’ he asserts, but no current poet has written an ‘Ode To An iPod’… well, that was a challenge I just couldn’t wimp out of…!!!