At the same venue last August, Carter sang with Graham Parker’s superb band, The Rumour, who played on her surprising debut album, Carlene Carter. This time she worked with Clover, the Marin County outfit who backed Elvis Costello on My Aim Is True. Both bands are strong and loud, veterans where Carter is an upstart; both add roughness and force to Carter’s aggressive love songs, which are never arranged as if she’s afraid of being drowned out. But compared to the Clover show, the performance with The Rumour seemed tentative. There’s a lot more R &B in her voice now, and hardly a taste of country—just a few good Tennessee inflections when the feeling of a piece calls them out.
“This is where I turn my back on my heritage,” Carter announced as she kicked into “Ring of Fire”—written by her mother, June Carter Cash, and Merle Kilgore—and delivered a performance that sounded more like a big-city version of Bobby Fuller’s “I Fought the Law” than anything else. She followed it with “Easy From Now On,” a beautiful self-written tune that Emmylou Harris effortlessly dissolved in MOR treacle a year ago. Here, the song offered a vulnerability Harris perceived only as self-pity; and it too was hard, unflinching.
Carter is taking real risks. The music world may make room for hokey “punk” belters like Dyan Diamond, or even the occasional pure female rocker. (Cindy Bullens, whose hilarious, pugnaciously sexy “High School History” ought to become a radio classic, is one rare example.) But a woman as talented, pretty, and inclined to melody as Carter is going to come under enormous pressure to make more acceptable music, to surrender to a market already prepared to buy her as just one more nice romantic backed by everyone’s favorite Hollywood studio musicians. Carter has just settled in Los Angeles; the question is whether she can make the town listen to her instead of to what it thinks it ought to hear.
If Carlene Carter is an anomaly, what must the record business think of X-ray Spex, a seminal U.K. punk band led by Poly-Styrene, who is not only female, and mulatto, but wears braces? Their first album, Germfree Adolescents (EMI import—no U.S. release is planned) is a nervous explosion of freedom Poly doesn’t seem to expect to last, and a joyous attack on pop narcissism and teenage hopelessness. A lurching, kitschy, vaguely Oriental saxophone carries the sound; running through it all is a desperate sense of fun, perhaps summed up by two lines that combine the crudity of the fifties with the irony of the present: “If you’ve got the urge/Come on let’s submerge.” That’s about riding the Underground—among other things.
In the steps of last year’s Dead Man’s Curve, real life rock on television continued apace with Elvis, which aired on ABC February 11 and is surely due for periodic reruns in times to come. Directed by John (Halloween) Carpenter (who deserves endless credit for not closing with the fake epiphany of a freeze-frame), the film was less a shaped drama than a set of deeply felt, sustained impersonations, supported by a subtle concern for period detail that reminded me of Robert Altman’s touch in Thieves Like Us. When teenage Elvis gunned his famous truck through Memphis in 1953, the radio coughed up Rufus Thomas’s “Tiger Man,” a crucial Sun label hit from just the right moment.
As Buddy Holly, Gary Busey went for revelations; Kurt Russell, likely understanding that with Elvis such things are both obvious and out of reach, played Presley down-to-earth. His Elvis made perfect sense—too much sense for an interpretation of a man who, not without thought, changed the world. Russell’s rough features perhaps brought out too much of Elvis’s thuggish side, but anyone smoother might have missed Presley’s resentment—and his desire.
The show passed over Elvis’s historic comeback, the TV special of late 1968. I’m convinced it produced his greatest music: the informal jams—nearly two hours’ worth—with Scotty Moore and D.J. Fontana, Elvis’s original guitarist and drummer, before the first audience to see the spirit in flesh in nearly a decade. Bits and pieces of these sessions have come out on RCA over the years; mature, scared and crackling with passion and humor, they have finally been issued in their entirety, uncut, as Elvis: The Burbank Sessions, Vol. 1—June 27, 1968 (Audifon).
The appearance of this epochal music, which reveals Presley as a bluesman, ought to be treated as an event. It has been ignored because it is a bootleg—domestic, though rather convincingly disguised as an official German LP—but the sound is perfect. Playing lead guitar most of the time, Elvis crashes through “That’s All Right,” “One Night,” “Trying to Get to You” and others, most more than once, reaching for the take that will say more than the song in question was ever meant to say. The two-record set is shot through with banter, false starts, and broken rhythms that magically reform into a statement of national purpose; it ranks with Robert Johnson’s King of the Delta Blues Singers, The Searchers or the Gettysburg Address.
The Burbank Sessions, Vol. 2—recorded two nights later, again with a live audience, but with a big band replacing the tiny combo—is of no such quality. The songs are all classics, and all are fatally compromised. “Hound Dog” is accompanied by a flute. Vol. 2‘s only value may be that it allows one to rehear an unbelievable moment from the TV special: Elvis hoisting his mike stand like a harpoon, thrusting it at the crowd and shouting—“Moby Dick!” I wonder if he ever understood that, as the great white whale of American culture, he was aiming at himself.
The other Elvis played the Berkeley Community Theater February 10 and 11, and on the first night left behind a crowd seething in anger, mainly because he played a very short set—about 45 minutes, though many people felt he’d barely broken the half-hour mark—and for the first time in four Bay Area appearances refused an encore. I thought the show had enough bite to make the issue of length beside the point, and, foolishly ignoring Costello’s well-known antipathy for the press’s, went backstage to tell him so. First I had to pass muster with Jake Riviera, Costello’s manager; after reviewing my intended comments, he apparently approved, and ushered me into a dressing room. “You won’t believe it, Elvis,” Riviera said, “but this time he’s only got one thing to say, not 8,000!” That was okay; no one had asked me up. Costello and I shook hands. I offered that I was glad to see him back in town; he groaned, sneered, and turned away. That was okay too, and I headed for the door. Just before I went through it, Riviera rushed up and grabbed me by the arm. “Listen,” he said in his best Soho goon’s voice, “if you quote me, I’ll kick your ass.” I was still wondering what he’d said that I’d possibly want to quote when I got back to my seat; by that time, people were jumping up and down on the balcony ledge to vent their fury.
Real Life Rock Top Ten
- Pere Ubu, Dub Housing (Chrysalis import)
- Boston, “A Man I’ll Never Be” and “Used to Bad News,” from Don’t Look Back (Epic)
- Cindy Bullens, Desire Wire (UA)
- Junior Thompson, “Raw Deal” and “Mama’s Little Baby,” from Gonna Rock and Roll Tonight (Collector import reissue)
- Irma Thomas, Soul Queen of New Orleans (Maison de Soul)
- Tracy Nelson (with Carlene Carter), “Friends of a Kind,” from Homemade Songs (Flying Fish)
- Johnny Thunders, “You Can’t Put Your Arms Round a Memory,” from So Alone (Real import)
- Mitch Ryder, How I Spent My Vacation (Seeds & Stems)
- Billy Hancock with the Tennessee Rockets, “I Can’t Be Satisfied” (Ripsaw)
- The Police, Outlandos d’Amour (A&M)
New West, March 12, 1979
Red West, Elvis’ lifelong friend, doesn’t accept the suicide theory:
“I know him like a book. I know he was religious, and I know what he would do and what he
wouldn’t do. And he would not kill himself purposely.”
David says he found all 3 “attack” envelopes and several Demerol syringes nearly empty. He
believes Elvis took all 3 “attacks” at once purposely, to end his life:
says the 4rst “attack” was usually given between 2 and 3
“After he’d take his attack, attack one, he would have a
couple of cheeseburgers,
After sleeping for a few hours, Elvis would receive “attack” number two:
morning hours. You know, you’re
looking at 10:00 or 11:00. Then it would be attack 3,
David Stanley said:(utube)
august 14,1977 I walk into Elvis Room
The last time I saw Elvis presley alive.
I was go out of town for couple of days.
For tour,8-16-77,open Portland maine.
I walk into To tell Elvis that I was leaving,
for a couple of days do you need anything,
and when i walk in Elvis was sit on his bed,, He was reading his bible,He look at
me,Elvis said,Who am I.which I thought,
was puzzling question,So I replied, Well you are Elvis presley the King.He held up the
bible ,”No,there only one king”
He said come over here talk to me.
So I (David) sat on the bed. We talk about his father (Vernon ) and my mother (Dee)
they were going through
separation (8-14-77) they were about to
get a devorce and He said, what do you think about it? I said, Elvis …..Then Elvis said
something puzzeling,”David I want you to know something,next time you see me,i will
be in higher place (plane)
different plane”,I didnt know what that meant at the time.I was puzzeled by what he
said to me.
The last 6 months of Elvis Presley life,(didnt Stanley boys take drugs?)I mean Elvis
addictions was driven by the doctor over prescription drugs, The doctors didnt kill
Elvis, The (elvis)management didnt kill Elvis. I (david Stanley) didnt kill Elvis.
I loved what you had to say about Carlene Carter…but I have to ask: did you really think that Dyan Diamond was no more and no less than a “hokey ‘punk’ belter”? I think she was better than that. A minor artist, to be sure, but more than just a hack. I think songs she recorded with Venus & The Razorblades were pretty good (listen to “Beach Is Burning”, perhaps Venus & The Razorblades’ best song, a brilliant chilling vision of Apocalypse L.A, here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SzB1JXV174 ), and her 1978 solo album IN THE DARK was all right too, especially the sexy and sinister title track, with its echoes of Patti Smith ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmXqQTukJI4 ). Do you remember listening to Diamond’s solo album when it was first released?