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7 Inescapable Things You’ll Find at Every Typical Music Festival

10-Feb-2016 By Tieece Gordon

Heading to a music festival this year? Be prepared to encounter some weird, wacky and wonderful spectacles. Certain trends seem to pop up year after year – by now, music festivals wouldn’t feel complete without them. While many could be seen as examples of how strange we’ve all become, not all are crazy premeditated stunts. Some things are just inescapable.

Shoulder Rides

It seems as though sitting on somebody’s shoulders is an essential part of the festival experience. This may have been promoted by TV coverage that seems to make ‘human chairs’ festival icons.

Good Points: More chances to get your face on TV; better view of the acts onstage.

Bad Points: A nightmare for those behind you.

Warm Drinks

Not talking about tea or mulled cider here! The warm weather seems to play havoc with refreshments. Drink cups emblazoned with “best served chilled” have no hope once festival season rocks up.

Good Points: It’s still a drink.

Bad Points: It tastes like an evil genius has set a plan in motion. 7 Inescapable Things You’ll Find at Every Music Festival

Tents

If you were surveyed for a family TV quiz show and asked to name ‘Things You’d Find at a Festival’, chances are tents would be pretty high up in the responses. If you haven’t been to a festival before, you won’t believe your eyes when you see the sheer amount of canvas sleepers that appear before you. Be ready to sleep virtually head to head with the guy next door.

Good Points: You need a tent to sleep (or not) and store your possessions; being so close to others makes socialising and meeting new people a doddle.

Bad Points: Claustrophobia Central; sleeping next to a canvas covered toe is still sleeping next to a toe.

Merchandise

T-shirts, vests, hats, bags; anything you can think of is being sold (and bought) onsite. Some people kit themselves out with one of everything while others look on in disgust.

Good Points: An everlasting reminder of a great festival; could come in handy if your clothes fall victim to the elements.

Bad Points: May end up looking like a walking advertisement; probably not going to touch this stuff ever again once you get home.

7 Inescapable Things You’ll Find at Every Typical Music Festival

Fashion Statements

You name it, it’s probably been a fad at some stage. Face paints, fedoras, headbands and even hairstyles have come and gone down the years. Even religious items, such as rosary beads and bindis have become mainstream – often to mixed reception.

Good Points: It’s fun to dress up – even if it means following a crowd; adds to the feel of everybody having fun.

Bad Points: Looking at those photos a few years down the line and wondering why anybody would ever want to wear hair beads.

Wristbands

Wristbands are an essential piece of a festival-goer’s kit. They’re essential to the whole party and some even create custom wristbands to spice things up.

Good Points: Eternal memorabilia; custom wristbands add a sense of personality; seem to last forever even when untreated.

Bad Points: If left too long can become a hive of bacterial activity; some people like to show off their wristbands six months after the fact.

Queues

Whether it’s for an overpriced burger or a race to get to the front of the stage, chances are you’re going to have to wait – either that or unceremoniously barge your way through (not recommended).

Good Points: Gets you excited about what’s coming up; a bit of quality time with friends while nothing is happening.

Bad Points: Who likes waiting?

7 Inescapable Things You’ll Find at Every Typical Music Festival

Filed Under: Fans, Festivals, Music Industry Tagged With: live music, millenial, music festival, music industry, musicians, peformance, superfan

Legacy, lies and loss, and why we’re all Martians now: thank you Mr Bowie

24-Jan-2016 By admin

Thank you David Bowie
Rest In Space David Bowie

“Ashes to ashes,
funk to funky”

On Monday last week artist, musician and legendary spaceboy David Bowie was announced dead. My ceiling collapsed.

A fortnight later I’m still processing what it all meant. They were just pop songs and I never met the man, but a world without Bowie just feels entirely alien.

I’m not much given to pilgrimage but I read that he brought wife Iman and daughter Lexi back home to check out his old haunts shortly after his cancer had been diagnosed as terminal. That brought tears. We did the same with my dad as he entered his final stretch (though a pie and mash in Walworth and a pub crawl around Bermondsey probably weren’t on Bowie’s bucket list…).

Anyhow he grew up locally and I needed answers so a brisk ten-minute walk and there I was, stood outside a 1930s terraced house on the outskirts of South London, teenage Bowie’s Bromley base of operations…

Of course, there was nothing much to see, and I felt a little stupid standing there stalking departed suburban Buddhas. There were flowers attached to the railings at the front of the house. I pondered how weird that must be for the residents, especially if they’re not fans. It all felt incredibly pointless, my sense of loss deepened and I was glad I hadn’t travelled over to his birthplace in Brixton.

To soothe myself I walked, and sank my thoughts into suburban anonymity…

Bowie’s true lies

Suburbia is a place to hide, but it’s also a place to cook up, and David Bowie did a hell of a lot of that. He’s been called a chameleon because of the ‘shape shifting’ but chameleons try to blend in. Bowie never blended in. But by the same token he never fully emerged. He left clues and reference points as to the inner workings of the real David Jones but the ‘revealing’ always left you wanting more.

Throughout his career Mr Jones used identity as a canvas; Ziggy, Halloween Jack, The Thin White Duke, David Bowie… possibly prompted by a family history of schizophrenia… or maybe he just enjoyed dressing up.

Whatever—he was the original pop transgressor, not because he wore lip-gloss and consumed vast quantities of cocaine—they all did that—but because he definitively exposed the fakery of it all.

“So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse of
How the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test”

He epitomised what the best British talent brings to American rock ’n’ roll rebellion… The ironic feint.

That’s not to say it was all just rock ’n’ roll satire. That wouldn’t have washed. Like a tribute act with no original, irony without a point eats its own tail and unlike many ‘rock gods’ Bowie never descended into self-parody because he’d already mastered the language. Well versed in Nietzsche and Warhol, Bowie knew all about masks and our need for healing self-deceptions. There’s empowerment in that knowledge, and in the hands of a popular magician, enchantment for the rest of us.

Bowie told ‘true lies’. He wore his fakery on his sleeve not just for the fun of it all but for the art of it all. He self-examined like the best existentialist and delivered on his findings like the best Vaudevillian, replete with Anthony Newley voice-over.

If the Beatles represented the peak of ‘pop modernism’ Bowie lifted us into a ‘post-pop’ stratosphere without us even noticing, influencing untold numbers along the way.

And he never stopped pushing and pulling.

Bowie once railed against the excluding and self-indulgent ‘art-speak’ of a certain creative elite. He was a working class lad at heart and his antidote to that form of cultural snobbery was the humble pop song. You can take the songs as you find them, they’re nice tunes, but if you go hunting for meaning be warned, it might hurt a little, the ‘crashing’ normally does. His themes of isolation, dystopia, difference and despair were sometimes hard to hear but wrapped up in charming melodies he delivered stardust on the ear like the most comforting ‘light entertainer’.

Creatively he trod a path between the sulky vulnerability of a Hamlet (“To be or not to be…”) and the majestic and mannered deftness of a Prospero (“We are such stuff as dreams are made on…”), and I hate to say this, but his death feels timely; not because his time is over but because it is only just truly beginning.

Re-evaluation will inevitably follow his passing and his prescience can’t be ignored. I believe Bowie will garner a deeper relevance as, prompted by technical innovation and increased worldwide connectivity, questions of identity, difference and creativity come to the fore.

He was light years ahead of the curve acting out gender fluidity before it was even vaguely a thing and jumping creative boundaries with a single Nietzschean leap. Writer, singer, painter, actor, social commentator… He was a one-man cultural revolution and unlike the typically earth-bound rock star encased in a single oeuvre, he foresaw and embraced change as a part of his purpose and process like no one before or since.

There’s life on Mars

As far back as 1999 he had this to say about the state of music and the industry:

“I embrace the idea there’s a new demystification process going on between the artist and the audience. […] When we look back at this decade there hasn’t really been one single entity, artist or group that have personified or become the brand name for the 90s […] in the 70s there were still definite artists […] now it’s sub-groups and genres; there’s hip-hop, there’s girl power… it’s a communal kind of thing… it’s about the community, it’s becoming more and more about the audience, because the point of having somebody who ‘lead the forces’ has disappeared because the vocabulary of rock is too well known, it’s a currency that is not devoid of meaning anymore but it’s certainly only a conveyor of information, it’s not a conveyor of rebellion… And the internet has taken on that […] I’d like to see what the new construction is between artist and audience. […] It’s almost like the artist is to accompany the audience and what the audience is doing, and that feeling is very much permeating music, and permeating the internet […]
Is there life on Mars..? Yes it’s just landed here.”

He added in 2002:

“The absolute transformation of everything that we ever thought about music will take place within 10 years and nothing is going to be able to stop it. […] Music is going to be like running water or electricity.”

We no longer have to travel to Mars, because borderless Mars travelled to us.

Whether you feel Bowie helped pull down the barriers or merely documented their collapse doesn’t really matter the question is: will you take the baton? Change is hurting the old order and disrupting the established ways of doing things but it’s also providing opportunity for those willing to explore the new territory.

We all have our own ‘Bowie’ or ‘Cobain’ or ‘Elvis’ but the days of ‘creativity by proxy’ are coming to an end. We’re entering an era where personal expression in all its forms will receive a new respect, and fuelled by web technologies, greater and wider means of distribution. Now’s the time to look within, explore your own boundaries and become the Martian you always were.
Step up to the mic. Do it now, you don’t know how long you’ve got.

There’s something distinctly British about Bowie, distinctly ‘London’, but like all great art and artists his legacy goes beyond arbitrary lines on maps and reaches into very personal inner landscapes. Introducing his 2002 TV appearance Live By Request Bowie teasingly said:

“The question I wanna ask is ‘who do I want you to be?’”

And so he went on his way.

We’re left with the already critically acclaimed Blackstar. Exposed, vulnerable yet skillfully theatrical, Bowie remained the Cracked Actor right to the end. Even on his deathbed he sprays riddles into our ears and eyes like some mischievous laughing gnome high on the mystery of it all. There’s no attempt at conclusion and no request for clemency. The story just goes on because it’s our story now and I love him for that.

“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time”
—David Bowie

That’s my Bowie. What’s yours?

Filed Under: Fans, Music Industry Tagged With: Blackstar, David Bowie, Ziggy Stardust

How to Totally Suck at Touring

08-Oct-2015 By Shannon Duvall

Don’t bring merch. Alison Shaw summed it up perfectly in August for youbloomTV:  if a person (likely in a state of inebriation) who has never seen you before decides they like what they hear, they’re going to want to take something home with them that they can listen to again, or a T-shirt they can wear so they have a story to share with their friends (free advertising!). Offer nothing as a follow-up to your show and it doesn’t matter if you just played the most epic set of the tour: you immediately halve your exposure potential.

Patches and buttons can be made very cheaply. Just sayin’.

sportin'.
sportin’.

 

 

Don’t introduce yourself. You know that band that are just way too cool to say hello to the audience, and instead plow wordlessly through their set before unplugging and stalking offstage for dramatic effect? Yeah, don’t be that band.

Be rude to the sound guy. A crucial element to the success/enjoyment of every gig is whether or not you piss off – intentionally or inadvertently – the guy/girl in control of what people are going to hear. So a few basic rules to follow:

  • Arrive to soundcheck on time. Remember that sound check is not band practice. If you think it is, you shouldn’t be on tour.
  • Follow the engineer’s instructions. He has a lot of mics and levels to organize, and doesn’t want to be there tweaking for two hours. You’re also (probably) not the only band this person needs to cater to. If he asks you to turn down your amp (guitar players, looking at you), just do it already.
  • Communicate politely and clearly. If you can’t hear something, have a request, or something isn’t working, let him or her know.

soundguy

 

Don’t say thanks. To the crowd for coming out, to the support acts or the act you’re supporting, to the sound engineer (see above), the booker, the venue…gratitude gets you a long way in this game. It endears you to the strangers who’ve chosen to spend their evening and money on you, and can get you invited to play more gigs or to come back again in future.

You're too kind, really.
You’re too kind, really.

 

Don’t promote. You know, you might get really lucky and have a booking agent or a venue that’s willing to promote the show on your behalf. Or you might score a sweet support slot for a band that you know are going to draw a crowd no hassle. But listen up: you still need to promote your show.

Why? Because that’s part of pulling your weight as a touring band. The deal is exposure – for everyone, not just for you. The least you can do is make an effort and throw up an event page on facebook. If just one person from your friend list comes along, you’ve done your job.

 

Try to adhere to a schedule/routine/backline setup. Life on the road is mayhem. Pure and simple. Vans break down, blizzards shut down roads, venues cancel shows for no reason.

Amps blow, pedals go all ghost function, leads and stands and 9 volt batteries mysteriously vanish.

Absolute arseholes steal bands’ gear. Shit. Happens. yellowvan

 

It goes without saying that you should have some level of organization to your plan, and to be responsible at least for your own gear and your person, but if by some crappy twist of luck, something un-ideal happens, the worst thing you can do is freak out; throw a fit; start a fight; get all demanding.

 

The best touring bands stay positive, remain flexible, expect the unexpected, and roll with the punches. They pitch in to help other bands when something goes wrong, knowing the road to memorable gigs is two-way, and paved with selfless acts.

 

These are the bands that people travel to other towns to see, that get asked back, that other bands reach out to when they’re thinking of hitting the road again.

 

Then again, it is entirely possible that touring just does not suit your band. And the only way to find that out is to do it. Just do everyone a favor once you do and stop.

 

Give up. You already know something unforeseen is likely to happen. So what should you do when it does? Well, if you want to totally suck at touring, take it as a sign that this gig/leg of the tour/entire thing is a sham and shouldn’t be happening at all. Sigh deeply, pull a U-ey, and drive your miserable butts back to Minnesota, or wherever it is you came from. Everyone will thank you later.

Or.

Show up anyway (better late than never), shake a few hands, explain what happened, offer to play and improvise if need be (house parties make great backups for venue cancellations, and often provide a night’s sleep), make friends and rack up another bonkers story for the tour diary.

Just NAUSIA being chill.
Just NAUSIA being chill.

 

Do it right, and in a year or so, you’ll be itching to start a new one.

Filed Under: Artist Matching, Artists, Independent Musicians, Music Advice, Music Industry, Tour Tagged With: bands, DIY, how to suck at touring, independent, live music, promotion, tour, touring, youbloom

A Consumer’s Guide to Song-snatching (Part Two)

06-Oct-2015 By Guest Blogger

Clinton-Heylin--rock-historian

We know you’ve been anxious for part two of Clinton Heylin’s article on the art of song-snatching, so here it is! If you missed part one, you can find it here! 

6. James Bond Theme

In 2001 fabled film composer John Barry was finally forced to defend a libel suit brought by Monty Norman after for some years hinting that it was he who had really written the James Bond Theme, not Norman, as it said on every 007 film-credit. When openly asked by the Sunday Times in 1998 whether Norman really wrote the theme he was unequivocal, ‘Absolutely not’. Unfortunately for the Times, Barry was required under oath to explain exactly how he came to compose a theme Norman wrote  a full five years earlier, under the name ‘Bad Sign, Good Sign’.

Barry changed tack, begrudgingly admitting he did use the riff from ‘Bad Sign, Good Sign’ but still insisted the rest of the tune was his. Unfortunately for Barry, the prosecution’s expert witness was Dr Sadie, Professor of Music at Trinity College. Sadie showed that the fundamental idea in the ‘James Bond Theme’, including the riff itself (the one playing in your head right now) was wholly derived from ‘Bad Sign, Good Sign’. The only part which wasn’t so derived was a standard vamp inserted by Barry.

Barry insisted it was all a misunderstanding, and he had never intended to claim royalties on the song. The prosecution promptly produced two letters sent by Barry’s solicitors, threatening to go after Norman for all the royalties unless Norman withdrew his libel action. Barry’s goose was cooked. He lost the case, the Times faced a substantial bill for costs, and Norman was awarded £30,000. More importantly, Barry reminded the world what it had in fact forgotten, that he did not write that trademark riff. Monty did.

7. Mbube/Wimoweh/The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Once upon a time of apartheid, a Zulu singer, Solomon Linda, recorded a traditional Zulu hunting chant, ‘Mbube’, for a local South African label run by an Italian immigrant, Eric Gallo, who had originally solf imported hillbilly records to working-class South Africans. The 1939 78 was a minor local hit, the small sum it made going to Gallo, who had purchased the copyright outright from Linda, as was the norm then.

One of these locally-sold 78s found its way to Pete Seeger after Alan Lomax brought it back from an African folk-collecting trip. Intrigued by the song, he transcribed it (badly), rearranging it as ‘Wimoweh’ and generously assigning the copyright to a nom de plume he and his fellow Weavers often used to claim 100% of the publishing on traditional songs (when only 50% was permitted).

If there was any problem Seeger could always turn to his music publisher, Howie Richmond, who only lied when his lips were moving. He hd already defended The Weavers from another suit over a ‘traditional’ African song they appropriated. ‘Tzena Tzena’ sold over a million copies in the US. The suit was finally settled in favour of the Israeli soldier who authored it in 1941.

Eric Gallo, to his credit, was aware enough to realize ‘Wimoweh’ was ‘Mbube’. In exchange for not contesting the ‘Paul Campbell’ credit, he struck a deal with Richmond which gave Richmond the US publishing for ‘Wimoweh’ in exchange for Gallo administering the song in the English-speaking parts of Africa.

‘Wimoweh’ was covered a few times over the next decade, once by Jimmy Dorsey, but only entered the financial stratosphere in 1961, when George Weiss rearranged it completely, giving it a new set of words and gave it to doo-wop group The Tokens, calling it ‘The Lion Sleeps Tonight’. Six months earlier, Weiss had done the same for Elvis, turning ‘Plaisir D’Amour’ into ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’, giving him his first number one of the decade.

Only now did Solomon’s snatch of Zulu become a genuine worldwide pop phenomenon. ‘The Lion Sleeps Tonight’ was a number one smash for The Tokens, doing the same for Karl Denver in the UK, and, twenty years on for Tight Fit. Meanwhile, Token Jay Siegel called at New York’s South African consulate, where he was told ‘Wimoweh’ ‘was derived from a traditional folk song that was used as a hunting song’. Linda had no copyright claim anyway, though he did live long enough to see the song cross the folk-pop divide, dying in 1962.

In fac,t the family of the Zulu singer did nothing about (re-)securing rights to the song until South African journalist Rian Malan appeared on his metaphorical milk-white steed nearly forty years after Linda’s death, unleashing the dogs of copyright law. But before they could go after the American copyright-holders, they needed to get back the rights Linda signed away in 1939.

Fortunately for them, the deal Eric Gallo had struck back in 1952 had been so badly constructed he had made very little money from a song that had earned millions. Once the Gallo family agreed to return all rights to the Linda family, they could contest the 10 per cent cut they were receiving from ‘The Lion Sleeps Tonight’, asserting that Weiss’s song was little more than a reworking of ‘Mbube’, which it self-evidently was not.

If Weiss had been a more mean-spirited man, he could have returned the entire copyright to the Linda family. Instead, an agreement was struck which allowed the Lindas to share equally in the steady stream of revenue from The Lion King. Any seventy-year term on this new copyright would only start when Weiss himself died, which he duly did in 2010; meaning that a traditional Zulu song that may or may not have been adapted by Linda in 1939 will still be in copyright in 2080!

 8. My Sweet Lord

If McCartney was always careful to diguise his musical debts, barely had erstwhile Beatle George Harrison left the band when he had his biggest solo hit and rock’s most infamous lawsuit, all over the song, ‘My Sweet Lord’. Though he always claimed any debt to The Chiffons’ ‘He’s So Fine’ was accidental, others have insisted otherwise.

Delaney Bramlett claims Harrison was backstage at a Delaney & Bonnie show in 1969 when ‘I grabbed my guitar and started playing the Chiffons’ melody from “He’s So Fine,” and then sang, “My Sweet Lord, oh my Lord, oh my Lord.”’ Two years later, when he heard the song on the radio, Bramlett called Harrison up to say he hadn’t meant for him to use the exact melody and to complain about the lack of recit, ‘But I never saw any money from it.’ Nor did George.

John Lennon displayed little sympathy for his old friend George, suggesting, ‘He walked right into it. He knew what he was doing.’ And if he didn’t, the producer of ‘My Sweet Lord’ surely did, because the first time Harrison played the song to Phil Spector, he must have pointed out its similarity to The Chiffons song, one he knew well.

However, Harrison paid fully for his conscious songsnatch, thanks to the double-dealing of Harrison’s own accountant-manager, Allen Klein, whose right hand, as Eric Idle lampooned in The Rutles, ‘never knew who his left hand was doing’.

Back in 1971, when the song’s publisher Bright Music first filed suit, Allen Klein met with the president, on Harrison’s behalf, offering to purchase the entire catalogue as they were all but bankrupt. They refused. Harrison then offered the company $148,000, supposedly representing 40% of US royalties on ‘My Sweet Lord’. Bright Music unexpectedly demanded 75% of worldwide receipts and surrender of the song’s copyright. Harrison, having recently terminated his contract with Klein, should have smelt the whiff of mendacity. Klein had bought Bright Tunes himself, knowing the future value of this copyright. It was a clear breach of the fiduciary duty he owed to his former client, and even the judge in the case saw it. He awarded Klein $587,000 in damages, the exact sum that he had paid for Bright Music, rather than the two million he had confidently expected.

9. Blue Monday.

For three years New Order had been living in the shadow of Joy Division when they released ‘Blue Monday’ in 1983. It promptly charted twice in the UK, selling over a million copies domestically while topping Billboard’s Hot Dance Club Play charts. What no one in the band could agree on, though, ws where it came from. According to Peter Hook, ‘We stole it off a Donna Summer B-side’ (meaning ‘Our Love’, actually an A-side).

Bernard Sumner admitted to further lifts, taking part of the arrangement from ‘Dirty Talk’, by Klein + M.B.O, the signature bassline from Sylvester’s disco classic, ‘You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)’, and sampling the long intro from a Kraftwerk song, ‘Uranium’. Keyboardist Gillian Gilbert didn’t think its debts ended there, ‘Peter Hook’s bassline was nicked from an Ennio Morricone film soundtrack.’

Seemingly, the only recent song from which Sumner and co. didn’t take elements was indie single ‘Gerry And The Holograms’ by Gerry & The Holograms. But if ‘Blue Monday’ had a starting point, it was this obscure Mancunian slice of electronica, released on Absurd Records in 1979. Except ‘Gerry And The Holograms’ was a send-up of the New Electronica by arch satirist C.P. Lee, of Albertos Y Los Trios Paranoias fame, and his friend, John Scott. New Order all knew the ‘Manc’ from Albertos – and his sense of humour, but decided the joke was on him. They were never sued.

10. Blurred Lines.

The March 2015 judgement of an LA court that ‘Blurred Lines’, Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams’ modern megahit, was plagiarized from ‘Got To Give It Up’, a 1974 Marvin Gaye dance track, sent shockwaves through the industry. As it should. Never before had someone – or in this case, their hysterical daughter – claimed copyright on a ‘groove’. Because, as Rhodri Marsden wrote in the New Statesman, a week after the judgement:

“The view that ‘Blurred Lines’ plagiarises from Marvin Gaye is based on a fundamental misunderstanding of what songwriting is. Let’s be clear: these two songs are fundamentally different. They have different structures, different melodies, different chords. Were it not for the similarity of the sparse arrangement (an offbeat electric piano figure and a cowbell clanking away at 120bpm) the court case wouldn’t even have taken place.”

One suspects there will be another court case and the judgement will end up overturned. This is America, after all. In which case, Gaye’s daughter may rue the day she did not follow the example of Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne, whose 1989 hit, ‘Don’t Back Down’, provided the melodic undertow to Sam Smith’s ‘Stay With Me’, the Grammy Song of The Year, but settled for a revised namecheck and a 25% cut of the proceeds from the mulit-million seller. After all, as Petty himself said, ‘These things happen.’

 

Filed Under: Artist Discovery, Fans, Music Advice, Music Industry

A Consumer’s Guide To Song-snatching (Part One)

04-Oct-2015 By Guest Blogger

Clinton-Heylin--rock-historianPerhaps best known for his extensive writing on Bob Dylan, Clinton Heylin has been called “a formidable rock historian” (The Australian), “Arguable the world’s greatest rock biographer” (The Irish Independent), and “One of music writing’s foremost practitioners” (Irish Examiner). His work also includes biographies on Van Morrison and Sandy Denny in addition to numerous other books and articles, greatly enhancing the genre of music history. Today, Heylin is sharing with youbloom part one of his recent piece on song-snatching. Stay tuned for part two which will be appearing here on Tuesday!

‘Twas Paul McCartney, one of the most original songwriters, who told Guitar World, ‘What do they say? A good artist borrows, a great artist steals … That makes the Beatles great artists, because we stole a lot of stuff.’ The trick is disguising the debt, or stealing from the public domain, as Macca did with ‘Golden Slumbers’, a Thomas Dekker poem. Because as John Perry, Only Ones guitarist and (uncredited) author of the ‘Another Girl Another Planet’ riff, once wrote: ‘“Ripping off” is a matter of context. Everyone steals; it’s not what you nick, but the way that you nick it.’

Even the Eurovision Song Contest – that black hole of originality – has been tainted by accusations of plagiarism. The year that ‘Congratulations’ – the most famous English non-winner – lost out to Spanish song ‘La La La’, the triumphant Spaniards were immediately sued for patently nicking the melody of The Kinks’ ‘Death of A Clown’.

Since the beginning of 4/4 time, songwriters have been borrowing, snatching or plain stealing from songs of yesteryear. So here is my personal list of favourite beg, steal and borrowings, beginning a hundred years ago with W.C. Handy, a man with two statues erected to him, and a park named after him, the self-styled ‘Father of The Blues’.

1. St Louis Blues.
Handy’s most famous, and lucrative, song was once the second most valuable copyright in popular song, but even he admitted that ‘the twelve-bar, three-line form … with its three-chord basic harmonic structure . . . was already used by Negro roustabouts, honky-tonk piano players, wanderers and others of their underprivileged but undaunted class.’

In fact, the lyrics were little more than a clever composite of stray couplets heard in clubs of Memphis and the streets of St Louis (hence the song’s title). As for the music, jazz pianist Jelly Roll Morton fired the first salvo at Handy’s lilywhite reputation in a 1938 Downbeat article, suggesting, ‘Mr. Handy cannot prove anything is music that he has created. [Rather,] he has taken advantage of some unprotected material . . . [because of] a greed for false reputation.’

Handy’s printed retort was that at least he ‘had vision enough to copyright and publish all the music I wrote, so I don’t have to go around saying I made up this piece and that piece in such and such a year … Nobody has swiped anything from me.’ But as bluesman T-Bone Walker once said of Handy’s famous composite composition, ‘It’s a pretty tune, and it has kind of a bluesy tone, but it’s not the blues. You can’t dress up the blues.’

2. Hound Dog
‘Hound Dog’ provided sophomore songsmiths Mike Stoller and Jerry Leiber with a crash-course in r&b publishing. No sooner had they written the r&b standard, in 1952, it was copyrighted to Don Robey, who owned Peacock Records and Big Mama Thornton who recorded it. The culprit was Johnny Otis, to whom Leiber-Stoller had contracted their songs hoping to break into the industry. Giving him a third of the publishing on any songs he got recorded, they did not allow him to assign their songs to others.

As Stoller later told their biographer, ‘’The reality of the cold-blooded music business was something else. Later, we learned that Johnny Otis [had] put his name on the song as a composer and indicated to Don Robey, the label owner, that he, Johnny, had power of attorney to sign for us as well . . . We got an attorney and a new contract from Robey … The song hit the R&B charts, but [Robey’s] check bounced.’

Otis insisted to his dying day he rewrote the words, which originally ‘had lyrics about knives and scars, all negative stereotypes . . . It was a legal swindle and I got beat out of it.’ He even took the pair to court when Elvis covered it, having previously signed a release renouncing all claims to the song in exchange for $750. His claim was roundly dismissed, the New York federal judge branding him ‘unworthy of belief’ – courtspeak for a hound dog.

3. Blowin’ In The Wind
Like Shakespeare before him, the first time Dylan achieved public notoriety was as a ‘thief of thoughts’ in an October 1963 Newsweek feature that suggested there was a ‘rumor circulating that Dylan did not write “Blowing In The Wind,” that it was written by a Millburn (N.J.) high school student named Lorre Wyatt, who sold it to the singer . . . Wyatt denies authorship, but several Millburn students claim they heard the song from Wyatt before Dylan ever sang it.’

Dylan’s naive decision to publish the song in a mimeographed folkzine, Broadside, a full year before he released it gave Wyatt the opportunity to claim it for his own. A New Jersey high-school student and a member of The Millburnaires, a cheesy folk trio in the Kingston rio tradition, Wyatt played it to his band in October 1962, nine whole months before Peter Paul & Mary made it a million-seller.

When asked where he got it from, Wyatt claimed to have written it. The other band members insisted they perform it at a high school performance where it was an immediate sensation, and all too soon Wyatt found himself telling tall-tales for a living. By September 1963, a female researcher from Newsweek was calling Wyatt persistently. Andrea Svedburg was researching a premeditated hatchet-job on the protest singer, ‘revealing’ his real name and middle-class Mid-west upbringing.

Surprisingly, Dylan did not sue the highly influential weekly. But it would take Wyatt until 1974 to come clean, and another forty years before he made a joint album with Pete Seeger, who had spotted Dylan’s true source the very night he first performed it: ‘No More Auction Block’, a traditional anti-slavery song. Dylan might still have been sued for the song had he not wisely dropped the song’s fourth verse, a straight lift from Jack Rhodes’s ‘Satisfied Mind’, a song owned by the notoriously litigious Porter Wagoner.

4. House of The Rising Sun
If Dylan claimed his recasting of ‘No More Auction Block’ for his own he failed to copyright his arrangement (actually Dave Van Ronk’s) of 19th century folksong ‘House of the Rising Sun’, recorded it for his first album. This left The Animals free and clear to claim the electric arrangement they based on his as their own.

In fact, only the Animals organist Alan Price put his name to ‘their’ arrangement, prompting singer Eric Burdon to write, ‘With the stroke of a pen, the rest of The Animals were screwed. Ripped off from the get-go – from inside.’ The song went to number one both sides of the Atlantic, and Price was suddenly a very wealthy you man; and Dylan saw the light electric.

If Dylan was unfazed, another American folk doyen was incensed to find he was entitled to nothing. Alan Lomax was the son of John Lomax, whose first collection of Cowboy Songs was largely plagiarized from another collector. Both subsequently used Congress funds to collect folksongs they duly copyrighted to themselves – including Leadbelly’s entire repertoire.

In 1960’s Folk Songs of North America, Alan claimed he found ‘Rising Sun’ first, taking it ‘down in 1937 from . . . a pretty, yellow-headed miner’s daughter in Middlesborough, Kentucky, subsequently adapting it to the form … popularized by Josh White.’ He did nothing of the sort. White learnt the song from ‘a white hillbilly singer in North Carolina’.

White’s minor-key variant was the one Van Ronk, Dylan and The Animals appropriated. But his variant was hardly the first recorded. Versions released by Clarence Ashley and Roy Acuff both predate White’s, and Lomax’s. As does a version by The Callahan Brothers recorded in April 1935 as ‘Rounder’s Luck’.

Try as he might, there was no way Lomax Junior could cut himself a slice of a song to which he did not contribute a single note or word, just because he had the ‘foresight’ to record three versions of it after it had already been collected by three other folklorists and after it was released commercially no less than three times.

5. Dazed & Confused.
The idea for Led Zeppelin was one Jimmy Page had been carrying around for years. In fact, he almost formed such a band with John Entwistle and Keith Moon, back in 1966. The problem was not musicianship, but original material. He was not a natural songwriter. Yet when the first Led Zeppelin album appeared there were all these songs credited to Page in part or all, including compositions by folkie Anne Borden and bluesmen Howlin’ Wolf and Willie Dixon, all still alive, all recopyrighted to Page et al.

His most brazen acquisition, though, was called ‘Dazed & Confused’, a song he had learnt two years earlier from a Jake Holmes album and centrepiece of early Zep performances. The one time he was asked on the record about the song he wiggled like a catfish on a fishing-line, ‘I’d rather not get into it because I don’t know all the circumstances. What’s he got, the riff or whatever? Because Robert wrote some of the lyrics for that on the album . . . We extended it from one that we were playing with The Yardbirds. I haven’t heard Jake Holmes.’

Actually, Plant hadn’t written a single word of the song, and if he had, he wasn’t credited. Only Page was. As for never hearing Jake Holmes, Yardbirds drummer Jim McCarty not only recalled Jake Holmes supporting The Yardbirds at a New York show in August 1967 but vividly remembers them going to a record shop the next day to buy Holmes’s album, The Above Ground Sound, having collectively ‘decided to do a version … We worked it out together with Jimmy contributing the guitar riffs in the middle.’

Holmes, for reasons unknown, took until 2010 to make it a legal matter but when he did, Page didn’t have a leg to stand on. But Page could not bring himself to admit ‘Dazed And Confused’ was not really his. And so as a solution to the suit, when the version from Zeppelin’s one-off 2007 reunion at the O2 Arena was released in 2012 it was credited to ‘Page, inspired by Jake Holmes’ – a form of credit not recognized by any copyright law, but which at least admitted Page had heard Jake Holmes’ psychedelic original.

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