Issue #7
May
'99There is a karma about music which is undefinable, it carries an aura unto
itself. While comparisons can be made with other aspects of life, none can equal the
magical quality of music's ability to transcend time and space. To recreate "other
aspects of life" in a controlled atmosphere (unlike involuntary chemical induced
"flashbacks") is a powerful, awe inspiring, and at times breath taking feat, yet
most of us encounter these "Time Warps" everyday. Whether you realize it or not,
music is the soundtrack of your life. There are points where music has merged so
effortlessly with everything that has happened that it becomes the identifying factor, the
springboard, a portal to the past...
"Can't You See That She's Mine" by The Dave Clark Five
instantly transports me to my parent's living room, age 7. Dancing about, playing air
guitar, and wearing a dish towel on my head to simulate a "Mod" haircut.
"Reelin' In The Years" by Steely Dan and I'm getting my first
real kiss.
The LP "Some Girls" by The Rolling Stones brings a month's
worth of "Welcome to the real world kid" memories (See the 'Roll away the
Stones' article posted on the Tremens page for that
whole story).
"(This Is) Radio Clash" by The Clash allows me to relive the
Times Square riot at Bonds in May of '81.
I listed just 4 of the many historical journeys to my past that I'm able to indulge in
through the gratuity of music. From single songs to entire LP's, from a brief glimpse of a
moment to whole monumental occasions. It has happened before and will happen again, to us
all.
But, what if, you put on a new disc of songs that you have never heard before, and it
happened?
Yes, I mean "IT". The whole time travel, instant karma, musical aura of the
past, retrospective journey into all your years and then some. Pretty powerful thought,
isn't it? What if it made you sit up and ask "What is Rock 'n' Roll"? What if it
answered you that "Rock 'n' Roll is music. ALL music, played with the attitude of
youth". R'n'R doesn't categorize itself within any one musical style except youth.
And, when music has the power to reawaken long slumbering memories, 9 out of 10 times it's
going to be R'n'R shakin' the cob webs out of that brain of yours. Why? Because as time
marches on, each generation's earliest musical memories are going to be rooted in the
R'n'R of the 1950s and on up. The teenage rebels without cause who use to "Shake,
Rattle, & Roll" are now in their mid to late 50s. The boomers who were weaned on
Chuck Berry and came of age in the 1960s Summer(s) of Love are now 45 and over. Hell, even
the New Wave Punks of the late 70s are pushing 40. So yes, R'n'R has become the Musical
Fountain of Youth - emphasis on Youth, with each generation providing their own
definitions. But all the definitions are relative, which brings me back to...Charlie
Burton.
We've written about Bulldog Records recording artist Charlie Burton
here before. His 1997 CD Rustic Fixer-Upper with his band
"The Texas Twelve Steppers" was featured in our very 1st Issue.
Well, now Charlie has broken new ground with the release of his One-Disc Box Set!
"One Man's Trash: The Charlie Burton
Story, '77-'99"
23 songs covering 22 years of recording and a lifetime of Rock 'n' Roll. This virtual
Fountain of Youth has brought me back to every highlight of my life that has music
connected to it's lineage. I was amazed that not only could I relive the past 22 years of
my life within these 73 plus minutes but, the past 45 years of Rock 'n' Roll as well. I
was not familiar with any of these songs before, yet they are all recognizable. I have
found myself comfortably enjoying every nod to Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, Elvis
Presely, Buddy Holly, Bo Diddley, James Brown, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Warren Zevon, Randy
Newman, The Beatles, The Kinks, The Clash, The Ramones, and many more, not to mention the
long list of styles covering early R'n'R, Blues, Folk, Honky Tonk, R&B, C&W, Soul,
Punk, Latin (Flamenco, Bossa Nova), etc., etc.
The musical times of my life that this disc invoked has brought a smile to my face, not
only am I standing on the beer soaked floor of a bar with a thick cloud of smoke hovering
overhead while trying to make the move on a local girl as the house band cranks out
another favorite, but I'm also dancing around the living room playing air guitar and
wearing a dish towel on my head.
Thank You Charlie Burton, though I may never have heard these songs before, their
memories are dear to my (youthful) heart.
"One Man's Trash: The Charlie Burton Story '77-'99"
is available now for
$9.98 +s/h*