Showing posts with label Leif Garret. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Continuing Adventures of the Teen Idol - 50 Years of Pretty Boys and Decreasing Quality


The current tabloidian adventures of Justin Bieber and One Direction have had me thinking about teen idols recently. Because I decided to scribble about some of the bad music that’s out there as well as the good, I was researching 1D and Bieber and You Tube and saw their fans (“Beliebers” and “Directioners”, respectfully…though neither of those terms are actual English, so I regret using the word “respectfully”) writing delusional statements about the wealth of talent both of these acts have, seemingly unaware that these things go on a cycle.

Now, when I was growing up, my father encouraged me to listen to vastly different styles of music, and ever since the advent of the Power Rangers I had been obsessive over the things I loved. So it was only natural that the music I listened to would follow suit, and because I was obsessive over music I was able to identify that, actually, boy bands didn’t last that long. And neither did teenaged singers. Oh, they were exceptions, and we’ll look at those within this piece too. I also knew they sucked arse. Again - exceptions.

So, let’s take a journey through the changing fortunes of the teen idol, starting with the first TRUE teen idol of the rock & roll era.


1950’s

Sure, Elvis was a teen idol. But he was different to the teen idols of today, in a variety of different ways. No, the modern teen idol was probably born with Frankie Lymon. Lymon fronted a group called The Teenagers, with whom, at aged just 13 years old, he co-wrote and recorded his first and biggest hit, Why Do Fools Fall In Love? The song has become one of the anthems of the era. If there is a film that is set 1956, you best believe this song is on the soundtrack.



Because they were so young, Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers inspired kids of their own generation into performing. People like; The Temptations, Diana Ross, The Beach Boys…in fact, Motown founder Berry Gordy based the set up of the Jackson 5 on Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers. Lymon also did a lot for the civil rights for a spur of the moment decision that caused a scandal; he danced with a white girl (GASP!). He did it on DJ Alan Freed’s TV Show The Big Beat and caused such an outrage that the show was cancelled.

Frankie didn’t have many hits after his voice broke, and he died of a Heroin overdose in 1968. But in his time, everyone was in agreement; Frankie was the man. And, directly or indirectly, Lymon’s DNA is in every single teen idol who followed.


1960’s


The main anomalies to the teen idols rule of “a few good years” do actually appear in the 1960’s. This is a decade where The Beatles and the Rolling Stones began as bands that girls would scream at (yes, there was a time when people used to scream at Mick Jagger without adding the phrase “help, it’s coming towards me”). And yet both The Beatles and the Stones eventually became two of the most creative bands in Motown started the idea that you could have an organisation that created the perfect artists, teaching them how to dress, how to act, how to sing, how to do interviews, how to dance, how to sit. Needless to say, it was a success and became some of the most influential music of all time. I’m a Motown buff myself, so I wanna just take this opportunity to blast some Motown in your zeusdamn faces.



Then there was The Monkees, particularly Davey Jones. Jones was the charming British guy in the front. And they were probably the first significant case of a boy band being put together. Mainly because they weren’t a real band. The groups at Motown weren’t put together, they were all pre-existing acts who auditioned for Berry Gordy. But, The Monkees was a TV show about a band. Initially, the Monkees didn’t even play their own instruments. They fought for the right to do that by the end, and completely alienated their screaming teenage fans with the fuckin’ weird movie Head (apparently titled as such in case they made a second film, so they could say on the billboard “From the people who gave you Head”). But their success endured. In future, it would be the rule that boy bands would be “put together”, rather than be a group of kids who had known each other since they were in school.




1970’s

The 1970’s was teen idol galore. The decade started with the first real boy band as we know them today, The Jackson 5. They were followed closely by The Osmonds. There was also David Cassidy, Bobby Sherman and, rounding off the decade, Leif Garrett. It was really a golden time for pretty boys who sang bland songs. The main exception to that rule is the Jackson 5 hits which were brimming with energy, not to mention Michael Jackson‘s surprisingly heartfelt vocals. It‘s odd that some of Jackson‘s most soulful vocal performances were when he was aged 10 years old. Listen to a song like I’ll Be There



A kid of 10 years old can’t truly understand what he’s singing about in that song. But you believe every word coming out of his mouth. And the song itself is more sophisticated than anything someone like Leif Garrett ever did. But then they had the Motown staff writers at their beck and call, so it’s hardly surprising.

Sherman and Cassidy both came from TV. Notably Cassidy was the star and pin up of The Partridge Family, about a singing family of ninnies who have limited talent but decide to form a creepy band anyway, and somehow managed to forge a career in pop on the back of this. He also marks the first really significant case of a teen idol acting explicitly acting out against his image. Midway through the run of The Partridge Family, Cassidy appeared naked on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine and talked openly about his drug use, amongst other things and purposely destroyed his goody two shoes image (a la Miley Cyrus).


Over in the UK, the most notable teen idols were the Bay City Rollers. You know, these guys…



Yeah. That ain’t no Jackson 5 song.

But the hysteria following the Bay City Rollers was as rabid as the following Justin Bieber gets today…as seen from around 4 minutes into this video…



The last teen idol of the decade was probably Leif Garrett.



Here’s the gist of Leif’s life since…




1980’s


The 80s was an odd decade for teen idols. Those of the 70s grew up and went into rehab, with the exception of Michael Jackson who became the biggest star in the world and was probably the only true example of a child star making a successful transition into being an adult artist (though, calling MJ an “adult” is pretty liberal use of the word).

Most of the teen idols of the 80s were movie stars; the Two Coreys, the Brat Pack, River Phoenix. It wasn’t until the end of the decade when pretty boy singers returned. And when they did the format was down. Well and truly. They cut the fat off. They took the Motown ideology of teaching the artists how to dress, how to sing, how to do interviews etc. Basically, carving an image out for them. There are differences, though; part of the reason for Motown was to bring black artists to a white audience. And in the 80s they forgot to write decent songs (a trend which would, sadly, continue). And they forgot to get a great house band to record the great music behind it. And they forgot to get people with charismatic voices. Basically, they failed at every other fundamental level. So long as it was a pretty boy, why should they give a fuck what the music was like.

Bros are probably the best example. This is a song of theirs called Drop The Boy.



It’s really shit. What the hell is wrong with Matt Goss’ voice? He sounds like he’s constipated and trying really hard to push it out. It’s got shitty 80s production. The video is full of weird shots (what’s so special about Matt Goss’ belt that it warranted a close up?). And the song itself? What the fuck is going on there? It sounds like it’s trying to be catchy, but just fails.

And yet Bros were massive. Like, One Direction massive. Like, selling out Wembley Stadium massive.



But the party ended. Because the kids grew up and thought “wow…this is really shit”.


1990s

Now we’re just going around in circles. Both the UK and the US had their own boy band wars in this decade. The US had New Kids On The Block, The Backstreet Boys, *Nsync…the UK had boy bands that weren’t popular in America (Take That, Boyzone, Westlife, 5ive).

The main difference in the 90s is that it was really the first time that there was an influx of female teen idols, of which there had been quite a lack of previously; the Spice Girls, All Saints, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera. All of whom pretty much sucked as hard as all the boys, if not harder (phwooaaarrr…bloody hell!).



And they too were on the conveyor belt. Many of them, in fact, by a very particular conveyor belt owned by a very particular commercial behemoth; Disney. This would continue into the 2000s with Miley Cyrus and her ilk…but these guys and gals were the first to really feel this sting. You see, just about everyone owned by Disney went hit the skids at some point. We all saw Miley at the VMAs a few weeks ago…but Britney and Christina also went through what I now like to call “pulling a Cassidy”. Like David’s nude Rolling Stone cover designed to shake off his goody two shoes teen idol image, the gals started grinding, stripping off and getting dirrrrrty to look grown up (though, of course, that is a teenager’s idea of what being “grown up” is). They get so controlled under the corporation rule that they act out when they break free.


2000s-Today

The major difference between the last couple of decades and the current crop is that we now see the conveyor belt played out before our eyes. We see the horror, we see the mechanisms that go on behind the scenes because of TV shows like X Factor and even You Tube. Think about who the two biggest teen idols are of today. Did you think of One Direction and Justin Bieber? One came from X Factor and the other from You Tube.

One Direction in particular are interesting. Because of the interweb, the idiocies coming from their fans’ mouths are being plastered all over the place. It’s pretty interesting to see the cycle hasn’t been broken at all. The only difference is that, where in the past a Bros fan might threaten somebody who disliked Bros only amongst other Bros fans, “Directioners” are able to tweet the person in question, which means their stupidity is there for the world to see.

For example…remember that Channel 4 documentary that was on about 1D fans the other week…?



Well, here’s a clip from a similar documentary about Bros fans that was made in their day. I say “similar”, I mean the only things that are different are the fashions and the group in question. The rest of it is I-fucking-dentical…



They also forgot to give the members of 1D distinctive personalities. You really can’t tell them apart. They all seem to have the exact same sense of humour, their voices are very similar, at least two of them have the same hairstyle. It makes the shortened “1D” name quite appropriate, because they are, indeed, very one dimensional. You can tell the Monkees apart. They had different fucking hairstyles for a start. And Mike Nesmith wore a hat.

So…what about their future? If you’ve read this far down, you really don’t need to ask.


The thing that has really changed is that it is in no way about the music anymore. There was a point when it was. Frankie Lymon was about his music and performance (and bigamy, but this ain't the place to discuss that), Motown took time to perfect the records, The Beatles and The Stones are two of the greatest bands who ever lived. Hell, even David Cassidy and Leif Garrett were trying to branch out into more artistic territory when the novelty started wearing off. But since the capitalist culture of the 80s, it’s not been about that at all. Hence, 30 years of just completely shit teen idols that the kids hold no affection for as they grow older outside of basic nostalgia.

Young people interested in music still hear Motown records and say “that’s cool”. Nobody does it for Bros.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

POP WORLD: One Direction - Best Song Ever


One Direction have crossed a line.

I could handle the way they manipulate their confused audience of teenage girls by constantly singing about them and telling them they love the things they're insecure about. Take Little Things, for example, “sure, you’ve got big thighs, a dimple in your back, a squeaky voice and a bit of a moustache, but I love those little things about you”. Then there's "YOU don't know YOU'RE beautiful", "YOU'VE got that one thing“, “let me kiss YOU“. So far, its not been “her“ or “she“. No, its always been YOU, provided you buy this record, you gullible thing, you. But I could handle that, because its an old boyband trick.

And to be honest, I found the way they always end every song with the floppy haired one saying the name of the song quite funny in its sheer repetitiveness. Every single one of those songs has the one that they are quite obviously prepping for a solo career saying “you don’t know your beautiful”, “let me kiss you”, “one way or another” etc at the end.

And I could just about take it when one of them was wearing a fucking RUSH t-shirt in the video for their Comic Relief single. Although I can’t imagine any One Direction fan being into Xanadu



But, this is also where they really started to piss me off, as opposed to just being a minor annoyance. The moment at the BRIT Awards where they “launched” into Teenage Kicks was incredible. Because if you listened carefully, you could actually hear every former punk rocker in the UK simultaneously shouting “FUCK OFF” at the screen.

And now this.



Their incredibly bland new song (ironically titled Best Song Ever, which I‘ll deal with in due course) quite clearly rips off The Who. The intro is Baba O' Riley. Even the sound of the piano is EXACTLY the same. As if we wouldn’t notice that you just pissed on a Picasso.



And this isn’t the first time they’ve done it. Live While We’re Young?



Should I Stay Or Should I Go?



Even their first hit, What Makes You Beautiful?



Seriously? Did nobody in the office say “I’m sure I’ve heard this before“?



So, clearly there’s a pattern emerging. One Direction’s songwriters are so lazy and know their fans will buy anything they put in front of them, that from the very beginning they’ve just been taking riffs from other songs, and REALLY famous ones too - they didn’t even bother to go for b-sides - and building an inferior song around them.

But what about this new one?

Quite frankly, the dumbest song title that has have been bestowed upon any piece of “art“, and I include Piss Christ in that. The song they refer to in the lyrics is not the song they’re singing, but the implication is clear; THIS is the best song ever. To have the sheer BALLS to claim that this is the best song ever after SIXTY fucking years of rock & roll is astoundingly arrogant.

Lyrically, as you might expect, knowing there isn’t any danger of “Directioners” moving on for another year or two means that they can come up with any old clichéd drivel, although this one stood out;

Said her name was Georgia Rose, and her daddy was a dentist

You know, Bruce Springsteen names his characters too. But, he follows his characters lives throughout his albums. They go nowhere with the "Georgia Rose" thing. Her name is Georgia Rose? Whoop-de-fucking-doo. I named my pinky toe Willbert, you don't hear me banging on about it. And the fact that her dad "was a dentist". Is there any reason that we need to know this? Is there a twist at the end where it turns out all your teeth fall out, but luckily, you're going out with a dentist's daughter and no little girl of his is going to be knocking about with a guy with no fucking teeth. Nope, it's just a bit of miscellaneous filler.

Plus, she said her dad "was" a dentist, which implies he isn't anymore. What happened? Did he leave the profession at his own will or was he barred from ever performing dentistry again?

We danced all night to the best song ever
We knew every line now I can't remember
How it goes but I know that I won't forget her '
Cause we danced all night to the best song ever
I think it went oh oh oh
I think it went yeah yeah yeah
I think it goes, oh
You know, the whole concept of this song sound eeringly familiar. Let me think; the best song in the world, you forget how it went, and you’re trying to figure it out. Where do I know that from?



Ah, yes. That’ll be it. Of course, the difference here is that it’s played for laughs and not meant to be taken seriously.

Further on down the road…
You know I know you know I will remember you
I know you know I know you'll remember me

You know I know you know I'll remember you
I know you know I hope you'll remember how we danced
How we danced


What? JUST SPIT IT OUT, BITCH. What you’re trying to say is “we’ll remember each other and that we danced”. So just say that. Get to the point. Elongating it does nobody any favours; it makes you sound stupid and keeps the song going a couple of seconds longer, and there's no need for us to be punished for your stupidity.

As for the performance? Well, One Direction are sold as individual personalities; there’s the sensible one, the moody one, the cheeky one, the Irish one. Although, in reality, they are all simply “the cute one”. There is no personality in their voices at all. You can’t really tell one apart from the other. They may have distinctive personalities on stage, I wouldn’t know. But I do know that they have none in their songs. They are completely interchangeable.

So this is, basically, just another bland One Direction song. But somehow this is slightly worse. The title actually makes it sound like a parody of One Direction. There’s only so long they can continually churn out the same product, and Simon Cowell knows that, which is why they have been omnipresent for the last 18 months. They're striking while the iron is hot as often as possible.

A quick question for the One Direction fans who will likely comment underneath via the medium of death threats (as they often do on twitter); do you know who Leif Garrett is? In the late 70s he was in the teen idol position that One Direction are currently in. Look how stupid he looks...