Television star and businessman Dick Clark died earlier this month.
Here are the parts of Mr. Clark’s obit that I liked the most—
“I never took any money to play records,” Mr. Clark said in his 1999 Archive of American Television interview. “I made money other ways. Horizontally, vertically, every which way you can think of, I made money from that show.” Over half a century, Mr. Clark made millions as a producer or executive producer, shepherding projects onto the airwaves that even he acknowledged were more diverting than ennobling: awards shows like the Golden Globes, the Academy of Country Music Awards and the American Music Awards; omnibus shows like “TV’s Bloopers & Practical Jokes,” featuring collections of clips; and television-movie biographies and dramas that targeted devotees of camp, kitsch or B-list celebrities…..Mr. Clark wasn’t high-minded about his work. “I’ve always dealt with light, frivolous things that didn’t really count; I’m not ashamed of that,” he said during a 1999 interview for the Archive of American Television. “There’s no redeeming cultural value whatsoever to ‘Bloopers,’ but it’s been on for 20 years.” He added: “It’s a piece of fluff. I’ve been a fluffmeister for a long time.”
There is a lot to be said for a performer who can remain on the public stage for a long time.
There is a lot to be said for a showperson who just wants to make a buck and who has the talent to do so without hurting anybody.
Don’t trust anybody who is not a huckster to some degree.
Above is a video of an appearance of Johnny Lydon and Public Image Limited on Dick Clark’s American Bandstand in 1980.
P.I.L. “plays” 2 songs from the album Second Edition in this clip. It is some fine television.
Second Edition is a great recording. I’ve been listening to it for 30 years now.
To mark the Fourth of July, I’ve posted a video of some of my favorite British Subjects.
It’s a video of Public Image Limited’s Public Image from 1980.
It’s a hell of a song.
I’m posting this video in honor of my separatist ancestors who came to Massachusetts from England in the 17th century.
I’m posting it for my fellow aging punk rockers.
I’m posting this video for everybody who gets the idea of being both separatist and community-minded at the same time
And I’m posting it for everyone who gets and welcomes the conservatism inherent in this dual outlook, in a nation where unchecked individual autonomy is a religion of the elite and of many of your so-called educated people.
Here is information about the biggest punk rock blast in the nation for 2009. It will be held in Newport, Kentucky, just across the river from Cincinnati, on August 15. I will be the host of this event.
Anyone part of a midwestern hardcore punk scene in the 1980′s was lucky. I was lucky in this regard. Cincinnati, Ohio had a great scene.
(I’ve wondered sometimes what kind of scene Houston had. Click here for a link to Houston Punk Archives. )
In reverse order, here are six of my best punk moments and accomplishments.
6. Watching The People’s Court and spending the day with San Francisco hardcore band Fang when I was 17.
This would have been 1984. It was one of my first punk encounters. Sammy from Fang later went to jail for manslaughter—And I’m not sure how benign he seemed the day I spent with him and the band.
But it sure was fun.
Later that night, Sammy got sick from a mix of White Castle hamburgers and whatever else he may have ingested. He threw up on stage. However, he finished the show as would any true performer.
5. Being included in the lyrics of the Cincinnati classic punk song Newport Gestapo by The Edge .
The song title referred to the Newport, Kentucky police department. Newport, across the Ohio River from Cincinnati, was where our best local club, The Jockey Club, was located.
In the song I arrested by Newport police in a raid of the club. The Jockey Club was indeed raided, though I was never arrested.
4. Anytime I was in Newport’s The Jockey Club.
It was always a blast. Click here for a great website dedicated to a great punk club.
3. The night the Sex Pistols’ Johnny Rotten spoke a few words to me.
Public Image Limited played one night at a club Bogarts in Cincinnati. I knew the manager of the club. He let me work “security” for a few shows I wanted to see. I’d get maybe 50 bucks and some beer and pizza.
At the P.I.L show, my job was to stand in between the stage and the wooden barrier built just to protect Johnny Rotten. I was supposed to be looking out at the crowd. Instead, of course, I watched the show. Mr. Rotten saw me looking at him instead of the audience. He locked eyes with me and said, ”Get back to work.”
That’s my Johnny Rotten story.
The Nevada skate band spend a night or two at the home of a friend. We all hung around. If you have the record, I’m the Hockeypunk on the liner notes.
That was me—the Hockeypunk. I’d take a hockey stick to shows sometimes. Everybody needs a gimmick. I felt that way as a kid and I feel that way today.
1. Easily–My three years on Cincinnati’s best ever punk radio show “Search and Destroy” broadcast weekly on WAIF 88.3 FM.
I’m forever in the debt of Handsome Clem Carpenter for having me as co-host. It was great being the Hockeypunk and it was always fun to have someone come up to me on the street and say they had a tape of the show.
We were “All punk rock all the time” for three hours a week.