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- <title>
- Jun. 13, 1994: Music:Spike Up the Band
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Jun. 13, 1994 Korean Conflict
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/MUSIC, Page 76
- Spike Up the Band
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- <body>
- <p> Fifty years after he demolished pop hits by orchestrating them
- for tubas, kazoos and pie pans, Spike Jones is again the rage
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <p> No one in pop music seems to have fun any more. Rapsters, grunge
- artists, even balladeers--their faces are all contorted into
- an Edvard Munch shriek, as if they were slaves to the agony
- of art. Hardly anyone wants to be an entertainer.
- </p>
- <p> The world needs Spike Jones, the 1940s bandleader with a Dead
- End Kid's mug and a wardrobe of cacophonous checks and plaids.
- Jones had fun with music. He took a sedate standard like Laura
- or Chloe, played it straight for a minute and then revved it
- up double-time and orchestrated it for tuba, kazoo and other
- instruments that mimic indiscreet bodily functions. Then he
- set this raucous pastiche to a junkyard syncopation of washboards,
- cap pistols, Klaxon and bicycle horns, pie pans and garbage
- cans--augmented by bird whistles, brays and tag lines from
- radio ads ("Super Suds!" "Bromo Seltzer!" "Beeeeee Ohhhhhh!")--until the whole thing sounded the way Fibber McGee's closet
- clattered, the way a Tex Avery cartoon looks, the way Bart Simpson's
- mind works.
- </p>
- <p> From the day in late 1942 when Spike Jones & His City Slickers
- stormed the charts with Der Feuhrer's Face, they were the official
- naughty boys of music. They slowed down when Musicians Union
- boss James V. Petrillo imposed a two-year ban on union members'
- making records, but they hit the top spot in late '44, when
- their impudent version of Cocktails for Two sold two million
- records. Four years later, the holiday jape All I Want for Christmas
- (My Two Front Teeth) sold 1.5 million copies in six weeks. Jones
- cinched his renown with a high-rated radio show and an exhaustive
- skein of one-night stands. Chester Gould and Al Kapp put him
- into their comic strips. Movies and TV beckoned. For a decade,
- Lindley Armstrong Jones was the maestro satirist of the Hit
- Parade--and a crucial influence on such musicaliconoclasts
- as Stan Freberg, Ernie Kovacs, Tom Lehrer and Frank Zappa.
- </p>
- <p> That was then, and it's now too. Jones is again the cult rage.
- Jordan R. Young's carefully researched biography Spike Jones:
- The Man Who Murdered Music (Past Times Publishing; 00 pages;
- $0.00) is making its own noise in book stores. Rhino Records
- has issued The Spike Jones Anthology, a handsome, 40-song dose
- of the band's top tunes, including the chirping, barking, cackling
- Love in Bloom and the magnificent Hawaiian War Chant, which
- climaxes with a wail of electric-guitar dissonance that predates
- Jimi Hendrix by 20 years. A quirkier collection--Spiked!,
- on Catalyst--has some prime oddities, notably a suave, six-part
- ribbing of The Nutcracker Suite (1945), which must count as
- one of the earliest "concept albums."
- </p>
- <p> Spiked! arrives with a cultural pedigree: cover art by Art (Maus)
- Spiegelman and liner notes by author-recluse Thomas (Gravity's
- Rainbow) Pynchon. "Yet there remains about Spike's work what
- is sometimes an almost uncomfortable complexity," proclaims
- Pynchon, later anointing Jones as "a conceptual artist with
- a head for business." One would like to drag semiology in here
- too, for the Slickers never saw a text they couldn't subvert.
- But Jones' tactic was not deconstruction so much as demolition.
- His long-touring Musical Depreciation Revue was a frontal assault
- on sonic propriety. Even his nickname was an action verb, pithily
- expressing what the man did to music. He drove it into the ground,
- he impaled it on a drumstick, he laced it with aural rotgut,
- he deleted it from all genteel associations. He spiked it.
- </p>
- <p> Jones was born in 1911 in Long Beach, California. His father
- worked in a railroad depot, and train whistles, station bells
- and telegraph keys set the tone for Jones' sound. By his early
- 20s Jones had already formed several bands, but he paid the
- rent with studio sessions. As a drummer he backed Bing Crosby
- on the original recording of White Christmas, Fred Astaire on
- I Ain't Hep to That Step But I'll Dig It. Assembling the Slickin
- 1941 Jones scrounged club dates until he found a song (destined
- for a Disney cartoon) that gave the raspberry to Hitler. Thus
- began the Feuhrer furor.
- </p>
- <p> Some stars emerged from the band, including monologist Doodles
- Weaver (Sigourney's dad) and clarinetist Mickey Katz (Joel Grey's
- dad). Trumpeter George Rock also did baby voices and Woody Woodpecker
- noises. One guy was hired simply because he could belch a perfect
- E flat. But being one of the Jones boys required more than a
- facility for rudeness. It demanded ace musicianship to tackle,
- and then mangle, every musical genre from Dixieland to country
- to klezmer to big band--and Bizet, Liszt, Brahms and the other
- classical composers whom Spike insulted so deftly.
- </p>
- <p> How innocent it all sounds now. And how precious, in a musical
- age that has no room for a modern Spike Jones, because the amiable
- conventions of mainstream culture--the object of his burlesque--have long since vanished. The new Spike CDs are a welcome
- reminder of a time when pop music was so demure and so universal
- in its appeal that a daredevil insider could give it the razz.
- </p>
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