Maybe my memory is fuzzy, but I think that as I entered the world of Top 40 radio back in the late 1960’s, there was a rule, probably written in some program director’s SOP (standard operating procedure) that the rotation of hit songs would not include two female singers back-to-back. That is, a Joni Mitchell hit wouldn’t be played immediately before or after a song by Petula Clark, Carole King, or Mama Cass, unless Cass was singing with the Mamas and the Papas, in which case that would be considered a “group,” and groups could follow groups, and male singers could follow male singers (nothing wrong with Elvis following Tommy Roe or Otis Redding). But at least one program director I knew didn’t allow back-to-back female singers on his air. (Does anyone else remember this? Or, am I making it up?)
Anyway, I had the freedom to break all kinds of rules since my program “Celebration Rock” was considered both a public service show and a “special” where the station’s normal sound could be suspended for the hour. (I was smart enough to know that on a Top 40 station bluegrass, jazz, and the New York Philharmonic would be out of sync with what the listeners expected to hear. But I did gain enough credibility to bend the format here and there, with one show called “Jazz Goes to Church” and another featuring the “high country” sound of my friends Meisberg and Walters.)
Finally, we come to the “therefore.” Therefore (see?), I played female artists back-to-back whenever it fit my thematic content. I also devoted whole programs to women like Judy Collins, Phoebe Snow, Carole King, Grace Slick, Suzanne Vega, and Melissa Manchester. Nearly every time Carole King released a new album, I bought it, listened intently, wrote down ideas, and eventually wrote a script of meditations to tie the songs together. Even when her music didn’t reach the heights of the pop charts, I found her poetry, her spirit, and her social conscience inspiring. “Rolling Stone” would pan an album, and I’d ignore the reviewer and play almost every song on CR. I see Carole King on TV nowadays, performing with her daughter, and I am still a solid fan. From “Tapestry” to “Simple Things,” to “City Streets” and way beyond, I have admired her elan and her energy. Two songs come to mind that I played on more shows than I can count: “One” and “I Think I Can Hear You.” The former is a celebration of all that one person can do and be, but also the oneness of all those ones who form a community. To wit:
It just amazes me that I can be
Part of the energy it takes to serve each other
And I wonder what am I gonna do
What can one do
Except be one
Each of us is one–all of us are one
We are one
Imagine, a song that sings of using our energy to serve each other. Sounds like Jesus.
“I Think I Can Hear You” is a psalm-like prayer (or a prayer-like psalm?) that sounds like an agnostic’s faith-filled prayer. The closing words are:
Even when I thought I didn’t believe
You believed in me
And everyone is a part of you
And anyone can know you
All they’ve got to do is be
I’m listening, and I think I can hear you.
I once played several cuts from the “Bread and Roses” album of Judy Collins, and used the title cut as the theme for a worship service I led at the chapel of the Presbyterian School of Christian Education in Richmond. I made sure there was the yeasty aroma of fresh bread to permeate the worship space, and roses to add some visual beauty. An on-line search of the lyrics will reveal a song of revolution and liberation.
I was surprised to find a Grace Slick program in my tape collection a couple of years ago. I had forgotten about that show, but script and music came together well. The Suzanne Vega “Solitude Standing” program featured a meditation on her song about child abuse: “Luka.” Unfortunately, I had misunderstood the lyric and hadn’t yet heard that the song was about a child named Luka, and my meditation was written from the point of view of someone who ran into a bruised woman named Luka at the mailboxes in the lobby of an apartment house. While my take on the song was not on target, my meditation on physical abuse still turned out to be helpful to listeners. The fact that such a song could be a hit amidst so many silly love songs and inane lyrics offered hope that musicians could still communicate from the heart with a prophetic voice.
One of my favorite CR shows featured Melissa Manchester. The program strayed from the purely “rock” vein, but she had several hits that led to album cuts well worth featuring. For every “Don’t Cry Out Loud” there were ten other songs that inspired some reflection. “Through the Eyes of Grace” for example told the story of Grace and John at the breakfast table. I picture John’s face buried in the sports section of the paper, while Grace is pleading silently, “Look across the table, Johnny…look across the table to me.” Grace still had the heart of a young woman, even after enough years of marriage that their kids had grown up and away. In the early 1980’s I was the keynote speaker for the three Montreat Youth Conferences sponsored by the Presbyterian Church, and my plenary presentation one morning featured Dee Koza interpreting the lyric of “Through the Eyes of Grace” through dance. We placed a guy at a big table, newspaper in hand, while Dee used her ballet-like movements to show Grace’s yearning for love and life in the midst of a waning marriage. Dee was as magnificent as the song was powerful.
Over the years I paid close attention to the voices and stories of women of song. Those woman featured on “Celebration Rock” were far more than mere show biz personalities followed by paparazzi. They used their God-given talents to move us, enlighten us, inspire us, and change us.
A major regret, though, was that through all those years, I never got to interview Carole King or Melissa Manchester. I did get to see Ms. Manchester on “The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson” at the NBC studios in Burbank. I was in the audience that night and I swear she looked directly at me as she sang “Don’t Cry Out Loud.” Of course, every other guy there could say the same thing.
I mentioned psalms and prayers in regard to rock music. That needs some further reflection, so that’s the next topic.