Rock Scene (January 1975)

We’ve already established in a previous post here that Rock Scene was by no means a fanzine of the sort we’re typically going on about here. A more rigid editor might require us to strike any discussion of it from the site. But since I’m the editor, here we are: Rock Scene Volume 3, Number 1 from January 1975, with Roxy Music on the cover, no less. Big in Cleveland.

The magazine’s editor Richard Robinson – who looks a tad like Gary Numan in his photo – says in his intro thing that, vis-a-vis rock and roll at the dawn of 1975, “There’s a lot happening, but it’s just repeats, no matter how good it is. You’ll find hints of what’s new in Rock Scene; unfortunately it’s just hints. The truth is that it’s up to you to get these new rock scenes underway”. How frustrating, right? I can totally feel the malaise in the three-dot gossip column about Yes, Focus, Burton Cummings and Chicago – although “Our spies report that they’ve seen Lou Reed sporting white hair” and that “overseas fans will soon have a chance to hear the King Biscuit Flower Hour as overseas syndication is in the works”. I totally remember this show, and hadn’t thought of it in a great while. It was a late-night FM rock staple with live concerts from American AOR/FM staples. The people took what they could get in the late 70s.

And yet – I don’t think they actually had it all that bad, really. I have gathered a few issues of Rock Scene in my time – which was decidedly not its time – and have found it to be both information- and visual-packed. Candid photos, usually from parties, were among its specialties. Some of these are quite baffling: there’s a picture of Sha-Na-Na’s Bowzer with Keith Moon; a photo of a roller derby competition with the caption “Roller Derby: something new on the rock scene”; and a photograph of a sculpture of Black Oak ArkansasJim Dandy riding a horse naked whilst holding a tambourine. Apparently the band tried to get the British Museum to take the sculpture, and were rejected. Weird.

After a Suzi Quatro interview, there’s a goofy photo spread called “Suzi Q. Judges a Dance Contest”, with this nauseating accompanying text: “The big day finally came when Suzi Quatro and Co. arrived in Hollywood! Waiting breathlessly for her at the airport with his lookalike hairdo, Suzi Q. t-shirt and posters for her to autograph was none other than Rodney Bingenheimer! (sic). After many welcoming kisses, roses, and more than a few tears of joy – Rodney whisked Miss Teenage Daydream off to his disco on the Sunset Strip – to judge a dance contest (cute?) and meet some Hollywood, er, scenemakers”. Get off the air, Rodney!!

The “Ask Doc Rock” column has a question about 8-track bootleg tapes (wow), and another question about how to see the skull on the cover of the Velvet Underground’s White Light White Heat. This is followed by a “Roxy Run-Down” with a piece on each band member, and Lance Loud’s column “Tid Bits from the Diamond Doggiebag”, about Bowie, Bryan Ferry and David Johanson and Jimmy Page all partying at Club 82 – but not together – along with various gossip on Van Dyke Parks, Jobriath and Sparks

Other photo spreads are of David Johanson and Cyrinda Foxe at home, in a typical ultra-tiny NYC apartment for two; and some great snaps of McKenzie Phillips partying her ass off with Mick Jagger. There’s lots of Bowie; rock stars’ cars; “Eno Cruises the Big Apple”; and photos from the nascent stirrings of the New York rock underground. I love the really early photo of Patti Smith playing live (her debut 45 Hey Joe/Piss Factory has just dropped), along with photos of the Harlots of 42nd Street and Teenage Lust. I mean, I can go on and on here to continue painting the picture: there’s a “Dear Wayne (County)” advice column; an insufferable Kim Fowley column in which he pretends to interview himself; a piece on Brownsville Station by Lenny Kaye; and Rock Scene’s London report from Linda Merinoff, with some super syrupy gossip about Nico being exceptionally difficult and surly and badmouthing everyone she plays with except Brian Eno.

These mags are usually no more than $15 a pop online if you’re discriminating in who you buy from, and worth every cent for the innumerable reasons mentioned herewith.

Beetle (October 1974)

I get it – we’re really stretching the concept of “fanzine” here, as this is a full-fledged rock magazine from 1974, something found on what we once called the newsstand. Perhaps at the grocery store magazine rack. If it’s any consolation, I won’t be tackling any Creem, Circus or Hit Parader here – but the Canadian publication Beetle gives me an excuse to talk about Roxy Music, and I’m always happy to converse about Roxy Music.

Maybe we ought to get a handle on Beetle first, though. While you can find plenty of back issues for sale on eBay, I’m not really coming up with much about it on the broader world wide web, so we’ll have to go with what we have here, the only issue owned by Fanzine Hemorrhage. It’s October 1974 – widely and quite rightly considered one of the proverbial low points in rock n roll history. There are features on Chuck Mangione, a young and not-yet-famous Billy Joel and Brownsville Station (“Smokin’ in the Boy’s Room” – one of the first rock songs I ever heard). There are excited reviews of The Bee Gees, Earth Wind & Fire and Chicago, whose singer is pictured wearing a Black Hawks jersey. Original six, baby!

Yet there is quality music worth paying attention to, and at least someone at Beetle knows about it. Apparently the New York Dolls took a beating in the most recent issue, and the letters section roundly takes them to task for it. They review Too Much Too Soon and call it “truly fine raunch”, which I guess in hindsight seems a little off, because that record was some serious “sophomore slump” if there ever was such a thing, right? While the staff at Beetle gripe in several places about the Canadian content laws that mean that their radio stations are clogged with Canadian rock garbage, they are homers to some extent: “Mahogany Rush, a heavy Hendrixian trio from Montreal, are soon to be one of the better known Canadian bands in the U.S. So how come they’re unheard of in Canada?”

This reminds me of the time I was reading the morning newspaper when I was on a work trip in Toronto, the day after the academy awards. There were two screaming headlines on the front page – one about the winner of that year’s Best Picture, and an even larger one in which there was a big story about Canadian Sarah Polley not winning “Best Adapted Screenplay”. I can understand it, though. I’ve always been part of the all-encompassing American monoculture that swallows everything, and it was nice to maybe see things from the perspective of someone from Flin Flon or Moose Jaw.

Speaking of film, there’s a laudatory long review of Peter Bogdonovich’s Daisy Miller, which is something that was “quite rare” in those days. But what excites me the most here is the big piece on Roxy Music, including a strange interview with Bryan Ferry that’s threaded in. When I was still obsessively listening to Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 in the mid/late 1970s, I heard a show he did, more like a half-day special, in which he played a ton of the previous hits of the 1970s. I had just become acquainted with “Love is the Drug” around that time, and loved it, but had never heard anything else from Roxy – and Casey Kasem, of all people, busted out “The Thrill of It All” on this program. Life changer.

I immediately bought Roxy Music’s Greatest Hits, this 1977 American album you see here that never really got repressed in the US or UK afterward – this was probably 1980. I played that thing to death, and honestly even now I think it’s a perfect record. Culling the best of Roxy Music into one LP, and actually choosing the best is no easy feat, even if it doesn’t contain “Remake/Remodel” or “In Every Dream Home a Heartache”. But it also doesn’t have any of that Flesh and Blood or Avalon crap, and I was really glad when I heard that stuff that I’d started here.

I was also kind of blown away when Casey played “The Thrill of It All” on an American Top 40 special. My impression at the time was that no one cared about Roxy Music in the USA at all, and that they had been more or less an underground band (granted, I was 12 years old at the time so I didn’t know anything about anything). Beetle, and obviously plenty of other extant rock music writing I’ve subsequently seen, showed that this was not really the case; there was a strong contingent of Roxy fans in the US; they were played on both AM hit radio and FM rock radio; and people did go to their shows here (and in Canada). They were just more beloved in their native England, unlike Mahogany Rush in their native Canada, I guess.