Sunday, 3 August 2014

178 Hello Marc Bolan* - Debora


(* as  part  of   Tyrannosaurus  Rex )

Chart  entered :  8  May  1968

Chart  peak : 34  ( 7  on  reissue  in  1972 )

Number  of  hits : 26

Well  this  one's  taken  me  by  surprise. I  knew  it  was  a  big  hit  on  reissue  in  the  early  seventies  but  hadn't  realised  it  made  the  charts  first  time  round. As  it  is, it's  probably  the  first  hit  ( certainly here ) to  owe  some  of  its  success  to  the  still-infant  Radio  One , more  specifically  it's  most  left field  DJ, John  Peel.

Mark  Feld  was born  in  London  in  1947  to  a  Jewish  father  and  Christian  mother. As  previously mentioned  he  was  in  a  band  at  school  with  Helen  Shapiro. He  was  expelled  from  school   at  15   and  became  a  male  model , a  face  for  the  burgeoning  mod  scene. He  changed  his  name  to  Toby Tyler. In  1964  he  moved  in  with  gay  photograher  Allan  Warren  who  became  his  manager. Warren arranged  his  first  recording  session  which  came  to  nothing  and  Warren  later  sold  his  contract  to  his landlord  in  lieu  of  back  rent.  Whatever  he  thought  he  could  do  with  it  at  the  time  the  landlord ripped  it  up  when  berated  by  Marc's  mother  leaving  Marc  free  to  sign  with  Decca  in  1965  under his  new  name  Marc  Bolan  ( apparently  a  contraction  of  Bob  Dylan ).

His  first  single  was  released  in  1965. "The  Wizard"   was  part  of  a  fantasy  inspired  by  a  weekend  in  Paris  with  an  actor  friend  Riggs  O'Hara  and  the  single  came  out  with  a  nonsense  press  release  about  magic  cats  and  the  god  Pan. It  was  recorded  with  the  Ladybirds  ( shortly  before  their  12-year  gig  as  part  of  the  Top  Of  The  Pops  house  band  started )  although  their  presence  is  hard  to  detect  ( perhaps  a  bit  of  cooing  on  the  fade-out ). It  certainly  sounded  like  nothing  else  around  at  the  time  with  its  stomping  Motown  beat, Marc's  feline  whine  and  sparing  Eastern  touches  supplied  by  arranger  Mike  Leander. Despite  a  fair  bit  of  media  attention  it  failed  probably  due to  its  brevity  ( barely  over  the  90  second  mark )  and  lack  of  any  chorus.

Although  Marc's  deal  with  Decca  was  for  one  single  only, they  did  give  him  another  shot  and  "The Third  Degree"  was  released  in  May 1966. What's  most  striking  about  it  is  how  quickly  all  the mystical  stuff  has  been  put  aside  as  Marc  bemoans  the  reaction  to  "The  Wizard" - "I  am  too  much to  take  in, they  only  say  that  I  am  faking"  set  to  a  spiky  circular  riff   pre-dating  Credence Clearwater  Revival.  Amped-up  a  bit  it  would  sit  easily  alongside  his  early  70s  material.  Despite some  support  from  pirate  radio  it  was  another  flop.

Always  single-minded  in  his  pursuit  of  fame , Marc's  response  was  to  find  new  friends  and  he  approached  the  Yardbirds'  manager  Simon  Napier-Bell. Napier-Bell  was  impressed , arranged  a  deal  with  Parlophone  and  produced  his  third  single  "Hippy  Gumbo"  released  in  November  1966.  This  bizarre  nursery  rhyme  with  Marc  accompanied  only  by  his  de-tuned  acoustic  guitar  and  stretching  his  vibrato  to  the  edge  of  tolerance  was  his  most  extreme  record  yet. It  actually  sounds  a  lot  like  miserable  US  folkie  Richie  Havens  although  I'm  not  sure  Marc  would  have  heard  him  at  this  point.

When  it  failed  Napier-Bell  put  a  new  proposition  to  Marc. He  had  another  group on  his  books  John's  Children, a  band  of  pretty  boys  of  limited  musical  ability  and  suggested  that  Marc  join  as  their  guitarist, second  vocalist  and  songwriter. Aware  that  the  band  were  beginning  to  draw  attention  through  their  outrageous  stage  act,  Marc  agreed  although  he  probably  never  intended  to  stay  very  long.  His  tenure  was  short  but  eventful. In  April  they  appeared  at  the  14  Hour  Technicolour  Dream  Concert  at  Alexandra  Palace  alongside  Pink  Floyd. His  song  "Desdemona"  released  in  May  1967  with   its  hook  line  of  "lift  up  your  skirts  and  fly"  and  hints  of  rude  goings-on  in  Paris  was  banned  by  the  BBC  although  whether  its  tuneless  garage  rock  would  have  got  much  airplay  anyway  is  open  to  question. The  band  went  on  to  support  The  Who  but  were  kicked  off  the  tour  for  causing  too  much  damage  on  stage. They  recorded  another  single  "Midsummer  Night  Scene"  in  June  1967  but  it  was  withdrawn  when  Marc  decided  to  quit  the  band  making  it  one  of  the  most  collectible  items  in  British  pop. Heavily  influenced  by  Pink  Floyd  ( it's  certainly  arguable  that  Marc could  not  have  made  the  same  impact  had  Syd  been  able  to  hold  it  together ) it's  even  weirder than  its  predecessors  with  the  changing  time  signatures  and  atonal  howling  of  the  latter  half anticipating  prog. Marc's  departure  seems  to  have  been  anticipated  and  accepted  with  good  grace. Napier-Bell  continued  to  be  his  manager  and  John's  Children  recorded   some  of  his  songs  after  his departure.

Marc  put  an  ad  in  Melody  Maker  seeking  a  guitarist, bassist  and  drummer  but  ended  up  with  just  a  percussionist, Steve  Porter. Accounts  differ  as  to  how  this  came  about. A  BBC  documentary  suggested  the  inspiration  came  from  Marc  attending  a  Ravi  Shankar  concert  where  all  the  performers  were  seated  but  Rob  Chapman  asserts  that  Track  Records  re-possessed  all  the  electric  instruments  and  drum  kit  when  he  left  John's  Children  leaving  Marc  with  little  alternative  to  forming  an  acoustic  duo.

Porter,  a  fully-fledged,  acid-fried  hippie  wanted  to  be  known  as  Peregrin  Took  after  the  impulsive young  hobbit  in  Lord  Of  The  Rings. This  marks  the  moment  when  the  cult  of  Tolkien  broke  out   of  American  sci-fi  fandom  which  had  nurtured  it  since  the  early  sixties  and  went  overground, much to  the  disgust  of  the  ageing  author. Marc  hadn't  actually  read  the  book, being  dyslexic  he  relied  on his  wife  June  to  acquaint  him  with  the  hippies'  literary  preoccupations.

Tyrannosaurus  Rex  had  barely  formed  when  their  own  Gandalf  arrived  on  the  scene.  After  returning  from  America, John  Peel  had  found  work  as  a  disc  jockey  for  pirate  station  Radio  London  and  columnist  for  underground  newspaper  International  Times. Peel  had  played  "Desdemona"  on  his  Perfumed  Garden  show  and  tracked  down  its  writer's  earlier  singles. When  he  played  them  on  his  penultimate  show  on  Aug 8th  1967  Marc  mailed  him  an  acetate  of  two  demos  he'd  been  working on. Peel  aired  them  the  following  week  just  before  the  Marine  Offences  Act  shut  down  Radio  London  and  expressed  a  wish " to  meet  him  and  find  out  where  that  strange  voice  comes  from".

This  was  soon  arranged  and  Peel  became  the  band's  champion as  well  as  a  personal  friend, helped  by  their  respective  wives'  friendship. Peel  already  had  a  student  audience  who  would  turn  out  to  see  him  DJ  in  person  and  he  made  a  support  set  from  the  band  a  condition  of  his  bookings. His  manager  Clive  Selwood  didn't  like  them  and  claims  that  some  social  secretaries  told  him  "next  time  don't  bring  Larry  the  Lamb"  but  Peel  was  unwavering  in  his  support.  He  played  them  on  his  new  Radio  One  show  Top  Gear  despite  his  producer's  hostility  and  called  for  them  to  be  signed  in   International  Times.  Marc  got  another  big  break  when  one  of  the  gigs  was  witnessed  by  young  American  producer  Tony  Visconti  who  offered  to  work  with  them.

The  band  soon  had  a  record  deal  with  Regal  Zonophone  and  "Deborah" produced  by  Visconti  was  their  first  single. I  have  to  admit  I  hate  it.  Marc's  acoustic  guitar  work  is  nice  enough  but  the  endless,  meaningless  mantra  "Dug  and  redug"  set  to  Took's  galloping  bongos  and occasionally  interrupted  for  a  relatively  palatable  snatch  of  verse, sets  my  teeth  on  edge. It  might  sound  great  after  a  bong  or  two  but  stone  cold  sober  it's  grating. Nevertheless  the  radio  exposure  and  hard  gigging  got  it  a  foothold  in  the  charts. That  the  singer  would   go on  to  become  the  first  big  star  of  the  next  decade  still  seemed  unlikely  but  these  were  strange  times.


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