Tom Werman-This Week’s Podcast

Tom Werman produced hit albums for Cheap Trick, Motley Crue, Twisted Sister, Molly Hatchet, Ted Nugent and Poison and then chucked it all to run a B&B in the Berkshires! Listen to hear how Tom lived up to his parents’ expectations, even getting an MBA, before jumping ship for CBS Records and a legendary career in music.

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Satisfaction

It’s hard to overstate the impact of “Satisfaction,” technically known as “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,” but this was when labels were wary buyers would not be able to find the record they desired.

The British Invasion started with the Beatles, and the acts that followed in their footsteps…some were dark in image, the records could have an undercurrent of danger, but they were all shy of the line, “Satisfaction” crossed it.

Many claim “Between the Buttons” deserves to be seen as an entire LP, of a piece, but the truth is the Rolling Stones did not truly begin their album run until “Beggars Banquet,” although they tried with its predecessor, the unjustly maligned “Their Satanic Majesties Request.” “Beggars Banquet” got stellar reviews, and was aided by the initial and definitive version of “Sympathy for the Devil,” as well as the legendary mostly in hindsight, but with less than universal impact “Street Fighting Man.” “Let it Bleed” turned the dial up to ten, it’s a definitive statement, the Stones have been touring on its nuggets ever since. But the Stones didn’t truly become a legendary album band until “Sticky Fingers,” “Brown Sugar” was ubiquitous and the album was a staple, in an era where it was about the collection as opposed to the single, but before this run…the band’s singles ruled. Sure, there were people who owned Stones albums, but you did not readily see them at your friends’ houses.

The Stones started in the U.S. with “Not Fade Away.” Unlike the Beatles, they didn’t wear suits, they were not lovable, but scruffy, and they didn’t write their initial singles, not that “Not Fade Away” was a hit in the States, it only reached #48 on the “Billboard” chart, which means it got far less than universal airplay. But then came the original “Tell Me,” a ballad, with dark undertones, that was anything but dangerous, other than in its underlying sexual tension. But “Tell Me” only made it to #24.

Then there was another cover, of Bobby Womack’s “It’s All Over Now,” only possibly superseded as the definitive version by Rod Stewart’s take on “Gasoline Alley.” “It’s All Over Now” made it to #26, which was very good for a cover. But the Stones didn’t hit the Top Ten until they covered the Ragavoy/Norman song “Time is On My Side,” and it soon superseded the Irma Thomas’s version to become the definitive rendition in the mind of the audience, the song is forever associated with the Stones.

The Stones wrote their next successful cut, “Heart of Stone,” but this too was a ballad, most people were unaware of the explosive energy of the band, but then came “The Last Time” with Brian Jones’s indelible riff. At this time we all had guitars, and this was easy to play, and we all did, the sound was ethereal, and dark, but with a ray of hope if you were a fan, Stones fans were outsiders, not like the insiders in the Beatles camp…and then came “Satisfaction.”

The Stones were part of the firmament, they were not one or two hit wonders like so many of the acts, be it from the U.K. or U.S., but they were still a sideshow, they weren’t the main event, never mind not being anointed the World’s Greatest Rock and Roll Band.

“Satisfaction” was made for the radio, back when people did not buy albums previously unheard, when the airwaves were the primary method of exposure, and we were all addicted, it was akin to sports, we followed the countdown, the younger generation, our generation, had taken over the radio from our predecessors, we’d squeezed out all the antiques, and it started with the Beatles but we were not prepared for “Satisfaction.”

It was the riff. We were aware of distortion from “I Feel Fine,” but the sound of this guitar was beyond that, it was like a spike in your eye, unfiltered, the Stones were no longer holding back, they were being themselves, no holds barred…AND WE LOVED IT!

And, this was in an era when if something was a hit, it was played incessantly, and there was no way you could sit quietly when it came over the radio, you were squirming in your seat, you were pounding the dashboard, “Satisfaction” was a drug we were all instantly hooked on, and we were never going back to our safe, ignorant ways, as a matter of fact, without “Satisfaction” you get no Hendrix, no Cream, none of the album acts that emerged in the latter part of the decade who operated without limits, unafraid of blowback by the arbiters of yore.

Keith Richards, occasionally labeled “Richard” at the time, says the riff came to him in a dream, and the truth is your best creative work is done when you’re not paying attention, when you’re not working, when your mind is elsewhere, asleep, in the shower, when your mind is a blank slate and ideas can penetrate and percolate.

The truth is I’ve never heard Keith play this riff properly live. The last tour it was closest, but the truth is it’s more than the sound, it’s the rhythm, it’s just not a run of notes, there’s the sustain in the middle, the swing, that was the key to the track, that’s what was embedded in your brain, that’s what you needed to hear like a junkie needs his dope, it was distorted yet pure, it bended both body and brain.

And then came Mick.

At this point we did not know he went to the London School of Economics, this was long before he hung with the glitterati, prior to this point he was just another singer, who was not classically beautiful, and this was before he danced like a ballerina on stage, he’d hold on to the mic and spit the lyrics and even if you were on his side you were on guard, because he really MEANT IT!

“I can’t get no satisfaction”

This was revolutionary, this was the essence of the youthquake, we were not satisfied, we’d been told to obey since birth but we weren’t taking it anymore, WE WANTED MORE!

And we had disposable time and disposable income, we could contemplate whether we were having a good time, and that’s what we wanted. We were trying, and trying and trying.

“When I’m driving in my car

And a man comes on the radio

He’s telling me more and more

About some useless information

Supposed to fire my imagination”

They weren’t buying it. I hate to say it, but it’s kind of like Trump, the Stones and the generation they lifted into the future didn’t care about norms, they were speaking English, and we all knew the truth. Polite society…you hold back, you behave a certain way, and even though everyday discourse is more base today, the truth is as you climb the social ladder you conform, it’s one of the things I hate about the modern music business, the wearing of suits by executives, the Stones PAVED THE WAY FOR US NOT TO WEAR SUITS! Sure, the Beatles opened the door, but the Stones came out with dynamite to blow the entire edifice to high heaven, so we could start over, doing it the way we wanted to.

“When I’m watching my TV

And a man comes on and tells me

How white my shirts can be

Well he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke

The same cigarettes as me”

TV was the internet of its day. Our parents labeled it the “Idiot Box,” but we were addicted. We’d gone from the “Mickey Mouse Club” to “Bonanza,” from black and white to color, to developing sexuality, and it was all powered by commercials in an era before clickers, i.e. remotes. And now the Stones were biting the hand that fed them, the whole enterprise was based on commercials, not only TV, but radio, newspapers too, kind of like we pay for the internet through our information fed to cookies today, and we hate that too.

“When I’m riding ’round the world

And I’m doing this and I’m signing that

And I’m trying to make some girl

Who tells me baby, baby come back, maybe next week

‘Cause you see I’m on a losing streak”

This was when they were inventing the rock star paradigm, musicians who lived without rules, who were as rich as anybody in the world and behaved however they wanted to, carousing all over the world getting laid all the while. WHEW!

Sure, the pill started the sexual revolution. But the truth is everybody wanted to model their lives on the rock stars, they wanted that experience, which is why they flooded concert venues, which is why so much mazuma was being generated.

But even if you had it all, you still couldn’t be satisfied. Despite being a rock star, Jagger couldn’t get laid, at least by the person he desired. As David Lee Roth ultimately said, being a rock star means you can get laid every night, but not necessarily by the person you want to get laid by.

Meanwhile, it’s summer. Most people were not working, they were not old enough, they were addicted to the radio. And unlike today, with boomers trying to hold on to control, our elders, the so-called “Greatest Generation,” not that I buy that, threw their arms up in the air and surrendered. I’m not saying they did not try to exert any influence, tell girls to wear their skirts over the knee, boys hair above the ears, but the truth was once you walked out the front door you could do what you wanted to.

And this was when a hit was a hit. Not like today, when half of America is unaware of #1, never mind having not even heard it. Everybody knew “Satisfaction,” because the entire younger generation was addicted to the radio and since the baby boomers represented the largest bulge of the population their music, this revolutionary music, was blasted from public address systems, speakers everywhere, I remember getting off the monorail at the New York World’s Fair just before midnight and hearing “Satisfaction” over the sound system, and with so few people around at that time, it was the soundtrack of the entire fairgrounds.

And with this giant success under their belts, the Stones continued to push the envelope. Next came “Get Off of My Cloud,” with a similar message as “Satisfaction,” but delivered even more self-satisfiedly.

And then the band was truly on a roll, there was no governor on the engine, there was “19th Nervous Breakdown,” “Paint It Black,” “Mother’s Little Helper,” “Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow?,” “Let’s Spend the Night Together” and two hit ballads for leavening, “As Tears Go By” and “Ruby Tuesday,” enough hits that the Stones could fill out a greatest hits album, entitled “Big Hits (High Tide and Green Grass),” which was the first Stones album most people bought, but listening indoctrinated you, such that you were ready for the album run to come.

At this point, “Satisfaction” is almost seen as a parody, quaint, but it was anything but that back then, “Satisfaction” was a statement, a line in the sand, both musically and culturally, it was now our world, we were adults, we were getting drafted and shot, we no longer obeyed authority, we divined our own truth, we were looking for our own satisfaction.

To the point so many of us refused to jump through the hoops. We didn’t want dreary jobs, a paint-by-numbers future, we wanted to investigate, we wanted to experiment, we wanted to find ourselves. We were set free…to say we wanted different, we wanted more, and we were not gonna take less, we were always, continually, looking for SATISFACTION!

Gallows Pole

I bought “Led Zeppelin III” the day it came out. I overpaid for it, by a dollar, when a dollar used to be a dollar, at the Vermont Bookshop in downtown Middlebury, I trudged up the hill and broke the shrink-wrap, put the vinyl on the turntable and dropped the needle.

Of course, you can’t mention “Led Zeppelin III” without talking about the cover. Sure, there was the rotating wheel inside of it, but also there was a brass rivet holding it all together and that brass rivet dug into all the other copies of “Led Zeppelin III” in the bin, leaving an impression, and it did so in my record collection, as did the zipper from “Sticky Fingers,” so I placed a cardboard spacer between these records and my others to prevent future damage.

Talk about OCD.

It had been a complete year since “Led Zeppelin II,” one in which so many acts broke, when the radio was overflowing with music, such that when “Led Zeppelin III” was released people weren’t salivating in anticipation, waiting with bated breath, then again, maybe I couldn’t accurately take the temperature of the collective mind, I was residing in the middle of nowhere, in Vermont.

Where I couldn’t quite relate to the people.

You go to college, you’re thrown in with a whole new group, you do your best to make friends, but you wonder…are those you left behind closer to your identity/mentality? After all, I grew up fifty miles from New York City, many of the Middlebury students went to prep schools, which were their own little environments, detached from reality, or students were from the hinterlands, music meant something to nearly everybody, but not as much as it did to me, I needed “Led Zeppelin III” to root me, to connect me to who I once was, in the maelstrom, where I belonged.

I’d seen the band in August, at the Yale Bowl, it was raining, but the show went on, but not forever. They began with “The Immigrant Song,” when the sound was not perfect, when the song was new to the ears of the assembled multitude, and from there they seemed to punch the clock. It was kind of a letdown. I hate to tell you this, but bands usually save their best efforts for the metropoli, like New York and Los Angeles, when everybody is paying attention, when the press is in attendance, when their entire tour will be judged by this one performance. Used to be bands saved New York and L.A. for last, when they got the bugs ironed out, when their chops were up, but in the era of modern day tour routing oftentimes they begin in one of these two burgs and that’s always a mistake, but if you want to see the band at its best go see them where it matters, especially today, when bands get overall touring deals and go on endless slogs of over a hundred dates, sure they’re well paid, but can you imagine doing gig two or six and seeing an endless road of dates in front of you, how do you do it, it’s disheartening, in the old days this was not the case, there were endless one-nighters, but you had to go back to the studio to cut another LP, and before the Police went everywhere almost nobody did, you toured America and England and maybe did a few dates on the continent, but most American acts left Europe on the table, because it was hard to emerge with a profit.

So, the first track I heard on “Led Zeppelin III” was “Immigrant Song.” I loved the line about the land of the ice and snow, but this was not “Whole Lotta Love,” this was not a monster that would dominate the airwaves instantly. And then the album turned into “Led Zeppelin III,” the album derided at the time and now embraced, because it was a left turn, into folk and experimentation, not obvious like what had come before. To tell you the truth, the folky song I liked first was “Tangerine,” the descending chord pattern, the picking, it was like a walk in the countryside, yet with more than a pinch of darkness, yet the chorus added a bit of optimism so you didn’t get completely bummed out. But that intro, that first verse, listening now it reminds me exactly of that first college semester, being off-kilter, studying hard, since all my high school teachers had said “wait until you get to college,” and interacting with others but wondering where my place was, this was long before I realized I never belonged there, that almost no one had relationships, since we were all in such tight quarters, because there were more grinds than hipsters, and the hipsters advertised their self-professed identity, wearing overalls, akin to farmers, and then everybody on campus embraced the look and I was never born to follow, I believed in going my own way, I was brought up to question authority, but this was not the educational institution of the suburbs, this was rigid, the professors demanded respect, and unfortunately it was hard to give it to most of them, they were too self-impressed.

And now you know why the intro to “Tangerine” resonated so, I could slip through the curtain and marinate in the sound, feel I belonged somewhere.

And I played “Led Zeppelin III” over and over again, I know every lick by heart, but mostly it didn’t satisfy, it was a bit of a dud, back when you could still say that, before poptimism, when you must laud everything by an artist, everything on the charts, otherwise you’re not only a naysayer, but an ignorant naysayer. Let’s take “Friends” for example… It sounded like it was cut in Eastern Europe, that the boys had gone on an hejira to the hinterlands and they wanted to express the feeling they experienced, and it might sound good lying on your bed, listening on headphones, maybe stoned, but this was not the celebration of “Led Zeppelin II,” all comers were not embraced.

But “Gallows Pole”… That was the one track that stood out, that captured the essence of what had come before, even if it was essentially a cover.

It started with the pregnant poignant acoustic guitar intro. As if you were on a midnight ride, evading Jack the Ripper.

“Hangman, hangman”

This was the Robert Plant of 1970, not the Robert Plant of today, Jimmy was the leader, the dark force, but Robert was the singer, with his shirt open to the navel and the long blond ringlets, from the country, not London…talk about locking up your daughters. Today Robert Plant is seen as soft, an international treasure, he’s hiding in plain sight, he’s not Jimmy Page locked up in a castle with Aleister Crowley.

“What did you bring me my dear friends

To keep me from the gallows pole”

The onus was on us, the listeners, what could we bring to Robert to save him from hanging. Yes, Led Zeppelin were pied pipers, in their own space, there was not a similar band, on “Led Zeppelin III” they were not playing to casual acolytes, but true believers, what did we have to offer?

“I couldn’t get no silver, I couldn’t get no gold

You know that we’re too damn poor to keep you from the gallows pole”

Most of our English musician heroes had come from nothing, this was not America, where you could depend on Mommy & Daddy, where you watched the NFL on your color television, in the U.K. you were flying by your wits, wide awake.

And now Robert and the band are on the horse, you can feel the tension, they’re trying to escape the noose, Robert’s mind is racing. You know, when everything is at stake, when you’re contacting everyone you know, wanting someone to SAVE YOU! You’ve exhausted all of your own personal powers, you’re caught, your back is against the wall, and someone might save a damsel in distress, but a long-haired rocker?

And now it’s pure rock and roll. They’ve torn the roof off that sucker, even though you get the impression they’re out on the tiles, but there are no longer any limits, Robert is screaming, he can see his fate right before his eyes, his demise is imminent, his voice is rising, it’s almost like he’s crying WHO IS GONNA SAVE ME!

And then I dropped the needle and heard it all over again. Because I wanted to hear it, but I also needed to learn it on the guitar. Sure, by this point a lot of people had given up, after picking up axes after seeing the Beatles, but then there were professionals, and then there were the rest of us, that’s how we got closer to the music, by learning it, so I sat by the turntable, dropping the needle again and again, figuring out the key, the chords, and ultimately getting to the point where I could jam through this number and feel good, even though nobody else in my dorm owned “Gallows Pole.”

Now we all know Led Zeppelin returned to dominate the charts with “Stairway to Heaven” and the rest of “ZOSO” or “IV,” whatever you want to call it, killed, fired on all cylinders, “Black Dog” and “Rock and Roll” hit the notes that “The Immigrant Song” just could not, and “Battle of Evermore” was superior to all the acoustic stuff on “III,” as was “Going to California,” and the reworked cover, “When the Levee Breaks,” finished the LP as if you were the mole being whacked over the head, it was so heavy, nothing else mattered, Zeppelin dominated your mind and the airwaves. And people forgot about “Led Zeppelin III.”

And, to be honest, to a great degree so did I, I knew it, but I rarely played it. I’d been there, done that, back when you could only afford one album at a time and played it to death and waited to scrounge up enough money to buy a new LP.

And when I listen to “Gallows Pole” now, I’m brought back to the fall of freshman year, it captures my mood, my environment so well. I might have been off-kilter, but I was game, I was not giving up, I retained my identity, and ultimately I escaped Middlebury College without my neck in a noose, but barely…

Your Desert Island Act-SiriusXM This Week

You can only take the work of one act to the desert island.

This idea was e-mailed to me by reader/listener Steve Langford, here’s what he had to say:

You’re going to a desert island alone for 1 year. The only music you can listen to (and there is no TV or internet) is the artist you choose. If you choose a band you don’t get their solo stuff. If you choose Paul McCartney you don’t get his Beatle stuff.

Tune in today, December 1st, to Volume 106, 7 PM East, 4 PM West.

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