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Sunday, July 22, 2007
Bill Haley and the Comets, "(We're Gonna) Rock Around the Clock" (July 9, 1955)
Even though Billboard's "Hot 100" wouldn't become its definitive ranking of hits until 1958, and even though it had been publishing other reasonably authoritative charts for pop hits since 1940, Fred Bronson's The Billboard Book of Number 1 Hits starts with this song and numbers all subsequent chart-toppers accordingly: "Rock Around the Clock" is #1, "Harper Valley P.T.A." is #246, "Funkytown" is #525, and "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It" is #865. The pop hits that preceded "Rock Around the Clock" are at best a mere hobbyist concern. (The Bronson book is nearly a thousand pages and goes for thirty bucks. The official Billboard publication covering the pre-Haley charts, Joel Whitburn's Billboard Pop Hits Singles & Albums 1940-1954, is about 600 pages under hardcover binding, and on my copy is a price tag for almost seventy bucks, a situation that this seems to be par for the course in the publishing world for books --like many academic works -- with only vanishingly small specialty audience.) "It's only from our perspective several decades later that we can see the impact this song had on our culture," Bronson writes. "It was the beginning of the rock era." Bronson, in his account of the song (the book devotes exactly one page to each #1), doesn't bother detailing what shape this "impact" had, why it happened, how it lingered, and what in the song gave it impact -- he just notes that it was huge. It is just assumed that this fact is patently obvious to anybody who might pick up the book. Which is to say that this song has become something like a purely decorative chair in a house, set in an upstairs hallway or any place where nobody tends to need a sit. One could pass by it every day for decades, but heaven knows, nobody expects you to actually think about the thing, look at it, or even sit in it (though you could if you had to). It yields no surprise, and anyway, one is never receptive to possibility it might contain surprise. It is a completely inert artifact.
And it lends itself well to inertia. Had this song not been given the burden of historic rupture, had I not been aware of this song almost since birth, I wouldn't feel the guilt I do about not having much to say about it. It's a pleasant lil' bouncer based on a clock conceit, and not much more than that. I admire the way the opening lyrical salvo rushes through the numbers one through twelve, increasing in speed as Haley has to negotiate singing numbers as they increase in syllables: three, sev-en, e-lev-en. I like how it embodies an archetypical youth idea: round-the-clock dancing stretches from raves to marathon dances (possibly even before, I don't know), and it's strictly the domain of youth as responsible adults have neither the time nor stamina for such frivols. But it's very hard to hear what was so revolutionary about this record. This isn't even entirely a function of all the time that's gone by, how we've become so inured to outrage thanks to all that gansta rap and the Marilyn Mansons and the doodle doodle dee wubba wubba wubba. It's not especially different from the number ones that preceded it, nor that remarkable in terms of velocity, ranch, noise, or loudness compared to other uptempo number ones like "Rag Mop" or "The Thing," although, yes, it is somewhat sparer than those. So...I don't fucking know, man, I just wish this landmark was landmarkier. Insert audible shrug here. 5
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