Hot and loud and vulgar music, non-stop for five hours

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To the older generation rock 'n' roll came to mean Teds and violence. There was a riot in Berlin. Some countries banned rock 'n' roll altogether. In Singapore police were called in to stop British soldiers jiving in a cinema foyer after a midnight premiere of Rock Around The Clock. The Rev. Albert Carter of Nottingham denounced rock 'n' roll from his pulpit: 'The effect of rock 'n' roll on young people is to turn them into devil-worshippers; to stimulate self-expression through sex; to provoke lawlessness, impair nervous stability, and destroy the sanctity of marriage.' In Miami, Florida, the head of the local censorship board described rock 'n' roll dancing as 'nothing more than shoving boys and girls around' and 'vile gyrations'! Racialist Asa Carter of the North Alabama White Citizens' Council was scared too: 'Rock 'n' roll is a means of pulling down the white man to the level of the 'Negro'. It is part of a plot to undermine the morals of the youth of our nation. It is sexualistic, unmoralistic, and the best way to bring people of both races together.' Many older musicians hated rock 'n' roll: 'Viewed as a social phenomenon, the current craze for rock 'n' roll material is one of the most terrifying things ever to have happened to popular music ... Musically speaking of course, the whole thing is laughable ... Let us oppose it to the end.'

Each of the Pink Fairies arrived bearing the head of a dead pig on a pole

 

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Other staunch allies in combating the mod/skinhead problem were a motley bunch of Jewish East Londoners known as the Firm. The Firm were ex-mods themselves, but of the earlier, stylish variety whose twin dedications were music and creating mayhem and chaos wherever they went. Led by the dire duo of Peter Shertser and Ian Sippen, the Firm had taken a bunch of acid, but managed to retain a highly mutated version of the traditional mod obsession with making and spending money. They’d grown their hair and now dressed in sharp, custom-tailored suits of the most outrageous fabrics they could find. These bespoke monsters were made by an elderly tailor in the East End to whom they would present lengths of William Morris curtain material and demand that he sew it according to the same pattern as a three-button Tonik. At UFO, the Firm’s capacity for confusion and disorder reached inspired peaks. They spiked a number of people, attacked the more disorientated hippies with water pistols and let off an assortment of fireworks right on the dance floor.

"I’m in one hell of a mess: I’ve been caught in a toilet."

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Heinz says that sometimes the audience were chanting “OFF” before he even got onto the stage and from there on things got worse: “I was playing Birmingham and getting blokes running down the aisle wanting to jump onstage to thump my head in, throwing cans of beans and covering the group in beans. On that same tour we played Colston Hall, Bristol and my mother came down from Southampton. She was sat upstairs. She came backstage in tears. She could hear the blokes behind her: ‘We’re gonna ’ave ’im now, the bastard, we’re gonna ’ave ’im. Wait round the back.’ My mother’s sitting there listening to it! Imagine how she felt with Teds running up, grabbing the microphone stand off the stage, trying to pull it off me and hit me with it. And Gene Vincent came up to me before that tour ended and said, ‘You’ve got some bloody guts, I would have walked off after one number.’”

black music played by white, working class, bad skin bastards

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People might say, "Well, there's no more Knickerbockers, there's no more Count Five and there's no more Hombres, and there's no more Standells out there." Yeah, but there may be a bunch of people who can give you the same emotional feeling if you spent the time on a Tuesday night to go to the clubs and hear music, you'll see. It's still out there. You have to find it again, because you can only recycle these stories so many times; you can only reissue these songs so many times, and eventually everybody's gonna have these records in their homes. You're going to have all the versions of all this stuff on bootlegs and tape and vinyl. After a while though, you're kid's gonna eat them, you're dog's gonna shit on them and your second wife will throw them out. So why don't you guys go form your own bands, or why don't you go find some and then you'll find some dirty bitches and get laid and you'll have a good time.

LIKE A HOG A-ROOTIN’ UP UNDER A FENCE

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Directors of the Parent-Teachers Association would have fainted at the sight. It’s a little past one in the morning inside a huge, barn-like nightclub on the Slaton Highway, just outside the usually quiet, sleepy town of Lubbock, Texas … Elvis ‘The Pelvis’ Presley has just finished an undulating show that still has a lot of kids wriggling … ‘Oh, Elvis,’ he hears, ‘wait for me!’ Turning, he watches as a pretty young girl rushes towards him. ‘Would you please autograph me?’ she shrieks. And with that she pulls a sheer blouse off her shoulders, revealing a low-cut bra. Older and wiser entertainers might have hesitated at having a three-quarters-bare bosom thrust at them for a signature. But not Elvis. With a flourish, he hauled out his doll-pointed pen and signed just above the dotted swiss line. Elvis on the righty. Presley on the lefty.

that nub would be oozing so much pus Gene's pants would be soaked

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"The hottest of hot-rodders! The craziest of kittens, high school hellcats! Two terrific teenage movies and the rockingest, rollingest of cats - starring popular John Ashley, cute little Jody Fair, satellite-searing Gene Vincent, and that alarmingly charming Yvonne Lime, a kitten who has all the cats howlin'! Guys who've got what it takes, chicks who'll take all they've got - together in two movie theater treats, Hot Rod Gang and High School Hellcats!"

Fowley knew they weren't in any danger. There wasn't any madness. There was no voodoo. Here was an overweight, obviously unhealthy, aging rock 'n' roll star - when they'd first met, Fowley assumed Gene was at least fifteen years older than he was, though they were only four years apart - and they were stuck here in artsy-fartsy purgatory. Well, we're going to fail at rock 'n' roll, Fowley thought not long after the sessions began, but we might be able to salvage a passable country record, albeit a "Gene Vincent as a Sunday school teacher singing in the minister's parlor" kind of country record.

Vincent was a mental case,an absolute nutter

                                                                              

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