By Clancy Lass
On John Denver: Musical Forefather, and the American Idol Generation

For no reason at all, John Denver’s classic “Annie’s Song” popped into my head last week and I haven’t been able to get it out. I couldn’t remember all the words, but had the gist of the song. The only clear thing I remembered was a very sinister-but-pleasant parody song they used to play on Dr. Demento that I loved that began, “And now, the sounds of John Denver being strangled to death.” Then the singer would begin using a very fake country accent and mess the words up with something like “You laid on my pillow…” instead of the actual lyrics, until he begins violently choking and eventually dies.
But back to present day- I could not get this damn song out of my head. It drove me so crazy, I finally had to download it on iTunes. There was no other way to confront it and put it to rest. After downloading the song and paying 99 cents I knew I would regret, I hit play and began to clean off my desk, another unpleasant thing that has been plaguing me. I couldn’t clean.
John Denver was a musical genius. Dr. Demento didn’t have time to enter my mind, I was so captivated by his voice…and the REALLY bad album cover picture they have of him advertising his Greatest Hits, (you remember it: the bowl haircut, the cowboy hat and the beady eyes.) Suddenly I was flooded with memories of sitting in the living room as a kid, with my siblings singing along to that song and “Thank God I’m A Country Boy.” Our family wasn’t so flush with cash, so what we lacked in Cable TV and Coke clothing we made up for in my much older brother’s LPs that had been left behind. Though I didn’t watch V and couldn’t tell you the name of a single Fraggle, I can recite all the lyrics to The Who’s Tommy and basically any hit of The Supremes, Simon & Garfunkel and Bread.
John Denver was an artist whose joy and pure love of music rang true in his voice. You could always hear how much fun he was having, or that a particular lyric was truly felt in the way he delivered it. His music could be fun, and it could make me feel like I just wanted to hug someone. It’s especially interesting to hear John Denver with my son sitting on my lap. Always one to run around and never catch his breath or sit down…He stops for The Denver. Even sat on my lap and let me rock him to “Annie’s Theme” on more than one occasion, which has made it well worth the 99 cents. There aren’t many artists whose music you can sing along with anymore. My son will only know Karen Carpenter and the Mamas and the Papas if I provide the example.
My personal quest has begun. My children will be well-versed in their own pop culture, but I will make sure they will also be well-versed in mine and the generation before mine, too. It really pains me to think that I had to rediscover John Denver this late in the game. Nothing angers me more than to hear this American Idol generation desecrate the musical forefathers, even though back in the day, I was guilty of the same thing, (i.e. a conversation with my principal in which the song “I Saw Her Standing There” came up, and I argued that the song was not by the Beatles, but by Tiffany and was actually titled “I Saw HIM Standing There.” Yes, I feel utter shame at the thought of it.)
Last year, I remember thinking somewhere in the Heavens I heard Judy Garland’s cocktail hit the ground as I passed a teenager who said, “My favorite song is ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ by Katherine McPhee.” Though I wanted to knock the girl down as she passed, I didn’t. It just angers me that whole generations of kids are being raised believing Constantine originated the song “I Think I Love You.” Don’t make me go Bonaduce on your ass, you crazy generation. At least know the history of where it came from and feel the beauty of David Cassidy in all his glory, not some skank who can only perfect the “power look” into the camera and not perfect a true power vocal.
One of my biggest disagreements with this problem is the bastardization of some wonderful songs from both the pop and music theatre worlds. The worst I’ve come across so far is “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble. And yes, I know it’s pronounced Boo-blay, but I still call him Bubble Boy. Anyway, his big-band, sexy, James Bond version of this song has been over-popularized to the point that again, young hopefuls on American Idol are giving him credit for the song. The actual song, written by music theatre heroes of mine, Anthonly Newley and Leslie Bricusse, is from the musical The Roar of the Greasepaint – The Smell of the Crowd, an interesting look at the Have’s vs. the Have Not’s playing an actual game of life in which you can overcome your unfortunate status if you can overthrow bureaucracy and win “the game.” The song takes place when the character of The Negro suddenly achieves freedom, and the song is his response. It is a powerful, deeply moving song that leaves people speechless when done right. However, it disgusts me that an entire generation has no idea what the song actually means, and that it isn’t supposed to sound like the theme to Perry Mason…not that they would even know who he is.
…But I digress.
Download “Annie’s Song” or the entire Greatest Hits album from John Denver. It’s worth the .99 or 9.99. Plenty of beautiful tunes, great lyrics…and a “Country Road” ready to take you home.
I wonder if in thirty years people will be saying, “remember back in the 00’s when they had American Idol and music was good?”
I was thinking about this stuff this morning and I realized that there are two pop music worlds. There is the world of the “artist” and the world of the “entertainer.”
Supposedly, entertainers are much more adept at translating the artist’s “unspeakable visions of the individual” for the masses.
But therein lies the tension–when a beautiful, American Idol-type person deigns to present the material of an artist–something isn’t right. It “feels” fake and forced.
But how about non-performing songwriters? Should they, (i.e. those who work along with publishing compaines, churning out the stuff that you hear entertainers perform) be considered “artists?”
I’m not sure. People that get paid to write the stuff that a person like Carrie Underwood performs are looking to appeal to as wide an audience as possible. It’s almost ‘music-by-focus-group.’ Which is fine.
But when those types of entertainers start messing with the stuff we’ve held dear and associated indelibly with their original artist, it hits a raw nerve, doesn’t it? Is nothing sacred?
I was going to say it was fitting that the music of your childhood that you mentioned was consistently that of the “Singer/Songwriter” category or at least wrote their own material–John Denver, Simon and Garfunkel, the Who, Bread, etc. But there are a couple exceptions that undercut my argument–notably, the Supremes- who, to my knowledge, never wrote a single one of their songs. Their material came from the staff of Motown. Which is not to make fun of them. Motown had a good run in the 60s and 70s. I think that’s some wonderful material.
I can’t vouch for David Cassidy, though!
Do you think that a performing songwriter’s contribution is more valid because they have more to lose when presenting this part of themselves to an audience?
In comparison, Amercian Idols are just trained monkeys.
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Comment by Daniel 02.12.07 @ 4:02 pmClancy,
Kudos on being a girl-nerd. This party was getting uncomfortable.
And thank you for a wonderful music article. 50 points to Griffindor.
The John Denver choking parody can be found on an old Monty Python album called The Contractual Obligation Album and that particular track can be heard in it’s entirety from Amazon.com by clicking here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000002VSS001009/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_009/102-8365587-0047359
You bring up some great points. The music industry certainly has changed, maybe more in the last 10 years than ever. The digital revolution and iPods have completely redesigned how music is produced, marketed, and sold. The popular music culture has always been about revenue. By its very definition, it isn’t pop unless it’s popular. But now all artists have to do is pass the American Idol audition or write one song that circumnavigates the internet and they’re a success. Ipods have shifted the focus from artists making great records to artists recording hit singles and only hit singles. The days of John Denver, the Mamas and the Papas, Elton John, the Beatles, and Pink Floyd are dead and gone. There will always be good music made, but the revenue now lies in a young, “fresh” generation recycling the best the past has to offer. The only successful singer/songwriters left are the ones who also have the look and stage presence that the American Idol audience is looking for. Thus, the question of aesthetics must be raised: is the beauty in music derived from what the artist intends for it to be or by how people perceive it and are affected by it? The purpose of music as art is to evoke emotion, but is the art in the intent or the effect? Is successful music good or popular? I have a hard time grappling with this. I have my share of strong opinions on what I think is good music (and not much of it is popular) but I must remind myself that in the scheme of things people are more important that music. This often makes me sad.
To address Medulla’s question, I think that a performing songwriter’s contribution is more valid because they are more of an artist. Ben Folds is better than Katherine McPhee. In the cocktail lounge arena, I will always hold Harry Connick, Jr. in higher esteem than Michael Buble or even the “greatness” (read: popularity) of Frank Sinatra.
Comment by Steve 02.13.07 @ 1:06 amThe John Denver strangle bit can be found on Monty Python’s Contractual Obligation album (1980) and can be heard in it’s entirety from amazon.com by clicking here.
Comment by Steve 02.15.07 @ 4:00 pmOh thank you! It’s been years.
Comment by Clancy Lass 02.16.07 @ 12:39 pmA particularly moving rendition of Annie’s Song can be found near the end of “My Best Friend’s Wedding” when a trio of boys partakes of some helium and then bursts into song.
Comment by Rascal Stallion 02.19.07 @ 12:27 pmAnother particularly moving rendition of that song was by Rascal Stallion at the top of his lungs in a darkened movie theater before watching “The Wedding Singer.”
Comment by Medulla Vesuvius 02.19.07 @ 3:39 pm
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