The history of rockin’ robbers

Published Jul 3, 2015

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It’s One For The Money:

The Song Snatchers Who Carved Up a Century of Pop & Sparked a Musical Revolution by Clinton Heylin

We’ve all heard of the higher-profile musical plagiarism cases – My Sweet Lord and its “unconscious” appropriation of the Chiffons’ He’s So Fine is probably the best-known example. But George Harrison is only one member of popular music’s light-fingered legions. Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Jimmy Page, John Lennon, Paul Simon – the larcenous list is truly extensive.

Since the very beginning of the story of pop and rock, when the music of black America was being refined and packaged, written down and recorded for the first time, thievery was more than a mere blight on the creative and business process: it was central to how the system operated. Vast numbers of traditional songs were snatched up in a mad land-grab that continued until the likes of Dylan and Page a few decades ago.

WC Handy, the so-called “father of the blues”, set the template with his wildly cavalier approach to ownership and publishing rights: Jelly Roll Morton, for one, was incensed. Of the tunes Handy claimed as his own, he wrote: “I had heard them when I was knee-high to a duck.” To which Handy gave an honest and revealing answer: “If he is as good as he says he is, he should have copyrighted and published his music.”

The book is fabulously well researched, unearthing such curios as Glen Matlock’s debt to ABBA. The Sex Pistols’ first bassist based his killer riff for the band’s third single, Pretty Vacant, on the Swedish popmeisters’ SOS, he confesses, delivering what in some ways is the book’s key line: “That’s what songwriting is all about. Everything’s nicked from something else.”

Heylin talks to ex-band members who made crucial but unrewarded contributions, like Bill Wyman, who claims to have come up with the riff for Jumping Jack Flash. Then there are the copyright kings, like Mick Jagger who know that if they change a single line, a song becomes half theirs.

It’s a story well told, in eye-popping detail,. For all its delights, pop music, one can only conclude, is a deeply grubby business.

The Independent

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