Ecology Songs 1964-1987 

With all the various realisations about climate change, the earth’s carrying capacity, the implications of our lifestyle, over-population etc I thought I’d go back and see how musicians past and present have dealt with ecological themes. This is a first-time trawl through the topic, noting that – for all the vitriol slung their way over the last thirty years – the hippies had an active ecological critique and that this found its way into late 60’s and early 70’s music.

One marker of the way that the topic came into public consciousness was the 1962 publication of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring. That year Malvina Reynolds wrote The Rain to protest nuclear testing in the earth’s atmosphere. Two years later, the Searchers recorded a version of Reynolds’ song as What Have They Done To The Rain. The lyric is fairly vague but the Searchers give it their customary sweet, emotional treatment: it made the UK top 20 in late 1964 and you can see it on youtube:

From early 1966, the Yardbirds’ Shapes of Things is a key High Sixties record: a huge UK hit with Keith Relf’s gothic vocals, a super-hot Jeff Beck solo, and the following lyrics: ‘now the trees are almost green/ But will they still be seen?/ When time and tide have been/
Fall into your passing hands/ Please don’t destroy these lands/ Don’t make them desert sands’. They continued this theme on their 1966 album, particularly on Farewell.

The Doors second epic, When The Music’s Over is not overtly ecological – Morrison has a lot to get off his chest – but it does contain the following, haunting section: ‘what have they done to the Earth/ What have they done to our fair sister?/ Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her/ Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn/ And tied her with fences/And dragged her down’.

Going Up The Country, cover artwork

As early as 1967, there was a powerful ‘back to the land’ movement, away from technology and consumerism and the money machine. For more, see Lisa Law’s book Flashing In The Sixties (US) and the work of Donovan and Vashti Bunyan in the UK (Kieran Evans’ recent film, From Here To Before, is an excellent introduction). Songs about going back to the country are plentiful in late 60’s rock, from Quicksilver’s Shady Grove to Canned Heat’s Going Up The Country to the inevitable Woodstock. (see Guardian blog here).

One of the earliest and most incisive was Neil Young’s Here We Are In the Years, a stand-out track on his excellent (and much under-rated) first solo album. Young relates all the ills of a youth-obsessed, reified consumer society to a lack of respect for the natural world: ‘while people planning trips to stars/ Allow another boulevard to claim/ A quiet country lane/ It’s insane’.

Ray Davies’ concerns about the modern world burst forth on Apeman, a big 1970 hit for the Kinks. ‘I’m no better than the animals sitting in the cages in the zoos, man’, he sings in this catalogue of woes: ‘over-population and inflation and starvation’. Ecology raises its head in the memorable section: ‘I look out my window, but I can’t see the sky/ ‘Cos the air pollution is fogging up my eyes/ I want to get out of this city alive’. Fogging sounds suspiciously like fucking.

Big Yellow Taxi, record label

‘They paved paradise, put up a parking lot’, begins Joni Mitchell on one of her most upbeat songs, Big Yellow Taxi; ‘with a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot’. The lyrics are straight out of Silent Spring: ‘hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT/ I don’t care about spots on my apples/ Leave me the birds and the bees – please’. Her quicksilver laugh at the end is a classic moment.

Written by Skip Battyn, Kim Fowley and Roger McGuinn, the Byrds’ Hungry Planet (from their patchy Untitled double) is even more explicit – and prescient: ‘I’m a hungry planet/ Orbiting in the sky/ The things they did to hurt me/Pass on by and by/ Now here I am all alone/ They never ever learn/ Well I had to shake and quake/And make their houses burn’.

It doesn’t stop. There’s Danny O’Keefe with his toxic smog melt-down, 3.10 Smokey Thursday – which you can hear on Meridian 1970. Then there’s Spirit’s Nature’s Way, from The 12 Dreams of Dr. Sardonicus: ‘it’s nature’s way of telling you, summer breeze/ it’s nature’s way of telling you, dying trees…it’s nature’s way of telling you/ Something’s wrong’.

The New Riders of the Purple Sage tackled their topic on their classic first, city-to-country album: ‘Hey look at the green, green tree/ It ain’t quite as green green as it used to be/ And hey, look at the cool clear water/ It ain’t quite as cool and clear
as it ought to be/ And we live in the Garden of Eden, yeah/ Don’t know why we want to tear
the whole thing to the ground’.

The Beach Boys echoed these sentiments on Don’t Go Near The Water, from 1971’s Surf’s Up, albeit tinged with their habitual postivism: ‘don’t go near the water/ Don’t you think it’s sad/ What’s happened to the water/ Our water’s going bad/ Oceans, rivers, lakes and streams/ Have all been touched by man/ The poison floating out to sea/ Now threatens life on land’.

Hawkwind, as was their wont, took everything further and fashioned an epic 12 string drone to condemn Western society on We Took the Wrong Step Years Ago: ‘take a look around and see the warnings close at hand/ Already weeds are writing their scriptures in the sand…The morning sun is rising, casting rays across the land/ Already nature’s calling, take heed of the warning’.

On the classic What’s Going On album, Marvin Gaye added ecology to his list of what is/ was wrong with America on Mercy Mercy Me: ‘radiation in the ground and in the sky/Animals and birds who live nearby are dying/ Oh, mercy mercy me/ Oh, things ain’t what they used to be/ What about this overcrowded land?/How much more abuse from man can you stand?’

With the teen/ ballroom/ gender preoccupations of Glam rock, ecological songs fell out of favour somewhat – although Sparks delivered a vague warning with Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth: ‘when she’s on her best behaviour/ Don’t be tempted by her favours/ Never turn your back on mother earth/ Towns are hurled from A to B/ By hands that looked so smooth to me’.

The Day the World Turned Day-Glo, single sleeve

Despite all the rhetoric, many first wave punks had been hippies, or had been influenced by hippies. The most preoccupied with consumerism and materialism were X-Ray Spex, whose The Day The World Turned Dayglo is a fabulous, totally art-i-ficial dystopia: ‘the X-rays were penetrating/ Through the latex breeze / Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves/ Fell from the rayon trees’.

Fast-forwarding well into the next decade, R.E.M.’s Cuyahoga took its title from the famously polluted Cleveland, Ohio river that caught fire several times during the 20th century, most notably in 1952 and 1969. In calling for a new national vision, the lyrics relate this environmental disaster to the country’s industrial past: ‘Our father’s father’s father tried, erased the parts he didn’t like’.

And from around the same time, Mr. Fingers had this super-graceful vision of another world, a Distant Planet where they can be free from racism as well as environmental and economic degradation: ‘you can eat the food around you, you will hunger never more’. Yet they know it’s a pipe dream: ‘distant planet, distant planet, far far away’.

I’m sure there are many more examples with the rise in environmental consciousness. Any thoughts?

John Rechy’s City Of Night and Stonewall @ 40 

City of Night, book cover

‘The restlessness welled insatiable inside me’

— so speaks the anonymous hustler in John Rechy’s first novel, as he submerges himself in New York’s queer underworld. Written to the pace of classic Rock’n Roll (“Heartbreak Hotel” is quoted in one of the part heads), “City of Night” (first published in 1963) was in the classic exposé tradition of William Burroughs, James Purdy and Hubert Selby. Homosexuality was really off the map then: un-American, unnatural, routinely denigrated, demonised and persecuted. But “City of Night” is one of a kind: a classic coming-of-age novel that not only offers a guided tour to a hidden society but acute insights into the outcast psyche. As he tours New York, Los Angeles – the glaring mania of downtown, with the hustling scene centred on Pershing Square – Chicago, San Francisco and finally New Orleans, the hustler hero enters a sexual labyrinth. The characters that he meets are facets of himself: driven further and further on by various urges and insecurities – the fear of rejection, the terror of commitment, a fatal lack of self-worth. In his groundbreaking 1951 survey “The Homosexual In America” Donald Webster Cory (a pseudonym for Edward Sagarin) noted that ‘self-acceptance is the basis of the adjustment of the homosexual’, but that was extremely hard in a society where he ‘is exposed, in learned treatises no less than in the language of the streets, at the hands of the erudite no less than the ignorant, not only to contempt, but to a definite campaign to demonstrate and even convince him that his way of life is inferior’. (Single gender as in original: another facet of the time). Cory observed how gay people internalised this contempt in ‘a self-defeating invective’ (and his later career showed this principle in action: go to http://www.glbtq.com/social-sciences/sagarin_e.html). Terrified of showing his vulnerability, Rechy’s hustler resolves his fears in the classic pay-for-sex stance: ‘and so, in the world of males, on the streets, it was I who would be the desired in these furtive relationships, without desiring back’. There is the constant ‘knowledge of the sad, sad loss of Youth, of the terrible hints that life, perversely may make one a caricature of oneself’, as the well as the problems caused by the divorcing of sex from emotion or companionship. Most of all, there is the constant, contradictory push/ pull between the desire for connection and the terror of commitment: the psychic perplex of (1950′s) gay life. Near the book’s end, Rechy’s hero cracks open: in a bar called Les Deux Freres he blurts out to total strangers: ‘I’m not the way I pretended to be for you–and for others. Like you, like everyone else, I’m scared, cold, cold terrified’. He is shunned. At the same time there is a vast, deep anger that can erupt with volcanic force. Treated like an exhibit in a freak show by a group of scornful tourists, a large Drag Queen called Chi-Chi explodes: ‘father-fuckers! I’ll take you on together or alone! Prove to me what big men you are! Who’s first?’. He smashes the man trying to take his picture in the face: the camp chorus goes, ‘never, never, never try to dish a queen, babies–that’s the moral of this story’. A decade or so later, this anger erupted for all to see in New York City, when a raid at the Stonewall Tavern ended up in a riot, a pitched battle between lesbians, street/ drag queens and the police. The 40th anniversary of the event this summer (28/06/09) has been marked in the national press (for Peter Tatchell’s comment in the Guardian) and for those who want a fuller picture, there is a great book by David Carter: “Stonewall: The Riots that Sparked The Gay Revolution”. This meticulous reconstruction of an event much shrouded in myth has excellent detail about the mob-run bar itself (one of the only places in New York when men could dance together, even if patrons were sometimes blackmailed) and fascinating detail like the arrest of Folk Revival Pioneer Dave Van Ronk – who had just wandered down the block for a look. As for Rechy’s book, it became an instant classic on publication – a scandalous best-seller – and fed-back into pop culture through Jim Morrison’s ‘city of night’ chant on “L.A.Woman”. In 1967, he published an even greater work, “Numbers” (a future song by Soft Cell), but that’s another story.

See also this John Rechy interview from 1990.