
It was 1968 and the radio was playing. It was tuned to a Top 40 station. Suddenly something strange happened/ Were the speakers melting? Would the radio explode? Had someone built Tesla's earthquake machine? None of the above. The local dj was spinning Blue Cheer's Summertime Blues.
The album only contained 6 tracks. Just a little bit over 30 minutes of music. But I'm not sure we could have endured another song or two. You can describe the music in many ways: energetic, alive, pulsing or whatever. The only truly accurate description would be loud. Mind-numbingly loud. Walls meltingly loud. They outlouded them all.
I have to say these old 56 year old ears couldn't take this. Summertime Blues was okay. Memories of that summer long ago came back. Pleasant. Living at home with mom and dad. Trying to be cool but not knowing how. I got through Summertime Blues okay. But the album kept going. The tempos were slow. The feedback screamed. I listened but was thankful when the 31 minutes were up. My head was ringing.
There was also something else about this album. There was something very dark about it. While the rest of music that summer was typically light and positive, Blue Cheer was saying, "Who cares if everything is hopeless, party on". There is a feeling of anarchy and nihilism here. Let's just tear everything down because it is standing there.
I playing Summertime Time Blues for my 14 year old daughter. She thought the music was cool and maybe to her it was. But I said that it wasn't and played Eddie Cochran's version for her. Now that is cool.
I guess it is safe to say that Blue Cheer is not a candidate for an Unplugged album anytime soon.