MC-5 IN SAN FRANCISCO
Special to the Fifth Estate
SAN FRANCISCO - The MC5 have blasted their way out
of the grease pits of FoMoCo city, resolved their feud with the Motherfuckers
of New York's lower east side, and wound up in the San Francisco jailhouse
after a near street fight with a squad of TACs.
In the early hours of March 18 the Five were rolling along
San Francisco's Bayshore Freeway in a borrowed station wagon with eleven
other friends of the Berkeley White Panthers, doin' their usual thing,
when the forces of Legitimate Violence tried to run them off the skyway.
The pigs busted the Five for speeding, drunk driving,
overloading a station wagon, possession of marijuana and other dangerous
drugs, contributing to the delinquency of, fucking, and otherwise violating
minors and resisting arrest.
In the scuffle that followed, white Panther Jerry Younkins
was thrown against the guardrail by steel-helmeted fuzz who threatened
to throw him to his death far below.
"Who would they believe, punk, you or us?" they taunted. Rhythm
guitarist Fred Smith had the shit kicked out of him.
White Panther Minister of Information and beatnik-ideologue
John Sinclair was in another vehicle, and escaped over the bridge into
At their arraignment the following day, the charges were
reduced to driving with alcohol in the vehicle and resisting arrest.
The Five were out of jail in time to play for a frenzied mob at a benefit
for Liberation News Service in Berkeley.
Reaction to the energy rock group in this stable revolutionary
community has been a mixture of paralysis and coming-in-your-pants.
Bill Graham, manager of the Fillmore rock emporiums, refuses
to hire the rabble-rousers anymore after the riot which followed their
last appearance in New York.
The Five, in cooperation with the Motherfuckers staged a free show at
Haight's Straight Theatre on March 13. The bawdy Scum Palace was filled
to capacity with (in the words of the master of "ceremonies")
"the most baddest, low down, come down, run down, vile, likker
drinkin,' drug runnin,' spiteful, nogood man -haters that ever stalked
the face of this earth!"
Predictably, the crowd went insane. Dee-generate, glassyeyed,
straw-toned, teased out braless freakies threw themselves at lead guitarist
Wayne Kramer, their raunchy groins oozing fuzz-tone energy. It was a
surreal, macabre burlesque of a 1955 Gene Vincent State Fair show.
On Sunday the 16th the Five turned up at Golden Gate Park
to play for an estimated crowd of twenty thousand grizzly loonatics.
The only cop that turned up that day split when he saw the Hell's Angels
congregated behind the bandstand.
The MC5 are almost like an acid test. From the several
times we have observed their masterful performances out there, it has
become apparent that their music appeals to the lowest on the social
The blacks dig it, the really wigged out revolutionaries
dig it; while the genteel hip, the intelligentsia, and older people
in general can't relate. There is nothing to hang on to; it bespeaks
more anarchy, more destruction.
Jac Holzman of Elektra Records has run into fire from
every segment of the industry for backing the Five. We read in Billboard
that the liner notes are being revised.
"He came crying on our shoulder," Sinclair says, "and
we told him, we knew people would get uptight. They're scared. They
don't know what's going on."
People out here often react to the MC5 the way jazz followers
first reacted to the be-bop of Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gilespie when
they used to play at Minton's in Harlem in the early forties.
A lot of people don't know if they are "real."
Like, is this a Hollywood hype? Were these guys blended together by
Elektra in a Moog Synthesizer? Is this really what's happening to us?
Or, conversely, is this where we came from; is this what's
really bothering us, deep down?
The MC5, virtually alone among contemporary rock musicians,
are trying to encounter the black man's music of the present: the anguish
and violence of burning ghettos; not the nostalgic uptempo electrified
R&B that Muddy Waters and Bo Diddley were playing at rent parties
in the thirties.
The Five are trying to fuse this experience with the purest
of their own culture (itself a derivative of black music), the hard
rock exemplified in their road show opener, Carl Perkins' "Tutti-Frutti."
For the past several generations, Western music has been
a history of encounters with Afro-American music. Popular music has
been a reflection of black styles developed a generation or so before.
White "swing" of the thirties was based on innovations
made by Louis Armstrong in the twenties. In the forties, whites reacted
to be-bop by popularizing a cheapened Dixieland.
In the fifties, rock and roll (perhaps the only "legitimate"
form of popular music to yet emerge) developed out of the rhythm and
blues created in the thirties and forties.
The Five are transmuting their voices into emotive musical
instruments - and their instruments into energic expressions of ID-eology:
that lifestyle which emerges as a gut-level reaction to an irrationally
suppressive society - once the cover, the mental scab, is ripped off.
Some of the cuts, such as the opener "Ramblin' Rose,"
don't come off. Others such as "Come Together" and "I
Want You Right Now" are hard drivers always on the verge of climax.
Wayne Kramer is becoming over the years an amazingly together
guitarist. Rob Tyner's voice has yet to come to maturity - and this
doesn't mean he's too loud necessarily - he's awaiting more vibrato,
In live performance, Dennis Thompson's fine drumwork is
almost buried under layers of lashing Thanatos.
The Five have shown that they can play hard mean rock
and roll that has the primal fascination of a menstruating cunt.
Now maybe they can get down to the business of assimilating
the present in America, a challenge that rock and roll has been delaying
for too long.
MC5 kicking out the jams in Golden Gate Park. Photo
: Emil Bacilla
Contemporary rock is in danger of falling
into the complacent imitation of nostalgic blues forms. The only truly
forward direction rock and roll can take - and one which will bring
white youth into the revolutionary cadence of black militancy - is to
confront and attempt to understand, and even assimilate, the black experience
as it is being reflected in the atonal, explorative shriek of jazz artists
like Sonny Rollins.
The MC5 are trying to understand, and to live, pure rock
and roll, as well as the seething discontent of the new jazz. Their
music does lead to fucking, and it does lead to anarchy, and violent
opposition to institutionalized repression.
"Kick Out The Jams" should be viewed as any
first album, and weighed not only for what it offers, but what it portends.