1965 The Beat Goes On (Time Life Classic Rock)

Barry McGuire (Author), Fontella Bass (Author), Len Barry (Author), Roy Head (Author), Ad Libs (Author), The Gentrys (Author), Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels (Author), Shangri-Las (Author), Martha & The Vandellas (Author), Sir Douglas Quintet (Author) | Format: Audio CD

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22 Tracks: 1)Eve of Destruction - Barry McGuire; 2)Rescue Me - Fontella Bass; 3)1-2-3 - Len Barry; 4)California Girls - The Beach Boys; 5)Laugh, Laugh - The Beau Brummels; 6)Ooo Baby Baby - The Miracles; 7)All Day & All of the Night - The Kinks; 8)Nowhere to Run - Martha & the Vandellas; 9)Treat Her Right - Roy Head; 10)The Boy from New York City - The Ad Libs; 11)I've Been Loving You Too Long - Otis Redding; 12)Turn! Turn! Turn! - The Byrds; 13)It's the Same Old Song - The Four Tops; 14)Jenny Take A Ride - Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels; 15)She's About a Mover - The Sir Douglas Quintet; 16)I Hear A Symphony - The Supremes; 17)I Can Never Go Home Any More - The Shangri-Las; 18)Keep On Dancing - The Gentrys; 19)I'll Be Doggone - Marvin Gaye; 20)It Ain't Me Babe - The Turtles; 21)Hold What You've Got - Joe Tex; 22)I'm a Man - The Yardbirds

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4.0 out of 5 stars One Of At Least Three In The Series Covering 1965, April 25, 2011

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AvidOldiesCollector (Ottawa, Ontario, Canada) - See all my reviews

This review is from: 1965 The Beat Goes On (Time Life Classic Rock) (Audio CD)

The heavily-promoted and massive Time-Life "mail order only" series of CDs of about 15-20 years ago seemed intent to corner the market on everything from the Big Band Era to Pop, Country, R&B, Soul, Rockabilly and R&R Oldies. In addition to single artist releases, they put out year by year volumes covering the best hits of 1940 to (as far as I can tell) 1969, including this one which was one of at least three covering 1965.

That was the year little bonfires popped up all over the U.S. as draft cards were burned in protest over the escalating conflict in Vietnam. Some preferred to forego the fires and make tracks for Canada where the Liberal government of the day saw no problem in welcoming with open arms both draft dodgers and deserters.

A Russian and then an American walked in space for the first time, the Early Bird satellite linked Europe and North America via TV, and along the eastern seaboard citizens experienced the "Big Blackout" as some 30,000,000 were left without power for half a day.

In the world of music we had everything from the hits associated with Mary Poppins and The Sound Of Music to morose offerings such as Eve Of Destruction, and among exciting newcomers were such as Petula Clark, Tom Jones and Roger Miller. This volume pulled together these 22 hits from that year:

1) Eve of Destruction - Barry McGuire (# 1 Pop Sept); 2) Rescue Me - Fontella Bass (# 1 R&B/# 4 Pop Nov); 3)1-2-3 - Len Barry (# 2 Pop/# 11 R&B Nov); 4) California Girls - The Beach Boys (# 3 Pop Aug); 5) Laugh, Laugh - The Beau Brummels (# 15 Pop Feb); 6) Ooh Baby Baby - The Miracles (# 4 R&B/#16 Pop May); 7) All Day And All Of The Night - The Kinks (# 7 Pop Feb); 8)Nowhere to Run - Martha & The Vandellas (# 5 R&B/# 8 Pop Apr); 9) Treat Her Right - Roy Head (# 2 Pop/R&B Oct); 10)The Boy From New York City - The Ad Libs (# 6 R&B/# 8 Pop Feb); 11)I've Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now)- Otis Redding (# 2 R&B/# 21 Pop July); 12)Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season) - The Byrds (# 1 Pop Dec); 13)It's the Same Old Song - The Four Tops (# 2 R&B/# 5 Pop Aug; 14)Jenny Take A Ride - Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels (would peak at # 10 Pop Jan 1966); 15)She's About a Mover - The Sir Douglas Quintet (# 13 Pop May); 16)I Hear A Symphony - The Supremes (# 1 Pop/# 2 R&B Nov); 17)I Can Never Go Home Any More - The Shangri-Las (# 6 Pop Dec); 18)Keep On Dancing - The Gentrys (# 4 Pop Oct); 19)I'll Be Doggone - Marvin Gaye (# 1 R&B/# 8 Pop May); 20)It Ain't Me Babe - The Turtles (# 8 Pop Sept); 21)Hold What You've Got - Joe Tex (# 2 R&B/# 5 Pop Jan); 22)I'm a Man - The Yardbirds (# 17 Pop Dec).

All of these have long since come out on other compilations with even better sound (this one wasn't bad in that regard) and with much more in the way of liner notes. But still a good buy as long as they're not asking an arm and a leg.

4.0 out of 5 stars When Rock Came Out From Under The Rock, January 6, 2012

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Alfred Johnson (boston, ma) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: 1965 The Beat Goes On (Time Life Classic Rock) (Audio CD)

Scene evoked by the cover art that graces the front of this CD. The cover illustrates an example of 1965 teen jail-break concert, or better, some local teen queen bee club, where a local cover band, complete with mopped-hair and Nehru jackets, amped-up to the high heavens is trying to make its own musical break-out.

Ya, Olde Saco, Maine is rocking tonight. School's over for the summer, mercifully over, and everybody who is anybody, anybody in the teen world, what other world is there, is out in the sea breeze night. Hell, Josh, Joshua Lawrence Breslin, freshly-minted junior-to-be at Old Saco High come the fall earlier in the evening even counted a bunch of walkers and others touristas who don't really count out this night. This Friday night just before the French-Canadians from up in Quebec (the locals call them "cubies," to draw a distinction between the foreigners and the homegrown varieties of French Canadian including Josh himself whose mother is a LeBlanc) descend on the town come July and take up all the air, the Maine soft fluffed beach sand, and the whiskey clubs with their arcadian dreams, and liquor stinks.

Ya, he chuckled to himself they sure don't count, not tonight. And not down at the Surfside Club where the local favorites from up in Bangor, the Rockin' Ramrods, are holding thier first concert, well, dance really since they fronted for The Kinkies down in one of Boston's Fenway night clubs a few weeks back. Now, for the squares, what the Surfside is about is a teen night club where no liquor is served, no official liquor okay. And only people eighteen to twenty-one can get in. Period, well, kind of period.

See last summer after the Beatles hit the shore the guy who owns the Surfside, Lenny LaCroix, decided he could make more dough, lots more dough, using his club on Friday and Saturday nights to let the teeny-boppers bop (hey, that is how he explained it to one and all in the Olde Saco Tribune). Before that he used to have a fox-trot and whisky crowd, mainly whisky, foul up the place for a few hours before heading off to watch late night television or something. And so almost every week since then every eighteen to twenty-one year old within fifty miles including those tweedy Colby girls and Bates guys came thundering down the newly opened Maine Turnpike to listen to what was what on the local music scene. But mainly to be seen, and see. Officially, okay

Hold on a minute. How does one Joshua Lawrence Breslin, who by no stretch of the imagination can fit the eighteen year old minimum either by looks or by stance, fit in. Well, that is where the old ancient human game, hell maybe Adam and Eve invented it, who you know, who you know in the Old Saco teen night scheme of things come into play.

See the king hell king of that night is none other than usually day and night whiskey-soaked "Stewball" Stu (although nobody, nobody alive anyway, calls him to his face, not if they want to stay alive anyway) who has been the king of the car-crazed night here as long as anyone can remember. Why? Let us just say `57 cherry flaming hellfire red "boss" Chevy and be done with it. And Josh, having inadvertently done Stu a good turn turning over some local Lolita that Stu was interested in, has been riding "shot gun" on most Friday and Saturday nights in that "57 chariot for the past couple of years.

And the very long in the tooth (over 21) Stu is nothing but the guy who turned the owner of the Surfside, Lenny, on to the idea of evicting the sloe-gin fizz crowd and making his joint a teen club. Besides Stu, at the best of times an oily mechanic to normal people (read: non-teens), is nothing but a magnet for the legion of honeys who love '57 Chevys, or rather love being seen in that kind of vehicle, and what that does to them in lots of ways. Best of all if Stu, who sometimes can be a hard and cruel king, is open-armed welcome his boy Josh is welcome too. So tonight is no different from a million other nights that way. Strictly Friday routine.

So this night Josh is making his usual trek over to Stu's "house," really just a mucked-up trailer cum ad hoc garage, hell, let's just call it a dump and be done with it, down at the corner of his own wrong side of the tracks street, Albemarle , and Main. That trip is required protocol now since mother Delores (nee LeBlanc,and no nonsense French-Canadian in such matters) put her foot down (or rather both feet) last spring and declared Stu and his car persona non grata and persona non cara. No big deal this night though as the stars have come out and Josh dreams his usual dream, his usual Friday night salacious dream of "scoring" a bevy of babes at this hoe-down teen night club scene so that he will have one for each night in the week like his mentor, Stu. He arrives at Stu's, they pass their usual grunt greetings, and they are off into the ocean air, wave-flecked night.

First stop. Or rather first pass through. Jimmy Jacks' Diner (the one on Main and Atlantic, the teen girl magnet and guy hot car hang-out one, not the lame senior citizen blue plate special before six joint over on West Grand, hell no) to see who may be out and about early, who is not going anywhere near some hot teen club, and who, or what, crazed who is looking for Stu to go mano y mano with him on some dawn Squaw Rock "chicken" run. Ya, some crazed yahoo from the sticks or something who hasn't heard that Stu and his Chevy are immortal. But this night "no dice," nothing, nada and so it is off to the pier to scout things out there on the pilgrimage.

Scouting the pier is a much part of the Friday night summer ritual as breathing, no question. See this is like Stu's coronation, or reaffirmation of his kinghood. And also see that the honeys who hang around the pier are those who, unlike Josh and his cachet, have no chance of sneaking (or staying) into the Surfside and so they must cool their act on the amusement park boardwalk. That little problem, however, does not stop them from getting in line, a line six deep at times, to oh, oh, oh, Stu's Chevy and hope, hope that maybe tonight he sees their teeny-bopper charms. And Stu, normally a girl stoic at least out front, loves this adoration from, well from girls his own age, socially developed own age. Josh though thanks his lucky stars Stu is that way ever since that local Lolita turnover, thanks his lucky starts everyday. Even if the Stu aura has never brought him any luck with those silly, screaming skee ball sticks. Even on a lonesome Monday night.

But even an adored king knows that hanging around parent and cop heavy boardwalks is ill-advised, especially ill-advised, when one Officer "Pete" is aiming dead-eye at Stu and getting his pencil and citation book out ready to pounce on some lame town ordinance to ticket Stu. They are off, although more than one pair of sad-eyed, mini-skirted sticks is moaning and groaning about the leaving. Jesus, Stu really is the king hell king.

Arriving at the Surfside (on East Grand just after the Acey-Duecey Club where all the lamo, old-time motorcycle guys and their "sweeties" hang trying to jump-start their youth dreams) Stu parks in the spot that Lenny has set aside for him as is appropriate for royalty. Stu and Josh go in. And, as usual, they split up and take their respective spots around the bandstand. For a while now Stu and Josh have agreed, no, Stu have proclaimed that once inside the club it is every man for himself and Stu wants no high school junior-to-be messing with his time. Period.

Stu, of course, gets his usual looks from the local shapes (no amusement boardwalk stuff here either, pure honey) who know that a look from Stu means a ride in that '57 Chevy if not tonight then sometime. But see Stu's fifteen minutes of fame is strictly local, the girls from the colleges, the ones that Josh eyes and spies, think Stu is, if you can believe this, nothing but a high school drop-out and/or hoodlum. At least that is what one such college girl had just told Josh, while they were slow dancing to Otis Redding's I've Been Loving You Too Long, when he tried to lash-up to Stu's star with a freshman girl, Laura, from Colby.

And see, maybe, she, Laura, was right, well right from her Colby perspective, because just before midnight Stu (with a hot red head, definitely a shape, in short green mini-skirt whom Josh had seen around town working in one of the summer hash houses) came up to Josh and for the umpteenth time told him that he had to find his own way home because, well, just because. Just then that Colby girl, maybe sensing that Josh wasn't some Stu clone, jumped right in and said she would make sure that Josh got home. And the way she said it had Olde Saco Rock jetty beach front ocean "parking" and checking out the dawn all over it. Ya, Olde Saco rocked that night.