First Impression/I’m Gonna Fight

The Hi Lifes sure got around: Their three songs on Soundsville! are supposed to exemplify the sounds of Detroit and Chicago and New York. Why not just invent three different bands for the purpose, as it was all fiction anyway? I have no idea, and history does not record the conversations that went on behind closed doors at Pickwick International.

We’ve already heard the “Detroit” song, “Soul City”; side B of Soundsville! begins with “First Impression,” theoretically the “Chicago” tune, and it sounds… pretty Motown?


Or maybe it’s more like the Impressions (as in Curtis Mayfield and), who hailed from Chattanooga, Tennessee, but later moved to Chicago. Oh, wait, the name of the song is “First Impression”; I get it now. Duh.

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You’re Driving Me Insane

If you sat down to listen to Side A of the Soundsville! LP, you would hear, first, a slice of sad faux-country. Then an upbeat if somewhat pallid soul song; a mopey surfer’s lament; and a blissed-out piece of high-harmony doo-wop.

Then, this:


If you’d been sinking slowly into a stupor over your intoxicant of choice — not that you’d have had much time to do so, as we’re barely 10 minutes in at this point — “You’re Driving Me Insane” would certainly wake you up. Attentive readers will remember “Wild One,” with its unconvincing party atmosphere; “YDMI” is a faster and better version of the same song, noisy enough to have been successfully passed off as a Velvet Underground demo on bootlegs. It’s not the Velvets, but it is the first Pickwick song that you could reasonably include in a Lou Reed anthology.

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Wonderful World of Love

Of the four Soundsville! songs we’ve covered so far, three have been massive bummers. In his book Dirty Blvd., Aidan Levy says:

There was something off about Soundsville! — Lou cast a dark shadow on every track, even when he wasn’t singing.

But, he continues, “There was no hint of Lou on the comparatively giddy ‘Wonderful World of Love,’” which is the next song in the queue. Credited to “The Liberty Men,” “WWoL” is the album’s designated “Philadelphia” song. It’s a little vague what exactly qualifies it as such; certainly Philadelphia was one of several hotbeds of doo-wop music, but was there a specific Philly style that this song fits into, or is it just marketing?


I don’t know and I don’t think it’s really worth taking the time to find out, as it’s entirely possible that Lou Reed had no involvement in “Wonderful World of Love,” even though his name is on it. That is not the case with the next song we’ll explore.

Teardrop in the Sand/Johnny Won’t Surf No More

The second track on Soundsville! is “Soul City,” which we have already heard as performed by girl group the Foxes. For the album it is redone in a blue-eyed-soul stylee by “The Hi-Lifes.” Again it makes the destination sound pretty appealing, but I figure that once you got there you’d find a Potemkin village with tumbleweeds blowing through the rutted streets — not unlike modern-day Detroit.


It is followed by the song that is supposed to represent the West Coast in the collection. Credited to “the Hollywoods,” this is clearly Southern California–oriented; the San Francisco Sound was not yet a thing.

Sunny harmonies notwithstanding, “Teardrop in the Sand” is a heartbroken surfer’s lament. He’s standing on the shore watching his ex-girl frolic, too depressed to even pick up his board. “There’s no more fun in surfing,” he wails.


This seems like a pretty jaded, New York view of California. “You’d get your heart stomped on there too,” is the message, “and life would suck just as much. Bah humbug!”

“Teardrop” has a companion piece on the B side of the album written from the girl’s perspective. “Johnny won’t surf no more, and I’m the one to blame,” she says. It’s intimated that Johnny is dead, so maybe it’s not exactly the same story, but close enough.


“Johnny” is supposed to be the album’s “Surfing” song, which is splitting hairs if you ask me. But it’s got a nice groove and I like the way Jeannie Larimore bends the vowel at the end of every line. This is my favorite of the Soundsville! songs so far, and it’s not impossible to imagine Nico singing it. I’m going to go do that right now while enjoying a tasty beverage; we shall reconvene at a later date.

Don’t Turn My World Upside Down

The most ambitious project Lou Reed was involved with during his time at Pickwick International was a concept album called Soundsville! Its 11 songs are supposed to represent 11 different styles of music divided by geography (New York, Philadelphia, England, Nashville, Detroit, Chicago, and “the West Coast”) as well as lifestyle (Surfing, Hot Rod, Motorcycle, and Campus).

It’s a sham, though. All the songs were written by the Philips/Reed/Vance/Sims team and recorded by the label’s in-house musicians. Author Aidan Levy calls Soundsville! a “budget record par excellence,” a backhanded compliment if ever there was one. But it’s pretty successful on its own terms; if they don’t convincingly sound like 11 different bands, they at least manage to produce a thoroughly disorienting listening experience.

The first song is the “Nashville” one and is credited to the J Brothers, a frequent pseudonym for the revolving-door Pickwick crew. (Does the “J” stand for “joint”? It’d be cooler if it did.) A melancholy shuffle, it seems an odd choice for leadoff track; someone expecting a rock’n’roll record might have ripped it off the turntable and hurled it across the room. And I’m no country expert, but to my ear it sounds more Texas than Nashville.


It sounds a little unfinished, too; room was left for a guitar solo that never materializes. But what do you want for $1.98? That was the list price for the album, anyway; I paid 20 bucks for it, but we’ll get our money’s worth over the next few weeks.

Love Can Make You Cry

Because I am a little slow on the uptake, I did not notice at first that the song “Maybe Tomorrow” — which is credited to “Ronnie Dickerson” on the Pickwick compilation LP — is the same one that had been released on a 45 under Robertha Williams’ name. That would seem to clinch it that they were one and the same. Why the subterfuge? Who knows — the ways of the Long Plastic Hallway are arcane and impenetrable. You can be sure that, one way or another, it made or saved the company some money.

That leaves one Dickerson song we haven’t covered, “Love Can Make You Cry.” I should take a moment here to thank “Clare Onions,” whose YouTube channel has helpfully posted many of these songs, absolving me of the responsibility of tracking down the LP.1I think she likes this music more than I do. I mean, it’s fine; this song is atmospheric, the lead vocal performance is solid, and the brassy backup singer tries again to mount a coup, coming on like Frankie Valli (or is it Frankie Lymon?) in the choruses.


But I must admit I’m antsy to get on to the real stuff. And I bet Lou was too. Getting a regular paycheck is nice — precious few people in the music business ever do — but he knew there was more to life than cranking out quickie pop songs for second-tier artists. “While I was doing that, I was doing my own stuff and trying to get by,” he said later, “but the material I was doing, people wouldn’t go near me with it at the time.”

Even so, as time went on, Terry Philips (Lou’s boss) started to get a smidgen of leeway from his boss (Cy Leslie) to experiment a little bit as long as the bottom line remained solid. That’s where we’ll pick up next time.

Oh No, Don’t Do It

Upon reflection, it’s a bit odd that the four “Ronnie Dickerson” songs written by Lou Reed and his team were used as album filler, rather than released as singles. It may be that they were deemed commercially unpromising, though this one is pretty catchy:


The reference point here is probably Marvin Gaye’s “Baby Don’t You Do It,” which was a few months old at the time and had been a hit (if not a huge one by Marvin’s standards). But “Oh No” is a different beast musically, with a pseudo-Jamaican downbeat rhythm and ominous piano notes floating in the background. It’s promising and then — in keeping with Pickwick’s “two minutes is enough” policy — it’s over.

What About Me

I note that the release date of Light in the Attic Records’ not-entirely-accurately-titled Lou Reed: Words and Music 1965, originally given as August 23, came and went this week. The website now says September 16, though no physical versions are available to ship until October.

But three of the songs are already available for your listening pleasure: “I’m Waiting for the Man,” “Heroin,” and “Men of Good Fortune.” Since the timeframe in which they were recorded is still a little ahead of where we are in this blog, I’m not going to get into them right now. They are quite different from the songs we know — very raw, sometimes painfully so, but of course interesting. More about that at the right time.

In the meantime, there are more songs from the Pickwick catalog to cover. Four of them are on a compilation featuring three female vocalists: New Orleans legend Irma Thomas, journeywoman soul singer Maxine Brown, and Ronnie Dickerson, a mysterious figure who is possibly the same person as the aforementioned Robertha Williams. It is the latter who concerns us here — all the “Dickerson” songs were written by the Reed/Philips/Vance/Sims team.

The first of these is called “What About Me,” and in contrast to the relatively slick Robertha Williams sides, it sounds very much like it was tossed together over an afternoon. The rhythm plods, the harmonies don’t quite jibe, and the bass player is clearly phoning it in.


Having said that, “What About Me” is not entirely charmless. I like the way the male background singer — who sounds like he had a few martinis over lunch, and is shouting from across the studio — keeps trying to take over. “What about me?” he seems to be asking.

And is that snaky little guitar part a Lou Reed special? Could be. Let’s just say that it is, and call that a wrap for today.

Really Really Really Really Really Really Love

I wouldn’t say “Ya Running, but I’ll Getcha” is a great song, but it has gotten stuck in my head over the last few days, so I guess you’d have to call it successful in that way at least. The similarity to “Run for Your Life” is really quite striking, but it appears to have been a case of parallel evolution.

Up next is a song that Lou Reed noticeably does not get a songwriting credit on; the label lists only Sims/Vance/Philips, with the customary fourth name omitted. Maybe it was written during one of Lou’s trips to the ER? In any case, I am told that he did play guitar on it — you make up your own mind:


Whereas “Soul City” was a Motown wannabe, this is more in a Phil Spector vein. It’s credible enough; you could hear it on an oldies station without batting an eyelash.

Very little is known about Spongy & the Dolls, who apparently existed only for this one single. (I don’t think that’s them in the video.) “Really Really etc.” is the B-side; the A-side was called “It Looks Like Love,” and for some reason is not on YouTube. They’re asking $60 for the single and so, no… we will not be going there. It’s not relevant anyway. Moving on!

Ya Running, but I’ll Getcha

This faux-dialect phrase is the name of a song on a “Design Records” (Pickwick International) compilation album I just got. In true Pickwick style it is a hodgepodge of miscellany, including two songs each by Johnny Rivers, Neil Sedaka, and the Four Seasons. Each side is filled out by two tunes credited to the “J Brothers,” which is the Pickwick house band that Lou Reed played in when he wasn’t too stoned to stand up.

Even at that, the two sides together clock in at less than 25 minutes. Chintzy, but then again, what do you want for 99 cents? The spiel on the back of the album explains why it is actually a fantastic deal; I’m going to share the whole thing with you here because it is an absolute masterpiece of Long Plastic Hallway horseshit:

In creating the Design Catalog we have succeeded in bringing you many of America’s leading recording artists performing tunes which have made them famous. It is these individual performer’s [sic] talents which add so much to your perennial favorite songs, making them so enjoyable that you want the opportunity of hearing them over and over again.

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