Alex Chilton, eternal creator of the tube The Letter, then the legendary band Big Star died Wednesday, March 17, 2010 at a hospital in New Orleans following a heart attack.
Born in the birthplace of King in Memphis in December 1950, Alex Chilton has experienced the unpleasant experience of a premature fame. At 16, a tube The Letter (1967), blues staining nerve propelled him into the charts with his first band is now forgotten The Box Tops . The creative teenager, with his air of revenge and its tone slightly frayed, sees his desires for emancipation circumscribed by sharks studio, fins standing on the beaches gradually invaded by a sound format that unbearable. His ambitions flattened under the boot of a record company which leaves him the freedom to choose his hairstyle or the reasons for his shirts, the feverish teen is invited to bid more unacceptable and must leave the selection of its musicians or arrangements of songs to unscrupulous technicians. Frustrated by this indelicate potentate, the gifted Chilton manhandled slams the door to a world of woodlice and decided to ally with the native Chris Bell even vaguely cursed city and composer to create Big Star, a group no less anachronistic dream. Combining the melodic sophistication of Fab Four (period Revolver) and a certain liveliness to Roger Daltrey in his tracks the spicier are their only goal. A first Number 1 album Record collects the enthusiasm of the profession and the indifference of a generation too traumatic newly freed British nursery rhymes, too chiseled to bawl stadiums, and others before them, like the Byrds have already been exploited to exhaustion of the concept. Give a name to this style of music, so that the star (who will visit three times that of pop heaven seventies, may be identifiable, if not truly explored, it will be the Power Pop.
Record Number 1. 36 minutes of pure ecstasy, ballads and rock unstoppable right-child, nothing will work, the ungrateful public does not relay their small businesses. The teens are diamond sweater musicians , very gifted, almost too, with a sense of Bizness quite limited, and demand for perfection that borders on neurosis. Here, none of the riff seems to chance, the songs are so short but everything is confusing, the apparent simplicity of the melodies portends a more upstream work considerable negative consequences if their second weapon should be done as badly received by the public. Apprehension predictable, the next disc will not sell more, a peak. Chris Bell, tired of all these false starts, saw it very difficult for the disallowance of a public ignorant and abandoned the experiment half of the second album in 1974. He goes quietly verse in his corner, the time for a night skimming the USA and recording informal castle Hérouville. Demos, together on one album give birth to a posthumous album (Bell was killed in an accident in 1978). I'am The Cosmos , released in 1992 joined the ranks of classic reference for some unsurpassable Listeners. His comrade, Chilton, symbolic of the surviving group most underestimated of pop music, has never given up. In 77, between jobs improbable, lumberjack or plunger, a single. Bangkok will remind us that the titi of the seventies had more than one trick up its sleeve spleen. Production of the first album Cramps persuade us of a flair yet on alert for spotting new talent. In 2005, the reformation of a Big Star amputated his limb had cheered the legendary nostalgic and forced indifferent to a rediscovery soothed. His death makes even less excusable neglect of a work swept under the carpet and unequivocally states the urgency of a unanimous tribute to their undeniable contribution to their influence on the current scene ( REM, Teenage Fanclub ) . These smugglers of rare emotions do not make us regret finished a decade so that all the productive genius struggled to clear a place in a bubbling style that remains unmatched.
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