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Saturday, February 1, 2025

How Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" Became the Most Valuable Song of All Time

(austinchronicle.com 7-21-17)

Ryan White begins his new biography of Jimmy Buffett with the transcript of a 2012 hearing before the Nevada Gaming Control Board.

"When you wrote that song, did you have any idea what it would become?" asks a board member.

"It's been a pretty good song," Buffett casually responds. "No, it was written in five minutes about a hot day in Austin, Texas, with a margarita and a beautiful woman. I finished it in Key West. I had no idea."

Buffett began composing "Margaritaville" one afternoon in 1976 after visiting a Mexican restaurant on Anderson Lane and then retreating to a friend's house in North­west Hills. When he landed back in Key West, he polished off the lead single to his 1977 album Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes, an unexpected hit for the largely unknown singer that peaked at No. 8 on Billboard charts and notched the 14th most popular song of the year.

The tune itself didn't even boast the Mississippi-born, Alabama-reared troubadour's best songwriting. It lacks the narrative spell of Buffett's "A Pirate Looks at Forty" or "Havana Daydreamin'," and the emotional tug of "Come Monday," his only previous Top 40 showing. Even as escapist fantasy, "Margaritaville" reads dubiously, a cold beverage covering up relationship regret and disgust at tourists ruining his personal paradise.

Even so, "Margaritaville" casts an undeniably inviting aesthetic. Inside a gentle commingling of steel drums, marimba, and electric piano, Buffett captures an immensely relatable vibe that gave rise to a musical cult second only to the Grateful Dead's. Riding a style dubbed "Gulf & Western," the song's crisp Nashville backing and tropical breeziness seeped country roots into urban suburbs previously untouched by the genre. Today, "Parrotheads" rival so-called Deadheads for the crown of fan clubs transcending their soundtrack.

The literal value of "Margaritaville," however, resides in a watershed 1983 trademark dispute and resolution.

When restaurant chain Chi-Chi's attempted to trademark "Margaritaville" as a drink special, Buffett filed suit. Although a song title cannot be trademarked, the singer's lawyers argued the name was synonymous with his. The restaurant responded that, "If a nexus exists between songs and restaurants, Opposer could claim an equal nexus between songs and the tangible items of the universe."

Whether or not Chi-Chi's defensive legal quip inadvertently inspired a billion-dollar enterprise, by the time the court ruled in favor of the musician, he'd branded Margaritaville across as many assets as possible. Buffett and Margaritaville were now synonymous in the eyes of the law.

Margaritaville Holdings, owned solely by Buffett and his business partner John Cohlan, now umbrellas everything from branded casinos, restaurants, and resorts across the world to a jewelry line and merchandise of nearly everything imaginable. Earlier this year, the company announced plans for "Latitude Margaritaville," retirement communities for Parrotheads "55 or better." Mean­while, their Landshark Lager and Margarita­ville Spirits continue to grow in market share, contributing to Margaritaville Holdings raking in $1.5 billion last year.

For his part, Buffett ranked No. 13 on Forbes' 2016 list of wealthiest American celebrities, with a net worth of $550 million. Other musicians rank higher (Sean Combs, Jay-Z, and Dr. Dre), but none with success stories built upon a single song.


One Particular Harbor

Austin's Jerry Jeff Walker first introduced Jimmy Buffett to Key West in 1971. The latter was on the run from Nashville, recovering from his flopped first album, Down to Earth, and a recent split from his first wife. Walker had royalties to burn after the success of 1968 hit "Mr. Bojangles," so he hosted his protégé there, and in doing so fed right into his friend's familial seafaring background – fostering a Caribbean awakening that changed the course of Buffett's life.

Moreover, as Walker settled into the progressive country scene of Texas in the early Seventies, he connected Buffett to the burgeoning alternative to Music City.

"Everything was adventurous enough in the Seventies that Austin was an obvious second home to [Buffett], at least spiritually," offers Ryan White. "Both Austin and Key West had a lot of that same outlaw spirit in common, but the difference was that Austin had clubs, and proximity to Houston and Dallas, so you could play around and make a living. He did well enough in Texas to be able to go all over."

If not exactly a fixture, Buffett at least became a familiar fellow traveler among local songwriters. He honed his solo act at Castle Creek with performances relying as much on a definitively Southern raconteur approach to stage patter as his songs themselves. During a multiple-night run at the seminal Lavaca Street listening room, Buffett also acquired the first piece of his Coral Reefer Band when Roger Bartlett convinced him he needed a lead guitarist.

"He came from the singer-songwriter background where he had the onstage rap going that was so common to those guys, and of course a great sense of humor and storytelling ability that was always entertaining," attests veteran Austin country purveyor Gary P. Nunn, whose Lost Gonzo Band helped define the cosmic cowboy movement while backing Walker and Michael Martin Murphey. "Jimmy was just always the nicest guy and so friendly and easygoing. It was the same vibe, just having a good time and celebrating life and enjoying ourselves, but there are apparently a lot more Parrotheads than there are cosmic cowboys."

Buffett found a common ethos in the local roots scene, as well as songs he would make his own. He recorded Willis Alan Ramsey's "Ballad of Spider John" and Keith Sykes' "The Coast of Marseille," with the latter eventually moving to Key West and joining the Coral Reefer Band. Buffett also appeared at Willie Nelson's inaugural 4th of July Picnic in 1974 at Texas World Speedway.

"Buffett wasn't really country," admits local genre pioneer Bob Livingston. "Jerry Jeff and Murphey were both folkies, but what made them folkies was the fact that Herb Steiner played steel guitar with us. Buffett was on the fringes of that. He was a little more mellow, certainly more than Jerry Jeff. He really had that island feel.

"Jerry Jeff would go against the grain at any cost, but Buffett just made his own grain."

"Austin paid attention because they paid attention to interesting things, and Jimmy was doing interesting songs," asserts White. "He fit in. He's always had an ability to fit in with whomever he's around. That speaks to his business success too, because he can fit into a room. He's as comfortable with barflies as he is business suits. He's always been able to do that."


Radio Margaritaville

Traditional songwriting riches generally depend on royalties, a diminishing revenue source in the streaming era. "Happy Birthday" still tops the all-time list, yielding over $50 million, although the song entered the public domain last year. Other perennial earners include "White Christmas," "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'," "Unchained Melody," and McCartney and Lennon's Beatles chestnut "Yesterday."

Atop "Margaritaville," Jimmy Buffett charted an entirely different route to riches.

In securing trademark to the name, its composer took the song from a mere copyright to a multinational empire. Everything's connected in Buffettland. Characters from his songs re-emerge in his novels. A new musical, Escape to Margaritaville, landing in Houston this October, weaves its narrative through a collection of his hits.

Equally notable is expansion beyond that finite body of work. In 1998, Buffett launched Radio Margaritaville, which broadcast his tunes and live shows online, as well as an expansive array of artists that fell into his general aesthetic, a thread running from Bob Marley to the Zac Brown Band. Headquartered in Austin, the station got picked up by SiriusXM and Dish Network. Following suit, the digital arm of Margaritaville, already a powerhouse in fan data mining and engagement, is developing content including mobile games and its own video channel.

"Really, the closest analogy I've come up with is Star Wars, which also came out in 1977," says White. "Just the way there was this original thing that's expanded to where everything has become part of this universe. Radio Margaritaville came out of an artist taking advantage of the internet when the rest of the industry was still focused on selling CDs."

Unsurprisingly, other artists have begun to follow the script. Not that branding and merchandising is in any way new to music, of course. From Fab Four lunch boxes to Dolly Parton's Dollywood, enterprising artists capitalize on their brands. Willie Nelson's entrepreneurial efforts, from biodiesel to weed, encompass a cultivated aesthetic. Dr. Dre's cut of the $3 billion acquisition of Beats by Apple netted him the largest single-year earnings by any living musician, according to Forbes.

As such, Sammy Hagar's Cabo Wabo brand may be the most analogous to Buffett's Margaritaville success. The onetime Van Halen frontman sold his tequila company, named after his 1988 song, to Gruppo Campari for $91 million. He retains the branding for his chain of Cabo Wabo bars, and last year announced a new liquor line.

Likewise, country star Kenny Chesney serves as Buffett's closest genre and business acolyte. Look no further than the former's brand of Blue Chair Bay Rum and the growing following for his No Shoes Nation – complete with No Shoes Radio. According to Forbes, Chesney now ranks as the second highest earner in country music behind only Garth Brooks. If 1990s Nashville got overrun by pop crossovers "gone country," then the past decade has been characterized by country artists gone fishing.

Savvy artists, from hip-hop to country, are today as keenly aware of their brand as their band, and the opportunities to merchandise it. That's a decidedly fine line for artists to tread, but also increasingly a reality they can't afford to ignore. Had Jerry Jeff Walker marketed his own brand of sangria wine and made Terlingua a destination experience, cosmic cowboys might be as ubiquitous as Parrotheads.

https://www.austinchronicle.com/music/2017-07-21/how-jimmy-buffetts-margaritaville-became-the-most-valuable-song-of-all-time/

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Candid thoughts on Bocas del Toro, Panama


(evanquarnstrom.com 4-14-24)

There exists a category of destinations I’ve visited that can best be summarized by: “I don’t regret coming here, but I don’t have much desire to come back anytime soon.” And it’s not that these destinations are necessarily bad or unpleasant, it’s that, as I accrue more travel experience, the great destinations start to truly differentiate themselves from the decent, the mediocre, and the ‘meh.’

After spending the past three weeks in Bocas del Toro, Panama, I also toss it into that bucket (at risk of sounding like a spoiled gringo who has the privilege to rate his tropical vacations).

I mean, on paper Bocas is great. The postcard-worthy Caribbean isles off the mainland of Western Panama were ‘discovered’ in 1502 by Colombus himself. The islands have transformed into a tourism hotbed complete with a small airport that shuttles passengers from Panama City. You can go diving, snorkeling, ATVing, swimming, fishing, surfing, and hiking. In Bocas you don’t have to go far to find electric blue water lapping up against palm tree-lined, white sand beaches where rambunctious howler monkeys frolic and pensive sloths lumber.

Bocas del Toro is also a melting pot of Panamanians. On Bastimentos Island you’ll find the creole-speaking Afro-Panamanians, descendants of Jamaican immigrants who were the first non-natives to settle these islands in large numbers. And if you keep your ears open around the bustling streets of Bocas Town, you’ll hear indigenous languages, plenty of Mandarin, and, of course, the Panamanian dialect of Spanish frequently interjected by their favorite swear word, ‘chucha.’

To top it all off, there’s surf. Storms and wind spinning out in the Caribbean Sea send chunky, short-period swells to the Panamanian coast during the winter and spring months. The reefs and beaches of Bocas harness the swells astonishingly well to make waves that are fun for surfing — or even epic on their best days.

But, all that said, Bocas hasn’t really been my cup of tea. And it’s been a bit of a mental exercise to try to pinpoint exactly why.

As far as Latin America goes — or even as far as Panama goes — Bocas is expensive. This is the product of island life with excessive amounts of North American/European/Argentinian tourists and ex-pats. To dodge the steeper prices, I did two weeks of hostel dorms when I arrived in Bocas, only to remind myself that, at 32 years old, I am truly aging out of shared rooms.

Transportation was a bit of an issue for me in Bocas. For many, this may not be the case, but for a surfer (or someone who enjoys getting into the outdoors) it can become a problem. Transport between islands is done by small panga boats. The shortest, most basic routes are typically $5 each way per person (Panama uses USD), or maybe a little more if the boat driver senses you can be duped. These $5-8 rides start to really add up if you want to be on top of the waves. And finding a go-to boat driver is crucial. Before we found our “guy,” other drivers refused to take us to certain spots, wanted obscene prices to take us to slightly farther spots, or were just flat out unreliable. My friend, Nate, and I spent an afternoon getting toasted in the sun when our boat driver never returned to pick us up. As we later found out, he found a more profitable boat tour and didn’t send anyone back to replace him. (Leaving gringos stranded in the midday, equatorial sun is borderline attempted murder.) When we finally gave up on ever seeing that driver again, we flagged down a passing boat driver who, sensing our predicament, noticed he could make a few extra bucks off some stranded tourists — the classic gringo tax.

If you are staying on the main island, Isla Colón, which is where the main town is and where I was for two of my three weeks, transportation is done by vehicle or bicycle on one of two roads that wind around the island. It’s not very walkable unless you are spending all your time in town, which no one does. The scooters/e-bikes were being rented for $40/day and the ATVs were going for $90 for the first day and then $50 each day after that. Oh how I missed the $5 scooters of Bali. The taxis are all Toyota pick-up trucks and shared with other passengers, typically ranging from $2-5 per person — somewhat convenient if you are heading into town, less so if you want to go surfing and check spots. The prices are set for the tourist visiting for a few days looking to dump their wallet, not as much for the full-time traveler like myself who can’t shell out that money for a month straight. So, my solution was going into town (where things tend to be a bit cheaper) and renting a bicycle for $5 per day. I managed to scrap together a surf rack and went on a wild goose chase for an allen wrench to assemble it. While getting around via bicycle was the cheapest option, it was far from the most comfortable. Travel on the pot hole-riddled roads was slow and jarring, oftentimes bumping my chain off the cogs. And the continuous clouds of dust kicked up by passing vehicles would accumulate on my drenching sweat in the extreme humidity.

But most of all, the place is just so geared towards tourism that it’s a bit off-putting to me. And it’s not that there are that many tourists. I actually overhead the locals say that the tourism was pretty dead as the season was coming to a close. It’s just the…vibes…I suppose. By that I mean, tourist prices, tourist food, rolling suitcases, 15-people ATV tours, people who ignore signs posted to not touch wildlife, electronic music parties, so many foreigner-oriented eateries that I am not even sure if I know what Panamanian food is, overpriced restaurants on distant islands whose sole purpose is to serve hordes of tourists brought on tours, etc. Do you get the idea?

In Bocas I was just another gringo tourist added to the equation. Anyway, some tourist destinations manage these “vibes” better than others, but I just felt the tourism levels in Bocas are such that it’s hard to get a real feel for Panama. Even convincing locals to speak with me in Spanish took some insistence. Many of those involved in tourism, whether locals or ex-pats, speak very passable English (or are native English speakers) and had to be strongly implored to join me in speaking Spanish. I noticed that some of the ex-pats who had been living there for many years could hardly speak a lick of español — maybe that alone better depicts what I am trying to explain.

All that said, good surfing is usually the antidote for everything. A magical surf session can wash away the saltiest impression of a place. And while I surfed quite a bit with several fun days, the surf season there in April was coming to an end, so I really didn’t get great surf. I’d say half the days there was no surf at all (quite the contrast to my 21 straight days of surfing in Michoacán, Mexico). If I had been there during peak season, say February, maybe I would be singing a totally different tune. Although, based on what I hear about the crowds in peak season, maybe not.

I spoke to a friend who has been to Bocas twice. He said he had a similar impression as me the first time he went, but the second time he had the trip of a lifetime. Does that mean I need to go back?… While poking around on Google, I can see that I am not the only blogger who had this ‘meh’ reaction to Bocas. One couple explained it well, saying they just “didn’t get” why people fawn over Bocas compared to other Caribbean beach destinations.

I’ve learned over the years that it’s important to keep expectations in check when traveling to touristy places. You need to embrace the place for what it is or you are setting yourself up for failure. But, of course, I am just one person — a stubbornly budget-conscious surf writer with a touch of introvert whose opinion on Bocas was maybe tainted by a three-day spell of debilitating stomach bug. Many clearly love Bocas, as is evidenced by the non-stop flow of tourists that come and take to the streets of Bocas Town on ‘Filthy Friday,’ so take whatever I say with a grain of salt.

As I departed Bocas and took a boat to a grimy, industrial port town on the mainland, I finally felt like I was in Panama. I struck up a conversation with a few young locals who all wanted my first-hand report about a fire that was burning down a building back on the island. Interacting with locals in a non-transactional setting was refreshing, which almost never happened in Bocas.

As I talk myself in circles trying to make sense of my time in Panama, I must clarify that it wasn’t bad at all. In fact, I’d say Bocas was interesting with its windows of fun and several moments of bliss. But are there other places I’d rather have gone that would have saved me a lot of money? Probably. But do I wish I could take it back? Nah. So is the world of travel, you learn as you go.

https://evanquarnstrom.com/2024/04/14/candid-thoughts-on-bocas-del-toro-panama/

(photo) https://skullyshousebocas.com/bocas-del-toro/

Thursday, October 17, 2024

LA LOM Performs "Juana La Cubana"


These guys make me think of hanging out in Miami in the 1960's

Saturday, June 8, 2024

The Beach Boys | Official Trailer


I had time the other day to finally watch this. It was very well done and gives great information for those that weren't there during the Beach Boys' prime and may not know all the relevant history.

Saturday, May 25, 2024

The history of the song "Louie Louie"

(marketplace.org 3-23-18)

Back in the 1960s, the FBI starts hearing about a song with filthy lyrics. Lyrics so dirty that they launch an 18-month investigation to prove how obscene that song really is.

Three nights and days I sailed the sea

Me think of girl constantly 

On the ship, I dream she there

I smell the rose in her hair 

Louie Louie, oh no, me gotta go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby 


Yes, that song is the Kingsmen’s cover of “Louie Louie,” and the reason people initially thought the song was obscene was because the lyrics were so incoherent that they didn’t actually know what the singers were saying.

“[J. Edgar Hoover] has got all these FBI agents listening to ‘Louie Louie’ at different speeds trying to hear these supposed dirty lyrics,” said David Weinberg, a producer with KCRW. “They send a couple of agents to follow the Kingsmen on their tour and watch them play the song. The crazy thing is that ultimately, the FBI conclusion is that they don’t even know what they’re saying. They’re like, ‘we just can’t figure it out.’”

The new KCRW anthology “Lost Notes” chronicles music stories throughout history and features an episode on “Louie Louie’s” strange journey. Weinberg, who helped produce the episode, joined us to teach us about the song’s trajectory.


-The origins of Louie Louie-

That version from the Kingsmen — a ’60s beat/garage-rock band from Portland, Oregon — sold millions and millions of copies. But it’s actually a cover of a song written by an African-American singer and songwriter named Richard Berry.

Berry in turn based “Louie Louie” on a Latin song called “El Loco Cha Cha” that he heard while he was backstage at a show.

His version was a regional hit, performing well on the West Coast before eventually dying out. Later, he sold the rights to a handful of his songs —  including “Louie Louie” — to Flip Records Label for $750 so that he could afford an engagement ring for his future wife, and fellow singer, Dorothy Adams.

Today, that’s equivalent to about $6,280.


-The cover is, objectively, terribly produced-

 The strange thing about the Kingsmen’s version is that it’s a bad recording.

“Like, famously bad,” Weinberg said.  “They’re teenagers. They didn’t know what they were doing. The lead singer was singing into the wrong part of the microphone. He had braces. He comes in too early on a verse.”

At one point, the drummer drops his drumsticks and yells an F-bomb in the middle of the song. 

While you’d expect them to start over, the record producer running the session was a “cheapskate,” Weinberg said, and decided that they should just move on to the next song.

Yep, the Kingsmen’s version of “Louie Louie” was recorded in one take.

“It may be one of the only hit songs to get played continuously with an F-bomb in it that I’m aware of,” Weinberg added.

There are multiple covers of the song, and based on the quality of those recordings, Weinberg said he would place the Kingsmen’s version at the very bottom of that list.

But it turns out that terribleness was a feature, not a bug.


-How the FBI gets involved-

A radio DJ in Boston named Arnie Ginsburg hosted a segment called “Worst Record of the Week.” He picked the Kingsmen’s version of “Louie Louie” for the segment, but people ended up loving it and the song became a nationwide hit.  

“Because the lyrics are so unintelligible and you can’t understand what they’re saying — all these kids get it in their head that the lyrics are dirty, that they’re about sex, and so they write down what they think of the dirty lyrics,” Weinberg said.

Their parents find out about these lyrics and complain to elected officials. The complaints eventually make their way to the  governor of Indiana.

He plays it at low speeds and claims that “his ears tingled because the lyrics were so filthy, and he bans it,” Weinberg said. “And you know when you ban something, it’s like the best advertising you can get.”

That’s when J. Edgar Hoover gets wind of it and tries to crack down with his FBI investigation. 


-Continued success-

Since the Kingsmen’s cover, there have been several resurgences of the song in TV ads and movies.  

“A lot of people, when you say ‘Louie Louie,’ they think of ‘Animal House,’ (1978) which came out years and years after it was a hit. And that sort of brought it back to life,” Weinberg said.

It’s become an easily recognizable song that got a lot of licensing deals and made a lot of money for a lot of people, according to Weinberg. “The Kingsmen made some money off it too, but they also were not getting rich off of ‘Louie Louie,'” he said. 

“[Richard Berry] fought to get that [$750] and thought he had done really well. He just didn’t know what was about to happen to that song,” Weinberg added. “There’s no way he could have known that it would have gone on to become this massive hit and generate millions and millions of dollars.”

https://www.marketplace.org/2018/04/23/history-song-louie-louie/

'Louie Louie': The story behind the song everyone knows but no one understands

(npr.org 10-31-23)

"Louie Louie," recorded by the Kingsmen, began climbing the pop charts 60 years ago. It's a song almost everybody can recognize, but almost nobody understands the words to. And even fewer people know the story of the song's evolution – how it went from West Coast dance hit, to party anthem, with an FBI investigation and Supreme Court case along the way.

The first recording of the song dates back to 1957. Richard Berry, an L.A. musician, recorded a song about a sailor who has to ship out, and leave his girl behind. While the words – written in a fake-Jamaican patois – were an attempt to tap into the calypso music popular at the time (Harry Belafonte was topping the charts), the melodic riff came from a song called El Loco Cha Cha, recorded by Cuban-American band leader René Touzet.

According to music writer Peter Blecha, author of Stomp and Shout: R&B and the Origins of Northwest Rock and Roll, the song found popularity in the L.A. area first. But then Berry took it on tour up and down the West Coast, and its popularity spread.

The song's rhythm made it a favorite on jukeboxes and at teenage dances. Rather than featuring free-form dancing, says Blecha, dances at that time would often require specific steps to specific songs or beats – the mashed potato, the stroll, the watusi. The cha-cha was on the list as well, and "Louie Louie" had a great cha-cha beat.

"It became the required song that every Northwest teenage band had to play at every dance every week," says Blecha.

One of those teenage bands was the Kingsmen. Now there have been other versions recorded by other bands. But this was the one that took the song from regional dance standard to a national phenomenon – even though it's not the best recording.

"The studio that these bands were going in to record had very little experience recording bands – rock bands were sort of new in the area," says Blecha. "It was a jingle studio. They made radio ads for, you know, car lots and for bakeries and for radio stations. So I don't think that they were used to setting up the microphones properly for a loud, pounding rock band." Band members have said the engineer hung a microphone high above them, causing Jack Ely, the singer, to have to shout to be heard. And his enunciation wasn't helped by the fact that he wore braces.

It turned out having words nobody could understand would prove surprisingly important. Dick Peterson joined the band in 1963, stepping in after the original drummer was drafted. And he says when kids couldn't understand the song, they came up with their own lyrics. Dirty lyrics.

"We were on the front page of every newspaper saying that we were corrupting the moral fiber of the youth of America," remembers Peterson. "And J. Edgar Hoover launched an investigation – they woke us up in the middle of the night pounding on the door: 'FBI, FBI!'"

In addition to the obscenity investigation, the song was banned by the Governor of Indiana, and investigated by the FCC, who the Kingsmen eventually testified in front of.

"The magistrate, I guess he's called, or judge, he said, 'let me hear it,'" says Peterson. "And he thought, 'Why are you fighting over this? It's a piece of junk.' And so he said, 'Listen, nobody can tell what it says. I'm going to deem it unintelligible at any speed, and lift the ban.'"

Peterson says the controversy is part of what kept it on the charts. "The kids thought we got away with murder. And from then on we were able to go on television shows – we went on Shindig! five times, Hullabaloo, American Bandstand," says Peterson. "We just went around the country playing concerts and playing to huge crowds."

"Louie Louie" has now been covered a ridiculous number of times.It's a marching band standard, and has been featured in countless advertisements and movies.

It's also been part of a royalty lawsuit Dick Peterson took all the way up to the Supreme Court.

That's a pretty big story for a pretty simple song. But music writer Peter Blecha says that simplicity – in addition to all the drama – is part of why it's been so enduring. He quotes the musician Paul Revere, who recorded another popular early version with his band Paul Revere and The Raiders.

"He said the reason for the popularity is because of its simpleness, its stupidness," quotes Blecha. "He goes, 'three chords and the most mundane beat possible.' He goes, 'any idiot could learn it, and they all did.'"

60 years later, they're still playing it. Because music isn't always about complexity, or even skill. Sometimes it's just about a song that makes you feel good. Even if you can't understand the words.

https://www.npr.org/2023/10/31/1209181745/louie-louie-the-story-behind-the-song-everyone-knows-but-no-one-understands


Sunday, May 19, 2024

The Woody Wagon - pop culture icon

 (from tunnelram.net)

“I got a ‘30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie…you know it’s not very cherry it’s an oldie but a goodie” - lyrics to Jan & Dean’s 1963 number one hit ‘Surf City’

The iconic American woody  (or woodie) wagon dates back to the very beginning of automobile manufacture when car frames were originally made of timber. As metal took over and timber content diminished throughout the 1920s - certain models stubbornly refused to go all-metal. The sheer craftsmanship required to fashion doors, frames and panels out of wood necessitated more time, care and cost. As a result, station wagons with wooden bodies took on an aura of prestige and old world elegance. Pulling up to the country club or golf course in a wooden-bodied wagon became fashionable.

As the automobile matured, so did steel-stamping techniques. Over the decades, steel replaced hardwood in many applications, including frames, fenders, and hoods. Yet manufacturers and custom-body builders still used wood for major sections from the windshield back for station wagons, sedans, convertibles, and trucks. The 1929 Ford Model A station wagon is widely believed to be the first truly mass-produced woodie wagon.

As use of steel became more widespread, designers used wood more for styling. Steel improved body strength and durability, but customers continued to call for the warm look of wood. In a reversal of sorts, as steel stamping became cheaper and commonplace, genuine wood trim became a luxury, the workmanship recalling old-worlde charm. 

While genuine woodies fell out of favor with mainstream buyers and manufacturers due to a lack of durability and increasing cost of production, pre-loved examples found a second life in Southern California. The climate helped preserve the wood, while the commodious interiors proved ideal for surfers to haul their friends and boards to SoCal beaches.


The woody wagon was for several decades the equivalent to today’s high-end SUV and so remained on many auto-makers books long after they should have been consigned to history. The last true American woody was the 1953 Buick Estate Wagon, though even it had all steel doors with wood panels. 

In England, thanks to the Morris Traveler and Mini Clubman - the woody lived on a while longer in diminutive form. The Austin Mini Countrymen was made right up until 1969 and along with the Morris Traveler remains a much-loved classic woody in the British Isles. 

From 1954 the true American woody wagon was no more, in its place manufacturers offered station wagons with wood paneling only. Within a few years even the paneling was no longer made of timber. From the mid to late 1950s manufacturers evoked timber construction with vinyl appliques of  simulated wood grain, often augmented with simulated framework, and later by a simple series of indented grooves in the bodywork. 

Meanwhile the price of original woodies soared as they became scarce. Wood rot saw most end up in scrapyards or left to slowly die on farms, but many have been painstakingly restored and are prized by those with a love for west coast surf culture. Commanding respect now, a restored woody is a bona fide classic car fetching high prices at auction. 

The iconic status of woody wagons has nothing to do with their original  estate pretensions, but due to their use by young surfers as a cheap  way to get their malibu boards from beach to beach through the ‘50s and ‘60s. Some 60 years later it’s impossible to overstate how incredibly influential surfing culture became almost overnight in the US. Kids were buying surfboards in the midwest, attaching boards to the roof of their jalopy despite being 500 miles from the nearest beach.  The Beachboys were the biggest band in America - spreading the gospel of SoCal surf culture from coast to coast and everywhere in between. Suddenly everyone wanted an old woody wagon just like the kids on surfin’ safaris in Beachboys and Jan and Dean songs. The woody was cool.

Thanks to numerous, expensive restoration projects, woody  wagons can once again be seen in the parking lots at Little Rincon, Big  Sur and Malibu. No longer cheap jalopies - a restored woodie is now an expensive, prized possession. 


Although not a true woody, in the 1980s the Wagon Queen Family Truckster as featured in National Lampoon’s Vacation is probably the most famous woody of them all. Based on a 1979 Ford LTD Country Squire woody wagon, legendary customizer George Barris turned it into something gloriously ugly for the cult movie featuring the Griswold family. 

Even Clark Griswold didn’t want the car, but car salesman Ed (Eugene Levy)  convinces him: ‘This is a damn fine automobile if you want my honest opinion. You think you hate it now, but wait until you drive it!’ With Chevy Chase at the wheel on a cross-country road trip to Walley World - the Family Truckster drove itself into immortality. 

The true woody wagon was already there…not at Walley World, but at immortality - all thanks to surf mad teenagers and the Beachboys, 60 years ago. Long live the  woodie. 

https://www.tunnelram.net/news-blog/2020/7/14/the-woody-wagon-a-pop-culture-icon