Stiff Records—The Little British Indie Label That Could, or Almost Could, or Didn’t Quite. . . .

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Stiff Records was known for tongue in cheek slogans and marketing tags.  Their discs claimed to be “Electrically Recorded” and “Mono Enhanced Stereo” (whatever that is.)  Their catalog numbers were pleas to make a sale (or wry comments on …

Stiff Records was known for tongue in cheek slogans and marketing tags.  Their discs claimed to be “Electrically Recorded” and “Mono Enhanced Stereo” (whatever that is.)  Their catalog numbers were pleas to make a sale (or wry comments on the fact that maybe they weren’t making that many sales.)   Their first recording, by Nick Lowe, was humorously catalogued with the number BUY1.  

By Dale D. Dalenberg, M.D.

June 9, 2013 

It was an era of one-hit wonder bands, of counter-culture bar bands who hit it big for a minute then self-destructed or disappeared. It was a knee-jerk reaction to the musical wasteland of disco-pop. It was a rebellion against rock’n’roll, but at the same time it was a return to the roots of rock’n’roll (somewhat). It was ambiguous, a little bit new (electronic/experimental), a little bit old (retro power pop), and altogether to be exploited by the suits who were looking for the next big thing.  

I am talking about the years 1976 to 1985, when Stiff Records, that little British label which seemed to be at the beginnings of the “new” music, was in its first incarnation. I am talking about British pub rock, as it morphed into the first wave of British punk rock, as it morphed into the so-called “New Wave.”  

For me, born in 1960, weaned on classical music, I discovered the Beatles and the Rolling Stones in my junior high years after the Beatles had already broken up. I lived a sheltered life in the suburbs of a white, middle class American city. I knew I hated disco music, but I couldn’t afford to buy records, and the only way to discover new music was to listen to the radio. It took awhile for the corporate suits to figure out how to exploit the New Wave, so I didn’t discover British punk until about 1978 when it was being trashed on a TV documentary as the next thing that had come along to corrupt youth. I still remember seeing the Sex Pistols for the first time in a television news show as representative of a bad trend in music. I knew I wanted to see more, but by the time I had become aware of that first wave of British punk rock, it had pretty much self-immolated or drowned in a pool of its own stage vomit. The Sex Pistols crumpled before they ever got to tour America. But I was ready. Later, while I never got to see the Sex Pistols, I did get to see their brothers in early punkdom The Clash, the greatest show I’ve ever seen in my 52 years of life, and it won’t be matched, because I’ll never be in my early 20s again. It was a whirl of slam dancing and stage diving, political posturing, and great, great music.  

New Wave music was the answer to the staleness of arena rock and mirror-ball discotheque music that had many of us despairing over the radio of the mid-1970’s. There were obvious precursors to the New Wave that had been at it since earlier in the decade, such as Blondie—but it took the pressure cooker of the first wave of British punk, combined with the urban white boy restlessness of an anti-rock, anti-disco revolution to create the New Wave. The term “New Wave” is rather ambiguous, and there is no shortage of bands who despised the term, called themselves “No Wave” and other monikers. My best stab at a definition is that “New Wave” was a new music, not mainstream rock n roll and definitely not mainstream disco, AND that New Wave was a music that existed at the intersection between punk rock, electronic/experimental, and retro power-pop. Some acts had more of one and less of the other of that combination of three main elements. Therefore, the New Wave could encompass acts as diverse as The Clash (heavy on the punk rock influence) and Soft Cell (heavy on the electronic) and The Knack (heavy on the retro power-pop).  

Oddly enough (and I’ve never actually read any other critics who have pointed this out), the same dissatisfaction with the mid-1970s music scene that created punk and New Wave also created what eventually became hip-hop. While punk and New Wave were fermenting in the pub rock bands of the U.K. and places like CBGB’s and Max’s Kansas City, hip-hop was starting its long rise to preeminence on the streets of the Bronx.  That’s another story, but it’s an interesting parallel and worthy of a thesis. While hip-hop has taken over the world, the New Wave never actually went away either. It’s kind of like how the dinosaurs didn’t go extinct but supposedly lived on as modern birds. On radio, in an attempt to categorize the thing, it got called “modern rock” after a while, and now it’s just “alternative.” In the clubs and concert halls, the New Wave continued to exert its influence in a myriad of musical forms, among them post-punk, techno, house, ambient, drum’n’bass, grunge, goth, and probably a thousand others.  

Stiff Records was not the only punk/New Wave label, but it has a special place. First, because it’s British. And Second, because it’s records captured the pub rock that led to punk and the New Wave and included the first recordings by a few of the really important acts of the New Wave. Elvis Costello, Devo, and Madness all had early records on Stiff before they were snatched up by major labels. Stiff had a tendency to catch major acts on the way down or on the way up. They never seemed to be the label where any given artist had their biggest commercial success. The major exception was Ian Dury. His album New Boots and Panties!!, including the hit “Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll,” was at one time or another Stiff’s major source of sales.  I am pleased to say that The Dalenberg Library of Antique Popular Literature owns a copy of this precious vinyl.  

The New Wave was characterized by one-hit wonder bands, and in the case of Stiff Records, most of the bands were no-hit wonders. Only a few supergroups emerged from the New Wave, and none from the Stiff camp. The Police, The Talking Heads, Duran Duran, and U2 are perhaps the most memorable, and to a certain extent Madonna and The Red Hot Chili Peppers trace their origins to the New Wave. But if you mine the Stiff archives, it is impressive how many of the bands capture the quintessential elements of punk and the New Wave as you would have heard it in the clubs in the late 70s and early 80s. For instance, I was just listening to a band on Stiff that nobody’s ever heard of called Department S. They were amazing, full of punk sensibilities with enough synthesizers to have made the transition to New Wave, but they didn’t go anywhere, and they are barely a footnote in musical history.  Another f’rinstance: one of the greatest punk songs ever recorded (albeit a parody of punk) was on Stiff—a one-minute-thirty-eight-second shocker called “Kill” by the comedy band Alberto y Lost Trios Paranoias.

Catalog # BUYIT97 is an extended version single on a full-size disc of Lovich and Dolby’s “New Toy” backed with a B-side song.  We’re not big on autographs here at the Dalenberg Library, but Lene herself signed this one for a now-defunct radio …

Catalog # BUYIT97 is an extended version single on a full-size disc of Lovich and Dolby’s “New Toy” backed with a B-side song.  We’re not big on autographs here at the Dalenberg Library, but Lene herself signed this one for a now-defunct radio station 30 years ago.  


Arguably my personal favorite of the Stiff acts was a strange vocalist named Lene Lovich who, at one point, claimed as her keyboardist the inimitable Thomas Dolby prior to his fame from the song “She Blinded Me With Science.” Lovich and Dolby had a minor hit together called “New Toy,” an infectious number that you can’t get out of your head. Her first album for Stiff, Flex, is a masterpiece of quirky vocals and New Wave genius, and it is one of the prized pieces of vinyl in the Dalenberg Library.  Interestingly, most of my Lene Lovich vinyls are plug copies discarded to used record stores from defunct radio stations, so I may be the only person in America who actually collects her records, because apparently nobody bought them.  

 

NYC's topless pulp fiction club has a way sexier blog than this one

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​www.hardcasecrime.com

​www.hardcasecrime.com

By Alex Dalenberg

May 26, 2013

​Here’s a group in New York City that is probably doing more for the cause of pulp fiction than this lowly blog ever will. Behold, The Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society, whose motto is “Making Reading Sexy”.

Fair warning, the link contains plenty of nudity, it’s tasteful, but probably NSFW.

The society’s stated mission:

We’re a group of friends, and friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends, and complete strangers, who love good books and sunny days and enjoying both as nearly in the altogether as the law allows. Happily, in New York City, the law allows toplessness by both men and women. So that’s the way we do our al fresco reading. If you’re in New York and the weather’s good, won’t you join us sometime…?

Not sure what I can add to this other than the fact that the group reads a lot of Hard Case Crime novels. Their website says the folks at Hard Case have even given them some free promotional copies. Not surprising, since this is probably exactly the kind of exposure (pun intended) that the company is looking for.

This came to my attention in The New York Daily News. The group’s founder, who asked not to be named for privacy reasons told reporter Alexander Nazaryan:

“A friend and I decided to start a group to take advantage of the legal rights we already had but weren't using,” A.A. says, noting that she wanted to enjoy the same freedom as men who freely lounge on park grass with no thought of exposing their chests, whether they be pale, flabby, hirsute, tattooed or some grotesque combination of all of the above.

The message seems to be getting across. According to The New York Times, the entire city police force recently received a reminder that they are not to detain or cite women for toplessness.

Old wedding cake fetches a hefty profit at auction

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A slice of ​Grover Cleveland's wedding cake still survives, and it would likely demand a healthy price.Photo Credit: The Grover Cleveland Birthplace​

A slice of ​Grover Cleveland's wedding cake still survives, and it would likely demand a healthy price.

Photo Credit: The Grover Cleveland Birthplace

By Alex Dalenberg

May 20, 2013

​You've heard that you can't have your cake and eat it too, but here are some vintage collectibles where that is literally not a problem.

Because you would never want to eat this cake.

Yes, old cake is the latest collectible craze. So says The New York Times, which gets ragged a lot for selling these freakish anecdotes of the one percent as trend stories, but let the haters hate. If there is really f***ing old cake out there and at least one person is willing to pay for it, I'm trying to read about it. 

Read the wholeTimes ​piece here, but the gist is this: decorative cakes, packaged as party favors for celebrity weddings, are in demand. A piece of Queen Victoria's 1840 wedding fruit cake sold for $50,000, according to the Times.

I think the spirit of the article is summed up in this quote:

"Old cake somehow mesmerizes museumgoers. “It just sears itself into people’s consciousness,” said Sharon Farrell, the caretaker of the Grover Cleveland Birthplace in Caldwell, N.J. The museum owns desiccated fruitcake made for the president’s 1886 wedding to Frances Folsom."

​That makes a certain sense to me. We have a gut-level connection to edibles (pun intended) because we've all (hopefully) eaten a piece of cake. We really can't relate to 1880s fashion or being really excited about the invention of the incandescent light bulb, but, whoa, they ate cake too. 

Incidentally, we did a little digging on the Cleveland wedding cake. Museum legend has it that, sometime in the 1950s, a Cub Scout took a bite on a dare. This according to RoadSideAmerica.com.

Digging into the dime novel collection: Tastes have definitely changed

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New York Five Cent Library #150. ​From 1895, this edition sports a title that isn’t offensive, but definitely wouldn’t mean the same thing today. It took a while for this usage to go out of
fashion--they were still making movies in the 1930’s w…

New York Five Cent Library #150. From 1895, this edition sports a title that isn’t offensive, but definitely wouldn’t mean the same thing today. It took a while for this usage to go out of fashion--they were still making movies in the 1930’s with titles like “The Gay Divorcee.” 

By Dale D. Dalenberg, M.D.

May 19, 2013

What did one read on the stagecoach or the train in the 1890s?  Chances are it was a cheap, hastily written “novel,” the latest in a series of so-called dime or half-dime libraries. These lurid tales ranged from mysteries to historical fiction to proto-science fiction.  Many were boys’ stories featuring Wild West themes or sports adventures. This “dime novel” format ruled popular fiction between 1860 and 1900 and it was in many ways the direct forebear of most of the popular literature formats that came later, specifically comic books, pulp magazines, and ultimately the popular paperback novel.

The dime novels peaked as nostalgia items in the 1940s and 1950s when collectors who remembered them from their youth in the late 19th Century formed clubs, traded scarce issues and drove up prices. Nowadays, only a few specialists even know what they are.  Other than the early Beadle & Adams editions (the original dime novels of the 1860s), most of these were printed on cheap acidic paper and have crumbled away decades ago. 

The Dalenberg Library of Antique Popular Literature boasts 600 of these precious paper artifacts. Some are crumbling away, but many are very well preserved thanks to somebody’s grandpa who stapled them into manila folders for preservation. We have since liberated most of them from this primitive archival method and placed them in acid-free mylar sleeves. The trick is to keep them out of the sunlight so they don’t turn so black you can’t read them, and to keep them in a humid enough environment that they don’t turn brittle and crumble, but not so humid that they mold. 

Our collection ranges from publication dates of 1860 to 1927, with most of our issues dating from the 1890s. The Frank Reade, Jr., series is highly prized by science fiction collectors as an example of proto-science-fiction in the Jules Verne tradition. Many of the issues of another story paper, Tip Top Weekly, feature early sports covers, including baseball, football, and basketball depictions from the 1890s and 1900s.  However, while the cover art is fun, the stories are uniformly awful, hastily written, and of little literary value. This was a disposable literature, intended for the stagecoach or train ride and then for the rubbish heap. 

In later posts, we can delve into the role of the dime novels in early American science fiction, and other interesting topics. But today, as we just begin to scratch the surface of the dime novel collection, it seems that there is one most important observation about this extinct literary medium:  that is, the perspective the dime novels offer on 19th Century literature, and how different that is than the classics we are used to reading. The fact is that most of the American authors we still regularly read from the 19th Century — Walt Whitman, Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson, Mark Twain — were all way ahead of their time and are not representative of their era.

The Five Cent Wide Awake Library #1151 from 1892 features the “boy” epithet for an African American person in its title. It doesn't get any better after the cover. Reading through
this issue, it soon becomes clear that when the character isn’t being…

The Five Cent Wide Awake Library #1151 from 1892 features the “boy” epithet for an African American person in its title. It doesn't get any better after the cover. Reading through this issue, it soon becomes clear that when the character isn’t being called “boy” he is being referred to as a “coon.”  This dime novel cover is drawing on the 19th Century minstrel show depiction of black people, exaggerating the ears and the lips, and portraying the character made up in blackface to bring out those features.  It is not generally remembered today, but blackface was not only used by white performers (like Al Jolson), but black performers themselves also sometimes used blackface. 

Some people nowadays argue over whether “Huckleberry Finn” should be in the school library because Mark Twain used the N-word in that book. Case in point, this sanitized,edition released in 2011 that edited out the book’s incidences of crude racial language. But if they could read what the 19th Century public was really consuming on a daily basis in the form of dime novels, they would be horrified. They would soon forgive Mark Twain’s choice of words.  To put it bluntly, there is nothing politically correct about 19th Century dime novels. All the Mexicans are “greasers,” all the African Americans are “darkies” or “coons.”  Cover art depicts fearless pioneers thrusting their knives to the hilt in the bleeding chests of Indians. Cruelty to animals is commonplace. There is a reason beyond poor prose why this literature has been forgotten. These stories would simply not be tolerated today. 

So why read the dime novels, if they are so hastily written and awful, and if they are so offensive to modern sensibilities?  A few possible reasons:

The dime novels are historically important as the grandfather of most of the cheaply produced mass entertainment that was available since the dawn of the Industrial Age to the advent of television.  The dime novels morphed into the pulp magazines (around the turn of the 20th Century), the comic books (in the 1930s), and paperback novels (starting in the late 30’s and achieving a Golden Age of their own in the 1940s and 1950s). 

Log Cabin Library #397 from 1896 features a cover portraying
not only cruelty to American Indians, but also cruelty to animals, in the
service of a comic tale.  Balloons showed
up a lot in dime novel covers, along with a lot of other fantastic …

Log Cabin Library #397 from 1896 features a cover portraying not only cruelty to American Indians, but also cruelty to animals, in the service of a comic tale.  Balloons showed up a lot in dime novel covers, along with a lot of other fantastic 19th Century Jules Verne-inspired conveyances.  This was still more than a decade before the Wright Brothers.

In kind of a sick way, the dime novels are refreshing for their utter lack of political correctness.  At the same time, they give us a glimpse into the Anglo-centric, insensitive thinking of their era.  They were written at a time when the imperialism of the British Empire was still in full bloom and the hands of natives in the Belgian Congo were being chopped off by the basketful for bounties. Africans, Native Americans, and Australian aborigines were all fodder for the dime novel mill.  If non-white ethnic characters appeared in the stories in guises other than attacking natives or marauding Indians, they were usually relegated to the roles of sidekicks and comic relief. 

As literature, the dime novels provide a foil to the required reading lists we all remember from school. The weekly issues of the half-dime libraries are the television episodes of their era, not the art-house movies. The disposable prose of hacks, written for fractions of a penny per word, is a lot like the countless now-lost hours of live TV that existed between about 1939 and the mid-1950s.  An ephemeral literature, but an important ancestor to what came later. 

Traps for the Young: Forgotten book, infamous message

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By Dale D. Dalenberg, MD

May 12, 2013

Earlier this year we wrote about new research into Frederic Wertham’s Seduction of the Innocent, basically the urtext of the anti-comic book crusade of the 1950s. You can read the original post here, but as a refresher, Dr. Wertham basically made everything up.

Less well-known is one of its predecessors, Anthony Comstock’s Traps for the Young (Funk and Wagnalls, 1883), which also holds a special place in the history of literary censorship. We acquired a copy for the library because it relates so strongly to our dime novel and comic book collections.

Traps for the Young is a repetitive, rambling homily against just about any sort of entertainment that can corrupt young people. Our interest in this book comes in Chapter III, in which Comstock rails against “Half-Dime Novels and Story Papers”. He also casts a rather wide net against anything else that can expose young people to the vices of the world, from regular newspapers to gambling dens. The book is fuelled by an arch-conservative, fundamentalist religious zeal. Comstock has a clear disdain for any thought process that could remotely be called “liberal”. For Comstock, “liberal” is the same thing as “libertine” — both dirty words in his dictionary.

Comstock (1844-1915) was a self-appointed morals crusader who rose to a point of considerable influence and leadership. He spearheaded the so-called Comstock Laws in New York and federal jurisdiction that forbade the mailing of obscene materials (the definition of which was extremely broad when enacted in 1873). This inspired a spate of various states enacting their own “little Comstock” laws. As post office inspector, he confiscated reams of allegedly obscene material (most of which would probably be considered tame by today’s standards). He is probably best remembered today for having (later in his life) been the major foe of Margaret Sanger (founder of Planned Parenthood) in her campaign to distribute contraceptives and literature for women about effective contraception.

Our copy of Traps for the Young is an 1883 first edition, cloth-bound in red with an attractive embossed cover in black and gold. The spine is a bit rubbed, and there is general wear throughout. It is ex libris from a couple different libraries, including a divinity school. The front hinge is broken, as the binding at page 96-97. Still, it is an attractive, unusual volume that nicely complements the dime novel collection.