Marvin Rainwater-Hot and Cold
“Give me
some of that rock and roll, I’m hot and cold.” So runs the chorus of this tune
by Marvin Rainwater. This rockabilly song is one that I could well imagine The
Fall covering, if they haven’t done so already. It’s the sort of spikey,
sparse rockabilly that would be right up Mark E Smith’s street (or alley, I guess.) think
that if it hasn’t appeared on a live Fall CD or as a bonus track on a single
then it’s only really a matter of time. It’s such an archetypal rockabilly tune
that all the boxes are ticked within the two minutes 10 seconds it lasts.
There’s that slappy double bass, with strings so loose it sounds as if they may
fall off without any prompting. There’s that tight, one drum sound-there should
be a rule that for any rockabilly song, the drummer has to a be a rake-thin,
gangly, pasty looking kid standing behind a single snare drum, just knocking
the shit out of it. (The standing is the important factor-no drum stools
allowed.) Additionally, there’s whoops and hollers (that’s the word-hollers) at
random intervals throughout the song. The best whooping and hollering in rock
and roll (in fact in any song) occurs in Gene Vincent’s “Be Bop A Lula” though
Marvin’s band in “Hot and Cold” run it pretty close.
Best of
all is Marvin’s singing, which is so fast that I can’t really make out what on
earth he’s going on about. There’s the title of the song and references to rock
and roll and rolling rock but little else is readily decipherable. (There is a
tale that Rolling Rock beer took its name from Marvin’s references to it in
this song; it’s a good story but not one that holds up. The beer was first
brewed in 1933 and this tune came out in the mid-fifties. It does sound as if
Marvin had consumed more than one bottle of Rolling Rock prior to recording;
and possibly the odd one whist the tape was running as well.)
Marvin
Rainwater (his real name-he is one quarter Native American and Cherokee) was
born in 1925 in Wichita, Kansas. Isn’t the idea of having Rainwater as a real
name rather than some stage name pretty cool? Rock and roll wasn’t Marvin’s
chosen route into music; he actually trained professionally as a classical
pianist until that career was closed off to him due to an accident which
resulted in the loss of his right thumb. He then trained as a vet but after
serving in the Second World War, he must have decided that dealing with cattle
wasn’t his forte and took up the guitar. He became fascinated with country
music and before long was making a living out it, appearing on stage wearing a
headband and buckskin jacket. His song “Gonna Find Me A Blue Bird” was a
million-selling hit in 1957. As good as that and “Hot and Cold” are, I wonder
if Marvin still had a hankering after piano concertos; did he listen to Brahms
at home whilst wearing rhinestone jackets and dreaming what might have been?
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