Joe Strummer at 60

Joe Strummer would have turned 60 years old on August 21. That this vital, generous, tempestuous, brilliant, flawed, fearless man is not here to mark the occasion still feels like a punch in the gut.

In the decade since his sudden death at the age of 50 (of a congenital heart abnormality), there’s been a tendency to pin angel wings on Strummer, which is the last thing he deserves. He was no savior, he was just a musician who wasn’t afraid to speak difficult truths, who had a deep curiosity about cultures other than his own, who leaned proudly left and believed that music could be a consciousness-raising medium to combat inequality and oppression. He made a lot of mistakes;  he let pettiness towards Clash mate Mick Jones ruin the only band that mattered. But the foundation that the Clash laid as a political band, and as a musical melting pot, remains solid. The world-shaking roots-rock-reggae punk charge Strummer, Jones, bassist Paul Simonon and drummers Topper Headon and Terry Chimes set on their first three records still sounds fresh, alive, shattering, today. The reggae and rap they championed (and incorporated into their sound)  have become the dominant underpinning of pop music today. In the early ’80s, I saw Clash fans boo opening act Mikey Dread, the band’s dub reggae cohort, off the stage,  and throw cups of beer at Grandmaster Flash opening one of the legendary “Clash on Broadway” shows at Bond’s in Times Square. The children of those fans are now happily listening to dubstep and rap, and ain’t karma one efficient bitch?

Looking back at Strummer and the Clash through the prism of time, I find that I can’t separate my fan feelings from my critical judgment. They were a thrill of sound and righteous fury and, yeah, I admit it, weird sex appeal. My memories of  Strummer now are a jumble of images, emotions, events imperfectly recalled. The way his left leg pumped in time with his furious down-stroke strumming. His piercing, shining eyes and Dickensian teeth (when he got them fixed, it felt vaguely like selling out, but in fairness, maybe the guy just wanted to be able to chew his food).  That gruff voice that crackled with anger and humor, often at the same time. My first Clash show, March 9, 1980, Boston’s Orpheum Theater, and how dangerous and transgressive it all felt to be attending this riot set to music, which was like nothing I had ever experienced before, or since. A crazy adventure in New York seeing the Clash play the steaming sauna of Bond’s, which felt like (and looking back at the media coverage, was)  the center of the universe that night.

There were back-to-back shows on the Combat Rock tour, Sept. 7 and 8, 1982, riding the Orpheum balcony as it bounced up and down from the vibration of stomping feet. Weekly trips to the out of town newsstands in Boston for the British music papers for Clash news, and indie record stores for their latest import singles. And a night at the decrepit Cape Cod Coliseum in 1982, when I met the Clash for the first and only time and was too wobbly to say anything of substance, not that it mattered. Strummer was silent and either exhausted or stoned;  his eyes were hooded and evasive. I still have the ticket stub that they signed for me.  Strummer’s signature, in ballpoint pen, has faded away and is barely readable next to the brighter permanent Sharpie autographs of Jones and Simonon. As I look at it now, I realize something:  The date of the show was August 21, 1982. It was Strummer’s 30th birthday.

The Best of Joe

1. “London Calling” (from London Calling, the Clash).  “The ice age is coming/ The sun’s zooming in …”  Within an apocalyptic vision of a world on the edge of collapse from war, greed, environmental folly,  Strummer tries to rally a ragtag opposition — an Occupy Movement before its time? — with his cawing, spine-tingling rebel yells.

2.  “(White Man) in Hammersmith Palais”  (from The Clash).  Strummer speaking the unvarnished truth about youthful indifference to history, both musical and political. But rather than merely point fingers at others, Strummer saves the harshest sneers for his own predicament. Is it possible to retain your integrity when you’re “turning rebellion into money”?

3.  “Safe European Home” (from Give ‘Em Enough Rope, the Clash).  Joe and Mick go to Jamaica and find that, despite being ganja-and-reggae-besotted musicians, they’re still white Englishmen. What it’s like to be looked at as an outsider in a culture that you love;  a lesson in racial sensitivity for all concerned. And, damn, those guitars are ferocious.

4. “I Fought the Law” (from The Clash). One of the greatest cover versions ever. The Clash’s punk essence boiled down into 2:38.  Louder than hell.

5.  “Armagideon Time”  (single, The Clash; also on the anthology Black Market Clash). A cover of Jamaican musician Willi Williams’ song, released in versions of various lengths, in which the band falls headlong into dub reggae. Strummer sounds fierce and committed within the hypnotic groove, crying, “A lot of people won’t get no supper tonight …  A lot of people won’t get no justice tonight … ”

6.  “Straight to Hell”  (from Combat Rock, the Clash).  A powerful, mysterious “Amerasian blues” about the human cost of imperialism that’s completely fresh and musically relevant today. And the picture it paints of the most powerful country on earth closing its doors to would-be immigrants is even more heartbreaking.

7.  “The Magnificent Seven” (from Sandinista!, the Clash).  Irresistible old-school, boombox rap, circa 1981, from the massive, brave, eccentric, forward-looking Sandinista!. 

8.  “This Is England” (from Cut the Crap, the Clash). One last gasp of greatness from Strummer’s otherwise depressing post-Jones version of the band. An amazing song, really, a passionate blast of hard truth aimed at the UK’s deeply ingrained racism in an increasingly multi-cultural society.

9.  “Get Down Moses” (from Streetcore, Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros). Strummer’s last studio album with his post-Clash roots-folk-world-music outfit is filled with gems like this one, a nimble reggae-grooved rejection of fundamentalist religious dogma.

10. “Clampdown” (from London Calling).  An anti-fascist, anti-capitalist workers’ anthem that needs to be sung long and loud in Strummer’s honor.  “Let fury have the hour/ Anger can be power/ Do you know that you can use it”.  Hell, yeah!

© Joyce Millman, The Mix Tape, 2012

6 thoughts on “Joe Strummer at 60

  1. Not. Milo. Miles. September 2, 2012 / 5:00 pm

    Thanks for linking to that obit, Joyce. One of my better moments. I researched it all morning and wrote it the same afternoon, almost as quickly as I could type. That’s why you slog out stuff as often as you can — so you’re in shape when the big moment arrives. There’s a factual error in it that an English reader caught, but through an online communication with me he said is was so minor it wasn’t even worth complaining about. The one thing I would change is that I was too hard on the Mescaleros. Even if Strummer was all but announcing that the dream was over, they made a bunch of tough, wonderful sides that hold up to this day. Including, of course, your pick.

  2. jose louis September 6, 2012 / 6:27 pm

    A great read Joyce. And yes that obit link is ace. Turned me into a Milo nut when I first read it. Clipped and stuffed it into my vinyl copy of the band’s CBS debut. Generous, compassionate, but clear-eyed — it should serve as a template for all rock obits. My only problem with the link is it no longer includes Erica Echenberg’s wonderful spotlight spangled portrait of a reelin’ Joe Strummer wearing what looks like a prison uniform.
    Now I’ll check out those videos.

    • joycemillman September 6, 2012 / 8:24 pm

      Thank you! And I’m glad you found Milo Miles, a great music critic and one of my mentors.

  3. Tracy Roach September 24, 2012 / 7:25 am

    Coincidentally, I was listening to Joe & the Mescaleros this morning AND got a FB note from Randy telling me about your blog AND this was the first post I read. Thanks for prodding some memories out of the attic! After the 1980 concert at the Orpheum, I took the band to BCN for an interview. I have a crystal clear memory of standing on top of a pile of records that I think Topper pulled off the library shelves in the studio, talking to Joe very matter-of-factly about nothing. It was a bit of cognitive disonence after having just witnessed his transcendent performance and indicative of who he was. I miss him.

    Glad to know where to find you these days!

    • joycemillman September 24, 2012 / 8:15 am

      Tracy,

      Thank you! It’s great to hear from you! Wow, coincidences all around. 🙂 While I was writing the Strummer post, I found a BCN interview with the Clash on You Tube, the one with oedipus where they ended up singing “YMCA”. Were you present for that one? That band was lightning in a bottle. I feel so fortunate to have seen them while we could.

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