When Sun Records Blew The Lid Off Rock And Roll-With The
Show “Million Dollar Quartet” In Mind
By Sam Lowell
“You know they are
right whoever said it sometimes a picture, a photograph, tells more than a
thousand words, or you name the number of words,” Jack Callahan was telling his
lady-friend, wife, and number one companion of forty-odd years, Chrissie (nee
McNamara and so as Irish as her beau and husband), as they exited the side door
of the Ogunquit Playhouse, the non-profit theater group up in the town of the
same name up in Southern Maine which in the fall of 2016 had brought back by
popular demand the hit show-The Million
Dollar Quartet. (Although it is really a story for another day that
forty-odd years started back in high school where Jack was the high-flying ace
back for the Blue Devils and Chrissie, who had been smitten with him since
junior high school, and he her, finally took matters into her own hands and
planted herself smack dab in shy, socially backward Jack’s lap at Tonio’s Pizza
Parlor one lonely Friday night and dared him to pull her off. They say in the
town legend about that night it would have taken the whole football team to get
Chrissie off his lap. Not to worry though the legend also goes on to state that
it would have taken the whole football team and the water-boys thrown if
somebody had tried to get her off Jack’s lap. Yeah, a story for another day
though.)
Jack’s photograph
reference was to the now famous one of the key creators and interpreters of
rock and roll, ouch, now called the classic age of rock and roll Elvis (no last
name needed at least for anybody who knew anything at all about rock and roll
and maybe just about music and maybe even know if you look at a recently issued
United States postage stamp with the solo moniker on its face), Carl Perkins
(who actually had first dibs of right on a song, Blue Suede Shoes, that Elvis blew everybody out of the water with
but had been sidelined when the deal went down although he eventually made
something of a hit of his own version when it was released), Johnny Cash (a
name known as much for good old boy black-attired country and gospel-oriented
music later but a serious rocker out of the blocks when he was starting out who
travelled with the previously mentioned
artists as they wowed the young things in the backwaters of the South), and,
Jerry Lee Lewis, in the end the most long-lived and perhaps if he could have as
Jack’s grandfather put it, “kept his pecker in his pants” the most prolific of
the lot. Certainly the way he was highlighted in the show, the way the actor
who portrayed him did his bit, stole the damn show in fact there was much in
that possibility. All four, had at various times been under contract to
legendary Sun Records owner Sam Phillips and that photograph taken in the end
of 1956 represented the only time all four were under one roof singing
together. Beautiful.
Chrissie had had to
laugh when she thought about how they had come to be in Ogunquit in the late
fall, a time when she normally did not even want to think about north, north of
their home in Hingham a town on the coast south of Boston. (And more frequently
of late in winter not even that close to north as she kept hammering Jack,
strictly a New England hearty type to get them a nice winter condo in Florida
or California.) The hard fact was that Jack and Chrissie had had another of
their periodic falling-outs and Jack had, in the interest of preserving the
marriage, taken one of those periodic “sabbaticals” from Chrissie that had
helped in the past to salvage their marriage. So Jack had taken a small
off-season cottage in Ogunquit, a town he, they knew well for almost as long as
they had been together having “summered” up there for many years. (A standing joke between them making “summer”
a verb since they had both grown up in Riverdale on the “wrong side of the
tracks” in Irishtown and the only summering they had done was walking to
Adamsville Beach some five or six miles away.) While he had been in “exile” he
would frequently pass the Playhouse and notice the billboard how long the show
was playing for. If Chrissie relented before the first week in November he was
determined to take her to the show. As it turned out, as usual but nothing
negative should be made of the idea, Chrissie had gotten lonely for her Jack
and suggested that she would head north (a real sign that she was missing her
guy) and stay with Jack before the end of October). Hence the conversation on
Friday night as they exited that side door to reach their automobile for the
short ride to Jack’s “exile” cottage.
Of course “luring”
Chrissie to the show was a no-brainer since they both had grown up, had come of
age during the second wave of the rise of rock and roll coming to smite down
their parents Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Peggy Lee et al. music that they had
been previously enslaved to without recourse. (Their respective older brothers
and sisters were the first wave and they passed the torch on.) On any given
Friday or Saturday night Jack Callahan, a legitimate high school football hero
who would go on to be a good if not great college career, and his corner boys,
everybody had corner boys in the old Acre neighborhood of North Adamsville,
would hang around Tonio’s Pizza Parlor putting dimes and quarters into the
jukebox to hear (and re-hear) the newest big rock hits.
(Although it is
really a story for another day that forty-odd years started back in high school
where Jack was the high-flying ace back for the Blue Devils and Chrissie, who
had been smitten with him since junior high school, and he her, finally took
matters into her own hands and planted herself smack dab in shy, socially
backward Jack’s lap at Tonio’s Pizza Parlor one lonely Friday night and dared
him to pull her off. They say in the town legend about that night it would have
taken the whole football team to get Chrissie off his lap. Not to worry though
the legend also goes on to state that it would have taken the whole football
team and the water-boys thrown if somebody had tried to get her off Jack’s lap.
Eventually, after Chrissie had gotten under Jack’s skin and had done something
about it that one Friday night, a story in itself worthy of telling, she and
Jack would spent those Friday and Saturday nights spinning tunes-and other
stuff too. Yeah, a story for another day though. This is about rock and roll
legends and not the hi-jinks of 1950s teenagers so we will move on.)
Back to the show
though. They had had dinner at a local restaurant and then headed to the
Playhouse a little early since neither in all the years they had collectively
been going to Maine had set foot in the place. So they were thrilled when they
saw the stage all festooned with the Sun Record label in bright lights and with
the stage set up to be like Sam Phillips’ wreck of a low rent storefront recording
studio. To top that off in the background rock and roll music was being played
over the loudspeakers- Jack laughed (and sang along) when he heard Warren Smith
doing his classic Rock and Roll Ruby
followed by Jerry Lee’s Mona Lisa.
Jack admitted and Chrissie would too at intermission that they were amped up,
expected to be thrilled to hear a lot of the songs they had grown up with and
hadn’t heard for a while. And they were not disappointed, no way.
Of course the core of
the show was about the fabulous four (not to be confused with the other
fabulous four the Beatles who had worshipped at the shrine of these older
rockers over in Britain when the American teen audience was gravitating toward
bubble-gum music). But there also was a sub-story line dealing with the
hardships of a small record company promoting talent, promoting rock and roll
talent, and in those days most of them were small and would be out of business
without some kind of hit to keep them afloat. So the story line was as much
about the trials and tribulations of Sam Phillips’ trying to keep his operation
afloat-including the unfortunate selling of Elvis’ contract to big dog RCA for
what in the end was chump change in order to keep above water-to keep his dream
of creating rock legends alive.
The other tension was
between the various performers and their desires to make the big time which at
times did not coincide with what Sam was trying to. At the edge of the Phillips
story though is what to do after Elvis got away, and Johnny and Carl wanted to
sign with a bigger record company. And that is where grooming Jerry Lee came
in, the next big thing that Phillips seemed to be able to draw to his little
two-bit operation. Like Jack’s grandfather said if Jerry Lee could have just
kept it in his pants once maybe he could have ruled the whole rock and roll
universe. That was the way the story played here.
Story-line or no
story line (including an additional female singer, a girlfriend of Elvis’ who
represented the seriously under told story of female singers in the early days
of rock and roll) the show was about the songs that Jack and Chrissie came of
age to from Elvis’ classics like Jailhouse
Rock, that previously mentioned Blue
Suede Shoes, and the amped up cover of black rhythm and blues guru Smiley
Lewis’ One Night With You, including those hips moving frantically to
Carl’s great rockabilly guitar (he dubbed the “king of rockabilly” back then)
to Johnny’s deep baritone. And the topping-the actor doing Jerry Lee’s role
doing things with a piano (including blind-folded) that would seem impossible. Made
the joint jump and made both of them wonder why they had been so enthralled and
entranced by Elvis after the first couple of years when Jerry Lee had more
energy in on fist than Elvis had in his whole body. (In preparation for a class
reunion one time some classmate, Jack though it was probably Frank Jackman but
they decided to let the instigator tab remain nameless, posted a comment, a provocative
comment as it turned out on the class reunion website, about who was the “max” daddy, that is the
word the instigator used, Elvis or Jerry Lee. A cold civil war brewed up over
that one with Jack taking Jerry Lee and Chrissie swooning over Elvis but after
the show Chrissie said she probably had to rethink her position on that burning
historical question.) What there was no question about, well let’s put it this
way after that night Chrissie was seriously thinking about taking Jack
back-again. Enough said.
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