If you tune in to radio stations, listen to TV commercials, or attend movie theaters, I bet it hasn't been too long since you heard a song written and/or produced by Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich. Was it "Chapel Of Love?" "Montego Bay?" "Baby, I Love You?" "Da Doo Ron Ron?" Or "Hanky Panky?" Did your clock radio wake you up this morning to the strains of The Ronettes singing "Be My Baby?" As you drove to work, did you catch The Shangri-Las' "Remember (Walkin' In The Sand)" on the car radio? When you got home and turned the TV on, did you find yourself popping fingers to a commercial featuring The Monkees singing "I'm A Believer?" Did you recently rent the movie How To Knit An American Quilt and catch the lead characters groovin' to Neil Diamond's "Cherry, Cherry?" Or hear Darlene Love's majestic voice shouting out "Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)" in the film Gremlins? If you recently went to see the documentary Beefcake at your local art film house, were you entertained by scenes of 1950s muscle men posing and preening to the beat of The Raindrops' "The Kind Of Boy You Can't Forget?" And whenever you hear Ray Peterson's heartrending performance of "Tell Laura I Love Her," doesn't it still choke you up a little bit, just like the first time you heard it?
If you're like me, you know these great records like you know your best friend. For lovers of vintage rock 'n' roll, they truly are best friends, and it's a friendship that's been going on for an awfully long time. Wouldja believe . . . forty years??! Yes, that's how long Barry and Greenwich have been on the pop music scene, writing and producing the soundtrack of our lives. (More often than not, they sing background vocals on it, too!)
Jeff and Ellie's music perfectly captures the spirit of teenage America. No, I don't mean the rather brutal current spirit of bizarre tattoos, body piercings, STDS, drug and alcohol addiction, and high school massacres. I'm talking about that fanciful melange of '50s, '60s and '70s youth culture that has taken root in our collective memory: Drive-in movies, dance crazes, cheeseburgers and strawberry malts, pajama parties, top-down convertibles, prom nights, graduation days, and the flush of first love. I would go even further and say that the classic pop songs of Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich are in themselves Americana. They're our American songs, whether we hail from New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Dallas, Seattle, Minneapolis, Nashville, or Shawnee Mission, Kansas. They belong to us, and they represent the very best of who and what we are. Although they've often been dismissed as "kiddie pop" and "bubble gum music," their appeal transcends age, as well as race, class, gender and even sexual orientation! (Take my word for it.) Songs like "Doo-Wah-Diddy," "Be My Baby," "Then He Kissed Me," "Leader Of The Pack" and "Sugar, Sugar" go with growing up in America during those golden years just like catsup goes with your French fries: You couldn't possibly imagine eating the fries without it! Music that has insinuated itself so deeply into our national tapestry (not to mention its tremendous popularity around the world) deserves to be honored. Isn't it time? Time for one or more of the major reissue labels to compile a Jeff and Ellie songbook collection; time for individual artists to record tribute albums to Jeff and Ellie; and most of all, time for Jeff and Ellie to be inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame! Ironically, their songs have been played at induction ceremonies more than once. In a letter dated December 6, 1999, Terry Stewart, CEO and President of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, wrote these words: "There is no doubt that Rock And Roll would not be what it is without the contribution of Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich. At the same time . . . we receive literally thousands of such recommendations, many of which are as worthy." This I find impossible to believe! There are few people as worthy of this honor as Jeff and Ellie, and none more so. They've made a deep and indelible mark on rock 'n' roll; their compositions have been recorded by hundreds of top artists, from Bette Midler, Linda Ronstadt and Bruce Springsteen to Mick Jagger, Mariah Carey and John Lennon. They belong in the company of Jerry Wexler, Leiber and Stoller, Doc Pomus, Phil Spector, and other legendary non-performers the Hall has honored in past years. And by the way . . . Jeff and Ellie have worked with ALL of these inductees! If their talents were so essential to people like Jerry Wexler and Phil Spector, why aren't they essential to the folks in Cleveland? Let's gently but firmly set Terry Stewart straight. Please support a petition effort to nominate and induct Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Just visit the URL listed below, read what the petition says, and if you agree with it, leave your cyber-John Hancock, along with some personal comments about Jeff and Ellie's music. More and more signatures are being added every day. There's strength in numbers . . . together, we can STORM the Hall. Jeff and Ellie are the people's choice, and to quote an activist chant from the civil rights movement, "the people, united, can never be defeated!"
Don Charles
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