Throwing Stones II: If You Sign Me Up
(To Read Part I, click Throwing Stones.)
Part I covered the excessive ticket prices for the Rolling Stones’ 50th Anniversary Tour, then time-tripped to 1960’s London to trace the roots of the band’s branding.
Sixteen months before Andrew Oldham began managing the Stones, the Beatles were the kings of the Liverpool scene and little more. Britain’s entertainment industry was based in London, and record companies had next to no interest in an act from a Northern city that, as Keith Richards would later say, “might as well have been Nome, Alaska.”
But Beatles’ manager Brian Epstein was nothing if not persistent, and as 1961 entered the history books, he had exciting New Year’s news for his unsigned band: They had a shot at a contract with Decca records. Decca would ultimately pass on the Beatles with the soon-to-be-infamous line, “Guitar groups are on their way out.” A year later, the Beatles were a chart-storming sensation, and Decca Records was the laughingstock of the industry.
The rap Decca took for turning down the Beatles was hardly fair. In truth, every major British record company had passed on the band. Decca simply had the misfortune of being the last to do so, and of doing so with such a memorably inaccurate turn of phrase. The Beatles eventually signed with Parlophone, the runt of the litter of labels owned by corporate big dog EMI. All of EMI’s other labels had already rejected them.
Lucky for Decca, George Harrison didn’t hold a grudge. While appearing on the TV show “Jukebox Jury,” Harrison told fellow guest-judge and Decca A&R Director Dick Rowe about a great new band. A rockin’ R&B outfit called The Rollin’ Stones. Having blown his shot at the Beatles, Rowe wasn’t about to ignore Harrison’s hot tip.
The Rollin’ Stones had officially appointed Andrew Loog Oldham as their manager on May 1, 1963. Oldham took the band shopping for new threads on Carnaby Street a few days later. Good timing. The next night, Dick Rowe caught the Stones at London’s Crawdaddy Club. They were even better than he had hoped.
Tired of being lampooned as a tin-eared boob in the teenybopper mags and the mainstream press, Dick Rowe was ready to do whatever it took to sign the Rollin’ Stones. Advantage: Andrew Loog Oldham.
Still too young to legally sign contracts himself, Oldham had formed a partnership with Eric Easton, an old school music biz manager who appeared to be (gasp!) “nearly forty.” While the flamboyant, controlling, egotistical Oldham wasn’t happy about having a partner, he and Easton seemed like a good team in the beginning.
Oldham knew rock and pop. He had press contacts, a vision for the band and a tremendous sense of style. More importantly, he had his finger on the pulse of an emerging market, and was one of the few people to realize that the music business was in the early stages of a revolution. Easton had industry experience, a no-nonsense attitude and the relationships required to shove a band up the showbiz ladder. More importantly, he had the cash to back Oldham.
Easton and Oldham negotiated a phenomenal recording contract for the Stones. The band got creative control, an impressive royalty rate, and the opportunity to eventually own their recorded masters. Decca got the band. It was an unprecedented deal for a new act.
Oldham added a “g” to the Stones first name, subtracted an “s” from Keith Richards’ last name, and booted beloved pianist Ian Stewart out of the band. Oldham believed the talented ivory-tickler lacked the requisite pop-star good looks, and besides, six was one too many members for young fans to adore. Why Bill Wyman’s hair wasn’t fired remains a mystery. The bassist is still the only performer to serve more than 25 years in a major rock band without a single good hair day.
Though he knew next to nothing about recording, Oldham dreamed of becoming England’s answer to Phil Spector. He declared himself the band’s producer and forged ahead. The Rolling Stones’ first single, a remake of Chuck Berry’s “Come On,” made it to the middle of the British Top 40. It was a respectable showing, but the follow-up had Oldham flummoxed.
Record execs expected teen-oriented acts to fade quickly. Their strategy was simple: milk a hit-maker for as much product as possible before fickle young fans moved on to the next big thing. Bands were required to churn out a new single every three months and two LPs a year, plus EPs and promotional product. Grueling tour schedules, radio and TV commitments, and the constant demand for new material combined to create a distinctly Darwinian dynamic. Only the strongest bands would survive.
The Stones’ repertoire of blues, soul and rock ’n’ roll covers worked well in the clubs, but was unlikely to supply a steady stream of hit singles. When the recording date for the second single arrived, Andrew Loog Oldham found himself in the studio with a hot band and no song. It appeared that the Rolling Stones’ career and Andrew Oldham’s dream were both dead on arrival.
(This concludes Part II. For Part III, click Throwing Stones III: Write Yer Own.)
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