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SEAN CARSWELL<br />
SEAN CARSWELL<br />
My Mom the<br />
Rock’n’Roller<br />
(Sean’s note: My mom used to go to<br />
all of the Alan Freed rock and roll<br />
shows back in the mid to late fifties,<br />
and when I was growing up, she<br />
would tell me stories about them.<br />
I’ve always thought that they were<br />
great stories, so I got my mom to<br />
tell me about going to her very first<br />
show. I did a bit of research to fill in<br />
the details that she couldn’t remember,<br />
and I wrote out this story from<br />
her perspective [so as you’re reading,<br />
the “I” in the story is not me.<br />
It’s my mom. I was never a thirteen<br />
year-old girl]. For all of us who<br />
still go to rock’n’roll shows, here’s<br />
an account of what it was like fifty<br />
years ago, when rock’n’roll was<br />
just a baby.)<br />
Cathy Lobasso’s uncle agreed<br />
to take us all to the show. I was so<br />
excited. My father would ordinarily<br />
never let me go. I think it was<br />
because I was the only girl in a<br />
family of three boys. My brothers<br />
could do whatever they wanted, but<br />
whenever I asked my father if I<br />
could do something, his automatic<br />
answer was, “No.”<br />
This was different, though.<br />
Cathy and I could take the bus to<br />
the Long Island Railroad, like we’d<br />
done a hundred times before, and<br />
her uncle would meet us at the<br />
Jamaica station and take us the rest<br />
of the way to the Brooklyn<br />
Paramount, where we’d see our<br />
first Alan Freed rock and roll show.<br />
Since we’d know where we were<br />
going and we had adult supervision,<br />
my father couldn’t say no.<br />
He did say no, of course. My<br />
father hated rock and roll. He<br />
always used to tell me, “That god-<br />
damn music will never last.” He<br />
would only let me listen to it in my<br />
room, with the door closed. But<br />
almost every night after dinner, I’d<br />
go into my bedroom and tune in<br />
Alan Freed’s rock and roll radio<br />
show on WINS New York. Alan<br />
Freed was the best. He had a good<br />
4 ear for music. If he<br />
A MONKEY TO RIDE THE DOG<br />
...she came out on stage wearing a skin-tight silver dress, looking very ladylike.<br />
Then, she picked up her trombone and started blowing. The crowd went crazy.<br />
liked a song and he played it, you<br />
knew it would be a hit. He was one<br />
of the first white DJs to play music<br />
by black musicians. He didn’t seem<br />
to care what color you were, as<br />
long as the music was good. He<br />
was also one of the first DJs – black<br />
or white – to play guys like Little<br />
Richard, Fats Domino, and Chuck<br />
Berry on the radio. Remember, this<br />
was before record companies made<br />
cheap forty-fives. The only records<br />
were the big seventy-eights, and<br />
they were expensive. We never had<br />
enough money to buy records, and<br />
even if we had had the money, my<br />
family didn’t have a record player.<br />
So the only way I could listen to<br />
rock and roll was when Alan<br />
Freed’s show was on the radio. And<br />
I listened to it all the time. I learned<br />
to dance while listening to his show<br />
in my bedroom.<br />
In late 1954, he started promoting<br />
rock and roll shows at the<br />
Brooklyn Paramount. He’d book<br />
ten or twelve acts to perform over<br />
the course of about an hour and a<br />
half. There was a house band that<br />
would play the music for all the<br />
acts, because the show was mostly<br />
doo-wop bands. They could sing<br />
and dance, but they didn’t play any<br />
instruments. Sometimes there were<br />
musicians like Jerry Lee Lewis and<br />
Chuck Berry who played the piano<br />
or guitar, but even they needed the<br />
house band to round out their sound<br />
with drums and guitars and all.<br />
Each act would do one song, and, at<br />
the end of the show, a feature act –<br />
whichever act had more than one<br />
hit – would play two or three songs.<br />
The shows always sold out.<br />
Everyone at my high school went to<br />
them, and they always talked about<br />
how much fun they were. So when<br />
Cathy’s uncle said he’d take us, I<br />
couldn’t wait. I talked to my mom<br />
about it. I told her how much I<br />
wanted to go and she told me, “You<br />
can go. I’ll talk your dad into it.”<br />
Cathy and I met her uncle and<br />
her cousin at the Jamaica station.<br />
Her cousin was our age – thirteen<br />
or fourteen – and she was dressed<br />
in the typical teenage uniform of<br />
the time. We all wore jeans and saddle<br />
shoes and cardigan sweaters<br />
that we wore backwards. Cathy’s<br />
cousin also wore a scarf. Her uncle,<br />
though, looked like the typical, little<br />
Italian man you used to see<br />
around New York in the fifties. He<br />
wore a suit even though it was<br />
Saturday, and he had a copy of the<br />
Daily News tucked under his arm.<br />
He nodded to us and steered us onto<br />
the subway. As soon as we got on<br />
the train, he opened up his Daily<br />
News and started reading. He didn’t<br />
say a word to us.<br />
We got off at our stop and<br />
walked up to the Brooklyn<br />
Paramount. We were more than an<br />
hour early, and a line had already<br />
formed outside the Paramount. We<br />
got in line. Cathy, her cousin, and I<br />
were so excited that we couldn’t<br />
stop talking about the acts we were<br />
going to see and all. Cathy’s uncle<br />
just pulled the Daily News out from<br />
under his arm again and stood there<br />
reading it.<br />
As more people got in line<br />
behind us, more activity started to<br />
build around the Paramount. A lot<br />
of the singers in the rock and roll<br />
shows were guys and girls who’d<br />
started by singing on the street corners,<br />
and who were discovered<br />
there. That’s how Dion and The<br />
Belmonts – the guys who did<br />
“Little Runaway” and “The<br />
Wanderer” – got discovered. They<br />
used to stand on a corner on<br />
Belmont Avenue in the Bronx,<br />
making up songs, and a record<br />
company guy heard them there and<br />
signed them to a record contract. It<br />
seemed like every corner in the<br />
Boroughs had five guys standing<br />
there, singing doo-wop songs in<br />
those days. All of those doo-wop<br />
guys dreamed of being discovered,<br />
of having one hit song and playing<br />
the rock and roll shows. So different<br />
groups of doo-woppers hung<br />
out outside the Paramount, singing<br />
songs for everyone in line, hoping<br />
Alan Freed or someone would discover<br />
them.<br />
While we were standing there,<br />
we could also see the different acts<br />
coming in. We didn’t know who<br />
was who. We knew their music, but<br />
we’d never seen any of the musicians.<br />
We didn’t know what they<br />
looked like. There was a group of<br />
girls behind us, though, who had<br />
been to these shows before and<br />
knew who everyone was. We’d be<br />
standing there and one of the girls<br />
would say, “There’s The<br />
Flamingos,” and everyone would<br />
be talking at once, trying to get the<br />
attention of one of the guys in the<br />
band. The band members would<br />
smile and wave and sometimes stop<br />
to sign an autograph or two. You<br />
could tell the performers loved all<br />
the attention. They were just kids a<br />
few years older than us, and this<br />
was their way off of whatever street<br />
they were from.<br />
With all the activity, the wait in<br />
line didn’t seem too long, and, at<br />
one o’clock, the doors opened. You<br />
couldn’t buy tickets ahead of time.<br />
It was all first come, first serve. It<br />
was the same way with the seats.<br />
You could just take whatever seat<br />
you wanted, so we raced up front.<br />
We wanted to be as close to the<br />
stage as possible. We ended up sitting<br />
in the third or fourth row from<br />
the stage. The seats would be great<br />
for the show, but not so great for the<br />
movie. You see, before the rock and<br />
roll show started, they’d always<br />
show a full-length movie.<br />
Because they charged so little<br />
to get in and they had to pay all the<br />
performers, they didn’t spend any<br />
money getting a good movie. They<br />
always showed the worst movies in<br />
the world. I remember this one had<br />
something to do with giant<br />
grasshoppers taking over the world.<br />
No one watched the movie.<br />
Everyone in the place seemed to be<br />
talking. Everyone except Cathy’s<br />
uncle, who fell asleep as soon as<br />
the lights went down.<br />
We talked all through the<br />
movie. We were so excited; we<br />
couldn’t wait for the bands to start.<br />
I’d like to say that we ignored the<br />
movie, but when you’re in the third<br />
row and these giant grasshoppers