The beat goes on
One of the elements that propelled Simon & Garfunkel’s records,
especially in their later years, was the percussion that gave punch and
punctuation to Paul Simon’s sometimes bookish lyrics.
There was the groovy go-go beat on Hazy Shade of Winter, a song that
referenced “manuscripts of unpublished rhyme” that you could dance to. The
rolling thunder in America. The freak-out percussion at the end of Fakin’ It.
The drum rolls that clear the way for the chorus in The Only Living Boy In New
York. The cannon shots in The Boxer, like knockout blows. And in Bridge Over
Troubled Water, the crescendo of cymbals and drums that give way to that faraway,
submerged beat that starts with the “sail on, silver girl” lyric.
All of it was the work of session drummer Hal Blaine, who died this
week. It’s not a reach to say Blaine sits at one of the four spots on the
mythical Mount Rushmore of rock musicians. He played on more than 150 songs
that reached the top ten. His log of session work makes for a playlist long
enough for a car trip from New Jersey to Maine. Good Vibrations. These Boots
Are Made for Walkin’. The drumroll that kicks in just before the chorus sings
“Batman” on TV. The blues rock beat on Sinatra’s That’s Life. California Girls.
Mr. Tambourine Man. Eve of Destruction.
Dennis Wilson became the Beach Boys’ drummer because he was Brian’s
kid brother. Mike Clark had a cool haircut and that landed him the drumming gig
with the Byrds. Live, their inability to keep time didn’t matter – they could
barely be heard over the screams. For recording, Hal Blaine got the call.
Blaine is responsible for the boom-ba-boom bang, boom-ba-boom bang
that kicks off Be My Baby, maybe rock’s most iconic drumbeat. He found the
Bridge Over Troubled Water drum sound by placing tire chains over the snare drum
and hitting them. On A Taste of Honey, he contributed the boom-boom-boom-boom
bass drum bridge. (And probably deserved a co-author credit).
Blaine played on MacArthur Park. I Got You Babe. Wichita Lineman. Nearly
all of Phil Spector’s hits. Close to You. Let’s Live For Today. Wouldn’t It Be
Nice. Windy. It’s Over. Monday, Monday. Up, Up And Away. It’s a jukebox for all
eternity.
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