Remember Tom Newbold? Before he became manager of The Ferns, Tom and I once had quite the shouting match over Birthday Party’s “Release the Bats” (as previously recounted in the Zero to 180 piece, “Winged Mammal Theme“). At the time of the incident, I was convinced that ‘Newbs’ was merely trying to provoke. The song’s humor eluded me, it pains me to say, nor did my musical range of vision recognize the validity of “shouty” vocals or alternative approaches to melodicism. Only years later did it occur to me that Newbold’s enthusiasm for “Release the Bats” was, indeed, genuine.
I also remember Tom playing Gang of Four’s Entertainment, which I found rather amusing, but not for the right reasons. Newbold’s embrace of punk and hardcore was a minor sticking point, as I had yet to be liberated musically, while my political consciousness was still in a state of deep slumber. But it was impossible not to be swept up in the intensity of Tom’s belief in the power of music as a transcendent force, so when Newbold insisted that we check out Great Plains – led by songwriter and vocalist, Ron House – who could say no?
[L to R] Dave “Manic” Green, Mark Wyatt, Ron House, Paul Nini, Matt Wyatt
(Image courtesy of Discogs)
I’d be lying if I said that Great Plains instantly swept me off my feet. It took at least a handful of shows before I started to understand why Newbold championed the songs of House, who I just now learned was co-owner of Used Kids Records, one of my favorite Columbus hangouts on High Street, along with (the recently-departed) Bernie’s Bagels, where I got to see the Royal Crescent Mob in the mid-80s playing their ferocious brand of funked-up rock, with a rhythm section that rivaled, if not surpassed, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, it is in no way an exaggeration to say.
House’s less-than-tuneful singing voice and the band’s more shambling moments would distract some of us initially from seeing the wit and originality of Great Plains’ music. A turning point for me came, though, when record store owner, Curt Schieber, told me one day at School Kids (upstairs from Used Kids) that a wealthy Dutch benefactor* and passionate Great Plains fan had just underwritten the entire cost for one of the band’s 45s. The deal, unfortunately, was conditional upon the Dutchman also engineering the session, so when Schieber informed me that the recording levels were so ridiculously high as to make the single virtually unplayable, we both had a good chuckle.
1984 Great Plains LP that was, literally, born in a barn
“Pretty” is an adjective I would not use to describe the band’s sound, and yet Great Plains prove they can be melodic when they want to be on this absurdist slagging of Ohio presidential notable, Rutherford B. Hayes – a song that shows the band at their ‘poppiest’:
“Rutherford B. Hayes”
Great Plains (1984)
“Rutherford B. Hayes” (Zero to 180’s choice for an A-side) would remain an album track, sadly enough, that was originally released on 1984’s Born in a Barn, as well as live album, Slaves to Rock and Roll and 1989 UK release, Colorized! (not to mention 2008’s Live at WFMU).
Photo of Ron House by Tinnitus Photography
(courtesy of Big Takeover)
Worth noting that the “Dean of American Rock Critics,” Robert Christgau, would see fit to review Great Plains’ recordings, while Ron House would prove to be a worthy subject for a number of publications, including The American Prospect, The Columbus Free Press, Noisey, and Rubberneck, among others. Would you be surprised to learn that Dr. Demento himself would write and record an intro for Great Plains compilation, Length of Growth 1981-1989, released in 2000?
Today’s piece was inspired by a delightfully nutty smart phone app, Presidents vs. Aliens.
Before you go, though, Zero to 180 is compelled to ask: How many of you learned the US presidents while drinking milk in your elementary school cafeteria?
All you need to know about Rutherford B. Hayes in just 60 seconds – courtesy of PBS
* Don’t believe everything you read, kids. This bit about the wealthy Dutch benefactor and the too-hot recording levels is yet another example of good intentions running roughshod over the truth. Click here for a postscript that attempts to set the record straight.