Etco!
Jesse Walker | May 5, 2005, 4:14pm
Back in the '60s, the FBI spent two years trying to discern whether the lyrics to "Louie, Louie" were obscene; it concluded that they were "unintelligible at any speed." Now school officials in Benton Harbor, Michigan, have decided the song is indecent even if there's no words at all: The smut-wary superintendent has banned the McCord Middle School band from playing it at a parade this weekend.
[Thanks to Hit & Run regular Fyodor for the tip.]
independent worm | May 5, 2005, 4:40pm | #
Ahhh, reminds me of high school. Allow me to bore you for 2 minutes, if you will, with this True Story of ignorant school authority:
In a small group yearbook photo (about 8 of us for some club or other) I made the heavy-metal-ish sign-language sign for "I live you." Thumb index and pinky up, middle and ring fingers down. What can I say. East Baltimore. 1980's.
So.... a few days later, the teacher in charge of the yearbook sees the photo and absolutely... "flips out" doesn't even begin to describe it. She nearly had a
nervous breakdown. I had to go to the principal, and the vice-principal. They threatened to
expel me from school (public school no less). It was the spring before graduation; I was 7th in my class of 350 or so, with a college scholarship wrapped up.
So what the fuck?
In my defense, I brought in a sign language book from the public library. Very clearly marked was the meaning of this gesture. I showed the principal and the vice-principal. How the fuck can they even begin to suggest that I be expelled because some half-witted 40ish spinster douchebag thinks she's just seen the devil or something? How in fucking hell can the responsibility attach to me?
Despite all evidence and logic to the contrary, they declared that in order for me to not be expelled, i had to (a) apologize; and (b) pay the costs of re-shooting the photo (approx. 10 dollars).
So I go to "apologize," sign-language book in hand. I walk in the door, and she's
trembling already. I was in no way a big scary guy; just your basic skinny high school dork. No spiked leather jackets or any of that. I probably had on cords and an oxford or something. I go to open the book to show her the sign, and she
puts her hands in front of her face and says "No!!! I don't wanna see it!! Nooo!!!!" She absolutely
refused to even consider the possibility that she might have been mistaken, and the whole thing blown out of proportion, and that it was all her stupid fault and not mine.
That day I learned just how fucking far an incompetent bureaucratic fuckhead will go to avoid admitting the truth of their own mistake, regardless of its consequences to innocent people. Formative experience? Fuck yeah. Learned more from that than just about anything else, ever.
Johno | May 6, 2005, 9:08am | #
", I always thought that "Louie,Louie" was controversial because the subject matter was not really what it seemed at all (sexual) but some hidden political meaning. I swear I'm not making this up. I'm still trying to find it on Google...but there really is supposed to be a hidden meaning to the lyrics. I am pretty sure that is why there was an investigation, not simply because it was considered sexually profane."
Smacky, Dave Marsh wrote a whole book about the song, appropriately titled
Louie, Louie, which discusses everything from its original writing to the Kingsmen's version to Iggy Pop's meltdown version captured on, I believe,
Metallic KO. He spends a couple chapters discussing the tempest, which did in fact result in a Federal investigation.
There are two reasons the lyrics are unintelligible on the Kingsmen's version. First, the band, a bunch of rank amateur high school kids, had stayed up all night before the recording session practicing the song, and the lead vocalist's cords were shot. Second, they'd never been in a studio before (they were a local live sensation around Seattle (their big venue was, I think, the Spanish Castle, the same place as in the Jimi Hendrix song)) and didn't know that the one mic coming down from the ceiling would pick up every sound they made, the singer sort of stood on tiptoe and tipped his head back, stretching toward the mic. Try that right now; get on tiptoe and stretch your head toward the sky and shout "ALLRIGHTLET'SGIVEITTOTHEMRIGHTNOW!" and you'll see that you too sound like you've been gargling marbles.
The subsequent investigation was an entertaining prelude to the "backward masking" controversy of the 80s. Authorities from school principals to the Effa Bee Eye collected transcriptions and listened to the recording over and over, trying to make "I do her again" or "she get a rag on, I move it above" out of the innocuous gibberish on the record. Since nobody could make it out, the nervous ninnehammers concluded that there *had* to be some sinister freaky-sex-devil-worship rot-yr-brain-right-in-yr-skull thing going on. The investigation was finally dropped, and the FBI declared the song "unintelligible at any speed."
In the interregnum between Elvis' big early hits and British Invasion, all the hoopla turned what would have been a minor regional hit on the level of, say, the Standells' "Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White" or the Count Five's "Psychotic Reaction" into a national phenomenon. Naturally.