Rock and roll. Started out black music, started out being the blues. Started out sung in the fields by slaves, trying to get through their lives day by day.
Changed over the years, but folks never forgot where it came from, which is why there was so much furor over rock and roll when it started to affect white kids. It was why Alan Freed was really destroyed, not because of the official story of payola.
And while Little Richard was blasting this new music into the waiting ears of young black kids, Pat Boone was the one making all the money (try, once, to listen to Little Richard do “Tutti Fruitti” and then listen to Pat Boone singing it — you may just go mad).
It all boiled down to sex, though. It did. Listen to the blues, to early rhythm & blues, listen to that beat and try not to move your body to it, try not to get turned on. Can’t be done, sez I.
But this isn’t going to be a political essay about racism or the music business. And I have no particular judgment over what I’m about to write. I just find it interesting, and hope some of you will find it interesting as well.