New on Pure Pop Radio 4.19.18: Gilbert O’Sullivan’s “Where Did You Go To”

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Spins and Reviews | 4.19.18

Gilbert O’Sullivan | “Where Did You Go To” | Gilbert O’Sullivan, 2018

All it takes is a song, not necessarily new but often so, to bring me back to my youth, back to my days listening to records in my bedroom, one after another after another still, closing my eyes and feeling each note and change and anticipating, because that’s what you did, the song’s fade. I swear that I could pick up the tone arm of my Symphonic all-in-one turntable without even peering ever so slightly through my closed eyelids and drop it at the beginning of a record to start the listening process all over again with hardly any effort at all and, it should be said, 100-percent accuracy.

gilbert o'sullivan 2018 albumSuch was the memory that overtook me after listening to the lovely first single from the brand-new, self-titled album from veteran singer-songwriter Gilbert O’Sullivan, releasing August 10. “Where Did You Go To” finds Gilbert in peak form, sounding all the world like he always has, singing warm melodies atop his singular piano playing and, this is the most important part: sounding like no one else in the whole wide world.

As “Where Did You Go To” was ending, and the sustained organ note at the close was coming to a full stop, I shut my eyes and remembered the feeling of listening to Gilbert’s first album, the one with “Alone Again (Naturally),” which I’d gotten from the Columbia Record Club. I became obsessed with that album, with that big hit single that graced the top spot on Billboard’s Hot 100, that was all over the radio back in the day.

But it was another song on that first album that captured my imagination even more. “Houdini Said,” a bonanza of melody and clever, stream-of-consciousness wordplay about anything and everything (and then some) seemed somehow otherworldly, yet completely relatable. I continue to play it frequently today. It is, as are so many of Gilbert’s songs, part of me.

I look forward to Gilbert O’Sullivan, to a dozen new songs that will undoubtedly capture my imagination in the same way that most all of the artist’s work has. In anticipation, I will close my eyes and sing to my inner self the opening lines of “Houdini Said”: “Doctor in love who is above/All others close to you…”

black box Where to Get It: Pre-order Gilbert O’Sullivan in various bundle configurations in Gilbert’s store. Pre-order CD, vinyl or cassette at Amazon. Pre-order the digital download and/or purchase “Where Did You Go To” immediately at Amazon.

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It was Beatlemania, Right Before My Eyes!

The Beatles in Help!
The Beatles in Help!

As this day, February 9, circled on the calendar and marked as historic and a watershed moment for all citizens of the world, came closer, my desires floated around the act of revisiting the films the Beatles made–five films that shook the world. Perhaps A Hard Day’s Night shook the world the most and Let It Be shook it maybe a little less because it was, all at once, both a celebration of and an epitaph for a group of musicians who were able to change the universe with guitars, bass and drums. But it was the Beatles’ second film, Help!, that, at the time of its release, opened my eyes to the true excitement surrounding these four lads from Liverpool.

I was 10 years old when Help! hit movie theaters in wide release in late August 1965. Knowing that they would not be able to withstand the crush of preteens, teens and other similarly aged fans attending such a major event, my parents dropped me off at the large, regally-appointed movie theater on Main Street in the village of Farmingdale on Long Island. As a pre-preteen, I was a little nervous to be left to fend for myself, but knowing that I had a quarter and could purchase maybe four or five kinds of candy to help me through this ordeal made me feel better. I opened the doors to the theater and made my way to a center seat. Even then, I knew where the movie theater sweet spot was.

And then, after a short period during which it was blissfully quiet, everything changed. The world erupted around me! There probably were only a couple of hundred kids running through the doors that led to the theater, but it seemed like thousands. Perhaps millions! All of a sudden, I began clutching my candy with all of my might. I looked around, left, then right, then behind me, to find maybe every kid who lived within 10 miles of the theater surrounding me, grabbing any empty seat, plopping down, their legs hardly touching the ground, anticipating the arrival on the screen of John, Paul, George and Ringo. The screaming had already started. It rose as each second passed, a little, then a little more, then a little more than that, until the film began unspooling and then all bets were off.

Screaming girls!
Screaming girls!

The kids, mostly girls, screamed and cried and screamed again, holding their sobbing faces as the Beatles spoke and sang. “Oh, John!” “Oh, Paul!” “Oh, George!” “Oh, Ringo!Oh! As I put some candy in my mouth and started to chew, I felt a low rumble spread around me. It was the pounding feet of the other kids in the theater. They were all standing and stamping their feet as if there was no time left in the world to do so. Stamp, stamp, stamp! “Oh John!” “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” “Paul is looking right at me!” The world had spun off its axis. I was a ten year old boy surrounded by millions of screaming girls! What could I do?

I had to escape. My remaining candy stuffed into my pockets, I vacated my seat and ran to the doors behind me. Flinging them wide open, I stopped in the basically empty lobby and took a deep breath. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The low rumble was now much lower, but I could still feel it. The ticket taker and the people who worked at the theater were rolling their eyes. I was betting they wouldn’t be happy until the next movie came in–something that would elicit a quieter response, perhaps. Something that would invite a little–no, a lot!–less muss and fuss. I felt flustered, so I shuffled over to the refreshment stand and asked for some ice cream. “Whatever you’ve got, please,” I offered. I walked back to the doors, opened one, looked at the pandemonium still reigning inside the theater, and considered myself lucky. But I had missed most of the movie!

I made up for my loss soon after. Visiting my aunt, uncle and cousins, I saw that my cousin Linda had the Help! soundtrack album. “Can I hear it, please?” My Uncle Murray put the record on the turntable that played through his high-end Fisher stereo system and I was instantly transported back to that movie theater. But this time, things were different…I could actually hear the music. All was suddenly right with the world. I pleaded with my parents all the way home from my cousins’ house: “Could you please buy the Help! album for me? Please? I didn’t get to see most of the movie and this would make it all better!” Sure, they said. Let’s make you feel all better.

Help! was the first Beatles album I owned. I had singles, yes, but this was my first Fab Four longplayer. I wore out the grooves on that album in record time. I pored over every inch of the cover. I held it my hands. I sang along. I cried because the music was so moving to me, and that made me wonder if I was really so different from the millions of kids surrounding me at the movie theater. Had I actually wanted to stamp my feet along with them? Scream a little, too? Did I make a mistake not getting caught up in the whirlwind of emotion?

It wasn’t until many years later that I realized that what I had experienced at that theater in the summer of 1965 was my own, virtually private demonstration of Beatlemania. It was one thing to experience Beatlemania from afar, but quite another to be in the thick of it. I wished I had acted in concert with those kids back then.

The Beatles and Ed Sullivan!
The Beatles and Ed Sullivan!

Now, on the 50th anniversary of the Beatles appearing on the Ed Sullivan Show, as I anticipate my reaction to the performances on tonight’s CBS special–as I look forward to the sights and sounds of Paul and Ringo playing together again–I realize how all of the stars have aligned and taken me from preteen to adult. Everything has come full circle. Surrounded as I am by hundreds of Beatles books and albums and CD’s and magazines and newspaper clippings and more, much more, I realize I am in exactly the right place. I am celebrating along with everyone else. It is a quieter kind of Beatlemania. In many ways, I am still that 10 year old boy from Farmingdale, following the Beatles’ every step through the maze of success and wonder they passed through during their career together.

The Beatles are still shaking the world. And God bless them for that.

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