Do you like Louie Louie?
Well who doesn’t? No, seriously. It’s not a rhetorical question. Hands up and leave the room ‘cos Louie Louie is one of those records we should all agree on. I say records as opposed to songs as despite there being well over 1000 versions of Richard Berry’s 1957 original, we are, are we not, in complete agreement that The Kingsmen recorded the only version we need.
How can you not like a song that was the subject of a two and a half year FBI investigation over allegations of obscenity? Only for all charges to be dropped when the good people at Quantico realised they couldn’t understand a word of Jack Ely’s hysterical delivery of the patois lyrics. They even managed to overlook the far more anglo-saxon contribution of drummer Lynn Easton who yells “fuck!” at approximately 55 seconds when he drops a stick. They presumably chose to forgive the absent dexterity on the grounds that the band warmed up for the session by playing a 90 minute gig the night before. A performance which consisted of a single 90 minute version of Louie Louie. Stitch that, John Cage.
Louie Louie is the rock’n’roll equivalent of a flint arrow head. You and me, brothers and sisters, just see a sharp pebble. Yer anthropologist on the other hand can see the entire timeline of civilization, beginning when the apes discovered the obelisk in 2001: A Space Odyssey up to the zenith of human achievement; the invention of velcro by George de Mestral in 1941. Even if you want to push mankind a little further down the line by inventing the longbow, you still need to understand flint arrow heads.
One man who not only invented the longbow but went on to defeat the french at the battle of Agincourt, is Timbuktu.
You need to know about Timbuktu. Unreasonably short as he is handsome, owner of the perviest moustache since Little Richard and tormentor of the swedish far-right, Timbuktu (or Jason as his Mum and Dad call him) is as equally likely to perform solo with just an iphone for accompaniment as he is to turn up with an ass-kicking ten piece band. In the case of the hard-partying Stanna Kvar it’s the latter who make up the brigade of archers. Taking the not unreasonable view that you can’t rock any harder than Louie Louie, Jase simply appropiates the classic riff, adds essential cowbells and gang handclaps and garnishes the whole with the funkiest 70’s afro flute since Brian Jackson teamed up with Gil Scott-Heron.
Best enjoyed from the hotel balcony at sunset with a gin & tonic. Stanna Kvar is the soundtrack to the long hot summer of 2018 chez Slender. Slice of lemon optional.