Every summer for two weeks, my parents would ship me over to my grandparent’s house in a small town in Southwest Iowa, population 1,500 residents. When I went there for my grandmother’s funeral this August. Both sets of grandparents lived in Bedford, making it impossible to get away from the farming community whenever summer come around again.
To a kid below the age of 12, Bedford was not such a
terrible place to visit. It wasn’t until my teenage years when the limitations
of a town of 1,500 people became noticeable. Prior to that, Bedford was a fine
environment for a kid. It boasted a big lake you could swim in, a small Main
Street with a department store, and fireworks just a few miles to the south,
right across the state line of Missouri where the incendiary devices were
legal.
The only time when Bedford became kind of a drag was when I
missed my record collection from back home. Both grandparents did not have much
in the way of records, at least the kind that I enjoyed, so it was a real
bummer when I had a hankering for some Queen and the closest match was an old
Rusty Warren comedy album that one of my grandmother’s had stuck in the middle
of all of her easy listening records.
The same grandmother did have a one leftover record from her
kids, The Ventures’ Knock Me Out.
It was an instrumental offering from the band circa 1965 and it featured a few hits from the day as well as one or two originals. The cover featured a blonde haired girl who was “knocked out” by the Ventures’ sound, a sound that evidently was created by the Mosrite guitars, whose headstocks were prominently featured next to the girl’s swinging head.
It was an instrumental offering from the band circa 1965 and it featured a few hits from the day as well as one or two originals. The cover featured a blonde haired girl who was “knocked out” by the Ventures’ sound, a sound that evidently was created by the Mosrite guitars, whose headstocks were prominently featured next to the girl’s swinging head.
This was the first type of guitar that I ever became
familiar with, mainly because I thought it was cool that the Ventures were so
well known back in the 60’s that Mosrite had an exclusive line of guitars made
especially for them. When I noticed that there was a picture of Ricky Wilson’s
Mosrite on the inner sleeve of The B-52’s debut album, I surmised that the
awesome surf tone of “Rock Lobster” was the result of that two-stringed
instrument that had the strap attached to it by a bunch of duct tape. I
immediately wanted one, and still do to this day.
Some of the songs on Knock
Me Out were instantly recognizable. The album begins with “I Feel Fine” and
the distinctive feedback at the beginning of the song. “Love Potion No. 9” was
another familiar cut, although the fuzz tone of guitarist Nokie Edwards on the
Ventures’ version makes the track almost sound menacing.
At the end of side two, The Ventures actually sign during
one song, “Sha La La.” As you can probably figure out, the extent of the band’s
“singing” consists of them going “Sha La La” over and over, dutifully preventing
the band from ever being compared with any of the vocal groups they covered.
Like most other Ventures’ product, the guitars normally served as the same
melody where the vocals usually were.
Regardless of the band’s lack of vocal prowess, Knock Me Out is another example of the
band’s instrumental dexterity and consistent chops. There’s no doubt that the
band served an important role in the annals of rock music and Knock Me Out is another fine example of
the band’s style and prowess. There are moments of intriguing tones,
particularly considering the rest of the rock landscape from when the album was
first issued in February, 1965.
The band puts together a taught collection of one dozen
tracks that were probably better suited for my own collection rather than my
grandmother’s. But at the end of the day, Knock
Me Out stayed in Bedford as the only real permanent rock and roll fixture
within my grandparents’ home, a brief reprieve from the over-abundance of
mellow schlock that was played on their stereo during dining and whatever
social occasions they listened to that garbage.
It only took another spin-several decades removed, and with
a plethora of unlimited options available to me at my digital fingertips,
before I fully appreciated the extend of Knock
Me Out’s influence on my young ears.
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