From a long series wherein my mother took a picture of me every day before school. As my Facebook friends say, British Invasion rockers would have killed for that hair.
Adorable, right? Now you understand why I later chastised my mother for never making me a child star.
I’m pretty sure I’ve just dug up the first piece I ever wrote for the St. Petersburg Times, where I worked for 16 years. Wanna read it? Click here.
The editor of the piece decided to change my correct spelling of Buddhist to the arcane spelling. That still annoys me, 15 years later.
As anyone knows me knows: this is the most important day in rock ‘n’ roll. I’m going to take this opportunity to reprint an article I wrote for the St. Petersburg Times in 2004 when I was the paper’s pop music critic. Again it’s five years old, so don’t be fooled by the ages listed:
Raise a toast this day, rock ‘n’ rollers. It’s a special one for music lovers.
Jan. 8 marks the birthday of Elvis Presley, the King of Rock ‘N’ Roll (today Elvis would have celebrated number 69), and the birthday of several more notables in rock history.
David Bowie turns 57.
The Doors’ Robby Krieger is 58.
Little Anthony Gourdine of Little Anthony and the Imperials: 64.
R. Kelly celebrates number 35.
Terry Sylvester of the Hollies is 57.
Shirley Bassey turns 67.
Even the late concert promoter and Grateful Dead buddy Bill Graham, who devoted his life’s work to rock music, was born on this day in 1931.
Can you imagine what rock would be like if Jan. 8 were wiped off the calendar?
Think of the rock history we would have been denied: No “Hound Dog”, as done by Elvis, with leg wiggle. No Bowie dressed as Ziggy Stardust. No “Light My Fire.” (Krieger wrote the tune.) All those legendary Dead concerts at the Fillmore in San Fran – poof! Gone.
You wouldn’t be reading this article. My birthday, too, is Jan. 8, as I’ve been proud to say my whole life.
As has Jeremy Gloff.
The Tampa singer-songwriter turns 29 today. Gloff says he found out back in middle school that he’d been born on a special day. Already a music obsessive, “I bragged to everyone about it,” Gloff says. “If the day Buddy Holly died was the day music died, than Jan. 8 has got to be the day the music was born.”
With 12 albums under his belt, tireless Gloff shares a work ethic equal to that of Presley and Bowie.
Could it be a Capricorn thing?
Astrologists say Capricorns, folks born between Dec. 22 and Jan. 19, are a hard-working bunch. Like the goats who represent us on the zodiac, we see a mountain, and by golly, we climb it.
Unfortunately, Capricorns are also supposed to be uptight, prone to mood swings and gloominess, and fastidious to the point where it’s an unpretty line between our orderliness and others’ obsessive-compulsive disorder.
“My CD collection is totally alphabetized,” Gloff admits. “It’s sorted by release dates, all the albums in a row by the date they came out. Even CD singles are organized in between by the date. I’m totally Type A.”
When I spoke with Krieger last year while he toured with the Doors 21st Century, we discussed magic Jan. 8. We jawed about astrology – turns out, Krieger is into the stuff and, like Elvis and Bowie, always searching spiritually.
Krieger said that, like most Capricorns, he’s finding himself less gloomy and more playful as he gets older.
We giggled about how Krieger, in his 20s during the 1960s, believed all of the bad things going on in the world and in his life were part of a great conspiracy.
Paranoid? A Capricorn? Well, the astrology books say we’re “cautious.”
Cautious like Elvis, with his “Memphis Mafia” and rampant conspiracy fears? Walled up in Graceland, shooting TV sets, windows and anything else that reminded him of a reality he couldn’t deal with. Ultimately dying “down at the end of Lonely Street” in his bathroom, fat, bingeing, addicted to the drugs that were meant to combat the mood swings and gloominess and paranoia.
Or David Bowie, holed up, high on cocaine in Berlin during his 1970s recording blitz? Dressing in vintage war clothes as the Thin White Duke, his alter ego too “cautious” to blink in public.
Gloff’s no paranoid freak, but he does see similarities between Bowie and himself:
Like Bowie did during the 1970s, Gloff wears his sexuality on his sleeve or, in the case of Gloff’s pic on Romantico, his latest disc, across his chest. Gloff’s vintage iron-on T-shirt reads: Made for Loving Him. He also changes his look a lot. Right now, Gloff’s head is shaved, but his hair has been an assortment of colors, and he’s been known to wear electrical tape as part of his onstage wardrobe.
Also, as Bowie did several times during the 1970s and the 1980s, Gloff toys with a musical alter ego. When Gloff records his peppy, naughty electronica dance music, it’s under his J.Glo alias.
Gloff gives props to the King, too, but he’s says he’s not much of an Elvis freak. The King’s former queen, however, is another story.
“I’m a huge fan of Priscilla Presley,” Gloff says, “She always had good hairdos, even on Dallas.”
Anyway, Happy Birthday, everyone. It’s a rock ‘n’ roll party. Get yourself a slice of cake, that is, if The King left any for the rest of us.
here at Gina Vivinetto’s Greatest Hits. I’m psyched to tell you we’ve had 2,217 hits in our first week. This enterprise has been much more far-reaching than I thought.
Thanks to everyone for stopping by and especially those of you who have left comments and participated in the discussions. You have made it a lot of fun.
Here’s to another great week!
Why the blog? Well, I’ve been writing for a living for years. A writer’s life is all I’ve ever known. Actually, I have done other things for money. Sold books (in stores and on the internet), peddled CDs (same). I worked in a health food store both during college and again after I was fired from my cushy job at a newspaper.
I owned an art gallery/music venue for a year down in St. Petersburg, Florida, but that was about as lucrative as you would imagine.
When I was a kid, growing up in a small-town in Massachusetts, I would gather on my parent’s front porch with my friends on Sundays and direct them as we read the comic strips in character. I want to do that for a living. Or collect leaves.
I like to walk a lot, too. Did you know in her old age Greta Garbo spent hours walking anonymously through Manhattan? She would just throw on some shades and walk and nobody was the wiser. Isn’t it strange that the world’s most famous hermit, turns out, was kind of a people person?
I’m a people person, too. Hence, the blog.