Timing is Everything
By
littleOneWon
CH 01
It was the fifties. Music was undergoing a sea change. No longer were the hit records made only by singers with trained voices backed up by an orchestra. Every day some small three or four-piece band with a wild name and a song featuring a good rock beat was putting a record in the Billboard top 100.
Some of the older generation and quite a few parents were convinced that this new music was the invention of the devil himself. Elvis was Satan. Buddy Holly, Bill Haley, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Eddie Cochran, Carl Perkins, and a whole lot more, were his apostles. There was some doubt about Ricky Nelson. He did indeed sing some rock, but he came from a good family!
Luckily, Ray Reynolds' parents did not see rock music as evil. They supported their son when he formed a three-piece band (guitar, drums, and bass). Ray handled the vocals and guitar. Jim Robins played bass and Larry Couch was the drummer. The boys lived in the same neighborhood, attended the same school, and went to the same church. Most of all, they were good friends and talented musicians.
They played lots of sock-hops, teen towns, and everywhere else possible. They performed the hits of the day mixed with some original songs that Ray wrote. They called their band
Ray and The Renegades
. They didn't try to copyright the band name, but Ray did copyright his songs.
The boys weren't getting rich, but they were doing pretty good for high-school students. They were playing during drive-in theater intermissions, parties, events at stores, etc. There was even one bar that made arrangements that allowed the band to play there. The band members were not allowed to be anyplace in the bar except on the stage. They could accept tips, but no drinks of any kind. Not even a cola. The owner assured them that it was legal, but there was some parental concern about it. No one got arrested-- so what the heck?
Playing at the bar caused the band to make an important musical decision. Most of the requests from the bar crowd were for county songs. Out of necessity, the boys began to add country songs to their repertoire. Ray began to write country songs too. They still played pure rock for the sock-hops and teen towns, but it was mostly country at the bar. Other venues got a mixture.
The bar was their best-paying gig except for one that was in a category all by itself. That memorable gig was at a grocery store! The store was having a "Roundup" for a brand of canned goods. The store manager had agreed to pay each band member $20 for a full day of playing. When the store opened that morning, the band set up by the meat counter and began playing.
After they had played just a few songs, taking about fifteen minutes, the manager told them he had to cancel the show. The unionized butchers had threatened to walk out if "that non-union band" kept playing.
Never mind that it was a band of teenagers, they were not a union band. The manager apologized to the boys, but even better, he handed each band member the agreed-upon twenty-dollar bill. It amounted to sixty dollars for fifteen minutes of music. Do the math. That's equivalent to 240 dollars an hour for the band! Not bad, not bad at all.
Ray was not popular with the girls during his freshman and sophomore years. He was able to get dates and he often had a girlfriend, but the girls were not clamoring for his attention. The same could be said for Jim and Larry.
When The Renegades began to get popular, so did the boys. They didn't understand it, but they sure enjoyed it. Girls that wouldn't give them the time of day before were openly flirting with them now, especially during and after a performance. It was some kind of unexplainable mystique or fascination that came over females! It was like they were in awe of guys that could elicit applause from an audience.
The boys knew that nothing had changed for them mentally or physically. They were no different from the guys that didn't get a second look last year or the year before that. The only difference was whatever their music did to the minds of so many girls! Now, admittedly, The Renegades were small potatoes in the music world. If they were getting this much female attention, what was it like for Elvis, Ricky, and Jerry Lee? It had to be fucking incomprehensible!
Many years later, Ray was in a Vegas casino watching an Elvis impersonator perform in a small venue. Elvis had been dead for years, but quite a few guys were out there impersonating him. This guy didn't have a band or any backup singers. He was just singing along to canned karaoke-type music. His outfit looked good and he had the Elvis moves down pat, but his voice missed the mark by a mile. Nevertheless, there were a dozen or more women watching him and cheering their asses off. When he finished, several of them ran up and kissed him.
Ladies, this is not Elvis! This is not even a very good Elvis impersonator! Nevertheless, they were fawning over him and kissing him like he was the real deal. Ray was amazed once again. That old mystique that he noticed years ago was still alive and well among the female population. He still didn't fully understand it.
Enough of that leap forward -- back to the fifties and The Renegades. When high school was over, the boys made a mutual decision to try for a musical career instead of continuing their education or taking up a trade.
They had been making some "demo" records of the songs that Ray had written. He was sending the records along with sheet music to various publishers hoping to get some well-known stars to record his songs. He got a large number of contracts from publishers, but only three of his songs were recorded. All of them were what's known as "B-side" songs. In other words, they were on the "other" side of a hit.
The guy that owned and operated the recording studio was Billy Bare. He took an interest in The Renegades and began sending some of their records to local radio stations. If they were well received and got requests, he would get 500 records pressed and market them through a local record store. If a record sold out, he would place another order. Four Renegade songs managed to sell a thousand copies! Not a gold mine, but not chopped liver either.