All These Things That I've Done: My Insane, Improbable Rock Life
By Matt Pinfield and Mitchell Cohen
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Matt Pinfield “makes rock ‘n’ roll fandom sound like a lifelong heroic quest—which it is” (Rob Sheffield). He’s the guy who knows every song, artist, and musical riff ever recorded, down to the most obscure band’s B-side single on its vinyl-only import EP. As a child, Pinfield made sense of the world through music. Later, as a teenager, Pinfield would approach his music idols after concerts and explain why he loved their songs. As an adult, rock music inspired his career, fueled his relationships, and, at times, became a life raft.
In this “charming, rambling account of a life saved by rock ’n’ roll...Pinfield is a disarmingly likable guide” (Kirkus Reviews) through his lifelong music obsession—from the heavy metal that infused his teenage years, to his first encounters with legends like Lou Reed and the Ramones and how, through his MTV years, he played a major role in bringing nineties alt rock mainstream.
Over his long career Pinfield has interviewed everyone from Paul McCartney to Nirvana to Jay-Z, earning the trust and admiration of artists and fans alike. Now, for the first time, he shares his five decades of stories from the front lines of rock ‘n’ roll, exploring how, with nothing more than passion and moxy, he became a sought-after reporter, unlikely celebrity, and the last word in popular music.
Featuring a rousing collection of best-of lists, favorite tracks, and artist profiles, All These Things That I’ve Done “is an excellent read” (Publishers Weekly) about how a born outsider wound up in the inner circle.
Matt Pinfield
Matt Pinfield is a music personality, TV host, and video deejay on MTV and VH1. He lives in Harrison, New Jersey, and All These Things That I’ve Done is his first book.
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All These Things That I've Done - Matt Pinfield
50 ESSENTIAL ROCK ALBUMS:
THE ’60s
The Band
The Beach Boys—Pet Sounds
The Beatles—Rubber Soul
The Beatles—The White Album
Buffalo Springfield 1
Byrds—Younger Than Yesterday
Chicago—Chicago Transit Authority
Cream—Disraeli Gears
Creedence Clearwater Revival—Green River
Crosby, Stills and Nash
The Dave Clark 5—Greatest Hits
Donovan’s Greatest Hits
The Doors—Strange Days
Bob Dylan—Blonde on Blonde
The Hollies—Greatest Hits
Jeff Beck Group—Truth
Jefferson Airplane—Surrealistic Pillow
The Jimi Hendrix Experience—Axis: Bold As Love
The Kinks—Face to Face
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin II
Love—Forever Changes
The Lovin’ Spoonful—Hums of the Lovin’ Spoonful
MC5—Kick Out the Jams
Moby Grape
The Monkees—Headquarters
The Music Machine—(Turn On) The Music Machine
Pink Floyd—The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
The Rascals—Time Peace
Otis Redding—The History of Otis Redding
Quicksilver Messenger Service
The Rolling Stones—Through The Past, Darkly (Big Hits, Vol. 2)
The Rolling Stones—Beggars Banquet
Simon and Garfunkel—Bookends
Sly and the Family Stone—Stand!
Small Faces—Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake
Steppenwolf—The Second
The Stooges 1
Ten Years After—Ssssh
Traffic
Scott Walker—Scott 3
Vanilla Fudge
The Velvet Underground—The Velvet Underground & Nico
The Velvet Underground
The Who—The Who Sell Out
The Who—Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy
Yardbirds—Having a Rave up with the Yardbirds
Neil Young—Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
Zombies—Odessey and Oracle
Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the First Psychedelic Era
Metal Gurus and Other Discoveries
Early days of my Bowie fandom
A four-LP compilation album came out when I was twelve, Superstars of the 70’s. As its title implies, it was an eclectic hodgepodge of music across the rock and pop spectrum, kind of what the Now That’s What I Call Music series is: a crash course in What’s Happening. One of my neighbors bought it off a TV ad, and I borrowed it. Come to think of it, I probably never gave it back. You wouldn’t think a slapped-together collection of random tracks could be so influential, but to me it was like opening a treasure chest. I played that album constantly; it had the Stones, Hendrix, the Dead, the Allman Brothers, and Faces; soul music (Aretha, Otis) and folkie stuff (Judy Collins, Arlo Guthrie); prog-rock (Yes, ELP) and pop (the Bee Gees, the Beach Boys). I studied it all, every single cut on all eight sides. That was where I discovered Black Sabbath’s Paranoid
and James Taylor’s Fire and Rain.
It was like my encyclopedia. It had cool oddities like Jo Jo Gunne’s Run Run Run
and Hush
by Deep Purple.
You can begin with Hush
and Blue Cheer’s Summertime Blues
and trace their skid marks to Iron Butterfly, Grand Funk, and Spinal Tap and all the way to Korn and Slipknot. Throw in Born to Be Wild
by Steppenwolf (with the line I like smoke and lightning / Heavy metal thunder
), also from ’68, and you have the ABC of metal. I didn’t quite get Deep Purple off the bat (all three of their first singles were covers), and Sabbath was one of the bands that I may have been too young to grasp (confession: I was frightened of them), but on those four LPs, there was so much to explore. I will never forget how Alice Cooper’s School’s Out
kicked it off, and then how the mood abruptly changed with Seals and Crofts’ Summer Breeze
: this album was programmed, apparently, by a primitive form of the iPod shuffle setting.
* * *
I remember those albums so vividly and the impression they made on me. People might not imagine me as a Seals and Crofts guy,
but at that age, I found something to latch on to in almost every song, even if it was only the sound of the guitar on Summer Breeze.
It’s all a matter of when songs come into your life. Decades later, I was in New Orleans with a British A&R guy, and a super cute girl came up to me in a bar on Bourbon Street. We started making out, and when we were dancing, Seals and Crofts came on the jukebox, and I instantly flashed back to that collection. Those things imprint on you.
Stephen Stills’s Love the One You’re With
is on that compilation, and my dick got hard. It’s not the sexiest record in the world, but the idea of grabbing the girl closest to you and touching her, it got me aroused. Hey, you can’t control that, especially not at twelve, so thanks, Stephen. As random as those discs are, if you play me any cut I can still tell you what the tracks are right before or after it. The last songs on side one of the third disc were Jackson Browne’s Doctor My Eyes
and Black Sabbath’s Paranoid,
two songs that you’d never otherwise think of in succession.
I may not have known what the word paranoid meant, but I did look it up, and I knew I had to get the Paranoid album. It’d been out a while by then, but how would I ever have known about it? No one was playing War Pigs
on the radio. What was this? Rat Salad,
Electric Funeral,
Hand of Doom,
Iron Man
. . . the guy with the shield and blurry sword on the cover. Back then there was no parental screening process, no WARNING: EXPLICIT LYRICS stamped across album covers. Thank God. I’d bring edgy albums into the house and play them in private listening ceremonies. It was like sneaking into an adults-only movie, or finding an issue of Penthouse, the thrill of the illicit.
There weren’t as many musical subcultures then. I was drawn to what you might consider protometal, records with loud, crunching guitars and vocals straining to be heard above the din, but it wasn’t like I would have called myself a metal kid, as much as I was drawn to the angst and the energy. I was a big fan of rock with riffs, and at the same time I loved the Dead’s American Beauty but wasn’t a mini-Deadhead. There wasn’t that much of a division between the metal kids and the hippie kids. The kids who listened to the Dead also listened to Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath, the same way free-form FM radio would play In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
and maybe a Marvin Gaye track or the debut album by Chicago (back when they were still called Chicago Transit Authority). I never self-identified with a single genre, I was just a musical sponge. I’d go over to a friend’s house, and it wouldn’t matter if he had a Ping-Pong table or a pool table, if we were playing Rock ’Em Sock ’Em Robots or Battling Tops, what I cared about was what music was playing. The activity was the backdrop, music was in the foreground. I’d bring over my own records, and raid their collections.
With these early metal antecedents, there was an element of, This is too weird for my parents, too weird for Top 40 radio, too angry, too aggressive—and that was why I liked it. It was trickier for me to get into Sabbath than it had been with Led Zeppelin, because at least Led Zeppelin was more blues and rock. It wasn’t that far from the Stones and the Yardbirds; Sabbath moved the needle further into the red. Paranoid
is to me one of the greatest songs ever recorded, and it was almost an afterthought. It has the brevity of a single—it’s under three minutes—so you almost don’t have the time to absorb it. It crashes into you and speeds off like a musical hit-and-run.
The other side of the disc featured the Allman Brothers Band, Faces, and Graham Nash’s Chicago,
about the riots during the summer of ’68 Democratic Convention that my brother had gone to, the one where the cops and protesters clashed, and activists like Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin were arrested. And Keith Richards singing lead with the Stones on a cut from Exile on Main Street. It all makes no sense, there’s no continuity, but the sequence works the way my musical brain works, and I already know I want to play records for people and this is how I’d do it, skipping around from here to