THE FURY AND THE POWER OF THE CLASH
BY MIKAL GILMORE
THE CLASH
The moment that best exemplified the clash didn't come in England, where they helped tear rock & roll history in half. Nor in America, where they fought for a recognition that, once won, helped pull them apart. Instead, it took place in August 1977, at a music festival in Liège, Belgium. The band was playing before 20,000 people and had been under fire from a crowd that was throwing bottles at the stage. But that wasn't what bothered lead singer Joe Strummer. What enraged him was a 10-foothigh barbed-wire fence strung between concrete posts and forming a barrier between the group and the audience – dividing, as one reporter put it, the privileged from the less privileged. * "Why is this space here?" the singer demanded to know. Strummer jumped from the stage and attacked the fence, trying to pull it down, while guitarist Mick Jones, bassist Paul Simonon and drummer Topper Headon complayed on warily. Festival stage guards dragged Strummer back, while the Clash's crew struggled to pull security off Strummer. Later, Simonon told writer Chris Salewicz, "It didn't seem like a gig. It was more like a war."
The Clash were the only performers at the show who tried to do anything about the obstacle. They were more willing to run the risk of the crowd than to tolerate barbed wire that was meant to fend off that crowd. This is more or less what the Clash were about: fighting the good fight that few others would fight. They first made their mark in British music in early 1977 with "White Riot," a provocative song about frustration with brutal authority. It was the time of the Sex Pistols, the band that spearheaded punk as a musical and cultural uprising that blazoned discontent with British society. The Clash would outlast the Sex Pistols and come to epitomize punk, then outdistance the movement with sounds and ambitions all their own, until the band's effective end in 1983. Along the way, they asserted the boldest political worldview of any artists in popular music's history, moving from the narrow obsessions of U.K. punk sedition to the fiery reality of the world outside. The first time I met the band – in London, Christmas week, 1978 – Strummer told me, "We're trying to do something new; we're trying to be the greatest group in the world, and that also means the biggest. At the same time, we're trying to be radical – I mean, we never want to be really respectable – and maybe the two can't coexist, but we'll try."
But the Clash's story isn't just about ideals. It is also about power, who has it and who doesn't – in the real world, and in the band. By the time the Clash's mission was done, they had suffered derision, heartbreak and betrayal, at their own hands. "[As] it got bigger and bigger," Strummer said years later, "I felt worse and worse. It had something to do with what those songs are saying."
MICK JONES, JOE STRUMMER and Paul Simonon – the three enduring members of the band – each came from disrupted family lives, the sort of privation that would cause them to form a new union, but also never to fully trust that union. Jones, who wrote and arranged much of the band's music, was born in June 1955 to parents who quarreled intensely. "They had a bomb shelter in the basement of the flats," Jones recalled in Don Letts' documentary Westway to the World. His grandmother would take Mick down to the shelter when they argued, "and we'd wait for the raid to pass." When he was eight, Mick's parents divorced and his mother moved to the United States, leaving Mick in the care of his grandmother. "Psychologically," he said, "it really did me in." In 1968, Jones found recompense in the guitar power that he heard in Cream's Disraeli Gears, though in the years that followed he favored the more unkempt sounds of the Rolling Stones and Mott the Hoople, and American bands like the MC5, the Stooges and the New York Dolls. He took up guitar seriously in 1972, with the aim of forming a raunchy band. In early 1975, he founded the group London SS – a workshop unit more than anything else.
"WE'RE TRYING TO BE THE BIGGEST GROUP IN THE WORLD AND RADICAL AT THE SAME TIME, "SAID STRUMMER "MAYBE THE TWO CAN'T COEXIST."
That same year, Mick Jones met Bernard Rhodes during a rock & roll show at a dingy pub. Rhodes – in some ways the most crucial and troubling figure in the Clash's story – was the son of a Jewish woman who fled Germany in 1945 while pregnant with Bernard, who was born in London's East End (according to Clash biographer Pat Gilbert, Rhodes' mother bought a birth certificate on London's black market to establish his citizenship). Rhodes never knew his father, and perhaps that lack played a part in the curious dynamic that later developed between him and Joe Strummer. When Mick Jones met him, Rhodes was printing T-shirts for conceptualist entrepreneur Malcolm McLaren at the controversial rock & roll boutique Sex, on London's King's Road. Both McLaren and Rhodes had been enamored of the Situationists, a Marxist movement that promoted provocative art ideas as the means to political change and that played a part in the May 1968 Paris revolts. McLaren wanted to apply Situationist principles to London's rock & roll scene, which had grown out of touch with Britain's social realities. He'd been looking to the New York scene that produced Patti Smith, Television, Richard Hell, Talking Heads and, perhaps most important, the Ramones, who created the breakneck template for punk. McLaren was determined to relocate that new sound and attitude to London, yet recast it for a disruptive cultural impact aimed at British social mores and the rock status quo. He found his means in the Sex Pistols, a band assembled by a Sex shop regular, guitarist Steve Jones. Once Rhodes introduced McLaren to John Lydon, an other worldly singer with a strange charisma – soon to be known as Johnny Rotten – the Sex Pistols were ready to move into notoriety and legend. However, McLaren pushed Rhodes away from any oversight of the band. There was a competitive edge between the two men, and Mc Laren – who envisioned orchestrating the new scene that would outrage popular music – wasn't eager to share the moment.
Rhodes, though, didn't intend to take a minor role in this cultural event; he wanted a band of his own to mastermind. In Mick Jones, he saw a quick learner with a necessary core belief that rock & roll should work as an agitation. Some of the musicians who moved in and out of Jones' London SS were also part of the scene around the Sex Pistols, including Keith Levene, an early guitarist in the Clash. Rhodes was looking for an equivalent to Johnny Rotten, and Jones hoped he'd found that person in Paul Simonon, a lanky young man with craggy good looks. Like Jones, Simonon came from a broken family. His parents separated when he was seven, and in his teens, he lived with his father, an art teacher and devoted communist. Though Paul once proclaimed, "Art is dead – it's not the way to reach the kids; rock & roll is," he would also become an art expert, and eventually oversaw much of the Clash's graphic design. When Jones met Simonon in late 1975, he liked the soft-spoken young man's look – cowboy boots; short, swept-up hair; oblivious gait – but Simonon could only chant off-key. Still, Rhodes persuaded Jones to teach him bass guitar: Simonon possessed an insouciant cool that surpassed immediate musical talent.
Others came and went – in 1976, drummer Terry Chimes joined, and in that same year, guitarist Keith Levene would leave. Mick Jones was shaping up as a prolific songwriter, but he didn't have a feral voice, which was what Rhodes wanted: a frontman who could tell hard truths unflinchingly.
IF YOU LOOK AT FILMS OF Strummer from his childhood (bits can be glimpsed in Julien Temple's 2007 film Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten), you see a playful, frenetic boy mugging before a camera. Even in still images – posing with his father, Ronald Mellor, his mother, Anna, and brother, David, 18 months Joe's senior – there's an irrepressible rascal in the young Strummer's face. The mischief stayed with Strummer, but along the way, a wary and haunted quality overshadowed him. His eyes were always flitting, maybe looking for something to trust, or looking for an escape route.
Strummer's father was an English diplomatic officer, his mother a diplomat's wife. It was not a wealthy family, though Ronald's work took the family to faraway places – Cairo, Mexico City, Bonn and Ankara, Turkey, where Strummer was born on August 21st, 1952, as John Mellor. In 1961, concerned that all the travel might prove a detriment to their sons' educations, the Mellors left Joe and David at a London boarding school. Joe felt that his parents had abandoned him and David in an environment that brought out a hardened side in him, and a painful remoteness in his brother. Years later, Strummer talked about how the experience had shaped his worldview: "Authority is supposedly grounded in wisdom," he said. "But I could see from a very early age that authority was only a system of control, and it didn't have any inherent wisdom."
When he was a teenager, Strummer found morale in the same sort of sources that had heartened Mick Jones. In particular, he said, the Rolling Stones' 1964 single "Not Fade Away" transformed him. "That's the moment I thought, 'This is completely opposite of all the other stuff we're having to suffer here. . . .' I decided, 'Here is at least a gap in the clouds.' " Strummer would need the uplift. In the summer of 1970, his brother, David – who, to Joe's dismay, had an attraction to England's neo-fascist movement, the National Front – went missing. A few days later, David's body was found under a bush in London's Regent's Park; he had taken a massive overdose of aspirin. The news of his elder brother's suicide, and the impact of making the formal identification of the body, left Strummer unsettled in ways he could never discuss fully. When punk later became Strummer's means and purpose, he never subscribed to the nihilism some found so romantic. Joe's own anger and grief cut too deep for him to surrender to the romance of oblivion, because of the day he'd had to identify the cold reality of it lying in a London morgue.
After school, Strummer made a career out of an itinerant life. In 1972, he began playing an acoustic guitar and singing folk songs in London subway stations for spare change, and in 1974, he joined the city's radical squatters' movement, taking over an abandoned residence at 101 Walterton Road and making it livable, rent-free. The collective became the foundation for the 101ers, a band that began by playing early rock & roll and R&B songs. At that time, several back-to-basics rock & roll groups were cropping up at London's small bars and taverns, in a pub-rock scene that included Dr. Feelgood, Eddie and the Hot Rods, and the loose and slapdash 101ers. Joe – who now took on the name Strummer, in deference to his limitations as a guitarist – proved a rough-hewn singer; his several misshapen teeth had given him a guttural embouchure. But he had a galvanic sense of rhythm and an impassioned R&B-informed delivery that made the 101ers a prime draw. In March 1976, Strummer wrote and sang lead vocals on the 101ers' single, "Keys to Your Heart," for Chiswick Records. But in April, Strummer began questioning the band's future, after seeing the Sex Pistols open a show for the 101ers. "As soon as Johnny Rotten hit the stand . . . the writing was on the wall," Strummer recalled in Chris Salewicz's 2006 biography, Redemption Song: The Ballad of Joe Strummer. "I realized immediately that we were going nowhere, and the rest of my group hated them. They didn't want to watch it or hear anything about it."
By May 1976, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon and Keith Levene had taken note of the 101ers – in particular, the dynamic lead singer. During a chance meeting on a London street, Jones told Strummer he'd seen him perform with the 101ers; Jones didn't care much for the band, but he thought Strummer was "great." Around this time, Levene took Rhodes to see the 101ers at a pub show, and afterward, backstage, the manager asked Strummer if he wanted to become lead singer for a new punk band that would rival the Sex Pistols. Rhodes gave Joe 48 hours to decide. Within 24, Joe Strummer joined the Clash.
IN 1976, BRITISH PUNK – WHICH HAD burgeoned as a result of the Sex Pistols – was an argument for new intense possibilities, and one of its tenets was to dismiss the past. Joe Strummer was ready for it. "The day that I joined the Clash," he later said, "was very much back to square one, Year Zero. We were almost Stalinist in the way that you had to shed all your friends, or everything that you'd known, or every way that you'd played before."
Bernard Rhodes gave the band an urgent decree: "Write about what's important," he said. "The thing was to be relevant," Strummer said later, "to have some kind of root in human existence." Paul Simonon made another invaluable contribution: He gave the band its name, after noting how often the word cropped up in daily news to describe increasing social and political conflicts in England. "I didn't just stumble upon it," he told Chris Salewicz. "We were so highly attuned to what we needed by then that the word leapt out at me from the pages of the paper." The Clash played their first show on July 4th, 1976, opening for the Sex Pistols. They were kinetic from the start, lurching and crashing about the stage in unruly movements, Strummer pumping his right arm and leg in unison at impossibly high-speed rhythms, working himself into an exhausted frenzy, clinging to his microphone stand so he could stay on his feet.
This was probably punk's most daring and exciting season, but there were occasional impulses that allowed ugly risks, including sporadic melees at shows. A greater concern was that a few regulars in London's punk scene began wearing Nazi fashion as a means to offending British sensibility. When Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie and the Banshees, on the same bill with the Clash at London's 1976 Punk Festival, showed up wearing a swastika armband, Rhodes refused to let her play with the Clash's equipment unless she removed the armband. Siouxsie's display had been a foolish and inexcusable gesture, especially given England's socio political atmosphere at the time. The right-wing, often openly racist National Front was on the rise in the mid-1970s and had fought violently with leftist groups in London's streets. Many punks hadn't yet thought through the political implications of their movement, but the Clash already knew which side they stood on. In August 1976, after witnessing London police provoke a confrontation in a largely black community – resulting in Britain's worst riot in almost two decades – Joe Strummer found his voice. In the song "White Riot," he pursued the truths underneath the incident: "All the power's in the hands/Of the people rich enough to buy it. . . ./Are you taking over/Or are you taking orders?"
With "White Riot" – the band's first single, in March 1977 – the Clash seized ground as punk's moral center. Whereas the Sex Pistols addressed a darkness at the heart of all things – a rock & roll equivalent of Beyond Good and Evil – the Clash still envisioned a good despite evil. Johnny Rotten sang magnificently of an angry negativism, but it could be taken as a permission to something dead-ended. By contrast, Joe Strummer depicted cut-off lives trapped in tower tenements, minorities and young people subject to authoritarian power systems, bristling to make a hope of their own, even if it meant pushing back. On the back of the "White Riot" single sleeve, the Clash ran a quote from a flier for a controversial art exhibition of a few months before: "A clash of generations is not so fundamentally dangerous to the art of government as would be a clash between rulers and ruled." This is how the Clash announced themselves to the world.
THE CLASH'S INCREASING Prominence would also challenge their credibility in unanticipated ways. In January 1977, Rhodes signed the band to CBS Records for £100,000. CBS was one of the biggest labels in the world, and the idea of endorsing a renegade act like the Clash bothered many at the company. Maurice Oberstein, managing director of CBS's U.K. division, dismissed those misgivings. "There was a level of hysteria in the music industry that this is a music that we shouldn't be involved in," he told Jon Savage in England's Dreaming, a history of early punk in the U.K. "There is an inherent fear of the unknown. . . . It seemed perfectly natural: I'd seen Elvis and the Beatles on Ed Sullivan: Suddenly, there was another bunch of screamers. The record companies are in business to make money, and I saw the potential that these artists had to be on our label rather than some other label. . . . I wasn't looking at the Clash as a social phenomenon: We were just making records." It was Oberstein's last point, however, that disturbed somebody like Mark Perry, whose punk fanzine Sniffin' Glue had championed the band. "If you talk about what the Clash talked about in their songs," he told Marcus Gray, "then they completely sold out. . . . It disappointed me immensely, and I said so. My big quote was, 'Punk died the day the Clash signed to CBS.' "
The criticism stung the Clash, but it also incited them to produce punk's first monumental album. The Clash, released in April 1977, displayed a band with both a raging attack and a tuneful pop sensibility, plus – in a haunting cover of Junior Murvin's "Police and Thieves" – an affinity for reggae music that would emerge as a fertile stylistic stream for the group. The album sold well in the U.K., rising to Number 12 on the U.K. album charts, to the bewilderment of many at CBS.
"THE DAY THAT I JOINED THE CLASH," STRUMMER SAID, "I WAS BACK TO YEAR ZERO. YOU HAD TO SHED ALL YOUR FRIENDS, EVERYTHING THAT YOU'D KNOWN."
But in the U.S., CBS's Epic Records refused the album and insisted on a more polished effort before presenting the band to American tastes. (The Clash ostensibly had been assured of creative control with CBS, but the label could still decline to release their recordings.) The band accepted the company's suggestion for a new producer, Sandy Pearlman, known for getting a forceful but clean sound with Blue Öyster Cult. By this time, drummer Topper Headon had replaced Terry Chimes in the band. Pearlman marveled at his abilities – especially when Headon played a complicated pattern backward with ease. During sessions that stretched through much of 1978, Pearlman and the Clash layered a sound that was less frantic than the first album's, but was anything but clean; rather, it was a dense blare. Mick Jones – already feeling hemmed in by the punk dogma of rigid harmonic and rhythmic constructions – worked overtime with Pearlman to build the new album's titanic roar. "There are more guitars per square inch on this rec ord," Pearlman told critic Greil Marcus, "than in anything in the history of Western civilization."
The finished work, Give 'Em Enough Rope, was released in November 1978. It soared to Number Two on the U.K. album charts, but despite Epic's insistence on more professional production, it didn't penetrate the Top 100 in America. (The Clash's first album, which Epic had initially refused to release, eventually fared much better in the U.S.) The slow-to-warm American reaction had something to do with how punk was still regarded by many as an anomalous insurrection, though it may have owed as well to the album's cover image depicting a Chinese communist soldier advancing on horseback toward the body of a dead American cowboy. The illustration wasn't simply a taunting poke at what the Clash saw as America's imperial hubris. It also proclaimed that Strummer and Jones were expanding their gaze beyond the confines of British society and politics and were now considering a world full of fearfulness and deathly struggle. The problems were complex, maybe even lethal. In "Guns on the Roof," Strummer sang, "A system built by the sweat of the many/Creates assassins to kill off the few/Take any place and call it a courthouse/This is a place where no judge can stand." Some British critics took issue with these views. Didn't Strummer worry, one interviewer asked in 1978, that he might seem to advocate violent terrorist acts? "I'm impressed by what they're doing," Strummer replied, "and at the same time I'm really frightened by what they're doing. It's not an easy subject." But Strummer knew the odds. In "(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais," he sang, "It won't get you anywhere/Fooling with your guns/The British army is waiting out there/An' it weighs fifteen-hundred tons."
In truth, the Clash's political stance not only helped secure their place in rock & roll history, but it also proved prescient. A few months after Give 'Em Enough Rope, Conservative Party leader Margaret Thatcher came to power as Britain's prime minister, capitalizing on the nationalist sentiment advanced by the National Front. Thatcher's time came and went, and though one could say the same for the Clash, their truths still resonate. In the mournful "English Civil War," Strummer asked, "Who got caught out on their unawares/When the New Party Army came marching right up the stairs." More than 30 years later, the song's apprehension still seems to have a place in describing a present moment.
BY THE TIME "GIVE 'EM ENOUGH Rope" came out, punk no longer existed as the same sort of insurgent experiment. In January 1978, the Sex Pistols toured America and then fell apart. In the aftermath, a new wave of bands began to favor the sort of abstruse post-punk music that Johnny Rotten (who resumed his given name, John Lydon) would make with former Clash member Keith Levene in Public Image Ltd.
The Clash, though, weren't anxious to heed anybody else's directions, and this included the supervision of Bernard Rhodes. For some time, Mick Jones had been growing wary of Rhodes' demands – especially in light of the manager's insistence that he be granted "complete control." Jones also worried that Rhodes might replace him with Sex Pistols guitarist Steve Jones, and made a pre-emptive move: In October 1978, the Clash fired the manager who had helped form the band and its purposes. Rhodes shot back with graceless comments. "I took them off the streets," he said, "and made them what they are!" He later told writer Pat Gilbert, "I didn't realize that Joe was such a coward." However, Strummer – who seemed to need fatherly guidance even as he deprecated authority – had misgivings about Rhodes' dismissal. "Bernie imagined the Clash," Strummer said in 1991, "and he built it to fit the specifications of his vision. The Clash wouldn't exist without Bernie's vision."
Rhodes won a court order that tied up the Clash's earnings, and the band turned to Epic Records to finance its first U.S. tour; the label grudgingly put forth a modest budget. Though they opened American shows with "I'm So Bored With the U.S.A.," the Clash were nonetheless fascinated with the myths and music of America. This was, after all, a country with remarkable music legacies – folk, blues, R&B, New Orleans jazz, country-western – plus it was the land that had delivered rock & roll in the 1950s. Punk may have claimed to spring self-willed in Year Zero, but the Clash understood that they weren't without essential precursors. "When you've been into American music as long as I have," Strummer said, "to go there is a trip. To ride across the country – even better, on a bus – is another trip. It was fantastic. I got endless amounts of inspiration from it."
The Clash were nearing a pivotal moment. On one hand, Bernard Rhodes was gone; on the other, CBS Records still didn't have much faith in the band's appeal outside England. The Clash also knew they could not hold to punk's narrow aesthetic without running the risk of becoming static, or a dated curio. With Give 'Em Enough Rope, the band had sung about mortality, politics, freedoms and fates being up for grabs. Now, after touring America, the Clash were finding ways to infuse their themes and their sound with music that was at once historic – in some cases ageless – yet forward-leaning. The band would bring all these influences to bear on a groundbreaking collection of songs. This time out, the Clash worked with producer Guy Stevens, who was respected for his recordings with Mott the Hoople but also known for drunken and unpredictable behavior. There were accounts of Stevens swinging a ladder over the heads of the musicians and pouring red wine across the keyboard of an expensive piano that Strummer was playing to realize the sound the producer wanted. (Stevens would die in August 1981, from an overdose of a drug he was taking to control his alcoholism.)
What resulted was one of rock & roll's most prodigious works. London Calling (released in the U.S. in January 1980) opened with the doomful undertow of its apocalyptic title track and closed with the surprising ache – and unabashed pop savvy – of Mick Jones' "Train in Vain." In between were 17 other songs, about defiance, revolution, war, apocalypse and death, but also about the freedom to display delight, vulnerability, doubt and courage in the same breath. "I have lived that kind of day," Jones sang in the album's most affecting verse, from "I'm Not Down," "when none of your sorrows will go away. . . ./But I know there'll be some way/When I can swing everything back my way." Which is what the Clash had done: They made a masterpiece on their own terms – a work that has been cited as the best album of the 1980s. The Clash had seized an ambitious creative momentum that nobody since the Beatles had accomplished. By 1980, they were already being called "the only band that matters," and nobody has said that about any other band since and made it stick.
JONES ONCE REFUSED TO PLAY "WHITE RIOT"; STRUMMER PUNCHED HIM. "YOU'RE LIKE A TEAM GOING ONSTAGE," HE SAID. "NO ONE LETS ANYONE DOWN."
SO FAR, THIS MAY SEEM LIKE A story of hard-fought idealism. The Clash genuinely shared the political values they expressed, and they never relinquished those beliefs. But the Clash were not an integral partnership like the Beatles, who had grown up together with a mutual history. There had been unease among the Clash since their earliest days – due partly to the unavoidable stress from working and traveling so intensively in such a short period of time. In particular, the relationship between Strummer and Jones was often embattled. "We have rows almost every day," Strummer said in early 1978, "and we break up almost every day."
Sometimes those tensions flared in nasty ways. Backstage at a Sheffield, England, show in January 1980, Jones told Strummer he wouldn't play "White Riot" for an encore; he was tired of the song. The refusal turned into a shouting match, with Jones throwing a drink into Strummer's face. Joe punched Mick, "hard in the middle of the head," Strummer admitted later. "There was real savagery in the attack," one witness said. "Mick was crying his eyes out." The band went back on and played "White Riot," but midway through, Jones set down his guitar and left the stage. Even so, there was a lot of affection between these men, and respect for each other's talents. "Mick was my best friend at one time," Strummer later told music journalist Robert Hilburn.
With Bernard Rhodes gone, things improved for a time. The Clash had London Calling under their belts – it sold well in both England and the U.S. – and when the band assembled to record again in 1980, it had gained an openness to making music in styles outside punk's sonic regimen. Mick Jones had developed an interest in New York's nascent hip-hop scene, Joe Strummer and Paul Simonon delved into reggae dub abstractions more deeply, Topper Headon experimented with jazz-informed rhythmic patterns – and collectively, they kept exploring rock & roll forms, though with uncommon textural elements. At the project's end, the Clash emerged with 36 tracks encompassing a staggering stylistic diversity that ranged from mellifluous pop and soulful gospel to experimental tape collages, cutting-edge funk and a poignant children's choral group, much of the music arranged in uncommon structures. It was enough material, Jones insisted, to justify the release of three long-playing vinyl albums in a single package, as Sandinista! (The title – also Jones' idea – came from the song "Washington Bullets" and was a tribute to the Nicaraguan revolutionary movement that had overthrown corrupt and brutal dictator Anastasio Somoza Debayle in 1979. The Reagan administration was working at the time to unseat the Sandinistas.)
CBS Records was furious with the Clash – not because of the album's implicit Marxist sympathies, but because the band was releasing so much music at the price of a single album. Mick Jones declined any suggestions to cut back on the material, which led to a dividing point in the band's history. Over the years, Sandinista! has been viewed as both a magnificence of riches and as a bounty of disorder and indulgence, though it's a bulwark of originality that still plays beautifully. In response to the Clash's obstinacy, CBS refused to tour the band, and Sandinista! did poorly in sales. Wounded by the lack of acceptance, Joe Strummer began to suspect that Mick Jones' freewheeling production style had been a fatal flaw. In the years that followed, Strummer would renounce the album as a mistake, though later in his life he again defended Sandinista!
Strummer decided to use the album's failure to correct what he saw as wrong in the first place. In early 1981, he gave the others an ultimatum: If the Clash wanted him to remain, they would have to rehire Bernard Rhodes. ("I made Joe great," Rhodes told Chris Salewicz. "I knew how it worked.") Mick Jones was stunned. He despised Rhodes, and he felt the band had flourished creatively without him, but Strummer had left him with no options. "I could quite easily have walked out then," Jones later said. "But it's like a marriage or the people you love: You cling on, hoping it's going to work." It was during this period that Jones began growing distant within the band, keeping his own hours, enjoying live performances less. It was also a time in which drummer Topper Headon was running into serious difficulties. His extraordinary talents had been essential to the band's musical growth. But early on, he had taken to reckless drunken behavior, and then along the way developed a heroin habit. In 1979, while in Lubbock, Texas, for a show, the drummer nearly overdosed, and in late 1981, he was arrested at Heathrow Airport for narcotics possession. Joe Strummer was growing disheartened over Headon's intractability and over his fluctuating beats onstage.
Meantime, Rhodes returned with big ideas – and big assertions. When a British reporter asked him how his role with the band had changed, Rhodes snapped back, "I own this group!" To offset CBS's unwillingness to fund a tour, Rhodes booked the band for a series of dates in Times Square in New York, at Bond's Casino, beginning in late May 1981. Things seemed to misfire almost every inch of the way – fire marshals forced last-minute closures of the club, fans rioted, a disrespectful audience heaped abuse on the shows' openers – rap groups the Treacherous Three, and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five – and the Clash themselves delivered off-center performances (owing in part to Headon's drug use). "Doing that 15 nights in a row, it nearly killed us," Strummer said. Yet overall, the event had a tremendous effect: It hoisted the Clash to headline news repeatedly, in one of the most important cities in the world.
Back in London, Strummer wanted the band to make a more accessible album, with a sound closer to its first effort. Jones, though, wanted the Clash to return to New York, to pursue a more technological and funk-infused direction. Communications became so uncomfortable that the songwriting partners took to collaborating through the mail, and at one session, Strummer drew a chalk line on the floor, dividing himself from Jones. After Mick Jones thought he had a final version of the album, Strummer rejected the effort. "Mick, I don't think you can produce," he said. "You bastard," Jones replied. "I thought you were my friend." Rhodes brought in Glyn Johns – who had worked in the war zone of the Beatles around the Let It Be sessions – to edit and mix tapes. When the Clash's fifth album was released, in May 1982, as Combat Rock, Strummer's vision pretty much prevailed. Surprisingly, it proved fairly commercial and had the effect of finally delivering the Clash to the masses. Two singles, "Should I Stay or Should I Go" and "Rock the Casbah," made it onto U.S. singles pop charts, and the album itself became the Clash's bestselling. CBS was, for once, eager to put the band on the road.
But after some Scottish dates failed to sell out in advance, Rhodes panicked and approached Strummer. "You've got to disappear," he said, figuring that a missing Joe Strummer would make headlines and stir interest. When Strummer truly vanished, without telling Rhodes where he had gone, the manager panicked again. He hadn't told the other band members about the stunt, and after Strummer missed the tour's first date in Aberdeen, Scotland, a Clash spokesman appealed to him via the press to come back. When the singer returned nearly a month later (he had been in Paris), he used the occasion for a big move: He had grown exhausted with Headon's promises to overcome his drug problem. Strummer called a meeting of band and told the drummer, "You're sacked." Hea don later said, "I admit I lost track of what was going on, but I think we all did. Everyone was fucked up, whether it was drugs or drink." Headon's problems grew worse for years – he was massively in debt to drug dealers; he broke a leg and claimed amnesia after falling through a motorcycle-garage skylight (during what police suspected was a robbery attempt); and in the late 1980s, he served a 15-month sentence for supplying heroin to a man who overdosed and died. In 1998, Headon was so severely injured in a car accident that he was declared dead on arrival at the hospital; he recovered, to learn he had hepatitis C. Strummer would later admit that losing Headon had been a severe blow to the Clash. "I don't think we played a good gig after that," he told Salewicz. Jones had never liked Strummer's decision. "I wouldn't have sacked anybody," he said.
The Clash persuaded Terry Chimes to rejoin them for their 1982 tour, which culminated in the band opening for the Who at several autumn stadium dates. As Live at Shea Stadium attests, the Clash – even without Headon – were still a superb performing band. But conflicts between the group's ideals and the reality of its mass success, plus rancor, were taking a steady toll. In May 1983, the band (now with Pete Howard on drums) appeared before its largest audience – an estimated 200,000 people – at the Us Festival, a four-day event outside Los Angeles organized by Apple Computers co-founder Steve Wozniak. Before Rhodes would allow the Clash to play, though, he goaded them into unnecessarily admonishing Wozniak for greed (the Clash received $500,000 for performing under a banner that read THE CLASH NOT FOR sale). As the Clash left the stage, the day's ill will reached its peak in a fistfight between band members and the festival's stage crew. It was the last show the original members of the Clash – Mick Jones, Paul Simonon and Joe Strummer – played together.
Strummer had continued to feel that Jones was somehow failing the band. "Mick was intolerable to work with by this time," he said in Westway to the World. "When he did show up, it was like Elizabeth Taylor in a filthy mood." In August 1983, Strummer called a band meeting. "How have you enjoyed the last seven years?" he asked Jones. "I think it's time for a parting of the ways." Mick was sure this was Rhodes' doing. "I asked the band who they wanted, Bernie or me," Jones later said. "The group said they wanted Bernie, and then just looked at the floor. I couldn't believe my ears. I stood there for about 10 seconds, stunned. Then I just picked up my guitar and walked out." Perhaps even Bernard Rhodes had been unprepared for the finality and brutality of the moment. He rushed after Jones and offered him a check. "Like a gold watch – which added insult to injury," Jones recalled. "But I took it anyway."
THE CLASH TRIED TO LUMBER on. Rhodes and Strummer recruited new members (Pete Howard stayed on drums; Vince White and Nick Sheppard joined on guitars and vocals), but there was no equanimity in the resulting lineup. Rhodes berated the new members regularly, in what Sheppard described as "dehumanizing sessions." When Strummer was around, he failed to intervene. Observers thought he seemed intimidated by Rhodes. "I went into the situation thinking the Clash is a humanitarian band," Vince White later said. "But the reality is the complete opposite."
Strummer's commitment to the Clash now seemed sporadic; he was dealing with more preoccupying matters. His father, Ronald Mellor, died of a heart attack in early 1984, and then his mother fell ill. When Strummer appeared for rehearsals or performances, he said nothing about this to others. "There was a point," Mick Jones told Chris Salewicz, "when you got right down to it and you couldn't quite go past. . . . Years later, I casually asked one day, 'How's your mum?' We're in a loo somewhere, having a piss, and he says, 'She's got cancer.' There was stuff like that all inside. Really shocking even to look at." As Anna Mellor was dying, Strummer sat at her bedside, but he also took her to task for the time she and his father had left him and his brother, David, at boarding school. Later, Strummer would say that he'd regretted not having come to better terms with his father before Ronald Mellor's death. He now understood that, like his father, he gave himself to work, to paying attention to the world, more readily than to familial bonds. In reproaching his mother, Strummer was trying to wrest some sort of hard-won reconciliation before it was too late. He nonetheless visited regularly in her last months, sometimes bringing with him his two daughters, Jazz and the newborn, Lola, to cheer her. Anna Mellor died in December 1986.
On the Clash's final work, Cut the Crap, Strummer shared writing credit with a new partner, Bernard Rhodes. Arriving in late 1985, the album proved a tough listen. Many of its songs had a false bravado about them, and the work's best moment, "This Is England," perhaps implied meanings that Strummer had never hoped for: "This is England/What we're supposed to die for/This is England/And we're never gonna cry no more." Strummer considered taking out ads denouncing the album, but instead he convened the band members at Paul Simonon's house and told them it was over. Rhodes wanted to keep the group going with Simonon as the frontman – "I've got a bunch of assholes," Rhodes confessed, "and I'm going to see it as a bunch of assholes" – but it didn't happen.
Strummer finally knew what he had lost in his firing of Mick Jones. He later blamed the decision on Rhodes, but in 2003, after Strummer's death, Simonon confided to Jones that the firing hadn't been Rhodes' doing; it was Strummer's incentive. At the end of 1985, Strummer hunted down Mick Jones in the Bahamas, where his former partner was recording. Joe apologized for what he had done, for the unkind things he'd said in the press and asked Jones if they could reconstruct the Clash. Mick was grateful for the apology, but he did not want to renew the band. Jones played Strummer tapes of music with his new band, Big Audio Dynamite. "It's the worst load of shit I've ever heard in my life," Strummer told Jones. "Don't put it out, man. Do yourself a favor."
Strummer spent years in a malaise, regretting how he had ruined the Clash. "I learned that fame is an illusion and everything about it is a joke," he told Chris Salewicz. He moved to various cities, drank a lot, turned volatile in a flash. He also provided good music for various films – including Alex Cox's Sid and Nancy and Walker – and played starring roles in Cox's Straight to Hell (1987) and Jim Jarmusch's Mystery Train (1989). However, his 1989 solo album, Earthquake Weather, felt unfinished and sold only a few thousand copies. "I had to disassemble myself and put the pieces back together," Strummer said in 1988. "I'd lost my parents, my group. You want to think about things. You become a different person."
Gradually, Strummer worked his way back from what he called his "wilderness years." He'd had two daughters and a long relationship with one woman, Gaby Salter, and when that ended, he entered a happy marriage, in 1995, with Lucinda Henderson. Beginning in 1999, Strummer made great work again with a new band, the Mescaleros – rhapsodic and forlorn music that searched the world for new sounds, and that was Strummer's way of keeping faith with his earlier values. "I believe that mankind is inherently good," he told Lucinda, "and that good will always triumph."
Strummer kept hope that he could bring the Clash back together. After learning that the band had been elected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Strummer hoped to persuade Mick Jones and Paul Simonon to regroup for the occasion. In the early afternoon of December 22nd, 2002, Strummer tried to fax Simonon a letter making his case. He put on a jacket, took the family dogs for a walk in the cold English air, then returned home about 3 p.m. and collapsed on a sofa. When Lucinda found him, his body was already turning cold. He died of a heart defect he had carried throughout his life, without knowing.
IF THERE IS A TRAGEDY IN THE Clash's story, it is not that the band members lost faith in one another, nor that Joe Strummer suffered as a result of sundering that faith. The Clash had always run risks. By doing so, they didn't so much change what rock & roll could be, but instead renewed a promise that had always been in the music: That it was a disruption about liberation, about giving voice and courage to people who were too often denied voice. The Clash went further with this vision than anybody – than the Beatles or the Rolling Stones or Bob Dylan or Public Enemy – because they revisited that ideal, in one form or another, over and over, without settlement. Joe Strummer told filmmaker Don Letts, "We were trying to grope in a socialist way toward some future where the world might be less of a miserable place than it is."
That sort of vision feels like something from a long time ago, another story of death and glory. Popular culture rebellions have grown smaller; popular fears loom bigger. The tragedy of the Clash isn't about the Clash itself – that they fought for something honorable yet defeated one another. The tragedy of the Clash is that we no longer allow the room for their sort of voice.
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