What I feel inside I can't explain. That John Entwistle should die in his late fifties is totally unthinkable. He was the indestructible one. He was the rock. He was the island. He was the fulcrum on which it all hinged.
(Mick Farren, Deviant)
John was the best. He made "My Generation," along with the other lads, one of the greatest records of all time.
(Peter Noone, the Artist formerly known as Herman)
Learned how to play bass playing along with "Happy Jack."
(Rick Harper, www.Rickenharper.com)
In his songs The Ox spent a lot of time playfully - and not so playfully - mapping types of hells, but that's just to say that beyond question his real place is in Heaven.
(Jeremy Gluck, original Barracuda)
For all bass players everywhere, it was Big Johnny Twinkle who opened the gate and let the horses out of the barn...for good.
(Mick Hargreaves, my favorite Jersey area bassman)
I think John was the pivotal member of the most exciting rock band to emerge on the British music scene in the Sixties.
(Brian Auger, Trinity)
There is a Zen expression that the way to go through life successfully is to "move like a cow" or, in this case, an ox.
(Chris Butler, Waitress)
RIP John Entwistle, I hope you are dancing somewhere with Peg Leg Peggy right now.
(Scott McCaughey, original Young Fresh Fellow)
Great rock groups are miracles of human chemistry. Without the solidity and musical instincts and unique personality of John Alec, we would not have had the outrageous creativity and genius and maximum rock and roll of Keith and Peter and Roger ...or The Who at all. So we must thank him for making modern music as we know it possible.
(Paul Williams, Crawdaddy Magazine)
Yes. Thank You, John. And as you yourself promised, You only die once in a lifetime.
(Gary Pig Gold, www.GaryPigGold.com)
TOO TOUGH TO DIE: GOD SAVED DEE DEE RAMONE AND PUNK ROCKERS EVERYWHERE
“His speech was inarticulate;
His songs were not.”
(Carl Cafarelli, "This Is Rock ‘N’ Roll Radio")
“Dee Dee was the most important musician in the history of punk rock,
and probably the most overlooked.”
(John Holmstrom, editor/publisher, PUNK Magazine)
Seven years since his passing, with (punk) rock now routinely reduced to yet another noxious niche within the gigantic corporate crime-scheme of things, it does seem all too easy to forget the indelible impact Dee Dee and his fellow Ramones truly wrought upon a terrifyingly wide swath of humanity. Yes, their sound was forever first and one-two-three-foremost within their arsenal. But the band’s look, posture, taste, aroma and very thorn-in-the-craw omnipresence offered vital inspiration, and delivered desperately needed hope by the dumpster-load, to all of us who just refused to take Frampton Comes Alive or even Rumours lying down.
Lest we forget too that, within mere months of that first Ramones long-player, Paul McCartney finally discovered the overdrive position on his amp, half of Led Zeppelin and even The Who tightened up their pant-legs (not to mention song structures) considerably, and even the mainstream media itself was sufficiently baited to pounce upon what in retrospect we can see to have been the last great (Caucasian) threat to the melodic status quo.
No mean feats, were they, for four seeming Carbona-heads straight outta Queens, NY. And with all respect due to Joey’s Brill Building genetic programming, it was in fact Dee Dee who, just as Dennis Wilson provided his musical family, gave the Ramones their identity, spirit, and genuine sneakered, black-leather credibility. As no less a kindred spirit as George Tabb of New York Press perfectly stated, "Dee Dee was the bad-ass of the Ramones. The one who really took the drugs, sniffed the glue, hung out at 53rd & 3rd and WAS practically a teenage lobotomy."
Plus, need we neglect, Dee Dee’s musicianship duly inspired all the coolest Fender far-from-Precision bassmen of the time, from Sid Vicious all the way on down to my fellow budding Canadian pop scribe B.F. "Mole" Mowat (then skipping high school whenever possible to swing the bottom end for a dorky ELO/Alice Cooper cover band). Why, even acclaimed psycho-twangstress Elena Skye of that Demolition String Band, never once loathe to draw that simple pedal-to-the-floor connection between P-rock and Bill Monroe, admits to being "warped for life" after having first encountered the Ramones during her most impressionable dorm years: "I immediately cut my hair like Dee Dee's, with the bangs and all. I put my mandolin away, bought a black Rickenbacker with black and white checker binding, lowered the strap so it hit my knees and didn't look back for about twelve years!"
But don’t just take it from these good folk: "I believe Dee Dee influenced every kid playing bass that saw him perform," as no less an expert on the subject as Johnny Ramone stated for the obitual record.
"I remember seeing the Ramones at the Bottom Line after Sire Records signed them," recalls Ira Robbins, whose Trouser Press was essential in providing the band with early, pinpoint coverage. "It was their big up-from-the-underground-into-the-mainstream-light gig, and Johnny still had to tune Dee Dee's bass for him – onstage – after they came out. Now THAT’S the Real Deal, innit?" Yessir, hardly averse to being d-u-m-b whenever the situation warranted, Dee Dee employed his lowly four strings to replant an authentic, cranial-deep root back into the Rock and the Roll, while effortlessly penning several legendary additions to Pop’s under-three-minute/ less-than-four-chord canon along the way ("Rockaway Beach" alone must qualify the man for somebody's Songwriters’ Hall of Infamy, no?)
As if this wasn’t all more than well enough already, in his latter post-Ramone incarnation Dee Dee gamely cut a few new albums, wrote a couple’a books, and was even beginning to delve into the finer graphic arts alongside longtime henchman Arturo Vega when his number cruelly cropped up. But right til the very sordid end he kept his instrument close at hand, and would never fear to strap it on whenever the call to provide some genuine R ‘n’ R arose within earshot.
Finally, Dee Dee remained the coolest-looking (and talking) Ramone by far, even as he and his brudders crashed their final socio-musical barrier to become inductees into the so-called Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame circa Spring 2001. Wearing an entirely Bowery-worthy wine-colored jacket, and fresh from hunting down Gene Pitney for an autograph backstage, Dee Dee confronted all of the industry’s most pseudo-powerful within the wholly inappropriate Waldorf Astoria that night, and as every Ramone but Joey stood proudly alongside uttered these final, all-encapsulating words of characteristic rare, raw wisdom:
"Hi, I’m Dee Dee Ramone, and, uh, I’d like to congratulate myself, and thank myself, and give myself a big pat on the back. Thank you, Dee Dee. You’re very wonderful. I love you."
