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Classic Rock Magazine
December, 2008

Words by: Max Bell

It’s Johnny’s birthday. He’s 57 today and life is swell for Mr. John Mellencamp. He’s staying in Claridge’s Hotel on Brook Street London – and that ain’t cheap. God knows what his suite cost, because a ham sandwich is 11.50 pounds sterling. VIPs stay at Claridge’s don’t you know – there’s security on his corridor. Not for him and not even for Samuel L. Jackson, who’s in the adjacent room. The hired muscle is for Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, the winsome twins from Sherman Oaks currently enjoying a shopping spree on Bond Street, where famous rappers and over-fed politicians are embracing the credit crunch with gusto. Walking in this neighborhood, you don’t know whether to carry an autograph book or a powerful handgun.

But here’s Johnny and his lovely wife Elaine Irwin Mellencamp, a former supermodel turned super-delegate and glowing face of Almay Cosmetics. There’s a minor problem in the household – no piano in the suite. “Should we change suites, honey?” John asks. “I dunno, baby. Do you need the piano?” He doesn’t really, “I need a shower,” says John, grabbing himself a bottle of water and firing up an Americans Spirit. Rock stars who smoke – unusual these days. And John’s looking good: big, dark quaff, leather jerkin, white tee, blue jeans and work boots; he’s a man o’ the people crossed with Martin Sheen in Badlands doing a James Dean impersonation. While I admire John’s biceps and examine his faded tattoos, he comments on my vintage Sony Talkman. “I got exactly the same machine, only with a better mic than yours. I record all my albums on it.”

By way of an icebreaker we talk about London, which John knows well since he lived here for 18 months from 1977 in a rented house in Chelsea found for him by his friend, the late Mick Ronson. “You’d have to search hell to find someone with a bad word to say about him,” John remarks.

Now 30 years on, Mellencamp has noticed that “you Brits have changed. You got bigger and fatter. When I was here everyone was lean and fait. Not that they worked out, but they walked everywhere and there was no McDonald’s. I checked. When I went back to the States I thought: “God, people here are so fat,” Now you’re filling out. It’s your diet. Too much starch. There’s King Corn in everything.”

John’s got mixed feeling about England, “because my first two managers were English." They were Tony DeFries (known as Deep Freeze to his friends) – the Main Man svengali who masterminded David Bowie’s career in the 70s – and Billy Gaff, who did the same job for Rod Stewart and The Faces. “Lemme tell you about England. You stole my money, you took my publishing and you changed my name. So not only was I broke, I had absolute zero credibility. It took me 15 years to get my money back – I still haven’t got it all – longer still to get over the fucking Cougar thing.”

Oh yes. It was Tony DeFries who christened him Johnny Cougar, for reasons unknown. (Classic Rock wonders if the name was inspired by Johnny Cougar, Redskin Wrestler, a character in Tiger comic.) On his first album Chestnut Street Incident, the singer was plastered in makeup and made to look like an effete teen idol, a'la Bobby Vee or Ricky Nelson – that’s if they’d been rent boys in Spanish Harlem. “That was quite a culture shock for a boy from a small town in Indiana,” John recollects, “I’d been rejected by every record company in New York before I went to MainMan. The reason I tried them is because when I was a kid I read Creem magazine and they wrote about everything that was alien to small-town boy – Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, Moot The Hoople, David Bowie and The New York Dolls. I loved all the stuff. We used to play the glam songs in my early bar bands in Bloomington where I grew up as one of 9,000 people. That Creem world out of Detroit was the most important thing to me.”

On the verge of quitting the business, Mellencamp chanced his arm at MainMan. “I walked in and got lucky because the receptionist, who was a woman incidentally, thought I was handsome. Plus she came from the Midwest like me. She actually walked my tape into DeFries’s office. I drove home 20 hours in the car, and when I got in there was a message from MainMan’s president, Jaime Andrews, who said he’d listened to the tape and wanted to put it out. Could I come back to New York immediately? I phoned him and said: “I ain’t got no money.” Didn’t matter ‘cos he sent me an airline ticket and booked me in to a hotel. I met DeFries and he asks: “Have you written any songs?” Yeah, two. ‘Okay,’ he says. “Here’s $30,000. Go home and make some demos.” I thought: “Thirty grand, that’s a lot of money” and I almost decided to take the cash and fuck off. Buy a new car or something. But I didn’t do that. I made my demos and took ‘em back and then I met Mick who hired me a band, including him and the pianist Michael Kamen, a real fucking hot shot.”

Ronson was on tour with Bob Dylan’s rolling Thunder Revenue at the time. “But he still played guitar for me. What a fantastic guy. He fixed the songs and DeFries put ‘em out. I thought they were just work in progress. No, they were good enough. He gives me a deal on the spot and few months later the album comes out with that cover and that name. Why Cougar for fuck’s sake? You English guys are into the star-making thing – David Jones, Adam Faith. But I said: ‘I dunno about this, Tony. I don’t like this name and the cover is horrible,’ He shrugged: “Take the deal or piss off.” I kinda like him, though. He was a very cut-glass English barrister.”

Mellencamp landed at MainMan when the company was in freefall. Bowie had sacked DeFries and was holed up in a hotel room ingesting vast amounts of cocaine and living on milk. DeFries had sacked Iggy and Mott The Hoople. The only people left were Bowie’s old back-up team: hangers on like Leese Childers, Cherry Vanilla, Dana Gillespie and an assorted ragbag of post Velvet Underground queens transvestites and ne’er do wells. A fantastic time, in other words.

“I was at the bottom of the totem pole but DeFries decided to use me to get his own back on Bowie, which was never going to work. When all the chips fell there was just me and Ronson left, so the atmosphere was weird to say the least. The offices were staffed by a bunch of very nice gay people. I liked those guys: they made life there more tolerable. Nice, smart, caring guys. Even so, I had zero power. Of course I never met Bowie then. They took all his pictures off the wall and his name was a forbidden word. I did meet him 10 years ago at Jann [Rolling Stone Editor] Wenner’s 60th birthday bash and we talked about the company, DeFries and Mick. I had a good evening. Bowie was very funny.”

So in the mid '70s John Cougar Mellencamp was hanging out in New York with the remnants of the Andy Warhol crowd, going to Max’s Kansas City and CBGB’s, seeing the Dolls and catching Talking Heads before Sire signed them. “Which was great except I was going nowhere. The album only sold a few hundred copies, to my friends and family mostly.”

His follow-up, The Kid Inside, stayed on the shelves but was eventually released with an even more preposterous cover than the debut. This time John Cougar (as he was now known) resembled gay porn star who’d just done 10 rounds with Marvin Hagler: all hot, sweaty and lipstick pouty.

As an act of kindness, DeFries had let him go and he fell into the outstretched arms of Billy Gaff – “a very old-school entrepreneur” who insisted on the London move. Out of the frying pan, into a nest of vipers. By now he’s decided to be a folk singer. “Which considering I arrived at the height of punk wasn’t a good idea. I went to the Vortex one night with Ronson and we nearly got the shit kicked out of us because he was wearing a satin jacket and platform shoes and had long blond hair and I probably had a guitar over my should. We went to see the The Stranglers.”

He liked London but soon found Gaff wasn’t averse to taking liberties. “In those days the English were very good at managing people, and owning their publishing, which is illegal. They took advantage but I figured, ‘You own everything I got, so what the hell.' I had no choice see, no choice. Gaff impressed me ‘cos of the Rod Stewart thing, but he was very adept at not answering my calls or even seeing me at all. Plus he put me on this Warners offshoot called Riva, which was the shittiest little label ever. But I couldn’t take out a character reference," he says crossly. “It was either take it or quit and fuck off. When I left Riva and went to Los Angeles after making A Biography (cover shot of John in a suit looking like Duran Duran’s hairdresser, he was back to Johnny Cougar for this one), I had five contracts I couldn’t get out of and one hit single in Australia. I Need A Lover, which I never saw a cent from. I told Gaff: “We’re done here.” He replied: “You don’t like me, but you’re stuck with me.”

Being big Down Under made Mellencamp realize he needed to make something that was so painfully commercial, “so full of shitty little pop songs (as he rather bluntly puts it) that no one could fuck with me, since no critic ever took me seriously. In the next few years I wrote the hits, Hurts So Good, Hand To Hold Onto, the American Fool album and, of course, Jack and Diane. I went from being a fucking joke to being one of the biggest pop-rock stars there ever was. At one point I had two singles in the American Top 10 and the No. 1 album. You know who the only other person to do that is? John Lennon. So I’m in the history books and I’m still with Gaff.”

Success brought a kind of freedom when Mellencamp was rescued from music business slavery by Allen J. Grubman, the intriguingly named showbusiness lawyer whose clients include Madonna, Bruce Springsteen and Sting. “Allen’s a tough guy, like Allen Klein. He said: “I can get you out of this.” Finally I was able to write some better songs. Not that Jack And Diane is a something I regret. That song did well for me and it’s pretty good anyway, as an account of a couple of high-school sweethearts goes. I was also writing stuff like Pink Houses, which was kind of political but wrapped in an ‘ain’t that America’ vibe, which made it work for the mainstream. I was huge, so I decided to write what I wanted. I think I invented that whole “No Depression” thing with the Scarecrow album, though I don’t get the credit. By 1985 I was made. My only enemy was myself.”

For reasons unexplained, the artist formerly known as Johnny Cougar was still suffering from an inferiority complex, or something akin to an identity crisis. It wasn’t until his 11th album, the rocked-up Whenever We Wanted, that he used his own name, having flirted with every possible variation of his DeFries moniker. At least now he had some control over his image and was depicted on album sleeves looking butch with a cigarette, embracing scantily clad women in bordellos and his future wife Elaine.

In 1994, Mellencamp paid for his four pack–a-day habit and his on-the-road lifestyle with a minor heart attack during a concert at Jones Beach. “It was my own faulty,” he admitted. “Sometimes I woke up 20 times a night to smoke and my diet was terrible. My cholesterol level was way too high. [I thought] I’d better sort this out if I don’t want to die young.”

Long before that he’d quit the business for two years at the height of his fame to become a painter. “I consider myself a painter and I did then, I’d rather be a good painter than a good rock star. In fact I’d rather be a good electrician. My problem is what I call ‘the hungry beast inside.’ By 1985 I had the mindset that said: ‘Whaddya mean the last album only sold seven million and went five times platinum? I forced my will on my career and let it run my life. Ruin my life. Fame consumed me. I did the Lonesome Jubilee record and supported it with the biggest tour in the world at that time, but I was also getting a divorce and I was very tired. Plus, I didn’t like myself. I made a pact with the devil. It was like that Paul Newman film Somebody Up There Likes Me, about Rocky Marciano where someone says: ‘You can have this soda but you have to pay for it. ‘So I said, fuck it. I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead and I didn’t tour for five years. I became a painter and I was committing artistic suicide. I didn’t drink much or do any drugs but I was a terrible womanizer. The worst, I sat at home and painted from eight ‘til eight and I had millions of girlfriends. That was all I did.”

Doesn’t sound so bad. “It was bad! Had me some good times, but I’m a songwriter and I had a band who I felt responsible for, who were phoning me up and complaining they were broke. So I did the Big Daddy album in my spare time and then I met Elaine. When I married her I calmed down. I wasn’t like an Elton John ‘oh I quit’ type. I just took some time off.”

Mellencamp’s rebirth as a blue-collar, left-of-center rock activist enabled him to restore his credibility to a point. It’s to be noted that he’s frequently described as ‘the poor man’s Bruce Springsteen,' but John’s doesn’t have much time for his critics.

He lives in lavish Italianate-styled mansion in Indiana with several acres and horses for his sons, Hud and Speck (he has three daughters from two previous marriages). And some not very nice neighbors. The trouble with being a liberal in Bloomington, Indiana is that if you raise your head above the parapet, somebody wants to take a pot shot. “Hell, yeah. My family has had some vile threats. I had to get the police to my boy’s school because they were being bullied at recess after folks took exception to some of my anti-war songs. To Washington specifically. I’ve had people rowing boats past my house screaming obscenities. It ain’t pleasant. Here were people I’ve lived among for 30 years and they’re pissed at me because I don’t like George Bush.”

Back in the '80s Mellencamp was an instigator of the Farm Aid movement, kick-started by Bob Dylan and then made manifest by Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Neil Young, Tom Petty and assorted U.S. rock stars with a conscience about the dust-bowl economics of the so-called Corn Belt. Ever the activist, Mellencamp also appeared at the 9/11 Concert For New York.

“I was delighted to be involved because I see people like those guys and the way they conduct themselves after years in the business is remarkable. Willie has got it sussed and Neil has class. Can’t think of a nicer guy. Same with Springsteen. I admire them all.”

In the last year Mellencamp has released what he considers to be his best work yet, the Life, Death, Love and Freedom album, and was inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame by Billy Joel, having himself done the honors for the Lovin’ Spoonful. He finally feels vindicated. “The difference between who I was, Johnny Cougar, and today, is staggering. I feel like I’ve found my songwriting characters and my own voice. You wouldn’t recognize me 20 years ago. I was so hyper and wouldn’t understand a word I said. Aging is a process I’m not at the mercy of anybody.”

A lot of the detail on the new album deals with the big issues of its title in a candid fashion. The death of Mellencamp’s idol Johnny Cash (whose portrait hangs in pride of place in his home studio) is a possible inspiration. “I’ve seen Cash and Willie [Nelson] playing at the height of their powers before a few hundred people in the shittiest Executive Inns and not lose their grace. I went to Cash’s funeral and from the private showing to the public showing of his body in its hearse – the road was full of people who saluted as the cortege went past the Interstate in Nashville. That was an amazing and humbling thing to witness. I don’t put myself in that category at all but I can try.”

The latest album also benefits from the sure touch of producer T Bone Burnett, whose sparse touch brings the JJ Cale-flavoured John Cockers and the Waylon Jennings-flavored Don’t Need This Body into a place that might even stifle the criticism of John’s detractors.

“It might, but it don’t matter. I’m very pleased with the results and I’m my own harshest critic, apart from my lovely wife Elaine here. She’s so…elegant and ladylike. Not like me. I am fortunate to live my life now on my own terms. Have I fucked up before? No, not really. Have I done everything my way? No, I didn’t once think: ‘Is that all there is?’ But I got my career back and it’s been a helluva ride. To be in the Hall of Fame and to make this album” Yeah, I’m proud of those things. And now I’ve got to go and take that shower.”

Well, it’s Johnny birthday. He’s got to smell nice for the wife. He’s on a promise and it’s time to set the Cougar free.
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