the Big O

Roy Orbison – he was so different from everybody else.  His music was different, almost orchestral, his look was different, the tinted glasses and the enormous slicked back hair, and his way of being on stage was different – standing so still, his face so expressionless.   I recently heard a radio programme analysing his music, the rhythms, the change of pace, the unusual format, explaining how different from all other pop stars he was.  But in the 60s, that meant nothing to me.  You liked it or you didn’t.  And even though he didn’t have a rocking beat or a blues feel, somehow he managed not to sound like Engelbert Humperdinck.  Roy Orbison was no smooth balladier.  The emotion in his songs was so passionate, so raw, it was just what you wanted to hear.  It said it all.