Dick Dale: Guitar Hero





Back from the depths of cancer and near death, Dale has defied his doctors and returns to the stage in a venue near you. Now in his early 80s, Dale is one of a kind, last of a breed.  Only Jerry Lee Lewis rivals Dale among living purveyors of real , original rock and roll. Hell be in Oakland on Oct 14 and Santa Cruz Oct 12 among other west coast venues.

by Tim McMahan

Dick Dale was cranky. He’d been on the road, and sick since April 10 with dizzy spells, and just the night before we talked via phone from the Woodbridge, N.J., Budget Motor Lodge, Dick had six liters of saline pumped into a body that “looked like a damn dry-cleaning rack.” It’s what’s known as “suffering from exhaustion.” He’d had very little sleep, if any. He wasn’t in a good mood.

“Where are you calling from? Omaha. Well, no wonder you don’t know what’s going on,” Dale said, later adding, “You shouldn’t even be writing this story if you haven’t heard me play live. You can’t write with the passion you receive until you see a Dick Dale concert.” I didn’t know if I was stung more by his arrogance or because he was right.

Dick Dale talks in the undulating non-stop crescendo rhythms that are a metaphor for his in-your-face guitar-playing style. He’s the kind of guy who slips in and out of third-person singular. He’s called the “King of Surf Guitar,” a title he says he never paid attention to. “I really hated that fucking thing,” Dale quickly added. “It drove me crazy all these years. I became stereotyped.”

He’s best known these days as the guy who plays the trembling, violent, middle-eastern-flavored epoch “Misirlou,” the crash-and-burn guitar roar that is launched at the beginning of Quentin Tarantino’s “Pulp Fiction,” right after “Honey Bunny” Amanda Plummer yells, “This is a robbery.” Oh yeah, now you remember.

Few of us know-nothing Omahans know that Dale had a huge career before meeting Tarantino, making the Southern California scene in 1960 with Dick Dale and the Del-tones.

(The Tarantino story, incidently, as told by Dale, talking at 100 miles an hour: “Quentin makes movies from the energy of songs. He said, ‘I’m one of your biggest fans.’ He said, ‘Misirlou is a masterpiece. I would love to have your permission to make a movie that will be a masterpiece that will complement the masterpiece of Misirlou.’ I knew when he did Reservoir Dogs and the shit he had to go through that he was no bullshitter. I’m a very good judge of character.”)

Dale received the “surf king” tag after the release of the single, “Let’s Go Trippin’” in 1961, a song that is considered by critics to be the seedling of the surf music genre, later cultivated by the Beach Boys (who Dale says he used to give $50 to open his shows), Jan and Dean and all the others who sang pop-candy about bikinis and souped up cars. Surf music was faddish, and ultimately, vacuous and boring — just the opposite of Dick Dale’s music.

Anyone who’s heard “Misirlou” (released originally in 1961) or any of Dale’s recent releases (notably, “Tribal Thunder” or “Unknown Territory,”) know that his music is all about power and speed, rhythm and noise.

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“I don’t play pyrotechnic scales,” Dale says. “I play about frustration, patience, anger. Music is an extension of my soul. If you go to a Dick Dale concert you’ll see skinheads, tatoos, androgenous people, tribes of all the lands, college professors… That’s where typical musicians fail — they try to show off and play more technical to impress other musicians. But I’m playing for the people who are working for $3.50 an hour, the carpenters, the ditch diggers, the grass-roots people.”

Dale says his shows are more than rock concerts, they’re transcendental experiences. “I’m constantly being influenced by the soul that’s directly in front of me,” he says. “One guy said, ‘You’re a living Shaman.’ He had steel pins through his nose and cheek and tongue, and he came up to me and just held me and trembled. I said, ‘It’s okay, I know what you’re trying to say.’”

Perhaps Dale misread the signs. Maybe pincushion man was merely overcome by the intense noise level. If all reports are accurate, you would be well-advised to bring a pair of industrial-strength earplugs to the Royal Grove May 4. The common thread that runs through reviews of Dick Dale shows is the overpowering sound levels, something that Dale prides himself on.

“I met Leo Fender, who is the guru of all amplifiers, and he gave me a Stratocaster,” Dale said. A left-hander, Dale plays with the strings upside down. “When Leo saw that, he fell down laughing. He became a second father to me.”

Through the course of his early relationship with Fender, Dale says he blew up more than 50 amplifiers, acting as sort of a walking test lab for Fender.

“Leo said, ‘How come you have to be so loud?’ In that era, no one played with their amps above 5,” Dale said. Finally he took Fender to see one of his ballroom shows, where more than 4,000 listened. As a result, Fender created the “Showman” amp for Dale, with more than 100 watts of power. “Dick Dale became the father of Heavy metal,” Dale says. “Dick Dale became the man who made ears bleed.”

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Copyright © 1998 Tim McMahan. All rights reserved.

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Dick Dale at one of his many gigs enters into a trance-like state while fronting his band.

“You shouldn’t even be writing this story if you haven’t heard me play live. You can’t write with the passion you receive until you see a Dick Dale concert