I Can’t Explain

This is THE ZOO, the place where the needle still drops on the records that built the format, and the cut coming up is the one that started the whole argument. “I Can’t Explain,” The Who, opening side one of Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy. If you only know them from the windmill, the opera, or the laser show, start here. Two minutes and change of a band that had not yet learned how to be careful.

Pete Townshend wrote it in 1964, not long after the Shepherd’s Bush outfit had shed the names The Detours and The High Numbers and settled on The Who. Roger Daltrey was out front, John Entwistle on bass, Keith Moon already treating the kit like a dare, Townshend on a Rickenbacker with a chip on his shoulder the size of the Goldhawk Road. Their first single under the old name, “Zoot Suit,” had gone nowhere. Kit Lambert and Chris Stamp were managing them, pushing the mod look and the Maximum R&B tag, but the record that would actually travel still had to be made. Townshend has said he aimed the song straight at the sound American producer Shel Talmy had just pulled out of The Kinks on “You Really Got Me.” He wanted that compressed, snarling guitar, the kind of record that hit a club P.A. and made the floor move. The lyric is teenage and blunt on purpose: a feeling he cannot name, a girl he cannot read, a stammer that is half style and half the real thing. Daltrey later called it testosterone set to a riff. That is as good a definition of early Who as you are going to get.

Talmy booked them into Pye Studios in London, the same room he had been using for The Kinks, in early November 1964. He was not entirely sure a live club band could deliver a tight single, so he stacked the session. The Ivy League, a polished English vocal trio, came in for the “got a feeling inside” answers. Session guitarist Jimmy Page was on the clock as insurance, because Talmy wanted a lead player in the building if Townshend froze. What Page actually played, and whether any of it survived the mix, has been argued for sixty years. Page has said he was on rhythm, second guitar, and that the riff was all Pete. Talmy has said Page was not needed because Townshend was already brilliant. Daltrey, in later interviews and in his book, has remembered Page on the solo. The tape does not settle it cleanly. What the record does settle is the attack: Daltrey’s voice still a little raw, Entwistle locked under the riff, Moon already playing fills where other drummers would have played time, Townshend’s guitar bright and mean. Talmy ran the three-track fast to catch the dynamics, stretched the arrangement just past two minutes, and got the A-side and the B-side, the old blues “Bald Headed Woman,” finished in a short session. Four takes is the number that keeps coming up in the band’s memory. Ten takes is closer to Talmy’s. Either way, nobody was camping out in the studio.

Brunswick put it out in Britain in January 1965, after a December 1964 release on Decca in the States. It reached the British top ten and stalled in the lower reaches of the American chart, which tells you more about 1965 radio than about the song. It did not make the original British My Generation album. American buyers got it on The Who Sings My Generation. For years after that it lived as a single, a stage opener, and a memory, until Track Records gathered the early singles onto Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy in 1971. The title is the band’s own nicknames: Meaty for Daltrey, Beaty for Moon, Big Johnny for Entwistle, Bouncy for Townshend. Townshend wrote the liner notes and treated the collection like a scrapbook of the singles years, before Tommy turned them into something the newspapers could explain. “I Can’t Explain” is track one, side one, which is exactly where it belongs. The compilation is the cleanest way back to the band that still had something to prove and a management team willing to smash a guitar if the photograph needed it.

The four of them had come up together in west London, art-school attitude mixed with working-club volume. Daltrey, the oldest, had started The Detours and eventually lost the band-leader chair to Townshend’s songs. Entwistle and Townshend had played in a Dixieland outfit as kids, which is a detail that never stops being funny once you have heard the bass on “My Generation.” Moon arrived from a semi-pro group called The Beachcombers and auditioned by demolishing the kit. By the time “I Can’t Explain” was a hit they were the house wreckers of the mod circuit, auto-destruction written into the act, Union Jack jackets, French cuts, pills, and a set list that could turn a ballroom into a riot report. The singles that followed, “Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere” and then “My Generation,” made the reputation. The albums made the argument: A Quick One, The Who Sell Out, Tommy in 1969, Live at Leeds, Who’s Next, Quadrophenia. Moon died in 1978. Entwistle died in 2002. Daltrey and Townshend have carried the name since, sometimes with a full band, sometimes as the last two men who were in the room when the riff was written.

On stage the song never really left the set. It is short enough to open a show and mean enough to remind a stadium crowd that the opera came later. The stutter, the handclaps, the way the backing voices sit just behind Daltrey, the little guitar figure that answers the vocal: all of it is still the blueprint. Townshend has called it a love song written to order. Daltrey has called it the moment the band became itself. Both can be true. Shel Talmy heard a group he thought was the best actual rock and roll band in England and cut them before anyone had time to smooth the corners off. That is the record.

Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy is the album to own if you want the singles without the later myth glued on top. “I Can’t Explain,” “The Kids Are Alright,” “Substitute,” “I’m a Boy,” “Happy Jack,” “Pictures of Lily,” “I Can See for Miles,” the Lot. It is a jukebox with a grudge. Play this one loud enough that the riff hits before the lyric does. That is how it was built.

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