Let me begin by clarifying that the term "Death" in the title is not to be taken literally. The term "Death" as used here, refers to his stature in the recording industry and his following by fans. Phil Spector is very much alive and is, in fact, currently awaiting his trial for the murder of actress/model Lana Clarkson. Spector was indicted in September of 2003 for this crime and finally his case will come to trial soon. This post is not intended to discuss his guilt or innocence. It is, instead, focused on what his crime(s) mean to those of us who thought of him as an icon in the early years of Rock n' Roll. Many of my readers may not even recognize Spector's name, but for those of us who were teenagers in the very late 50's and throughout the 60's Spector's name was almost a household word in the arena of music and recording. Spector gave us the Motown sound and many of the early female Do-Wop groups such as the Ronettes. Ronnie Spector was the wife of Phil in the 60's. In case you don't remember, the Ronettes gave us the big hit "Be my Baby". Phil Spector crossed all racial lines and gave equal opportunities to any Rock n' Roll groups whose sound he believed the public would like or want.
Somehow I feel cheated. I feel as if a large chunk of my wonderful teenage memories has been stolen from me. Spector's name was associated with just about everything new on the music front. I am disappointed and shocked to find that one whom I held in such high regard has committed such a heinous crime of murder. I wonder, however, if equal to that crime is the crime of desiccating the memories of teenagers nationwide. Perhaps I am over-reacting, but I get angry when things that I feel about profoundly are suddenly and unexpectedly taken from me or drastically altered. To many this may not be important at all, but to me it is for I have lost a very fond memory... no, more than lost...I feel violated.