
Ah, they don't teach the classics any more. Some people just look blankly at you when you invoke "The Three Little Bops." Everybody knows a few great Looney Toons, but those spoiled by grad school often rattle off a slightly wrong list of cartoons, the half-consciously arty later work of Chuck Jones. Nothing wrong with Jones; he brought Daffy himself to his peak, and there's no higher praise than that. His fans are simply wrong. I don't mean wrong about some particular matter; I mean wrong people, wrong in the aestheto-fascist sense, as in, "This is a wrong person, so please stand him/her up against the nearest pockmarked wall, will you, Lieutenant?"
Of course, I'd have to be stood up against that same wall, about a thousand times over. People like me simply should not be allowed to talk about Looney Toons. We ruin everything we mention. It's the basis of the academic profession, ruining anything decent.
But here I am, alive and yapping despite all the probabilites, so let's commence the contamination.
"The Three Little Bops" is part of the l0ng and glorious series of Looney Toons using the most common fairy tales for a bassline. Nearly all of these are great, but "Bops" is one of the best and for some reason the least known. It's one of those perfect products of California just as it was about to be swamped, the era of Philip K. Dick's early novels and the San Francisco movies of Hitchcock.. Pre-rock, pre-hippie, something autumnal about the music and the style. "Bops" makes the three little pigs into jazz musicians--and I hate jazz. Bart Simpson put it best, explaining why cartoons are the only native American art form: "I don't include jazz, because it sucks."
And the three little pigs look jazzy: one has a pork pie hat, another a beret. I winced at the picture. But the music they play isn't jazz at all. It's got a beat, it's simple and insistent, and in fact to my pop ear sounds exactly like the tune of "Rock Around the Clock." That was such a relief that after enjoying the cartoon for the tenth or eleventh time, I looked up the musicians on the credits. The musical director is Shorty Rogers, credited with a big influence on "the West Coast sound." Which I'm guessing means, "Sneaking an actual tune and a decent beat into the musical wanking called jazz."