Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Gram Parsons Still Dead Part I: If he could only see himself now

For those uninitiated, Gram Parsons is given credit for being the godfather of Country Rock music, although he preferred to call his style Cosmic American Music, a melting pot of rock, R & B, and Country. Ever heard of Uncle Tupelo? Wilco?

Gram was a privileged, wealthy, and very damaged son of the south who formed one of the first Country Rock bands, the International Submarine Band, while at Harvard (no dummy, that boy!), then went on to pretty much hijack the Byrds for one album, Sweetheart Of The Rodeo. Later he formed the Flying Burrito Brothers, discovered Emmylou Harris, sang with her on two absolutely brilliant solo albums, GP and Grievous Angel, and then did what he seems to have became most famous for...he went out to The Joshua Tree Inn in the desert and died! Now, the truth is old Gram may not have even been famous for that if it weren't for the fact his road manager, Phil Kaufman, stole his corpse and took it back out to Joshua Tree and torched it!

First of all.....sorry,
Gram. I promise we'll write more about the music in the future and less about that ugly little episode that happened at the occasion of your demise.

What's that? You say you LIKE this stuff?

I think it was Roger McGuinn who said it
, but it could have been any musician who knew Gram Parsons. "Gram sure would have dug it knowing he was gonna be this hot after he died." Most everyone who knew Gram agrees on the fact that while music was the vehicle and Gram wanted to play, what he really wanted was to be famous.....um, mission accomplished! OK, well there was that early departure thing... maybe that wasn't the best idea!

Gram would have dug it? No kidding!! Based on what I've read about the man, and that's pretty much everything, he would have loved the entire way he achieved fame.

"If Gram was here today, he'd still be dead..... he was heading in that direction".. Phil Kaufman in Fallen Angel.

Gram would have loved the whole story about the coffin burning, he would have dug that stupid movie, Grand Theft Parsons. He probably would have agreed to make a cameo appearance as his own corpse. Gram, by all accounts, loved telling stories, so I have to think he would have totally bought into Phil Kaufman creating his own myth in that flick. Who cares about the facts? Apparently Gram, who was known by all to tell whoppers pretty regularly, sure didn't.
One if the funniest parts of the entire myth for me rests on the fact that Gram fans have for years placed wreaths and tributes at a certain spot next to Cap Rock, where the "cremation" of Gram Parsons was assumed to have taken place. Kaufman, ever the realist...and some would call him a few other names, featured a map in his book, Road Mangler Deluxe, and asserts that there is no way that he and his partner in the body stealing venture, Michael Martin, could have drug a coffin full of Gram Parsons to that particular spot as they were simply too drunk. Instead, he circles a much less romantic area that is right by the road, allowing the drunken duo to simply drag the coffin out of the hearse, dose the body, and easily get away from the headlights approaching in the dark. Kaufman recounts that the coffin seemed quite heavy in their inebriated state and at one point they actually dropped it and both said "Sorry Gram".Of course, there is the question of how someone too drunk to remember much of anything comes up with so many small details that just happen to be so "screen worthy", but when you are creating your own myth...... 

There's another thing you have to realize before becoming absorbed in the story of Gram Parsons, which is easy enough to do. Tennessee Williams could not have written the story in his wildest dreams. Alcoholism, Drug Abuse, Wealth, Death. All the elements are there for a Southern Gothic Epic. But we go to deeply into it, I should tell you this one thing you have to realize about Gram Parsons.

No romance, no glory, flat out, for the last year or two of his brief life, Gram Parsons turned into a junkie! His death was, as becomes increasingly clear as the years go by, a junkie's death. A mistake. A miscalculation if you will. If Gram was here, he might still be dead, but he'd be saying "never, ever, ever take a second hit!"

Coming up in Part II: We hear some words from Emmylou Harris and Chris Hillman and try figure out exactly who was there and what might have happened the night Gram checked out!

Monday, November 29, 2010

A Forgotten Hall & Oates Classic Revisited

LOVE TRAIN, the O'Jays classic that Daryl Hall, John Oates, and Todd Rundgren are belting out for the grand finale of the final show at the Philadelphia Spectrum on October 23, 2009, might have been the latest song that this trio sang together, but their musical history together extends back another almost 4 decades.

By the end of 1973, I had discovered Hall and Oates, reveling in the combination of blue eyed soul and folk like instrumentation and harmonies that comprised the sound of Abandoned Luncheonette.Todd had been at the fore front of my emerging musical consciousness beginning with the tuneful era of Runt,through the span of Something / Anything,extending into the whimsical tunefulness of A Wizard, A True Star,and past to the electronic experimentation of Todd.

When it came to Todd, I was almost as much into Todd the producer as much as Todd the musician. Total fascination with guys who can hear a sound in there head, twiddle a knob on a board, and there you have it.
Thus it was in late November of 1974 when the third Hall and Oates Album, War Babies,appeared on the new release shelf at my local record shop, Back Alley Disc, thus named as it was actually in a back alley....one that I took a short cut through every day as I walked home from class at UVA. The album cover, a montage of images including Ritz crackers, Bomb Shelter signs, an Eisenhower-Nixon campaign button, and a half-eaten BLT sandwich, did little to give away the audio treats hidden inside the package, instead creating an aura of nostalgia akin to the dilapidated and overgrown diner on the cover of Abandoned Luncheonette.Upon turning the cover over, I saw the first indication that perhaps War Babies might be a little different from Luncheonette.
enunciating Rundgren's influence was the admonition to PLAY IT LOUD! Topping it off was one of the Rundgren mantras "Anything worth doing is worth overdoing" attributed to one P. Muse on the back!

What an anticipatory walk home that was! A duo that I had just gotten into primarily because of their stellar vocals and blue eyed soul leanings produced by the man I not only considered one of the premier record producers of the era, but also one to whom pop and blue eyed soul came so easily that he had already left much of it behind before the public even heard it. Match made in heaven? The walk home to my little detached speaker record player was filled with thoughts of a virtual blue eyed soul extravaganza as well the effects from the marijuana that I had packed into top half inch of the Merit Light cigarette I smoked as I walked home.

Upon arrival, I performed the ritual of tearing the plastic from the cover and pulled out the sleeve to reveal a much different looking Daryl Hall and John Oates than the back cover of Luncheonette. Gone were the denim jackets and any semblance of a folky look. A fairly androgynous looking Daryl Hall in a tight, sleeveless t-shirt shook the match that had just lit the cigarette hanging from his mouth and Oates stared shirtless except for a patterned and shiny designer jacket. 

As the needle dropped on song one, Oates' "Can't Stop The Music (He Played It Much Too Long)", a reflection on the rigors of touring, it was the sound that caught me right away! The mandolin and acoustic guitars of the first two H & O albums were totally gone, replaced by electric guitars, keyboards, and the sound of Rundgren's signature and never ending synthesizer washes floating around in the background
! I LOVED it!!

As if to accentuate the point, the song segues gracefully into "Is It A Star" and the wash of Rundgrenesque electronics intensifies as the songwriting begins to take a slightly more experimental turn, all the while thematically and lyrically remaining consistent with the general negativity of the duo's experiences in the music business while set in the strangeness and isolation of a post-60s cityscape.

"Beanie G and The Rose Tattoo" and "You're Much Too Soon" are more conventional in melody for the most part, while "70's Scenario" anticipates and sets the mood of isolation and coldness that will dominate much of side 2, with tons of reverb, more moody synth wash backgrounds and Rundgren's counter to melody and out of time guitar solo. Much was made by some critics of what they described as Todd's regressive playing on this and other records of the era. It's clear to my ear that the guitar injections are intended to jar the listener, not sooth them.

As side 1 ends, it is noted that the cityscape that the album closely resembles is more New York than Philadelphia, understandable in light of the musicians current residence in NYC. With solo writing credit for 3 of 5 songs on side 1 and 4 of 5 on side 2, also noted is the dominance of Hall's songwriting, likely a factor that played into his recent assertion that War Babies was sort of his first solo album (an assertion that Oates strongly disagrees with, by the way).
 Side 2 (remember the sides?) is where War Babies really gets ramped up! The title track is the centerpiece of the LP, beginning with an air raid siren straight out of the 50s air raid shelter days pictured on the cover.The almost military beat of the music kicks in and builds until it's a melody almost reminiscent of Rundgren's "International Feel" from A Wizard, A True Star. The lyrics of "War Babies" are a liturgy of images drawn from the culture of the 50s mixed with the apprehension familiar to any child who grew up in the era when a plane flew overhead in the dark. All the paranoia and fear that was growing up in the post nuclear world is there, accentuated by the band's stellar musicianship.

If "War Babies" is the thematic core of the album, it is the next song, "I'm Watching You (A Mutant Romance)" that represents its spiritual core, empty as that may be. It is prefaced on the lyric sheet by a note:

In the summer of '73 surveillance monitors were
installed in the
Times Square area of New York City

Starting with a solo piano riff backed by the synthesizer whirl that was a signature of Rundgren's sound at the time,the lyrics appear to be a paean of love to a prostitute from the watcher of the monitor screen until the very last verse when the watcher is revealed to be the video camera itself, thus the mutant romance. What better image to illustrate the coldness and isolation of the city and, for that matter, the music business of the mid-70s itself than the image of the machine, devoid of real feelings yet watching all the time?

The fadeout of the song with it's plaintive "and I'm watching you... all night!" still sends a slight chill down my spine. After all this dripping depression, some relief is called for. It appears in the form of the very next track "Better Watch Your Back". A jaunty and happy guitar riff with a hint of Hall's mandolin in it carries the energy immediately from the head to the feet, the butt, or whichever body part gets dancing fever first. Not all old school, the track features a bass line and slide guitar part that places it squarely in the War Babies sound base, nonetheless the shear upbeat melody of it offers relief from the city sounds that proceed it, despite lyrics which decry the danger of outspokenness of thought.

The mood is optimism is immediately broken by Hall's dirge like piano and lyrics to "Screaming Through December", but 3 minutes in the song turns into a virtual Utopia jam. Utopia was Rundgren's fledgling group at the time and War Babies included the full Utopian rhythm section of John Seigler on bass and Willie Wilcox on drums as well as Todd on guitar. The spacey instrumental section goes on for almost 2 minutes before winding back into the melody to close the track on the downbeat it started from.

The grand finale of War Babies is the rocker "Johnny Gore and The C Eaters", inspired by a sign Oates noticed as they were driving through Georgia as a missing H turned Johnny Gore and the Cheaters into Johnny Gore and the C eaters. Hall remembers that Bowie was everywhere during the era this record was made and "Johnny Gore and The C Eaters", on which the band shines (especially Rundgren on guitar), would not have been at all out of place on a Bowie album. As the track fades, the unique happenstance that was War Babies is over and with it, so is Hall and Oates time at Atlantic records.

War Babies
spent an awful lot of time spinning around on my little record player for a good 6 months or so. As far as I was concerned, it was as much a Todd Rundgren album as a Hall and Oates album. As I alluded to previously, I was as much a fan of Todd the Producer as Todd the Artist. War Babies was a true collaboration.

Rundgren touches were everywhere, from electronic segue between the first and the second song to the low volume keyboard doodle which starts "Beanie G and The Rose Tattoo". That was enough to keep it on my turntable for quite a while.

RCA signed Daryl and John and for years they distanced themselves from War Babies, colluding instead with the Atlantic records version of the story that the all powerful Todd Rundgren came aboard and virtually forced the duo to make an noncommercial record. 

Meanwhile, Hall and Oates released their first album for RCA, commonly known as the silver album. The work featured their venerable classic "Sara Smile" as well as the upbeat and declaratory opener "Camellia". Gone were the synth washes and metallic guitar, replaced by soothing keyboards and smooth guitar as Daryl and John took their proper place amongst the Yacht Rock artists the era is known for today.

When I first saw Daryl and John live in 1975, the silver album aka Hall & Oates, was their latest album and "Sara Smile" was the current hit. I don't recall them doing ANY songs from War Babies that night.Here they are performing "Is It A Star" for a German TV show in 1976. Check the duds that everyone is wearing, the palms trees on the set,and the generally softer arrangement of the tune..... ah,Yacht Rock! This video is from a bunch of cool You Tube stuff collected by Eddie Zyne, the drummer of the group here!

War Babies went into the bargain bins until just this last October when Paul Myers excellent book,
A Wizard, A True Star: Todd Rundgren in the Studio,was published. That book was not only the inspiration and reference guide for this article, but the sole impetus behind my finally getting a CD version of War Babies.

A move fraught with irony and hypocrisy actually began the reassessment of War Babies' delights when Atlantic Records, who threw Daryl and John off their label in 1974 because of it, re-released War Babies in 1998 as part of the label's 50th anniversary celebration. 

Apparently, Daryl and John have reassessed it as well. In fact, a brief discussion of the album ensued when Todd made an appearance on Hall's online TV show Live From Daryl's House, last year.The show also includes a mainly acoustic version of "Better Watch Your Back" from War Babies.  

War Babies is from the collectors label,Wounded Bird Records,and is available through Amazon. Highly recommended!!
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving from a Kink!

There really are not a lot of Rock N' Roll Thanksgiving tunes, so how fortunate am I that one of my particular artists of obsession, Ray Davies of the Kinks, wrote one of them? Backed by the Max Weinberg 7 and a choral group like the one he's traveling with now, here's Ray singing "Thanksgiving Day" from Late Night with Conan O'Brien back in 2005! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Best Version Ever of a Great Beatles B-Side

Back in, say, 1969-1970, when jukeboxes existed, The Beatles “Let It Be” was the hot single and. thus, often played. On the B-side, however, was this comedy classic, the Beatles best comedy song. If you have heard it, this is the longest most complete version, also cutting in some rare video footage that I had never seen before, dipping into ska, and the Holiday Inn lounge sound for good measure. I spent more quarters on this song than I care to count. ENJOY!!

Welcome To Rick Haggard's Classic Trax Version 2.0

I miss records stores…. I mean I really miss record stores. Let’s be honest. I live what one of my good friend’s described as “the semi-retired lifestyle of a Mobile DJ”. As such, I’ve been known to have time on my hands virtually anytime of day.
For many years, then, I was able to wander the aisles of record stores at will. Having no boss or office to report to, I often spent leisurely hours and hours perusing the racks. In fact, it was often a running joke at my regular store that I knew the layout and stock better than most of the employees. Occasionally, I would be asked to help a shopper find a certain CD… that’s how well I knew the store.

I suppose that I should also clarify that I actually think SOME record, as in 12 inch vinyl. stores will be around a long time, especially on the internet. A more apt description would be that I miss CD stores because for the last 20 years or so, the fun was always in seeing what was new to CD for the first time, what was newly remastered, like all those Beach Boy albums I now own 12 different CD copies of, and what was actually new…. as in newly released music!

Sadly, those days are gone. Recently I attended a show where the artist announced that the upcoming CD would be his last. As no one actually buys the CDs, his reasoning was why bother releasing it that way, why not just instead just release songs as downloads they are completed?

Of course, this also means the days of concept and story albums will be ending. No more thematic coherence, no more song cycles, no more artists writing whole albums and brilliant dissertations of personal tragedies, divorces, and spiritual revelations! No turkey cacciatore. no turkey stew, no turkey sandwiches…..d%#@ Bumpuses!!

Consider this your record store, especially if you, like me, lean towards the lesser known, but very high quality artists! Like in all good record stores, you can expert the clerk to make an occasional off-the-wall recommendation that will turn you on to a future favorite artist and even to occasionally argue with your personal choice! Ah….. those were the days!