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Merry Christmas, cap.......
I've mentioned Paul Griffin before, but here's a credit few know about.
https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/only-steely-dan-song-third-credited-writer/
& what's the damn fascination w those "gold tops."
I loved this Neil Diamond tune, and Larry deserves an oscar for the great faces!
Keith Secola - NDN Kar
That was funny!
Fats Waller - If You're A Viper
Uhhhh.....
Nor I.
Twenty years ago Kenny
was the guitar player in my friend's band.
One day he showed up at rehearsal with the news that Marty wanted
him to help form a new band. Given the opportunity who could blame him
for quitting!
Illinois Jacquet - Harlem Nocturne
Marty Stuart - Tempted
I'd never heard that original;
This was my introduction to it.
Frankly, it's a lot better and "understandable"
Boz Scaggs/Duane Allman - Loan Me A Dime
Elmore James - The Sky Is Cryin'
Tom Waits - That Feel
Jr. Wells - Viet Cong Blues
That, nelson is the difference between
"chicken shit & chicken salad!"
Could be, Myth;
outstanding and expensive cast of characters along with her.
Myth, I live about 200 miles from Seattle,
but that "twelfth man" could be heard down here, though faintly.
Ray Charles - I Believe To My Soul
There are lots of players
who aren't first call, but certainly have all the necessary skills to be considered that way.
The thing that kind of sets the very top guys apart isn't their ability to create, necessarily,
but they have a certain swagger that goes along with who they're suppose to be.
An extreme example was a hot shot young programmer/keyboard player, who often worked
for big stars like Madonna & Cindy Lauper, specifically.. He was really good, but also really an
asshole. When he first got to the studio, one time, I remember he gave 5 bucks to the assistant
engineer and told him to go down to the street and get him a pack of Marlboros.
Here's one he did for me
He & the 59 others in that room
are what is referred to in the business as "First Call" musicians.
They sight read the most difficult parts, play great & get paid accordingly.
Hanoi Hilton isn't even listed in his resume.
But he was there.
The biggest expense I ever witnessed
for food at a session was when Jimmy Webb was conducting his score
for a 60 piece orchestra, for the sound track of Hanoi Hilton.
It was at The Edison which was one of only three remaining rooms in the City
that could accommodate an orchestra of that size. Movies, as you might surmise
have big budgets, and to provide a classy "snack" for these first call, triple scale musicians,
Jimmy went all out.
I was sitting in the lounge when his copyist/assistant Laura came out of the control
room and went to the phone on an end table. She dialed up a number from a menu she had removed
from a big book of them that the studio kept, and proceeded to order Chinese food for 75 people!
What meant the most to me wasn't the food, however. It was meeting George Young.
http://georgeyoungmusic.com/
Yeah,one way to tell
the budget for a record was by the kind of refreshment
the studio/label was providing.
I always wondered if that fruit tray with all the loose grapes
got consolidated from the previous session(s).
Myth, I took a break from binge watching
The Crocodile Hunter marathon, and scrolling to the Weather Channel,
I noticed the whole team pushing a runner forward in the Bills v Cowboys game.
This football or rugby?
There's a lot of tedium that
precedes the excitement. As I've
often overstated, I like session guys.
I've seen some of T.B's videos that you've shared. He's
real cool.......and patient.
(Kinda "low end" beer, though, IMO!)
I watched the first hour, cap.
I will say. as "Skunk" Baxter once told me, "Producing bands
is a difficult and (often) thankless job."
That really your UNCLE?
I'll check it out, cap,
after my morning nap.
cap, when you have L.A. gunslingers
like that in the studio, the producer's job is to order
up 29 corned beef sandwiches from Canters Delicatessen,
and get the hell out of the way!
Oh, and a hummus platter for the three vegans in the crowd.
Ray Charles - The Midnight Hour
Nothing more need be said, cap
Personnel Jackson Browne – vocals, acoustic guitar (1, 2)
Leland Sklar – bass (1, 6, 7, 8)
Chuck Rainey – bass (2, 5)
Russ Kunkel – drums (1)
Jim Gordon – drums (2, 4)
Jeff Porcaro – drums (5–8)
Craig Doerge – acoustic piano (1, 6, 7, 8)
Roy Bittan – acoustic piano (2)
Bill Payne – Hammond organ (2), acoustic piano (4, 5)
David Lindley – slide guitar (1, 6), violin (5)
Lowell George – slide guitar (2), harmony vocals (2)
Arthur Gerst – harp (3), backing vocals (3), musical arrangements (3)
Roberto Gutierrez – guitarrón (3), violin (3), backing vocals (3)
Luis Damian – acoustic guitar (3), backing vocals (3)
Michael Utley – Hammond organ (4)
John Hall – guitar solo (4)
Fred Tackett – acoustic guitar (4, 5, 7, 8), electric guitar (4, 7, 8), guitar left (6)
Bob Glaub – bass (4)
Albert Lee – electric guitar (5)
Gary Coleman – percussion (5)
Waddy Wachtel – guitar right (6)
Jim Horn – saxophone (6), horn arrangements (6)
Quitman Dennis – saxophone (6)
Dick Hyde – trombone (6)
Chuck Findley – trumpet (6)
David Campbell – string arrangements (7, 8)
harmony vocals:
Rosemary Butler (4), Bonnie Raitt (4)
Don Henley (5), J. D. Souther (5)
David Crosby (8), Graham Nash ()
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Guys like that get to play
their raw music in some sophisticated spots.
Michael Doucet, a noted exponent of Cajun music, told me once about
playing on the roof of the Smithsonian, on the Bicentennial 4th of July, 1976,
watching the extraordinary fireworks, unobstructed, eating red white & blue ice cream
and smoking weed with some political notables.
Buckwheat Zydeco's World
Buckwheat Zydeco/ CJ Chenier - I'm comin' Home
C.J. Chenier - The Crown Prince of Zydeco
Raw music from the heart
Clifton Chenier - "The King Of Zydeco"
The Apollo Theater was my
professional music school. If you could sit through the terrible movie
more than once, you were rewarded with seeing the greatest soul music performers in
the world, twice.
I saw Otis Redding. Joe Tex, Sam & Dave. The Miracles, Four Tops, Temptations, Etta James
and countless others at their best with a very friendly audience.
Even the Wednesday amateur show was very entertaining, as I think back on it.
Uh huh; nice package, too.
I saw Sonny Landreth many times
when I was living in the City. He played with John
at The Bottom Line several times, Radio City Music Hall, and
a live broadcast from a Sony studio on W. 54th St.
He played a lot of places with his trio including BB King's Blues Club
and some other joints that I can't name at the moment. His playing was always
triumphant but his first foray into the Apple was not so great. It was in late 1985 and he was
booked to play with his quartet at a dumpy club called Tramps(sp) that featured Louisiana style music.
Mel Melton had left the group and was replaced by C.J. Chenier, the son of the "King of Zydeco," Clifton Chenier.
They had been booked for the better part of a week, and had prepaid for a couple of rooms in a low rent (my opinion)
hotel on 32nd Street. The hotel is to this day is called The Grand Union They had paid for a week in advance w/o refund possibility,
and when I saw the room I was not at all impressed. The only window opened into an air shaft between two buildings. (A quick look on the map
will reveal that it is located smack in the middle of the neighborhood known as MURRAY HILL!).
That was disappointing for sure, as these country boys had looked forward to rooms that resembled the pictures in the brochure. Oh well,
at least there was a week of work with a decent payout in a club in N.Y.C.!
But, adding insult to injury, that was not to be. The club had been warned on several occasions by the authorities that they were in significant violation
of the fire code, and as soon as they struck up the first note, the N.Y.F.D rushed in, shut the sound system down and ordered the club to close. (It never did reopen)
So prepaid rooms in a crappy hotel, no gig, no money, bad memories that can be laughed about, now.
I sent the check last week.
Hope it was enough.
Well, I'm living here in the land
of ups, downs, sideways and blends, as well.
I've become very particular, and being legally able to
cultivate my own, it works out nicely for the intended purposes.
Sleep doesn't seem to follow in any extended way, however.
Maybe it's "overrated!"