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Laurie Johnson Orchestra – Theme From ‘the Avengers’

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Laurie Johnson

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Listen – Laurie Johnson Orchestra – Theme From ‘The Avengers’- MP3

Greetings all.

My apologies for the absence of a second post last week, but (as you’ll see described in today’s Funky16Corners post) I was indisposed.
The tune I bring you today is one of the greatest pieces of TV theme music ever written, courtesy of Mr. Laurie Johnson.
Though it seems unlikely I was exposed to the Avengers when the series was first broadcast here in the US – I was but a tot – I did see them repeated in syndication.
Aside from the fact that ‘The Avengers’ especially the Steed/Emma Peel era (1965-1968) is an iconic representation of a stylish variety of UK small-“m” mod, the theme from the show is evocative of the same cultural signifiers and then some.
The little of the 1960s I remember first-hand, is generally represented by things colorful, slick and modernist, i.e. cartoons and the kind of white-plastic, colored vinyl Op-Art world that got its start in early-60s Swinging London and lasted well beyond its due date as far forward as the early 70s.
‘The Avengers’, which combined the old-school bespoke look of John Steed and the jet age futurism of Mrs. Peel, boiled down the vibe of the pre-hippie 60s to its Pan Am heliport essence, i.e. urban, urbane yet swinging, restrained yet ready to explode at any moment.
Laurie Johnson (Laurence Reginald Ward Johnson) got his start writing theatrical music in the 50s, moving on to TV and the movies in the 60s. Johnson’s ‘Theme From the Avengers’, with its opening Bond-like fanfare, quickly switches gears layering lush strings over a propulsive horn section, using harp and glockenspiel filigree around the edges. As 60s TV show themes go, ‘Theme From the Avengers’ stands along as both utilitarian (i.e. a great representation of the show itself) and as a stylish piece of music all on its own.
Oddly enough, the soundtrack album was released in the US on the storied HBR label.
Johnson, who still tours today went on to write the theme to the ‘New Avengers’ (a show he co-produced) in 1976.
I hope you dig the tune and I’ll be back later in the week.

Peace

Larry

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Peggy Lipton – Lady of the Lake

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Peggy Lipton

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Listen – Peggy Lipton – Lady of the Lake – MP3

Greetings all.

I hope all is well on your end.
The Funky16Corners 2010 Pledge Drive week has come to an end and we will persist for another year.
I hope you all had a chance to check out last week’s mix.
In the write-up for that mix I made passing mention of having picked up a Peggy Lipton album to get my hands on a particular pop-psyche gem that I was planning on blogging.
To borrow a phrase from a great man, Wanna hear it, here it is!
I first heard the song I bring you today when, out of curiosity I downloaded the aforementioned album from a blog that focused on oddball recordings by celebrities. Lipton was of course best known for her role as Julie Barnes on ‘The Mod Squad’ which ran on ABC from 1968 to 1973. These days she’s better known as the mother of Rashida Jones (of ‘The Office’ and ‘Parks and Recreation’). I don’t think I expected much, and almost didn’t make it all the way through the album since the rip was rife with skips and otherwise incomplete songs.
However, right there, a few songs from the end of the record I heard a tune that blew me away.
I mean it – el smacko – right between the ears.
I gave the song in question several listens to make sure that I wasn’t appreciating it as the result of diminished expectations, and, after much consideration, during which time the song grew on me, I decided that it was not.
The tune in question, ‘The Lady of the Lake’, written by Carole King and Toni Stern (who co-wrote many songs with King including the huge hit ‘It’s Too Late’) was originally written for, and recorded by the Strawberry Alarm Clock in 1967.
The version by the SAC is cool enough, but doesn’t come within a mile of the recording by Peggy Lipton.
It helps to mention that despite any assumptions you (or I) might have about actors butting into the recording industry, Lipton – who wrote some of her own material – had a pretty nice voice. That, and the fact that the arrangement of ‘Lady of the Lake’ is brilliant make it a certifiable lost classic of late-period LA psyche-pop.
Like so much that was coming out of the area in 1968/69, ‘Lady of the Lake’ is infused with the very spirit of the time, mixing hippie wonder, lysergic excursions and quality pop music into something wonderful and in this case, unexpected.
It’s the kind of record you can listen to repeatedly without tiring of it.
Lipton recorded at least one more album on Ode, and though I haven’t heard it I’ll be looking for it.
I hope you dig it and I’ll be back later in the week.

Peace

Larry

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Iron Leg Digital Trip #33 – Hey Ladies!!

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Iron Leg Digital Trip #33 – Hey Ladies!!

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Brian Auger and Julie Driscoll – Save Me (Polydor)

Jeannie Piersol – Your Sweet Inner Self (Cadet Concept)

Sweetwater – Look Out (Reprise)

Lulu – Love Love to Love Love (Epic)

Roberta Flack – Compared to What (Atlantic)

Lynne Randell – It’s a Hoedown (Epic)

Peggy Lipton – Wasn’t It You (Ode)

Evie Sands – I Can’t Let Go (Blue Cat)

Cher – Hey Joe (Imperial)

Shirley Bassey – Light My Fire (UA)

Janis Ian – Younger Generation Blues (Verve)

Jonna Gault – Good Vibrations (RCA)

Peggy Lee – Spinning Wheel (Capitol)

Herbie Mann and Tamiko Jones – The Sidewinder (Atlantic)

Roberta Lee – Come to the Sunshine (Montclare)

Rotary Connection – Burning of the Midnight Lamp (Cadet Concept)

Labelle – Won’t Get Fooled Again (WB)

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Greetings all.
This – as promised – is the mix I’ve been working on for the Iron Leg end of the 2010 Pledge Drive.
Though things in this regard have always been focused over at Funky16Corners, both blogs are produced by the same hardworking staff (that would be me…) and are centered in the same web/server space, so, all boats picked up by a rising tide and all, what benefit’s the big blog, also keeps Iron Leg afloat.
That I didn’t get this mix up and running until today has everything to do with a batshit crazy schedule, the heart of which was occupied by the purchase and assemble of a screened gazebo to protect the family from the cossack horde of mosquitos that descends on us as soon as the temperature rises above 60 degrees. We have a river a block away on one side and a creek a block away on the other. This would be great as a defensive measure in time of invasion, but during peacetime it’s pretty much just a giant mosquito incubator, and there’s something in our Grogan blood that the beasts find delectable.
Anyhoo, this is another one of those mixes that came together organically, in that I seemed to be picking up a lot of interesting stuff by female singers, and when I started to consider what the next Iron Leg Digital Trip would be, the idea kind of presented itself, and I ran (limped) with it.
There are a couple of tracks here that should be familiar (through previous appearances either here or at Funky16Corners), and a bunch of newer stuff, criss-crossing genres.
Things get started with Brian and Jools with their storming version of Aretha Franklin’s oft-covered ‘Save Me’. I’ll admit that I don’t always dig Driscoll’s voice, but it’s cooking on this track.
I picked up my first Jeannie Piersol 45 last year, solely on the strength of it being bew to me and on the storied Cadet Concept label. I liked the 45 so much I tracked down a copy of her other CC 45, both created with the assistance of none other than Darby Slick! Piersol did have something of a Grace Slick feel to her vocals, but both 45s have an unusual, soulful edge to them. ‘Your Sweet Inner Self’ manages to take that vibe and mix it with a bit of hippie-speak.
I knew nothing of Sweetwater (including the fact that they performed at Woodstock) until someone made a TV movie about the band a few years back.. I picked up one of their albums and liked what I heard. The band had one of those sonic mixtures that was very common in the late 60s, that being a collision of rock, soul, jazz and pop that worked well with an audience that had a much broader palate than what we see today. ‘Look Out’ is testament to the fact that prior to her tragic accident, Nansi Nevins had a powerful voice.
Lulu’s ‘Love Loves to Love Love’ is a mod classic, with a fat drum sound that prowls on the outskirts of funk.
Roberta Flack’s solid version of Gene McDaniel’s ‘Compared to What’ (one of my faves) has a slow, earthy funk to it, and Flack’s amazing voice wraps around the lyrics like a fur coat. It hails from her amazing first album.
Australian Lynne Randell’s ‘It’s a Hoedown’ is another vintage Iron Leg track with enough soul power packed alongside its pop kick to move a dancefloor, and enough ‘Last Train To Clarksville’ to remind you that she dated Davy Jones.
Yes, you read correctly. The next track is indeed by the same Peggy Lipton who starred on ‘The Mod Squad’. She made two albums in the late 60s, both of which are worth picking up. I grabbed the first one to get my hands on a dynamite pop-psyche track (which will be featured in this space sometime soon) and while I was listening to the album, one of the tracks sounded very familiar. After I wracked my brain a little I remembered that ‘Wasn’t It You’ had also been recorded by the Action. Lipton’s version is groovy, even if it lacks a little of the immediacy of the Action’s take.
‘I Can’t Let Go’ was – oddly enough – a song that I first heard performed by Linda Ronstadt! It was a few years later that I heard the Hollies’ version, and several more before I was exposed to the original by Evie Sands. Sands was a great, if terribly unlucky, singer who recorded a couple of great 45s, including what IU would consider to be the definitive version of ‘Take Me For a Little While’. Her take on ‘I Can’t Let Go’ moves at a slower pace than the Hollies, but builds slowly to a kind of grandeur.
Cher, despite her chameleonlike dodging from genre to genre, had a few solid folk-rock/pop years as a solo which she served concurrently with her time with Sonny. Her take on ‘Hey Joe’ is actually pretty good.
Pretty much everyone with access to a recording studio made their own version of the Doors ‘Light My Fire’. I featured Shirley Bassey’s version over at Funky16Corners a while back, and it is a stunner!
I’ve said it in this space before, but I will reiterate, if you aren’t already hip to Janis Ian’s early Verve albums, pick some up because they are filled with excellent, often fuzzed out folk rock like ‘Younger Generation Blues’.
If memory serves I found my first Jonna Gault 45 in a huge mountain of records that my father-in-law sent my way. I eventually grabbed a copy of her unusual RCA album. Gault was a kind of a self-contained artist, writing, arranging and producing her own odd mixture of pop and show tunes. She also recorded a couple of cool cover versions, one of which was the take on the Beach Boys’ ‘Good Vibrations’ featured here.
Peggy Lee was another multi-talented artist, starting out as a big band singer, moving on to writing a lot of her own material and developing a serious, jazz oriented interpreter of popular song. By the late 60s, Lee – like just about everyone else – was taking a stab at a broader market, covering contemporary pop material like Blood Sweat and Tears ‘Spinning Wheel’. Unlike so many of her ilk, she was good at it.
Herbie Mann is best known as the premiere proponent of the flute in soul jazz, Tamiko Jones recorded for a variety of labels, doing soul, jazz and even disco. The album she did with Mann features a couple of very cool tracks, their cover of Lee Morgan’s ‘The Sidewinder’ being one of them.
I have never been able to find out much about Roberta Lee, and even less about how she came to record Van Dyke Park’s ‘Come to the Sunshine’ (a hit for Harpers Bizarre). I dig her version, but she makes it sound like a commercial for the Florida Tourist Board.
Rotary Connection, featuring the voice of Minnie Riperton, are something of an acquired taste, bridging soul and psychedelic rock the way they did. Their version of Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Burning of the Midnight Lamp’ is fairly faithful to the spirit of the original.
This mix closes out with one of my favorite digging discoveries from last years trips down to Washington, DC. Thanks entirely to the largesse of my man DJ Birdman – who pulled the record out of a pile and handed it to me – I was introduced to LaBelle’s groovy cover of the Who’s ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’.
I hope you dig the mix, and of you do, think about heading over to Funky16Corners to make a donation in the 2010 Pledge Drive.
See you next week.
Peace
Larry

Peace
Larry


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It’s Pledge Drive Time

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Greetings all.

It’s time for the yearly Pledge Drive, which, although rooted over at the motherblog, Funky16Corners, benefits all the satellites in the Funky16Corners empire, Iron Leg being the most prominent.
I do have something planned for Iron Leg, but preparations over at Funky16Corners, coupled with an insanely busy week (and weekend) have pushed that back until at least Tuesday.
Bear with me, and if you dig what I do here (or there, or in both locations) and you can afford it in these trying economic times, toss a couple of bucks in the hat (by heading over to Funky16Corners and clicking the donate buttons) so that I can keep on doing what it is I do.
And, if you dig funk and soul, make sure to fall by Funky16Corners for no less than eight new mixes in celebration of the opening of our new feature, the Funky16Corners Soul Club.

Peace

Larry

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The Tradewinds – Mind Excursion

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The Trade Winds

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Listen – The Trade Winds – Mind Excursion – MP3

Greetings all.

I hope the end of the week finds you well.
This has been a weird week, running the gamut from chilly, fogbound mornings to blazingly hot afternoons, i.e. a typical New Jersey spring, during which almost any kind of conditions can be expected. I wouldn’t be all that shocked to look out the window and see fluffy snowflakes drifting toward the ground.
The tune I bring you today is a light, breezy, sunshiney bit of pop with just the finest bit of psychedelic filigree pasted around the edges.
I only heard ‘Mind Excursion’ by the Tradewinds in the last year, but loved it from the very first. It took a little while before I realized that this was the same group that recorded ‘New York’s a Lonely Town’, the New Yorkiest Brian Wilson cop of all time, recorded for Leiber and Stoller’s Red Bird label.
‘Mind Excursion’ grazed the outside of the Top 40 in the fall of 1966. A pure pop confection, the song is only tangentially psychedelic (most via the lyrics) sounding like a cross between the Lovin’ Spoonful and the Cowsills. The arrangement by Jimmy Wisner (who worked on so many great Philly records) manages to use harp and glockenspiel as the perfect complement to the sweet melody without ever going over the top. The song is ‘light’, but in a perfectly balanced way. The lyrics, namechecking ‘Keds’ and ‘injuns’ (?!?) are naïve but not stupid, paving the way for a lot of what would later be known as ‘sunshine pop’.
Oddly enough ‘Mind Excursion’ – like Gary Lewis and the Playboys equally innocuous ‘Green Grass’ – was banned by overly cautious programmers in some markets. In retrospect this seems insane, but the airwave were a much more sensitive place in 1966.
I hope you dig the tune as much as I do, and I’ll be back on Monday.

Peace

Larry

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Van Dyke Parks – Vine Street / Palm Desert

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Genius at work…

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Listen – Van Dyke Parks – Vine Street / Palm Desert – MP3

Greetings all.

I hope all is well in your corner of the universe.
Things are pretty good in mine (so far).
The tune’s I bring you today are the result of one of those decade-long reappraisals, in which the addition of a certain amount of maturity allowed me to shed my youthful prejudices and truly appreciate something very cool.
I first heard Van Dyke Parks’ ‘Song Cycle’ album back in the 80s. I borrowed (or had it taped for me, I can’t quite recall) it mainly because it was one of those records that seemed firmly wedged in the outer reaches of the 1960s zeitgeist, lauded by many, lip service applied to its classic status by most, who also attested to the genius of its creator.
I mainly knew of Parks via his associations with a number of Los Angeles artists with whom he worked, or was friendly, first and foremost being Brian Wilson, with whom he tried to create the aborted ‘Smile’ LP.
As you might have already guessed, I sat down to listen to ‘Song Cycle’ and my immature, unseasoned brain reacted poorly to it, unable to get a handle on exactly what was going on. The record was neither purely poppy – in the mid 60s Sunset Strip manner – nor was it traditionally psychedelic. That I didn’t ‘get’ it doesn’t really tell the whole tale. My reaction was less quizzical than repulsed, but it is important to mention that at the time I first heard this record, I was pickling my grey matter in a brine composed largely of snotty garage punk.
So, circa 1986, ‘Song Cycle’ gets shelved (or placed in the circular file) and I push Van Dyke Parks right back to the periphery and leave him there for a good long time.
Flash forward twenty-odd years and things are no longer as they once were, my brain newly inflated with all kinds of sounds that I didn’t used to understand, so much so that I was verily starving for more of the same. Those years since I first heard ‘Song Cycle’ were packed solid with jazz, avant garde, sunshine pop, classical music, country and pretty much anything else, up to and including a rapprochement with the music of the aforementioned Brian Wilson and his garcons sur le plage, whom I had never really taken seriously (much to my own detriment).
Part of this new understanding was a bit of serious reading about Wilson, during which I learned a lot more about Van Dyke Parks, so much so that I was compelled to seek out ‘Song Cycle’ and take it out for another test ride.
Once again, as you probably already figured out, the sounds on that particular album found purchase on the rocky shores of my brain in a way that they couldn’t (and didn’t) two decades previous, and my mind was good and truly blown.
‘Song Cycle’ is – however difficult for the uninitiated – is a true work of genius. An odd, eclectic genius, but genius nonetheless.
In a time where most of his contemporaries were getting high and far out, Parks was at work in his lab, blending ragtime, Tin Pan Alley pop, show tunes, modern classical music like Copland and Ives, country and folk into a remarkable, truly original mixture.
It’s important to remember that at the time every so-called ‘genius’ was throwing all kinds of odd sounds at the wall to see what would stick, but very few placed the disparate parts side by side, with enough knowledge and insight to see where the interlocking parts lined up. Parks did that, and then some.
‘Song Cycle’ was an early concept album, tapping into a lost (or fading) Americana, traveling deep into types of music that others merely dabbled with.
Sadly, though ‘Song Cycle’ is the work of a singular, highly developed mind, Parks’ sensibility was unique and far beyond the understanding of the pop audience. It’s like the books of James Joyce, consistently difficult, but ultimately rewarding to those that take the time to plumb their depths. What seems on the surface to be a tangle of oddly assembled bric-a-brac is, after the proper consideration revealed to be a window onto an entirely new approach to seeing things.
This is not to say that ‘Song Cycle’ is not pleasing to the ear, which it is, but rather that it comes at the listener from so many different places, at first listen it seems like some kind of musical slide show.
It is psychedelic, but in a way that opens and expands the mind – via the ears – in ways outside of the standard operating procedure, and one must be immersed, and allowed to soak in its wonders before all is revealed.
The medley I bring you today ‘Vine Street’ and ‘Palm Desert’ are the opening tracks of ‘Song Cycle’. ‘Vine Street’ was composed by Randy Newman – no slouch himself in the Americana department – with ‘Palm Desert’ penned by Parks himself. The ‘song’ actually opens with a snippet of tape with Parks playing bluegrass with an early group of his, morphing into ‘Vine Street’ with a sound like stepping through a time machine into an earlier version of the same scene.
Park’s thin, high voice narrates the song as if it were the first page of a novel, letting you know what you’re hearing, then fleshing out the story with string filled wonder that seems to quote Scott Joplin and Beethoven at the same time (with a little Charles Ives thrown into the mix as well). It really is suite-like, with even the smallest bits of connective tissue endowed with mystery. There’s a twenty second transition that starts around 1:42 that might as well be the musical illustration of the scene in the ‘Wizard of Oz, where Dorothy regains consciousness and first steps out the door into Munchkinland. It sounds like the narrators eyes, and general perception are adjusting and bringing a new scene into focus.
Parks then switches gears into ‘Palm Desert’, one of the finest (in every sense of the word) little musical vignettes you’re ever likely to hear. It is both an ode to the old story of the magical, silver screen Hollywood, and another part of the narrative where you feel you’re with Parks, driving into, and marveling at the sights and sounds of the city, though if you dip into the poetic lyrics, there seems to be the tiniest bit of Nathaniel West-esque tarnish and venom peeking in around the edges of the gilded snapshot.
It really is a remarkable beginning to an equally impressive album, that draws you in to the point where you might find yourself attempting to give it closer and closer listens, so that all of its facets are revealed.
It’s heavy like that.
If you haven’t heard the album, grab yourself a copy. If you don’t like what you hear, file it away and come back to it later. You never know what time might do to your ears.
See you later in the week.

Peace

Larry

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Chad Mitchell – For What It’s Worth

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Chad Mitchell

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Listen – Chad Mitchell – For What It’s Worth – MP3

Greetings all.

I hope the end of the week finds you well.
The tune I bring you today is something I dug up at the last Allentown All-45 show. The last trip to the storied maelstrom of 7-inch vinyl was a rewarding one, the spoils of which were at least as Iron Leggy as the were Funky16Cornered (i.e. lots of great pop and rock alongside the funk and soul).
While I was there I managed to stop by a number of favorite dealers, some who I hit up for big ticket items, and others who just seem to always bring boxes of good cheap(er) stuff as well. One of these guys always manages to have a little of both, i.e. a few small boxes of heavy stuff (garage, psyche and soul) and several crates of unsorted, less expensive but always interesting stock that I love digging through whenever our paths cross.
This time was no exception, and I left his table with a nice fat stack of pop, rock and psyche stuff, some of which has already appeared in this very space.
Today’s selection was part of that stack.
I’m always on the lookout for interesting cover material, and when I flipped past the familiar name (Chad Mitchell) doing an interesting cover (the Buffalo Springfield’s ‘For What It’s Worth’) I pulled it out and tossed it on the keeper pile.
Mitchell is best known for his years leading the popular commercial folk act the Chad Mitchell Trio. He left the group in 1965, after which he was replaced by a young up and comer named John Denver. The group continued on for a few years (as the Mitchell Trio), and Mitchell went on to a somewhat less successful solo career.
He headed west and recorded with a heavy group of LA sessioners. The results were the single you’re going to hear today (from 1968) and a full album a year later.
Mitchell’s version of the Springfield’s oft covered, biggest (only) hit would register as fairly run of the mill folk rock, were it not augmented by extra-heavy, era-appropriate fuzz guitar courtesy of Al Casey and Jerry McGee.
If the power chords during the chorus weren’t jarring enough, wait until the years ahead of their time twin lead guitars pop up!
I haven’t been able to track down a copy of the 1969 LP, which features some interesting cover material (Tim Buckley, Joni Mitchell, HP Lovecraft (?!?), but I’ll definitely keep my eyes peeled.
I hope you dig this track, and I’ll be back next week with something cool.

Peace

Larry

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The String Bending Genius of Clarence White aka Bad Night at the Whiskey

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Clarence White and his gee-tar…

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Listen – The Byrds – Bad Night at the Whiskey – MP3

Greetings all.

How’s by thee?
I figured I’d get the week off to a big start with a record that- after the first time I heard it, decades ago – quite literally blew my mind.
Like any self respecting music nut, I’ve been a Byrds fan for most of my life. When I was a kid it was all about the well-known jingle jangle of ‘Mr Tambourine Man’ and ‘Turn Turn Turn’, and a little further down the line, when my hair was longer and my mind bent just enough to see around corners (courtesy of chemical indulgences), I got all up inside ‘Draft Morning’ and such.
However – big however – when my brother passed along a copy of ‘Dr Byrds and Mr Hyde’ an album that I had not previously known of, I dropped the needle on the record and by the time it skated off into the runoff grooves on side two, NOTHING, especially in relation to the Byrds, was as it had been before.
And you can thank one man for this tectonic shift, the mighty Clarence White.
By late 1968, the Byrds, having transformed once already (into the country gentlemen of ‘Sweetheart of the Rodeo’) found themselves mutating yet again when Chris Hillman and Gram Parsons bolted to form the Flying Burrito Brothers, leaving Roger McGuinn the sole original member of the band.
McGuinn had good taste to bring Clarence White into the band as lead guitarist, and despite what any number of Byrds fans will tell you, created the work of genius that is ‘Dr Byrds and Mr Hyde’.
White, like Hillman, got his start playing bluegrass music, but by the time he hooked up with the Byrds the lysergic sunshine of southern California had seemingly permeated every cell in his body (or at least his fingers) turning him into one of the most formidable guitarists of his day.
In fact, I would gladly line up White’s playing on ‘Dr Byrds..’ against any of the accepted masters of the day, with the possible exception of Jimi Hendrix. One need only slap on their headphones and listen to today’s selection ‘Bad Night at the Whiskey’ to understand that I am not engaging in hyperbole.
Following the opening drum roll, Clarence White’s guitar literally explodes, bringing a sound that is equal parts Nashville and Owsley acid. There are two leads competing for ear-space, the first a mind boggling psychedelic cry that bounces through your head from ear to ear and back again, the second a fuzzed out country twang, all banging up against McGuinn’s lead vocal and a chorus of singers.
It seems almost unfair to refer to ‘Bad Night at the Whiskey’ as psychedelic, because as mind-bending as it is, it includes almost none of the accepted signifiers. This isn’t collapsed on the couch with a smile on your face music (i.e. pot). This something much closer to how Grace Slick once described an STP trip, i.e. like being shot out of a cannon. In the space of less than three and a half minutes, McGuinn and White pop open your head, grab your brain and take it for a ride through the smog, brush fires and psychedelic chemistry of fin de decennie Los Angeles.
I’d even go as far as to say that ‘Bad Night at the Whiskey’ may be too strong a quaff for some. So potent is White’s guitar, that every time things settle down for just a second, leading the listener to think that maybe, just maybe things are going to be fine, Clarence and his Telecaster swoop down like some kind of mad eagle, sinking his claws into your ears yet again and carrying you up above the clouds.
Though ‘Sweetheart of the Rodeo’ is usually spoken of as the watershed LA country rock album, I’d say that that title really belongs to ‘Dr Byrds and Mr Hyde’, in which country and actual rock (something is rather short supply on ‘Sweetheart…’, on account of country music played by longhairs isn’t automatically ‘rock’) are blended quite confidently. There in the grooves of that album resides the true admixture of shiny LA modernism, LSD and the sound of privileged rock stars, dressed in cowboy drag, getting high in their Laurel Canyon backyards.
‘Dr Byrds and Mr Hyde’ is the sound of a brief tipping point within the zeitgeist, before which McGuinn was in danger of losing his band to Gram Parsons, and after which the whole lot of them grew their hair way too long and started looking like stray members of the hippie love cult.
There’s film of the Dr Byrds-era band playing on Playboy After Dark where you can get a look at Clarence White, and listen to him work his magic on ‘This Wheel’s On Fire’.
Clarence White would stay with the Byrds until 1973, and was just getting started on his solo career when he was killed by a drunk driver.
You need only listen to this song, over, and over, and over again, to realize how big a loss that was.
See you later in the week.

Peace

Larry

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The Hassles – You’ve Got Me Hummin’

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The Hassles – Mr William Joel on the left…

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Listen – The Hassles – You’ve Got Me Hummin’ – MP3

Greetings all.

I hope all is well on your end.
I was going to write up today’s selection a few weeks back, but when I sat down to work I rrealized that I had forgotten to take a picture of the label. This problem was compounded by the fact that by the time I figured this out, the 45 in question had already been swallowed by the record room. Having just completed the renovation of said room, I was in no mood to go looking for it, so I moved it to the back burner and figured I’d dig it out some time when I had the energy (physical and intellectual) to devote to the search,
Then, as is often the case, chance stepped in and while I was pulling records for my Funky16Corners radio show, I came across a stack of 45s, several of which needed to be photographed for Iron Leg, and adjusted the schedule accordingly.
The record in question is ‘You’ve Got Me Hummin’ by the Hassles.
If the song is familiar, that’s probably because it was originally recorded by the legendary Sam and Dave.
If the group name rings a bell, it’s because this record represents the very first recorded evidence of the musical talent of a minor recording artist of the 70s, 80s, 90s and the new century, a certain Billy Joel.
That’s right kiddies…the heretofore unthinkable has happened, that being the intersection of Iron Leg and the Piano Man.
This isn’t to say that I haven’t listened to and appreciated the music of Billy Joel, because I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. While I wouldn’t describe myself as a big fan, his music was a huge part of the zeitgeist of my youth, and despite having created a handful of songs I NEVER need to hear again (including all of his “list” songs, like ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ and its ilk), he is undeniably talented and a man with a knack for crafting memorable melodies.
By the time Billy Joel joined the Hassles in 1966, he had already played in a number of Long Island bands. He was a replacement keyboardist/vocalist for the band, and while I have no idea what they sounded like before he came aboard, one can only imagine him kicking the talent quotient up a notch or two.
Already a popular local act, the Hassles signed to United Artists and recorded their first album in 1967. ‘You’ve Got Me Hummin’ grazed the national Top 100 in the Fall of that year, making a much more substantial impression on local New York radio.
The Hassles version of the tune featuring co-lead vocals and organ by Joel is a pretty nice version of the tune, adding in light touches of psychedelic lead guitar to the whiteboy soul vibe. I’ve seen the Hassles compared to the Rascals, but I’d say that’s more likely due to the accident of geographic proximity, with their sound drawing much more from the garagey side of things.
If you get the chance, line this one up between the Sam and Dave original (which, naturally cannot be fucked with on any level, especially the Isaac Hayes piano line) and the cover from a few years later by Lydia Pense and Cold Blood, which makes for an interesting comparison, as well as a testament to the quality (and flexibility) of the Hayes/Porter composition.
It’s important to consider the depth and breadth of white acts covering contemporary soul material, looking at acts that approached these songs from a more reverent angle (i.e. those, like the Rascals that were trying to be soulful) and those, like the Hassles and Vanilla Fudge (a band that spent a lot of time reworking soul songs) who were rock bands grappling with soulful material and taking it down new avenues. The results may not have been transcendent, but I’m not inclined to hold them to a higher standard either. ‘You’ve Got Me Hummin’ may have started out as a ‘soul’ song, but at the end of the day, it was still a great song and open to all kinds of interpretation.
I hope you dig the tune, and I’ll see you all on Monday.

Peace

Larry

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Two by the Humblebums

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Messrs Connolly and Rafferty

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Listen – The Humblebums – My Apartment

Listen – The Humblebums – All the Best People Do It

Greetings all.
I return to you following a weekend of non-wellness, in that it was spent in the company of physicians, nurses and whatnot, part of the time devoted to me figuring out how quickly I might get in and out of the hospital (for yet another procedure) and back to my lair where I might cavort with my wife, kids, and eventually, records…

That said, I set out to pick a selection for today and discovered once again that I had forgotten to photograph the record, so I dipped back into the reserves and grabbed something else.

Today’s selections are by the same group, which would seem obvious until you listen to them and realize that they were clearly the work of two divergent stylists.

That they happened to be in the same band, and both went on to a significantly higher level of fame and fortune is where we get started.

I first heard/heard of the Humblebums maybe 20 years ago when I happened upon one of their tracks on a compilation of UK folk rock and discovered that among their ranks were Billy Connolly (the world famous comedian who has since become a fave of mine) and Gerry Rafferty (he of the 70s AM gold).

That first tune didn’t make much of an impression, but I was always intrigued by the concept of a band that included both of them. It wasn’t until last year, as I was digging down in Washington, DC that I actually happened upon one of their albums.

When I had the chance to give it a listen I was pleased to discover that it wasn’t a mass of comedic novelties, but rather a satisfying intersection of Connolly’s wry, folkie vibe and Rafferty’s pure pop.

Rafferty was not an original member of the group, joining after their first LP. The roots of his later hits are clearly visible in ‘All the Best People Do It’, with his pleasing voice, Beatle-y hooks and arrangements. I really dig the electric piano on this track.

Connolly’s track, ‘My Apartment’ reveals that he was a pretty good singer, shedding much of his thick brogue for an American accented style, no doubt honed playing country and folk in Scottish bars.

The rest of the album is similarly divided stylistically, which goes a long way to explaining why the band broke up by 1971, with Rafferty moving on to Stealer’s Wheel and Connolly to a hugely successful career as a stand-up and actor.

I hope you dig the tracks, and I’ll be back later in the week with something cool.

Peace

Larry

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