Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Rascals Once Upon a Dream Live @ the Fox Theatre Detroit

                                                            


The Rascals

Once Upon A Dream

Live @ The Fox Theatre

November 15th 2013

 

Felix Cavaliere vocals, Hammond organ

Eddie Brigati vocals & the toy

Gene Cornish Lead guitar, vocals

Dino Danelli drums

 

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for since the Rascals acrimonious breakup in 1970. I was a big fan from their very beginnings. I first saw the band @ the Eastown Theatre in 1971 not knowing Eddie Brigati and Gene Cornish were no longer in the band. It was a time of personal and musical changes for the Rascals. Cavaliere kept the name alive yet changed the musical focus from rock & roll and blue-eyed soul to more complex jazz-inspired excursions, melody and harmony mixed with a heady mix of improvisation and virtuosity. This was Cavaliere’s embrace of be-bop, a genre perfected by Saginaw legend Sonny Stitt. He added several musicians including Buzz Feiten on guitar, Chuck Rainey on bass with Annie Sutton and Cynthia Webb on vocals (Sutton sang Eddie Brigati’s tour-de-force How Can I Be Sure in their live show, giving it a soulful twist). Through the years I attended several Felix Cavaliere solo performances as well as a knockout Reunion Show at Meadowbrook. It was a glorious event yet Brigati chose to opt out. His presence was sorely missed. As the second lead singer and focal point onstage (he danced his ass off), Brigati was instrumental in creating the Rascals sound and stage persona. He was the heart and soul of the band. Cavaliere was well aware of this missing piece in the Rascals performance and announced onstage that Eddie was greatly missed.

Kudos to Steven Van Zandt as the producer and director of Once Upon a Dream. He is a true believer and is responsible for developing this incredible concept of merging a hybrid Rock N’ Roll concert with a Broadway Show. The Rascals performance would go beyond just their hits and go deep into the pocket of their rich catalog of music. The concert experience will feature filmed interludes that reveal not just the history of the Rascals but the history of the sixties through the prism of their music.

In an interesting twist the Rascals were not lured back to the stage for monetary reward instead it was Van Zandt riding the range and mending fences that brought the four principle players into the fold. They rediscovered themselves and each other forty years after their split. Once Upon a Dream is the perfect metaphor for The Rascals’ journey, as well as our own, as we all begin to measure time as how much time we have left. We learn about letting go whether it’s hitting the right note or keeping a slim waistline. But tonight all is forgotten in a brief flicker of the moment when the only thing that matters is that beautiful, soulful and joyous music of the Rascals. Listen…

The disembodied voice of Little Steven Van Zandt catches the attention of the audience…

“You can take photos, you can take videos, do whatever the fuck you want”

He goes on to encourage the crowd to put it up on facebook.

 

The Rascals opened with It’s Wonderful, the only hit on their fourth studio LP Once Upon a Dream. It is Brigati’s preachy but absolutely charming ode to enlightenment. Brigati’s singing is right in the pocket. His singing is confident and his scratchy tenor sheds forty years of anonymity. His voice is supple and has survived the ravages of time.  The hits come in quick succession from Cavaliere’s soulful take on Lonely Too Long (the big hit on the Collections), follows up with a deep end cut What is the Reason and an incredible take on You Better Run with a powerful extended coda.

The arrangements are true to the recorded versions with slight exceptions. For instance Brigati nails the gospel tinged Carry Me Back but Cavaliere’s intro on the original recording contained a complicated super charged piano trill that was left out of the concert performance.

The videotaped interview segments of the band members proved to be a fascinating firsthand account of the life and times of the Rascals in the sixties. The musicians were frank and funny in an ironic way. They told about their own foibles, how they met and the evolution of their sound – deep background stuff. Cavaliere relates a story from the early sixties in which he and Dino joined up with Sandra Scott and the Scotties in Las Vegas and they both had to wear Scottish uniforms – it put a tilt in their kilt.

The 50 by 25 foot LED screen provided an exciting backdrop that included lava lamp psychedelics, tie-dye grooviness, peace signs, doves flying, period videos and photos of the band and other sixties benchmarks from civil rights, the growth of youth culture and the assassinations of the Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King.

The re-enactment vignettes with young actors who resembled our heroes was not altogether annoying but added little to the overall vibe of the show.

 

There was a short 15 minute break in the show. The overhead lights come on and van Zandt’s pre-recorded voice booms, “It’s half time. Get drunk. Buy a tee-shirt. Take a piss!

 

The Rascals played several of their high-energy covers of Motown songs (a big inspiration) including Mickey’s Monkey, Turn on Your Lovelight and  Too Many Fish in the Sea. Mid-way through the set they rolled out their first minor hit Brigati’s garage punk show case I Ain’t Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore (written by Pam Sawyer and Laurie Burton) was spot on, melodrama personified. Good Lovin’ was a different story. It reached the top of the charts with its pulsating high energy delivery. It was delivered with all the punch and energy of the original recording, people were dancing in the aisles! The only major bummer in the show was Baby Let’s Wait. It was covered by several bands including the Rascals but the best version belonged to The Royal Guardsmen. It’s is superb slice of bubblegum but not a good fit for the Rascals.

 Gene Cornish provided one of his deep catalog chestnuts Away, Away. It is a slice of new wave psych with obscure lyrics. Beautiful.

Each member is strategic to the overall sound of the Rascals. In past reunions there was no Eddie Brigati and each time that missing piece led to a less than satisfying experience. Near the end of the show Eddie sang How can I Be Sure – me and everyone else there held our breath as Brigati reached and hit that high note on “Whenever I.” It was a transcendent moment. Eddie got a standing ovation and he was visibly moved by that outpouring of love.

The later hits from Freedom Suite were all performed including Ray of Hope, Heaven, People Got to Be Free. It was an astonishing triad of beautiful sounds with lyrical precision the preached peace, love and hope for all - modern hymnals. These were political statements that were colored by the spiritual longing in Cavalier’s lyrics.

The encore was the magnificent See, a minor hit with a big sound. The music was layered and complicated with elements of blues, jazz and hard rock all rolled up into five minutes of rock & roll nirvana – a neglected masterpiece

This multi-media showcase was a revelation, not just in the Rascals execution of the thirty plus songs but what they contributed to sixties culture in America. They were the voice of a generation speaking out against violence, racism and war. The violence in the sixties mirrored the discontent of our people. It was a cry for freedom. The Rascals music was the soundtrack for all that we hoped and dreamed for our country and ourselves. We only need to keep our hearts open to the possibility of truth and justice. The Rascals are an inspiration

Steven and Maureen Van Zandt produced and directed this incredible multi-media event and made it possible that the Rascals could be remembered as the sixties become a forgotten moment in time, fading in the distance as we speed off to the next big thing, the Rascals legend receding down the highway as we take one last look in the rearview mirror.

Time Peace

Bo White

 

 

Field of Hope; Brian d'Arcy James Live @ the Temple Theatre

                                                            

Field of Hope

Celebrating 25 Years

Starring

Brian d’Arcy James

 

The Temple Theatre basked in a brilliant sheen of love and remembrance in honor of Dr. Malcom Field’s 50 years of dedicated service to the community. Field’s is celebrating a silver anniversary, 25 years as an organization dedicated to people with neurological afflictions. The mission of Field Neurosciences Institute is the prevention, early diagnosis, care and cure of neurological diseases, disorders and injuries. This honorable pursuit resonates clearly as our community continues to rediscover itself and find meaning in the pursuit of helping others without hidden gain. In this millennium we are finding another way to live with honor and walk the path of integrity. With that in mind, Brian d’Arcy James was the perfect messenger to deliver the universal note. It was a captivating night with an audience merging into an amoeba-like oneness in support of their prodigal son, love was in the air and for that brief flicker in time we held each other and realized we were all together now.

The show opened, curtain drawn with a PowerPoint and a soundtrack that served as a retrospective of Brian’s career in film, stage and television from Shrek, Titanic, Port Authority as well as his self-penned tribute to Saginaw entitled Michigan Christmas (a great song).

Brian opened the show with Everybody Loves You Now, d’Arcy has a strong baritone with an impressive range. His pitch is spot on, a bit toasty but doesn’t not waiver a bit – quite refreshing. James comes off as a charmingly humble, a nice guy – genuine, no diva. He is a natural and he talks with the crowd like he’s in the living room with a few high school buddies. Yet he admits he is absolutely terrified to perform in front of family and friends. James also disclosed that his career started right here on the Temple stage when he auditioned to be one of the munchkins in the Wizard of Oz.

He pushed the veil a bit with his version of the Otis Redding R&B masterpiece Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay. Against all odds he pulled it off, his powerful baritone had a little bit of soul and proved to be a great yet modest arrangement that gave this tarnished bauble a slightly different sheen – it’s like polishing up an old pair of shoes for one more time around the floor. He even got the audience to join him in an off-key whistle fest at the coda. James surprised piano man Dan Lipton with a fresh loaf of Spatz Bread, a legendary local Saginaw bakery.

 

D’Arcy is involved in a play directed by former Saginaw thespian Jack ‘O Brien. It seems that James got out of rehearsal just to do this show and proved it by calling O‘Brien from the stage and getting the audience to give him a Hail Mary at the count of three 1,2,3  –“ Hi JACK!!” It’s a solid slice of community good vibrations flowing between the home town hero and his adoring fans.

He continued with a triad of songs composed by the Beatles. James rendition of Yesterday was a lovely minimalist reading with a quiet piano motif. He segued to Norwegian Wood, a smoky Lennon lament that was fueled by copious amounts of weed. It’s about a brief affair between Lennon and a bird he pulled from a night club. James ends the medley with a stunning portrait of Lennon’s sentimental masterpiece In My Life.

D’Arcy  combines two Johnny Mercer songs One for My Baby (One more for the Road) and October Goes (music by Barry Manilow). The first selection has a neat jazzed up piano the provides the emotional landscape for Joe the bartender giving the unlucky in love protagonist a listening ear and one last taste of the juice, This segues into October Goes. It’s another heartbreaker and d’Arcy’s vocals have just the right touch of pathos. It’s a great tune and the lyrics are bold and sensitive and the music colors the landscape with a powerful melancholy. This is a place you never want to visit. Sample the lyrics…

And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears
Oh how I hate to see October go
I should be over it now I know
It doesn't matter much
How old I grow
I hate to see October go

The next song Save the Last Dance for Me was a big hit for the Drifters in 1960. It was written by Doc Pomus and Mort Schuman, two of the greatest R&B songwriters ever. It’s a song that has a nice syncopation that gets your toes tapping and you just can’t help yourself and the dance floor fills up, the groove is on.

James explains that most of his songs are from musical theatre and that “Shrek is in the house.” He does a great version of the Shrek show stopper Who’d I Be. He introduces the song with a first-hand account of the 90 minute makeup preparation he endured for all of his Broadway performances. It was a great run that required an almost athletic fitness. James emotional reading ended in a powerful crescendo. Perfect!

7 Days is a song about two men vying for the love of tne same woman. The staccato piano rhythms speak to the herky jerky ambivalence in the lyric.  The protagonist says his rival is a Neanderthal but he doesn’t believe she’s bluffing this time around. The middle eight uses a time worn and approved technique citing tasks for each day of the week

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

James is an unabashedly fond of Billy Joel (me too – especially the pre-liquored and balding version of our hero) and his catalog of music is exceptional. d’ Arcy’s baritone shows great range on this pop chestnut. He segues to a triad of wistful chestnuts including Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head, Satchmo’s Wonderful World and Barry Manilow’s ode to love a loss and letting go,  Can’t Live Without You and brings it all back with a reading of Billy Joel’s She’s Got a Way – heartfelt, loving and just a touch of melancholia.

Tempted was the big surprise of the evening – it’s is a great song yet a non-hit by the eighties pop/rock band Squeeze. D’arcy sings it real.

Brian sings Joseph & the Technicolor Dreamcoat. He originally did the song as a high school teen and a few years later at the Midland Center for the Arts. Tonight he reprises the song onstage with a few clips from his Midland performance so many years ago – sharing a personal and collective memory. In honor of his father, d’Arcy sang one of his favorite songs, the Lady is a Tramp, jazzed up Buddy Greco-style.

The finale At last is song made famous by Ella Fitzgerald. It is powerful, even spiritual. The perfect closer

 

At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song

At last the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you

I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill I've never known well

You smile and then the spell was cast
And here we are in Heaven
For you are mine at last



The encore Beautiful City was a key song in the Broadway musical Godspell. It clearly resonates with Brian and audience and he gives it a strong treatment…

When all your trust is all but shattered

When your faith is all but killed

You can give up bitter and battered

Or you can slowly start to build

A beautiful city

Yes, we can; yes, we can

We can build a beautiful city

Not a city of angels

But finally a city of man

 

Brian James is a social visionary, wanting the world to be a pleasant place to live, a better place so there is no more suffering. Our fear is the music will stop and we won’t be able to dance anymore. Yet the arts will survive and we will have hope for the future as long as people like Brian d’Arcy James continues to keep music alive.

 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Question Mark & The Mysterians Live @ White's Bar

                                                           

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Question Mark & The Mysterians - a glorious noise

                                                         
 
 
Question Mark & the Mysterians

Live @ White’s

July 27th, 2013
 

I eagerly anticipated the return of Question Mark & the Mysterians to White’s Bar. I am a longtime fan, having met Question Mark (Rudy Martinez) back in 1966 when he and his family lived on the 800 block of Howard Street right next door to my cousin Sally Rork. The Martinez clan consisted of nine children and two loving parents shoe-horned into a big white house that was filled with love and music. They had very little money but somehow scraped by. Sally  knew my brother Bill and I liked rock & roll  from the times we entertained our aunts and uncles and cousins down in the basement of Nana and Grandpa White’s house at 2281 N. Carolina St. Bill played guitar and sang and I played drums (kind of). We played Keep On Dancing and Everyday I’ve Got to Cry Some (the Gentrys), Do You Wanna Dance (Beach Boys), Wipe Out (the Sufaris) and a few other well-known hits of the day.  We loved to play though we never quite noticed the tight faces, averted glances and polite applause following our brief set. At the time I didn’t feel embarrassed but as I’m peer through a lens of faded memories I’m more than a little grateful that my extended family was so kind.                                                     

In the fall of 1966 cousin Sally took us next door to see this enigmatic rock star. I recall that his parents welcomed us inside and motioned us over to couch against the far wall. There we sat rather nervously until Question Mark made his grand appearance. He was friendly yet elusive and made it a point to show us this huge Billboard Chart with 96 Tears positioned at #1 with the Beatles a close second (We Can Work it Out). I recall that he told us that his band were better than the Beatles and advised us to buy his new LP and all of his up and coming 45’s. I was in awe and of course I decided right then and there that I would purchase every single record that Question Mark & the Mysterians ever made. I made good on that promise, even found two original Pa-Go-Go label copies of 96 Tears, it was a coup ‘de etat of sorts. I was hooked from then on. I lost track of the band after a triumphant 1969 performance at the First Congregational Church (Thank you Reverend Gary Miller) with other major acts from the Buddha label including the 1910 Fruitgum Company, The Ohio Express, The Shadow of Knights, and the inimitable Jamie Lyons, the voice of the Music Explosion.

Many years passed before I saw him again. He was a co-headliner with Dick Wagner & the Bossmen and the Paupers at the incredible Y-A-Go-Go Reunion. Wagner had an illustrious career as an instrumental cog in Lou Reed’s resurrection and co-conspirator in Alice Cooper’s ascendance in the LP charts.  It was a coup ‘de etat for Question Mark to play at this eagerly anticipated event and a second chance to renew his local popularity. It marked the last time we baby boomers merged in such a loving remembrance of our life and times in the sixties. Though Question Mark’s performance was the highlight of the show, he was not able to sustain the momentum. His fortunes waxed and waned and the legend became a tattered cloak to be worn on a few local and regional gigs. Still, offers floated in. Little Steven van Zandt directed his staff to call me about Question Mark’s availability for his Garage Rock Tour. I never knew why they called me but I did pass the word to both Question Mark and Bobby Balderrama . As I recall, the band did a few of the shows but never capitalized on the opportunity. They never gave up and never went away. The last time Question Mark performed at White’s was about 5 years ago. A rain storm forced us inside. The show was a stirring testament to the bands craft. They were just plain fun and exciting but Question Mark was uncomfortable in such a confined space. He made it clear he would never play White’s again if he was jammed up into such a tight squeeze. In early 2013 I called Question Mark about playing White’s Bar again and to my delight he finally agreed. He chose the date, Saturday July 27th. I called the support acts the Mongrels, White Mystery and Jack Diamonds. From my point of view it was a strong lineup comprised of punk and garage rockers that complimented each other quite nicely.

I started preparing for the show that morning at 5am and helped staff to organize seating, box office, product etc. We were on a roll. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. The temperature was in the low seventies. It was a perfect day until the wind and dark clouds cast a foreboding pall over the scene. Jack Diamonds performed a masterful acoustic set of original songs that included a cover of Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door. Diamonds expressive tenor has great tone and pitch. It worked perfectly to convey both love and loss and his role in the universe. Ash Carry On, You Move Right Through Me, Little Star and Pretty Bird were highlights of the set. I can’t wait to g=hear Diamonds with his full band. This is an artist on the rise!

With the crowd of fans assembling, the clouds opened up to a torrential rain storm. Due to the inclement and unpredictable weather the magnificent Mongrels – Tim Avram (guitar, vocals), Shane Swank (drums) and Ethan Murphy (bass) decided to move their show inside. The room was packed and the set was inspired. Avram opened with a straight up punk anthem You Could Be Alive. It has a dry humor and a bit of irony – great tune. He followed with G-DUB, a protest song about George Bush, political corruption and dropping the bomb, heady stuff.  Act One is a song about wasting your life away by drinking. One Last day is about fallen friends, memories and loss. They even covered Pink Floyd’s Time and pulled it off without a hitch. The last song Piss on the Lawn was a big local hit for the Mongrels. The crowd loved it.
                                                      

 During the afternoon and early evening we were rained out three separate times. The clouds would roll in and unleash a torrential downpour, laugh all the way to another breach of sunshine. One particular gust of wind and rain blew in with such force that the awning over the stage (composed of heavy metal supports) was blown over the fence that separated Charter Communications from White’s Bar,  just missing a vehicle parked on the other side. We put the frame and tarp all back together as the clouds parted and the blue sky reappeared just in time for a cool 45 minute set by Chicago garage rockers White Mystery. It was an energetic set that got the crowd’s attention and set the tone for the rest of the show. I loved the relentless driving beat on Telepathic and the goofin’ on Birthday – “C’mon boogie down in your birthday suit.” Party had a great bass string riff that recalls the Ventures. Alex sings, “I have an idea , let’s have a party.” They finished their set with Power People, a high energy “people first” anthem. Alex whoops it up and sings her ass off. It’s one of my favorite songs…ever. White Mystery is making a name for themselves and is emerging as a musical tour de force. They are already positioned on the national scene through relentless touring and releasing a catalog of great high-energy music, ironic lyrics and humor (kidding on the square) that digs a little deeper. I can see them making an International splash in the next few years.

By this time the crowd had grown to over 200 strong and they were up their feet groovin’ to the familiar sounds of Question Mark & the Mysterians. It seemed to me that we were collectively reassured by our hero’s undeniable talent.

The set opened with the pulsating groove of Do You Feel It. It contains everything we love about rock & roll the organ trills, pounding drums and a great bass line. I was up front close to the stage. I looked over to my left and saw Alex White from White Mystery dancing and smiling like a Cheshire cat.  It was as if we were all moving to the music – one mind and one body. Ten O’ Clock is a deep album cut that segued to Can’t Get Enough of You Baby – a great regional hit that was first recorded by the Four Seasons, the original lacked the spunk of Question Marks’ version. To push the point even further regarding his rock & roll credentials Question Mark did a rockin’ version of the Kink’s You Really Got Me. Bobby Balderama muscular guitar work nailed the Dave Davies solo. The band’s version of Be My Baby was a tribute to their friend Ronnie Spector (a big fan). They took it all home with outstanding versions of Love Me Baby, Cherry July (a personal favorite). The band’s reading of Do Something to Me was near perfect. In 1967 it climbed the charts until Tommy James version got more radio play and ascended to the top. The funky Midnight Hour was soulful and bluesy. Question Mark’s playful reading gave it a whole new hue and cry. The band performed well conceived covers. A reconfigured orgasmic Stand By Me found Question Mark emoting like a love struck puppy, he moaned and groaned and made it his own. He did a full balls-up reading of Otis Redding’s version of O.V. Wright’s original deep soul masterpiece That’s How Strong My Love. It was perfect. Sally Go Round the Roses is a peculiar song with an eerie atmospheric vibe and…oddly, it’s based on the nursery rhyme Ring Around the Roses. The Mysterians made it their own and gave it some jazzed up garage energy. 96 Tears got a rousing response. I love that 16th note riff that Lil’ Frank Rodriguez created out of the ether. It is the engine of this magnificent garage rock classic and is as instantly recognizable as Louie Louie (The Kingsmen) or Dirty Water (The Standells). The performance was energetic and note perfect. Question Mark was in a zone dancing to the music and singing with conviction about this ode about love gone bad. We were all smiling and singing along like a living cellular protoplasm with one mind and purpose. Everyone thought this was the finale but Question Mark fooled everyone. He would add another thirty minutes to the show with great versions of Don’t Tease Me (a deep album cut), Girl (You Captivate Me) – a great song that is a bit naughty, it should have been a big hit. Eighteen and Try Me (a soulful James Brown song) finds Question Mark panting for love…ooh, baby. Their rock hard version of Satisfaction was cock sure and was a suitable tribute to one of Question Mark’s rock & roll heroes. He even copped a few of Jagger’s moves.  The show reached its rocking conclusion with an energetic second reading of 96 Tears. The crowd erupted like My Vesuvius releasing the thermal energy of a nuclear bomb. It was a spectacular ninety minute set that had everyone dancing and singing along. It was simply transcendent.

96 Tears Forever!

Peace

Bo white

 

 

 

 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Todd Rundgren Live @ The Masonic Auditorium 1974

                                                           



Todd Rundgren

Live & Alone

March 24th 1975

 

I was ecstatic about finally seeing Todd Rundgren doing a solo gig that was billed as a career retrospective. I became interested in him when he had a hit with the tongue in cheek adolescent anthem We Gotta Get You a Woman. It was politically incorrect for the times and a guilty pleasure to be sure. I recall Rundgren defending it in an early interview but it didn’t really matter. We loved him anyway – his sense of humor, his wavering tenor and his incredible craft as a songwriter and producer. His fans learned early on that Rundgren something special. His halcyon days with Nazz resulted in three LPs and two great songs Open My Eyes and Hello Its Me. Stardom proved elusive and he left the band before the release of their last LP.

Rundgren wrote and produced two promising solo LPs entitled Runt (1970) and Runt: The Ballad of Todd Rundgren (1971). He was developing an eclectic style from blues based rock of Broke Down & Busted to the piano pop of Baby Let’s Swing and Long Flowing Robe to the straight up rock & roll of Who’s That Man.  In ’72 he hit his stride with an overly ambitious double album that he recorded primarily as a one man show with an elite crew of guest musicians such as Hunt (drums) and Tony Sales (bass), Rick Derringer (guitar), Mark Klingman (keys), the Brecker Brothers (horns), Rick Vito (guitar) and several backing vocalists including Richard Corey, Hope Ruff, Dennis Cooley and Vicki Robinson. It was a near masterpiece and it prompted the music industry to sit up and take notice of this wunderkind talent. He was a child prodigy who could sing, play multiple instruments, produce and record his own music.  He was ahead of the learning curve and embraced recording technology like a new lover reaching multiple orgasms.

 I bought every LP he released leading up to his incredible 1973 LP, the  incredible A Wizard; A True Star and the iconic 1974 double LP Todd. In my mind these discs were the perfect soundtrack of the years I lived in Ann Arbor. All my deep personal changes occurred on the back streets within and beyond   campus life. I began to see another way of being. I never perfectly held it and I would lapse, lie and steal hearts and not give a damn. It took years to reconcile that which was true and loving with my profound fear and distrust of the world. It was the beginning of my internal work. Todd Rundgren’s music helped me reflect what a real man could be. It was a revelation.

 I was confused by Rundgren’s sonic experimentation that began in 1973 but I was intrigued with his musical evolution through the Utopia project. I knew about his facility for irreverence and irony and the intelligent design he created as he pushed musical boundaries into the cosmos. These were traits that served him well as a balance to his obsessive perfectionism.

In this 1974 concert at the Masonic Auditorium in Detroit, I was goofing with a few friends, smoking some weed to balance the effects of alcohol, or so I thought. Rundgren wasted no time in getting to the point. He was doing a solo performance with a tape deck providing the musical backdrop. Rundgren would sing and play live to this accompaniment, guitar for the heavier songs and piano for his more contemplative moments. He joked around in-between songs and proved to be a likeable and compelling presence throughout the show . He had a distinct quality of not taking himself too seriously and would laugh or comment when his voice would crack or go off sharp or flat. It happens to the best popmeister rockers. He opened the show with the majestic International Feel followed in quick succession by Never Never Land  a nod to his Peter Pan  youthfulness) and Zen Archer. The taped loops acted up a bit during this triad of songs as the backing vocals, instrumental segments would screech and claw and make a mess of some the parts. Todd was in good voice during this part of the show, not too many cracks and groans.  He stays on key with the softer piano based songs but has trouble singing and playing the guitar especially the heavier rock sounds. Rundgren was actually in pretty good form. It seemed that nothing could ruffle his feathers. He just smiled and laughed it off, further endearing himself to his loyal fans. He would talk between songs like he was on the back porch goofing with old friends. In the intro to It Wouldn’t Have Made Any Difference he references Something/Anything his stoned solo masterpiece. He’s right in the pocket with this bittersweet ballad. He stays within his vocal range and is comfortable just holding the microphone. This is one of his more contemplative “love’s gone bad” songs. Rundgren starts a rap about commercial music…”I’m Todd Rundgren from K-Tel Records. See if you remember this one” is the lead-in to his 1972 hit I Saw the Light. His vocal is spot on as he accompanies himself on piano. He follows with another great ballad A Dream Goes on Forever. It has a wistful essence that evokes both hope and sadness. Perfect!

The next tune changes the mood in a dramatic fashion. Entitled the Lord Chancellor’s Nightmare Song, it is a rap about love, nightmare like love. Love that is unrequited and “robs me of me sleep.” It’s a hoot and a lot of fun as Rundgren breathlessly chants the verses at optimal speed , simple chords and an unrelenting 4/4 organ pattern…an updated 17th century opera. Hello It’s Me follows. This was a B-side with his first band The Nazz (1968) and it is simply stunning. Rundgren’s singing is nuanced and his piano playing provides the perfect backdrop for this ode to a former lover and evokes a sense of sadness and unfinished business. He had trouble hitting the high falsetto on the bridge.  I remember really getting into the “think of me” refrain in the extended coda. It evoked memories of a former girlfriend. The next tune was Piss Aaron that seemed to drag on forever. This Rundgren clunker referenced nit-wits we knew in high school from the above mentioned Aaron to Dumb Larry and Chuck Biscuit. Rundgren plays around with some props like a big pile of fake puke. The crowd loved it. I did not. It proved to be the nadir (for me) of an otherwise great performance. He finished with a metal anthem Heavy Metal Kids (from the Todd LP). It was a hard hitting rocker, a wall of sound. The pre-recorded music hit a glitch and squealed and distorted the sounds, something messed up and Rundgren’s vocal was buried in the mix though his live guitar playing was incredible with a rapid fire machine gun blast of notes. He hit the e-string like he was possessed by the spirit of Jimi Hendrix . This wall of sound segues to International Feel Pt 2. Rundgren’s voice is shredded by this point in the show but his guitar playing is electrifying. It ends suddenly. The silence is deafening, the crowd roars its approval. I loved it and I’ve never experienced another rock & roll show that was so humble yet transcendent.

 

After a brief intermission, Rundgrem introduced Utopia, his new band. I didn’t really listen. By this time I smoked some refer and had a swig or two of liquor. I was almost annoyed by Utopia’s cacophonous songs. I wanted more Something/Anything or the Ballad of Todd Rundgren. But not this! After listening to a few of these new songs, it seemed that the music settled into a comfortable groove. I didn’t understand it but I began to like it. I recall the song Utopia: City in My Head and thinking Rundgren said he was going to do it (change) and he did. Some of the audience appeared enraptured, others seemed confused or angry. The music was complex but not always beautiful. Toward the end of the show, Rundgren performed Black Maria and Everybody’s Going to Heaven/King Kong Reggae bringing it all back around to the pre-Utopia foundations of Rundgren’s most complex music. I’ve been a huge fan ever since.

A special thanks to Roger Linder and Doug Moiles

Peace

Bo White

Friday, April 19, 2013

Michael Nesmith Live @ the Magic Bag

  
                                                            
 
 
Michael Nesmith

Live @ the Magic Bag

April 7th, 2013

Michael Nesmith carries his albatross like a well-worn coat of many colors, the sleeves are frayed and the colors have faded but his history with the pre-fab four will always be linked to his media image. Nesmith was with the Monkees from 1965 to early 1970. He performed with them on television, concerts, recordings and one legendary movie Head, an avant-garde slice of psychedelia and anti-war sentiments that also included some incredible music. It was a bumpy ride that bucked, stalled and lurched ahead despite the unwarranted sneering derision. Nesmith along with Peter Tork, Davy Jones and Micky Dolenz were hired by Screen Gems to portray a rock band in a television sitcom format. It was a parody of mid-sixties rock & roll that was based loosely on the Beatles.

Once Nesmith was cast and signed on the dotted line, Screen Gems purchased his songs to be used on the weekly Monkees show. He wrote several pop gems including Mary, Mary, The Girl I Knew Somewhere, Good Clean Fun and Listen to the Band. One of my favorites, You Just May Be the One is in a mixed meter interspersing 5/4 bars into an otherwise 4/4 structure…cool. I was captivated by the humor and charm of the band but I was also playing close attention to the music, preferring the LPs from Headquarters (their first self-directed body of music) through to their masterpiece Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones LTD  to Head, their magnum opus.. By 1970 the warp speed roller coaster ride careened out of control and ran out of gas. The Monkees farewell TV Special 33 1/3 was roundly ignored despite the fact that was a rock & roll apocalypse featuring such iconoclastic artists as Fats Domino, Jerry Lee Lewis and the Buddy Miles Express. Alas, the public didn’t care and the Monkees franchise was doomed to be forever misunderstood and inaccurately labeled despite several well received reunion tours through the eighties, nineties and the new millennium.

Nesmith did not waste anytime forging a new identity. He formed Michael Nesmith & the First National Band in 1970 and recorded three LPs in quick succession for RCA Records.  Magnetic South, Loose Salute and Nevada Fighter was a highly acclaimed trilogy of the old west, an ephemeral slice of surrealistic country rock that was scaffolded by Nesmith’s psychedelic vision and Red Rhodes incredible craft on the pedal steel. This series of LPs included such acclaimed songs as Joanne, Silver Moon, Grand Ennui, Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds and Rainmaker. All told Nesmith has released fourteen studio albums and two great live in concert albums. Nesmith  also enjoyed a modicum of success with his singles Propinquity, Rio and Cruisin’. Nesmith was never an artist with substantial sales figures - one critic stated that Nesmith couldn’t buy a hit. He preferred to follow is own muse and despite his lapses into stilted verbosity (his fans may need to pick up a dictionary), he can be forgiven. I’ll take Ennui and Propinquity any way or any time he sings. Nesmith has been widely credited for being one of the pioneers of country rock along with Gram Parsons.

Nesmith was not one to tour extensively. He toured for several years with the Monkees from 67-70 and he toured with them again in 1997 to support the release of Justus their new CD. In 2012 he reunited with Peter Tork and Micky Dolenz for a 12 date concert tour. In a recent interview about the tour Nesmith said, “I never really left. It is a part of my youth that is always active in my thoughts and part of my overall work as an artist. It stays in a special place.” Nesmith did a short tour of England in advance of the aforementioned Monkees reunion. Before that Nesmith did a nine day tour in 1992. You could say he was due…

The Magic Bag has a hang dog cool, it’s worn and just a little shabby but its darkness can hide a lot of blemishes. It has a lot of nooks and crannies where you can squeeze this way or that way to buy a soda and some popcorn or even schmooze with the vendors at the merchandise table. “if I buy all four CDs will you give me a break, hmm, maybe after the show?” It was a mixed crowd of all ages. I was part of the white haired fogies taking a chance by going out on a Sunday wondering what will Monday feel like. I met a girl who was obsessed with the Monkees. She even brought a toy Monkee Mobile to the show. It was a collector’s item for sure. It was already signed by Peter Tork and Davy Jones so she bought a meet and greet ticket to get Nesmith’s autograph and already had plans to corner Micky Dolenz at a show next month. She seemed embarrassed by her obsession but she couldn’t let it go. It’s like an old pair of jeans, worn and torn with holes in the knees but it is so comfortable. There’s a pleasant vibe amongst the 300 or more Nesmith fans, no arguments, fights or major intoxication.

The band strolled onto the smallish stage @ 9:01pm -four players, drums, guitar rack, pedal steel, two keyboards, synthesizer.  A few minutes later Nesmith strides front and center and opens with Papa Genes Blues. He slowed down the tempo from the original Monkees version and it gives it a more soulful flavor. He’s in good voice and the band provides some nice harmonies on the chorus. The crowd goes wild. It was the perfect opener. Nesmith asks about the Monkee Mobile out in front of the venue and teases, “We’ll always have Paris.”

 

Nesmith wastes no time in introducing his phenomenal band: Boh Cooper – keys; Chris Scruggs – guitar; Paul Leim – drums; Joe Chemay – bass.

 

He outlines his vision for the night. A series of vignettes wrapped around songs he wrote in the past 50 years...

 

Propinquity

Nesmith narrates. The setting: a quiet mid-western city. There is a Deli downstairs. He sees her often and brings her a gift. She will cook dinner. They are lovers. He sits a long time in silence and then he says this to her…

(Nez begins to sing)

 I've known for a long time
The kind of girl you are
Of a smile that covers tear drops
The way your head yields to your heart
Of things you've kept inside
That most girls couldn't bear
I've known you for a long time
But I've just begun to care

The piano trill on the bridge is simply stunning and Nesmith’s wistful understated vocal is sui generis – a unique connection between the band and the audience.

Tomorrow and Me

Nesmith narrates:

It’s a 1930 film noire. The moonlight peeks through a stormy night. She sits in her yellow convertible and then pulls away in the night. Her smile was only a mask for the assumptions she makes. He turns out of the lot only he turns then other way…

The monolithic wash of the synthesizer creates a melancholy mood, a diaspora leads him to move away from the only life he knew. Nesmith’s wordplay is fueled by a minor key, the meaning is unclear but doesn’t bode well. The band is excellent; each player is generous and confident enough to play without ear shattering volume that can sometimes hide mistakes. Nex has a little trouble reaching the high notes on this one.

 Different Drum

Nesmith narrates:

1950’s in Paris, walking down cobblestone streets. It’s the whole scene m- a boy and girl. She is modern and he’s a dashing young man. She wants to be a mother. He wants to be a lover – to love each other. But they don’t love the same things. This is a reimagined version of the country flavor of the original. The synth passage sounds like an accordion, a mandolin emerges from the ether and the drummer does a slow shuffle. This is a gutsy arrangement , at first disarming yet compelling like a century old painting by Renoir. Nesmith adlibs at the coda

You got to learn to live without me

We got to learn to live without each other

We just got to learn it

 

Joanne and Silver Moon (two vignettes)

Nesmith narrates:

The setting: A timeless ruin, rolling hills,  a weeping willow tree by a pond. The air is sweet with romance. She is youthful and is fascinated by him. He’s a little older and he remembers these young fascinations. He stands alone and must choose which way to go. Nesmith’s vocal is nuanced both pensive and loving, a memory mixed with longing and some regret. The muted beauty of Nesmith’s reading segues to Silver Moon, reconfigured with a bossa nova beat and a calypso drum, synth splashes followed by some cool pedal steel on the bridge. Nesmith’s scratchy tenor of the sixties has settled down to an expressive baritone.


Some of Shelly’s Blues

Nesmith narrates:

Present day working class family. A fantasy handed down. She  kisses him. He’s studying her. She looks down the street and sees all the homes are the same. She pauses and thinks about seeking out another and that may be what they need. Sometimes one loving thought can save a family.

This rendition is faithful to the original version. The band plays softly, sometimes soft is better. The keyboard player provides some B-3 shadings to give it a bluesy vibe

Rio and Casablanca Moonlight

Nesmith narrates:

Late 1920’s at the Grand Cinema Palace. He sits alone until the crowd leaves. Then new cinema evoked other desires. Should he act on it., could the blank white screen be his table rasa?

A prominent pedal steel anchors Rio and gives it an aural beauty. Piano trills give the song a sense of movement, synth inspired seagull sounds are a segue to Casablanca Moonlight. Nesmith’s range has narrowed through the years and he strains at the upper register. The crowd loves him anyway, just for doing it again, one more time. He mirrors our own frailties, our lost youth.

Grand Ennui

Nesmith Narrates:

It’s the late sixties. We are in a bright red Ferrari screaming down the highway at about a hundred and ten. She’s behind the wheel; she has bright red lipstick and is wearing a tight dress. He is frumpy – once the predator he’s now the prey.

A sweet slide guitar motif rocks it to the bone. It’s a great rockin’ version a bit harder edged than the recording. This is about Nesmith’s resolute boredom with the finer things in life. His wealth becomes a dreary repetition of things that don’t matter. Listen…

Well, I reached in my pocket and I pulled out the Omega
That was never one second behind
I knew the horse that I was running at the Southern Talladega
Had won for the twenty-second time

And then the countess I was with bent over with a kiss
And put a jeweled hand on my knee
I knew I'd lost the light
And I was moving through the night
Running from the grand ennui
Running from the grand ennui

 

Crusin’ (Lucy & Ramona and Sunset Sam)

Nesmith reveals that this was the second video he ever made. He knew Lucy and Ramona and found Sunset Sam in a bar, wearing a speedo. This was from Nesmith’s triumphant television series Elephant Parts. It was edgy and cool, a bit avant garde with just enough syncopation. The crowd went wild

 
Rays

Nesmith narrates:

He awakens and crawls in the observation pod that is in orbit above the planet. He can see out in space. The glory of the earth is in an arc around him. He is in a universe of thought. It has a funky organ and a 2/4 rock beat. The drummer gets a workout on this one, he pounds it out like the Dave Clark Five  getting pissed and ready to rumble

 

The Prison Suite

Nesmith narrates:

A guy is in prison and sees a break in the wall. He crawls out and sees that all the convicts are out in the field. He realizes that the prison is only in his imagination;  it’s not real, it’s an illusion. But his girlfriend only sees the prison.

This is from Nesmith’s 1975 double LP. It was an ambitious project that failed to capture the imagination of the public. It is difficult to take pieces out of context and place it into a concert format. This is Nesmith’s magnum opus. It’s about rebirth and renewal and though it is a bit elusive, it is an incredible moment in Nesmith’s canon. It was well received by Nesmith’s adoring fans!

Laugh Kills Lonesome

The last song is inspired by a painting Nesmith viewed in Helena Montana. Nesmith says that laughter is the sound of understanding; it is the divine voice. The mandolin and steel drum effects via the synthesizer give the song an upbeat vibe that you can dance to. The mandolin player does an incredible solo followed in turn by spotlight solos by each member of the band;  the drummer stretches out and signals a segue to the chorus. It ends with a bang.

The encore Thanx for the Ride includes a pre-recorded pedal steel workout by the late Red Rhodes. He was one of the best in the business and was Nesmith’s anchor in the First National Band

People
Keep believing
What they never saw
This time
When it comes again
I'll beat them to the draw
I'll be like it's my first time
I'm moving closer to clearer skies
I'll just mosey on
Thanks for the ride
Thanks for the ride
Thanks for the ride

The perfect ending for an historic concert. At seventy years of age Nesmith has mellowed into a loving and wise philosopher. He is a gem to be treasured.

Peace

Bo