Thursday, September 3, 2020

VERNON RAY AND HIS BROTHER LINK RUNNING ROUGHSHOD: WHOA-OH!

 



first, a bulletin

 

We believe—very strongly—that Link Wray should be inducted into the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame. Not only that, but his band, The Raymen, should be granted admissions as well. Two-thirds of the Raymen are Wray men, plus a bass player named “Shorty,” plus an occasional saxophonist named “Switchy,” plus an occasional pianist named “Unknown.” When we consider that noodle-y groups like ABBA, the Bee Gees, and ELO have been enshrined in that there Hall, but not Link Wray, we want to don the hairshirt, wave the censer, kindle the frankincense, and self-flagellate our bosoms (in the biblical sense). In short, we want to complain.

                                                                                                 

 

but this post isn’t entirely about fred lincoln “link” wray jr.

 

This here article also concerns Link’s older brother, Vernon Wray, who has a few alternative (“aka”) monikers of his own: Lucky Wray, owing to gambling prowess, and Ray Vernon: his given name, inverted and deducting a “W,” thereby achieving a stage name. To wit, as Ray Vernon, Vernon Wray recorded a fair amount of his own—on labels like Cameo, Liberty, and Mala—before he switched to managing and producing roles. He founded Rumble Records, which was named after Link Wray’s iconic hit, a song that altered the trajectory of rock music. The Wrays hailed from a humble background and were part Shawnee Indian.

 

 

what we know and what we don’t know about bunker hill

 

Vernon Wray seems to have been the bloke who convinced a man named David Walker, a gospel singer with the Mighty Clouds of Joy, to record a few R&B numbers as “Bunker Hill.” Why “Bunker Hill?” We don’t know. Maybe Mr. Walker was fond of the famous battle in Massachusetts. He didn’t record as David Walker, since he didn’t want the Mighty Clouds of Joy to discover this little treachery, but discover they did, after “Hide and Go Seek, Part 1” climbed both the R&B and Hot 100 charts in 1962. The Mighty fired him, leaving relatively little Joy in Cloudsville. What happened to Mr. Walker after that? We don’t know. But those R&B records were indeed hot, and the band that backed him was no other than the Raymen, probably including Link. The drummer on those records is none other than Doug Wray, the youngest of the three Wray brothers, and anyone can tell just how much he’s thumping those drums within an inch of their lives.


Link (L) and Lucky (R)

roughshod

 

Ray Vernon recorded “Roughshod” in 1959 or 1960. It was bundled with “Vendetta” on the B-side, and released in 1960, as Scottie 1320. The likely personnel include: Link Wray (lead guitar); Vernon Wray aka Ray Vernon (rhythm guitar); Brantley Moses “Shorty” Horton (bass); Doug Wray (drums); “Switchy” (saxophone); piano player and other musicians, if any, unknown. Vocals likely attributed to Vernon Wray.


whoa-oh!

Whoa-oh!
Whoa-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh!

  

sources of information

Discogs page for Roughshod
National Museum of the American Indian (various website and blog posts)
Tanka article on the Wray brothers
Way Back Attack article on Link Wray
Wikipedia article for Bunker Hill

 

this post is part of a triple issue. also see:
got you on my mind
open the door, richard!


GOT YOU ON MY MIND: REMEMBERING THE NEARLY-FORGOTTEN R&B SAXOPHONE ACE BIG JOHN GREER.

 



Big John Greer blew some ferocious jump saxophone, and in some small way, contributed toward the thumping ruckus that both hurtled toward—and was itself—rock ‘n’ roll. If you believe that Roy Brown cut the first rock record, or Jackie Brenston, or Chuck Berry, very well then; Mr. Greer honked his tenor sax throughout the stretch (roughly 1947-1956) when those gentlemen changed American music forever. Big John backed hit-makers as a sideman and recorded as a leader. He sang, too; above average.

Today, we’re celebrating John Greer’s only hit as a leader: not a bar-walker but a ballad that will compel us to long for someone we dearly miss. The large ensemble—the Rhythm Rockers—demonstrates a tight, occasionally ironic affection for the content. The pain in the song, though, is real, and in fact, a bit bright. And isn’t that truest, sometimes, the brightness of emotional torment?

Officially, “Got You On My Mind” was recorded in 1951 by John Greer and His Rhythm Rockers, and was released in 1952 on RCA Victor, bundled with “Woman Is A Five Letter Word.” As to the B-side, its tongue-in-cheek lyrics accompany a medium cooker with dance floor potential. While the B-side failed to chart, the A-side magnificently did the opposite. It rose to #2 on the Billboard R&B chart in 1952, and charted in various positions for 22 weeks. The song was penned by Howard Biggs and saxophonist Joe Thomas.

The likely personnel for this New York session included: John Greer (tenor saxophone and vocal), Red Solomon (trumpet), George James (alto saxophone), Joe Thomas (tenor saxophone), Stan Webb (baritone saxophone), Bill Doggett (piano), James Cannady (guitar), Sid Block (bass), and Jimmy Crawford (drums).

[For those of you audiophiles out there, you’ll know that “Craw beats on them drums / In the band / In the band!” But I digress.]



Greer’s big professional break came when he joined the Lucky Millinder Orchestra in 1948, replacing Bull Moose Jackson, who’d left the group to pursue his solo career. In replacing Jackson, Greer did so in a tenor-for-tenor, voice-for-voice switch. Thus, he blew whopping jumps on numbers like “Clap Your Hands” and sang with bouncy mischief on steaming tunes like “Let It Roll Again.” He backed Bull Moose Jackson on pieces like “Nosey Joe” as well as the blues shouter Wynonie Harris on “Bloodshot Eyes,” among other hits. He was often teamed with such female vocalist partners as Annisteen Allen and Dolores Brown.

Big John’s career began to wane in the late 1950s, after recording songs like “Come Back Uncle John,” a worthy rocker that appeared on the King label. By all accounts, the dip in his fortunes owed to his struggle with alcoholism. He retreated to Hot Springs, Arkansas, the town of his birth, where he gigged with local musicians, until he eventually faded from sight. And here’s where it gets sorrowful. John Greer passed away in 1972, at 48 years of age, largely forgotten.

I’d like to think that, collectively, Dear Reader, we’ve got Big John Greer on our minds, and certainly, Dear Reader, I’ve got you on my mind. I’m wondering why you had to go. . . .

 

other songs worth a listen

John Greer & His Quintet “Rockin’ With Big John” (1948)
Lucky Millinder Orchestra “Clap Your Hands” (1950) Big John Greer tenor sax
Lucky Millinder Orchestra “Let It Roll Again” (1950) Big John Greer vocal
Wynonie Harris “Mr. Blues Is Coming To Town” (1950) Big John Greer tenor sax
Wynonie Harris “Bloodshot Eyes” (1951) Big John Greer tenor sax
Bull Moose Jackson “Nosey Joe” (1952) Big John Greer tenor sax
Big John Greer “Bottle It Up And Go” (1954)
Big John Greer “Come Back Uncle John” (1956)

 
sources of information

45cat page for “Got You on My Mind” 
All Music Guide to the Blues, entry for Big John Greer
Be Bop Wino page for John Greer R&B in New York City
Black Cat Netherlands entry for John Greer
Discogs page for “Got You on My Mind”
Rate Your Music page for “Got You on My Mind”
Wikipedia page for Big John Greer
 

this post is part of a triple issue. also see:
open the door, richard!
roughshod


Sunday, August 9, 2020

DEUS EX BIG MACHINA.


a rheumatologist of one’s own

I was reading 
The House of Mirth, Wind & Fire when I spontaneously combusted. At the same time, two hair-metal bands joined together —  Ratt Poison — in the Palmolive Garden behind the Julius Caesar Salad Days Inn. Go read that article in which Virginia Woolf refused to have A Rheumatologist of One’s Own, because his name was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde the Baloney.


bernie could still be joe’s pick for vice president


I want to rent a safe sex movie, but I can’t decide between Under Extreme Emotional Durex and The Silence of the Lambskins. On the way out of the video store, I pass the Jheri Curling Team. Yep, they’re headed to the ice rink, with the stones, the brooms, and the activator. Bernie could still be Joe’s pick for Vice President, if only he’d change his preferred pronoun, quickly!


and now a poem

Cardi B
Cardi BBQ
Cardi BBQ & A
Cardi BBQ & A E I O U
Cardi BBQ & A E I O U-Haul.
J Lo & B-hold!

deus ex big machina

“You-Rippa-Deez?” is an olfactory accusation, not the name of a classical Greek tragedian, and in any event, Euripedes didn’t write the bigotry drama Seven Against Hebes. I don’t like how Greek plays depend purely upon chance to resolve their funereal plots. For example, all of their characters are just trudging along, starving to death, when out of nowhere, they spot the golden arches of McDonalds. Deus Ex Big Machina is the name of that literary device.

 
trojan horse 

Yes, I know how the Achaeans won the Pubic Wars, but we’re talking about how a smuggler brings heroin in a condom through a security checkpoint. Shouldn’t it be called Trojan Mule?


Wednesday, May 27, 2020

JOY ON FIRE // “UH HUH” // OFFICIAL VIDEO // 2020.



“Uh Huh” is a protest song, during a protest year, during a baffling era.

The lead instrumentation—John Paul Carillo’s bass and guitar; Chris Olsen’s drums and percussion—alternates between harrowing restraint and thumping outcry. Anna Meadors plays the song’s dirge on her alto saxophone; the song, then, absorbs the universal lamentations of people who’ve been deprived of other people. When all four of us participate at once, including the howling vocals, there is a variety of madness that we could call liberation, or honesty. Listeners will be rewarded again and again by the virtuosity of the musicians. The outro, in particular, estimates the emotional quandary of marching forward, despite a societal environment that cannot remediate its own destructiveness.

“Uh Huh” refers to brothers in the universal sense: close and distant family, comrades, colleagues. We are protesting an inexcusable societal blight like gun crimes, on the one hand, but many protests can be echo-located in “Uh Huh.” (What’s your protest?) In the lyrics, a gun is pointed at an unarmed person. This fundamental inequality can transfer from one situation to another. You’re powerless at a crucial moment, you fear for your life, you lack a basic resource. You struggle to envision a future, uh huh.
                                                                 
The artists who created the video—Gabriela Bulisova and Mark Isaac—have stamped their narrative on the song. By turns eerie, disturbing, and deeply righteous, the video commences with the thermal imagery of headless bodies trudging toward a blank destination, at an orderly pace, their backs to the viewer. Without being told, we know that many of them are doomed. There is a gun-scope encircling a partial portrait, and an incongruous flag unfurling, and a litter of human shapes strewn upon a stained ecosystem that’s struggling, itself, to persevere.

“De voi depinde,” said the poet Paul Celan: “It’s up to you.” What he meant was: the individual really matters. By design, the band does not appear. Our faces don’t outweigh the importance of the protest. What will our brothers be singing? What will our, what will our brothers be singing? If we deaden ourselves to loss, we’ll never challenge the status quo.

Play this song loud. Expect punk-jazz. Topple the establishment.




Joy on Fire is

John Paul Carillo (bass, guitar)
Anna Meadors (baritone and alto saxophones, vocals)
Chris Olsen (drums, percussion)
Dan Gutstein (lyrics, vocals)

“Uh Huh” composed by Carillo / Gutstein / Joy on Fire (2020)

Joy on Fire formed in Baltimore 12 years ago and is currently headquartered in Trenton, N.J.  Featured last year on NPR's All Songs Considered, the band is scheduled to play a Tiny Desk Concert in July.  Its most recent release is the Thunderdome EP, which features "Uh Huh," and is available on vinyl only at the Joy on Fire website.  Maryland label Procrastination Records will release the band's next full length album, Hymn, in June. States of America, the band's first full length album with vocals, and which will also include "Uh Huh," is currently being mixed with release plans to be decided.

Video and band photograph by Gabriela Bulisova and Mark Isaac (2020). 




“Uh Huh” is an official selection, PRISMA Rome Independent Film Awards (2020), London Rocks Film Festival (2020), and L.A. Rocks Film Festival (2021). 


Monday, May 18, 2020

FOX, BEARD, ANNIVERSARY: A PHOTO-ESSAY DESPATCH (SIC) FROM CORONAVIRUS LOCKDOWN.








key to the images (click on them to enlarge)

1 and 2. The fox and I have bridged the vulpine-person divide and become friends. However, she is feeding her cubs these days and has little time to shoot the baloney. Here, she is pictured galloping toward the den with unlucky prey (a squirrel?) in her mouth.

3. Beard / Beered. That would be, of course, a stout. 

4. I made a mask! (Out of an old t-shirt.)

5. My parents, Ruth and Marty, getting married, 60 years ago. I am “embedded” with them, in order to help them survive the pandemic.

6. My parents today, sharing a nice moment at the kitchen table, having been married for 60 years. Many more happy returns to them!

The days ahead: Soon, there will be a video release by Joy on Fire, the band I collaborate with, and eventually I hope to “re-launch” my latest book release, which got swallowed up by the early days of the nationwide lockdown. Thanks for visiting this blog—I hope that you and your loved ones are safe and healthy. —Dan

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

THE NEW FOX IN MY LIFE: A DESPATCH (SIC) FROM CORONAVIRUS LOCKDOWN.


recognition
Behold, the vixen assembles herself for devotion. Yes, we believe this fine creature to be a female of the species. Our relationship started this way. She presents herself and I devote myself to her presentation. She’s in no hurry to be foxy; she’s quite foxy as it is. She encounters tens of twenties of twos of persons, while I typically encounter but one vulpine soul. Yes, we are socially distancing ourselves properly in the Coronavirus era, but we always begin with this moment of recognition on the grassy, grassy lea.



aloofness
In this stage of the vixen-human devotional, the fox asserts her aloofness. A person could outfox another person, a fox could outfox a person, a fox could outfox another fox, but a person will never outfox a fox, how could he? He is not the fox. She is the fox, and she is, oh yes, fundamentally aloof. She knows the damage that a pelt-monger could cause, and she won’t become fodder for a pre-barbaric line in a Tennessee Williams play. [In Brando nasal voice:] “Where are your fox-pieces, Stella?” Lo, she will endure.



the chase is on
The fox is low to the ground. Why does this matter? Because there are roots and limbs, god dammit, there are creeks and banks. Have I taken a tumble? Yes, I have tumbled into the freaking creek! Would you believe me if I said that the fox waited for me? A fellow can grow quite emotional in such a moment. Sitting there, in the chilly muck, wondering just what in the Jiminy Cricket he is doing with his life, but there sitteth the vixen, beautiful and vigilant. Would you believe me if I said that we ran through the foxgloves together? Well, you shouldn’t. I have no idea what foxgloves look like. But we have run together side by side, the fox and I.

coda
There may be more foxes before long. I know this because I’ve seen a second fox: le renard. He looked as if he were wearing silk pajamas, and he is, and he deserves every single bit of that glorious feeling, the lucky guy.

SELF-QUARANTINED WITH MY ELDERLY PARENTS: A DESPATCH (SIC) FROM CORONAVIRUS LOCKDOWN.



I am with my parents, both of whom are in their eighties. Every morning we hold a mandatory Staff Meeting (pictured above) in the kitchen. We discuss our approach to the day. Mostly, we discuss the ways in which we irritate each other. Truth be told, as Chief of Staff, these meetings are dominated by me describing the many ways that my parents extensively aggravate me. After that, we move on to provisions. I am sent once a week to a local greengrocer, and since I get to—since I’m now encouraged to—wear a blue bandanna around my face, I’m eager to go. I pay my bill, thus I’m hardly a robber; I just look like one. After provisions, we address cleanliness. We agreed to give the twice-monthly cleaning woman a paid leave, which is nice of my parents, except that I have to do all the cleaning! (We live in a medium-sized apartment.) But in lockdown / quarantine, the thing is: chores are good, they organize the day. I’ve also developed cultural awakening routine that I’m emplacing for at least a month, and probably longer. Here are my details, quips, activities, discoveries, notes, suggestions, et cetera, in digest form. Enjoy.

ULTIMATE GOAL
To get my parents through this crisis, healthy. The elderly have a lot to teach us. In no way should they—ever—be sacrificed in the name of Wall Street.




HIGHBROW & POP CULTURE
Current books: I am finishing the second half of W. Somerset Maugham’s collected stories, and the selected stories of Lucia Berlin. Both reads are enjoyable: one is swashbuckling, the other is comedy-amid-tragedy or vice versa.
International Netflix mega-series: Babylon Berlin (lotsa Berlin!) has been the best. Even as it’s more “fantastic” than Peaky Blinders, it’s more believable, and the performance scenes, in particular, are astonishing. Interestingly, the two series are linked by the PTSD symptoms of the main characters, who suffered through mental anguish in World War I. When English rock band The Fall asks “Who Makes the Nazis?” in their album Hex Enduction Hour, well, Babylon Berlin appears to be answering that question.
Domestic mega-series: Better Call Saul. This character-driven series is better—by far—than its leaky predecessor, Breaking Bad. It’s not even debatable.
New rock ‘n’ roll discovery: My friend Casey Smith brought Girl Band, from Dublin, Ireland, to our attention. They’re in the same league as Sleaford Mods, who will be appearing, hopefully, October 1st, in D.C.
Last ten jazz albums: Louis Armstrong, The Great Chicago Concert; Albert Ayler Quartet, The Hilversum Session; Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers, Meet You at the Jazz Corner of the World, Vol. 1; Anthony Braxton, News from the 70s; John Coltrane, Giant Steps; Miles Davis, Milestones; Walter Davis Jr., Davis Cup; Booker Ervin, The Freedom Book; Charles Earland, Black Talk; Curtis Fuller, Blues-ette.

EXERCISE
Average daily running distance: 5.25 miles.
YouTube abs workout: The tatted guy at “officialthenx.” That workout is brutal, and I resent the tatted guy every day of my life.
YouTube pushups workout: Mike Rashid’s warrior pushups.
YouTube H.I.I.T. workout: “abnormal_beings.”  
Additional exercise: 40 minutes stationary bicycle + extensive burnout with 10 lb. sand dumbbell extravaganza.
Physical exercise summary: Running, cycling, upper body, and H.I.I.T., two to three hours daily.  
Animals I’ve seen while exercising: I’ve developed a cozy relationship with a foxy fox. Otherwise, there has been an increase in raptors: eagles, owls, and hawks. I see dozens of deer each day. I never see the white breasted nuthatch, but I hear it laughing at me, all the time.
Crossword puzzle: New York Times (available online via Arkansas Democrat Gazette.)
My Duolingo language: Francais.
Also: Could we get one sport to come back, with disease-free players housed in isolation, and games played in empty arenas / stadiums? Prem? Baseball? Shinny? The boost from that would be exponential.




DIET, SHOPPING, & SUNDRY ACTIVITIES
Diet: Vegetarian (I’ve earned my three year pin!) Thus far, it has been easy to keep this diet, except for the douchebags who are hoarding cans of black beans as if they were toilet paper. May your hoarding of the former lead you to require even more of the latter!
Great new recipe: Sweet potato vegetarian chili.
Beers on hand: Porters and Stouts. My friend Sausages also gave me a bottle (to be opened soon) of Laphroaig 10 year. I haven’t been drinking much, though. It’s hard to do this all alone. If you want to have a drink—or a coffee—let’s make a virtual date!
T.P. situation: Average. If there’s a gentle increase in pooping, we’ll still be all right.
Shopping strategy: I wear gloves and bandanna mask. I hand sanitize afterwards and wash my hands before unpacking anything. We place perishables in the fridge. (They are washed in cold water before use.) (We may switch to washing in advance.) Everything else is quarantined for three days in a side area, to allow for any surfaces to straighten out. I wash my hands again.

DEEP THOUGHT / LIFE CHANGES
Like many people, I have been examining my life closely. When this crisis ends, and it will end, despite the criminal mishandling of it by the already-impeached White House “leader,” I am going to make significant changes in my life. I will be talking to some of you, Dear Readers, about these changes when the time comes. Likewise, if you have anything monumental to relate in my direction, I’m here. I’ll be here for the foreseeable future. Mostly, be safe and stay healthy. May your loved ones be healthy, too.

QUIP
There should be a movie entitled Quaranteen Wolf, starring Quarantina Turner, directed by Quentin Quarantino.