Friday, March 31, 2023

MALAGUEÑA FOREVER!


The Cuban composer plays a version from his 1954 album Lecuona  
Plays Lecuona. It would be the (relative) calm before the shakers. 

the king of 1947 cuban pop

Behold “Malagueña.” Cuban composer Ernesto Lecuona wrote the piano piece no later than 1931, with reference to the Spanish town Málaga. In 1947, LIFE magazine crowned Lecuona the king of Cuba’s popular music, and noted that “Malagueña” had been, by then, a hit in the United States for 16 years. (According to LIFE, Tin Pan Alley music publishing houses in New York had sold 100,000 copies of the composition every year since 1931.)

Performances and / or recordings by Marco Rizo, Caterina Valente, Violetta Villas, Connie Francis, and Stan Kenton — not to mention the royal figure of Count Basie — would continue to popularize the song among audiences all over the world. But we digress. After all, we here at Blood And Gutstein tend to specialize in a genre known as “Long Lost.” And the songs we tend to put forward will rattle your speakers. Therefore, let’s take a look at three examples of how rock ‘n’ roll transformed this Cuban composition into a banging shaker.

three rock ‘n’ roll extravaganzas


Ali Hassan aka Al Hazan. This song asserts itself immediately and jumps soon thereafter. With piano just as percussive as the drums, and played to excess in the upper register (we approve), the arrangement makes plenty of potent arguments, including:
     — “Given the hubbub, why don’t we engage in romance?”
     — “Yes, let’s.”
     — “Well, all reet then. Shall we remove our garments?”
     — “We shall.”
Not to be outdone, the guitar really wails. Thus, we have some percussive keys, phat drums (the train is coming), and blistering guitar. We have people ripping each other’s duds off, no less!

Session information: Ali Hassan (Al Hazan) producer piano; 
Sharky Hall (drums); Ray Pohlman (guitar); and Carol Kaye (fender bass). A-side “Malagueña” b/w B-side “Chopsticks.” Philles 103, Los Angeles, 1962. Compositional credit: Ernesto Lecuona. A-side “Malagueña” b/w B-side “Chopsticks.” Philles 103, Los Angeles, 1962. [Notably, the Philles label was founded by none other than the notorious Phil Spector and one Lester Sill. Also notably, Al Hazan played piano on the UK number one hit “Nut Rocker” by B. Bumble and the Stingers.]



The Wildtones. Little is known about this group, which may have cut only two songs under that name. On the one hand, “King Cobra” may be a bit deceptive, as the classic “Malagueña” riff runs nearly throughout the entire song (on guitar), and offers the other musicians a sturdy, hypnotic ladder upon which they can howl into or batter their instruments. On the other hand, “King Cobra” is probably an apt summary for the mayhem that ensues, especially the venomous saxophone. Or, “blistering,” if you will, and you will. Call the drumming “surfy,” call the horn “borderline avant,” call the guitar “twangy” (or Duane Eddy-esque) and then you’ll have some estimation of this eclectic cacophony!

Session information: The Wildtones. Musicians unknown. A-side “King Cobra” b/w B-side “Mendelssohn Rock.” Tee Gee 105, New York, 1958. Writing credited to “Ford” and “Newman.” [Notably, Tee Gee records was owned by George Goldner, a pioneer record producer who recorded, interestingly enough, the song “Gee” by The Crows, which became a hit on both the R&B and pop charts.]


The Trashmen / Los Trashmen. These Midwest rockers present a clear-cut surf treatment of the song. It reverberates heavily with ghost waves (we approve) and behaves suspensefully before the lead guitarist slashes into the proceedings. As a “building” or “climbing” or “burrowing” song, we find the musicians drifting into and out of numerous effervescent idioms. The “smoothest” cover of the three rock ‘n’ roll versions, don’t underestimate this song’s edgy properties and virtuosic musicianship. It propels the surfer, after all, through the barrel of a breaker!

Session information: The Trashmen. Likely personnel: Troy Andreason (guitar), Dal Winslow (guitar), Robert Reed (bass), Steve Wahrer (drums). The song was recorded in 1963 or early 1964, and would be released in LP, EP, and 7-inch formats in the U.S. and abroad. For the original LP release, see
Surfin’ Bird, Garrett Records, January 1964. Otherwise, we have Los Trashmen, Gamma 578 A-side “Malagueña Surf” b/w B-side “Mi Cuate” (Mexico, 1965). [Speaking of the band’s flagship song, “Surfin’ Bird,” it rose to No. 4 in the charts in 1963-64, and would go on to be covered by several bands, including the Ramones and the Cramps, and appear in film, television, video games, and other extravaganzas.]


the upshot

Rock musicians have always repurposed songs from other eras and genres. This continued, for sure, with “Malagueña.” These bands rocked all of our pronouns: we, us, me, I, and you. Now that you’ve been rocked, Dear Reader, it’s up to you how to proceed. We always suggest moderation here at Blood And Gutstein. Thus, you could jump, there, all by yourself, if you need an aerobic workout. You could surf if your abode abuts (!) saltwater climes. Or you could telephone your sweetie pie and propose romance. We have found that mere mention of the song title — “Malagueña” — tends to propose romance. Yes, you can text, ping, and DM, if you must, and if you must, just propose romance responsibly and (always) bear the gift of music, wink wink. 



sources of information:
Billboard advertisement (for Surfin’ Bird) January 11, 1964
Black Cat Netherlands page for Al Hazan
Discogs entry for “King Cobra” by The Wildtones
Discogs entry for Lecuona Plays Lecuona, 1954-55
Discogs entry for “Malagueña” by Ali Hassan / Al Hazan
Discogs entry for “Malagueña Surf” by The Trashmen
LIFE article on Cuban music Oct. 6, 1947
Wikipedia entry for George Goldner
Wikipedia entry for “Malagueña”
Wikipedia entry for Surfin’ Bird (album)
Wikipedia entry for “Surfin’ Bird” (song)


Monday, March 20, 2023

AT NIGHT, I AM THE NIGHT: THE GRISLY MASHUP BETWEEN JAZZPUNK & HORROR IN THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR JOY ON FIRE'S "IN SPEAKING LIKE THUNDER"


Behold the music video for “In Speaking Like Thunder.” It completely eradicates the distance between Jazzpunk and Horror, leaving us stranded in a world that crosses rural sectarianism with discordant Middle Ages topographies. With music by Joy on Fire, lyrics and vocals by your humble blogger, and video by Daphne Bacon and Cody Snyder, “In Speaking Like Thunder” will have you reaching for a talisman and a baggie of shrooms alike.

The main character and his fellow townsfolk attempt to confront a series of omens in the form of moonlit disturbances, grisly discoveries in the woods, puzzling iconography, and dizzying isolations. A proliferation of period weapons — scythe, axe, pitchfork — accompany the period garb of a transcendent era. Viewers will hardly doubt the extensive lubrication proffered by meads, wines, and grogs; surely, there must be some greenery in that phat pipe!

After a torch-wielding posse melts away, the main character confronts a bipedal forest beast who has fostered all the mayhem. The man bows down before the beast. He embraces the beast. The two even dance together. Then, the clouds part and the full moon confers some sobriety on what will surely be a gruesome conclusion. The lines “At night / I am the night” may apply to the powerful beast, or they may apply broadly to the moon-force, or the presence that speaks “like thunder.”

The music veers between an up-register drone and crunching narrative; between free jazz outrage and gnawing synthesis. Indeed, all these sounds congeal at once as the instruments stretch toward the denouement of the final, mad dance. As for the lyrics, this is the second time I wrote a song in French, before bringing it over to English. (Also see “Unknown City.”) My French is hardly perfect, but in the translation, cometh the jaggedness.

The lyrics in both languages follow below. May they inspire new thoughts and images. May you play the song loud, pour yourself something mildly intoxicating, and jump around in the usual manner. Oi.


       In Speaking Like Thunder

       In speaking
       The thunder
       In speaking
       Like thunder
       In speaking
       The thunder
       In speaking
       Like thunder

       My word
       As crazy as
       My word
       As crazy as the mouth
       My word as crazy as
       The mouth of God
       My word as crazy as
       The Mouth of God

       At night
       I am the night
       At night
       I am the night
       At night
       I am the night
       At night
       I am the night

       At night
       In speaking
       I am the night
       Like thunder
       At night
       In speaking
       I am the night
       Like thunder


       En Parlant Comme le Tonnere

       En parlant
       Le tonnere
       En parlant
       Comme le tonnere
       En parlant
       Le tonnere
       En parlant
       Comme le tonnere

       Ma parole
       Aussi fou que
       Ma parole
       Aussi fou que la bouche
       Ma parole aussi fou que 
       La bouche de dieu
       Ma parole aussi fou que
       La bouche de dieu

       A nuit
       Je suis la nuit
       A nuit
       Je suis la nuit
       A nuit
       Je suis la nuit
       A nuit
       Je suis la nuit

       A nuit
       En parlant
       Je suis la nuit
       Comme le tonnere
       A nuit
       En parlant
       Je suis la nuit
       Comme le tonnere


Wednesday, January 25, 2023

THE MESMERIZING GRIEF OF KAREN DALTON’S “KATIE CRUEL” & HOW THE APPARITIONS OF THE CHORUS RESEMBLED THE SINGER’S OWN DOWNFALL.



Up the alley of “a folk singer unlike anyone else you’ve ever heard before” we arrive (inevitably) at the complicated, complex figure of Karen Dalton. Virtually all her singing can pierce you, yet her most distinctive work, the traditional folk song “Katie Cruel,” will carve deep into your being. If you’re brave enough to give a damn, the tune will absolutely shatter your invulnerability. No small part of that reaction will owe to the song’s elusive, riddling chorus. Ascertaining its meaning may resemble the impossible feat of trying to catch echoes with your hands, yet may be crucial to comprehending the entireties of Dalton’s tragic demise.


an all-too-brief bio

After leaving Oklahoma in the early 1960s, the part-Cherokee, part-Irish Dalton became a fixture in the Greenwich Village folk scene. Bob Dylan famously referred to her as his favorite singer. Perhaps the most nourishing thing about Karen Dalton’s career is that she cut a reluctant pose when it came to “success” — unwilling or unable to clamber aboard the “ladder of fame.” Handfuls of tragedies (such as heartbreaking stories involving her two estranged children) contrast with the irresistible virtuosity of her music, though ultimately, she drifted into obscurity. Dalton passed away in 1993 near Woodstock, New York. A heroin addict, she had likely acquired AIDS through sharing needles. Some of her recordings and live performances from the 1960s and 1970s have been reissued, underscoring their persistent vitality. Over the last several years, at least three documentaries (film and audio) have accompanied a resurgence of interest in her music.


more on “katie cruel”

The traditional American folk song “Katie Cruel” (sometimes titled “Katy Cruel”) may date back to the eighteenth century. A 1939 work, Folk Songs of Old New England, as presented by folklorist Eloise Hubbard Linscott, situates the tune among the region’s historical “ballads, folk songs, and ditties.” Linscott further describes “Katie Cruel” as a marching song favored during the Revolutionary War. She offers notated music alongside an array of lyrics.

Dalton recorded the song at least five or six times, often accompanying herself on banjo. In some of these versions, she whistles. The most famous rendition of “Katie Cruel,” however, pairs Dalton’s vocals and banjo with the violin of Bobby Notkoff. This recording, captured on the 1971 album In My Own Time, ought to puncture the thickest, most world-weary veneers. Where Dalton may have whistled on solo renditions, Notkoff instead enters on violin, just bursting with reverence for the song’s elegiac carpentry. It could be argued that both he and Dalton understood the song equitably.

A few critics have approached Dalton’s performances of the song. One writer, Rick Moody, correctly characterized “Katie Cruel” as Dalton’s “signature tune,” yet misapprehended Notkoff’s role in the song. He deems the effort “an intrusive fiddle.” Another writer, Barney Hoskyns, offers a welcome improvement. In designating Dalton’s recording of “Katie Cruel” as being both “darkly chilling” and “terrifying[ly] beautiful,” Hoskyns acknowledges the accompaniment of Notkoff’s “spooky electric violin.” And by “electric” he may suggest “plugged in,” or reminiscent of high voltage, or both.


dalton’s lyrics

Here are Dalton’s lyrics for your consideration as you absorb the song. We suggest you especially meditate on the two iterations of the chorus.

     When I first came to town
     They called me the roving jewel
     Now they’ve changed their tune
     (And) call me Katie Cruel

     Through the woods I am going
     Through the boggy mire
     (And) straightway down the road
     Till I come to my heart’s desire

     [Chorus]
     If I was where I would be
     Then I’d be where I am not
     Here I am where I must be
     Where I would be, I cannot

     When I first came to town
     They bought me drinks aplenty
     Now they’ve changed their tune
     (And) hand me the bottles empty

     [Chorus]
     If I was where I would be
     Then I’d be where I am not
     Here I am where I must be
     Where I would be, I cannot

At first appearing in town as an attractive drifter, namely, “the roving jewel,” the speaker subsequently traverses the woods and bogs as an outsider. No longer receiving free “drinks aplenty” at the tavern, the speaker has been callously nicknamed “Katie Cruel.” In an equally damaging turnabout, she is the recipient of empty bottles, a gutting twist of mockery. “Katie Cruel” traffics in both estrangement and the tides of isolation. The potent mystery of the song revolves around whatever led to the “changed tune” of the townspeople. What had the speaker done, to deserve the withdrawal of their kindliness? She’s not being stoned to death, as in Shirley Jackson’s famous short story, “The Lottery,” but she is being shunned to death. 


and the chorus?

The oppositional values of the lyrics may correlate with Dalton’s own clashing presences. She was Dylan’s favorite singer, on the one hand, yet didn’t succeed as a popular musician. As “the roving jewel,” Dalton arrived in Greenwich Village and became a fixture during the American folk revival, but years later, by then largely forgotten by her community, she grappled with the vagaries of addiction and terminal illness. Her physical appearance, though marred by missing teeth, was undeniably beautiful. Dalton therefore resembles the character she sings about, in “Katie Cruel.” That she listed too deeply into the fictional world of the song and began to resemble (or embrace) its outcome, cannot be conclusively thrown aside. The lyrics are mournful without specifically mentioning death, yet the tune obviously conjures the acids of loss through the devastating grief of the music.

Dalton, of course, did not invent “Katie Cruel.” She adapted the lyrics from the tune’s traditional form. It may be helpful to compare the 1939 anthologized chorus (from New England) with the chorus that Dalton frequently recorded, as there are minor differences:

      Oh, that I was where I would be
     Then should I be where I am not
     Here I am where I must be
     Where I would be, I cannot
     —Linscott, 1939

     If I was where I would be
     Then I’d be where I am not
     Here I am where I must be
     Where I would be, I cannot
     —Dalton, 1971 (among other times)

The most important word in both renditions — given its repetition — might be the indistinct locator, “where.” The speaker, accordingly, searches for footing. “If I was where I would be” relies heavily upon the conditional word, “would.” It imagines an impossible alternative journey, or era, and in doing so, confers a gloomy sense of irony on the ensuing line: “Then I’d be where I am not.” Dalton alleges a certain inescapability when she sings “Here I am where I must be,” that is, in the world of being dubbed Katie Cruel and trudging the desolate landscape as an outcast. “Where I would be, I cannot” trails off, cementing the singer’s demise. Since Dalton “cannot” situate herself in the place “where [she] would be,” the listener, of a sudden, apprehends the doom, the blow the singer cannot overcome.


coda

“Katie Cruel” drifted towards Karen Dalton perhaps from the distant days of the Revolutionary War. She embraced the tune and made it the “jewel” of her repertoire. She may have even resembled the “roving jewel” she sang about, enduring multiple tragedies akin to those revealed in the lyrics. The chorus itself doesn’t merely reinforce these tragedies, but deals in multiple presences. It may conjure the way Dalton’s song hovers about us now, preparing each of us for that solitary “going,” the way we would be and the way we must be, as the late-day sunshine glances off our fingertips and the love, like a fierce echo, escapes our grasp.


sources of information:

BBC audio documentary Sweet Mother KD (2016).
The Guardian article on the 2021 Karen Dalton documentary film.
Barney Hoskyns. Small Town Talk. Da Capo Press, 2016.
Eloise Hubbard Linscott. Folk Songs of Old New England. The MacMillan Co., 1939.
“Rick Moody on Karen Dalton.” icon. Amy Scholder, editor. Feminist Press, 2014.
Washington Post article on Dalton’s mysterious life (and 2021 documentary).
Wikipedia page for Karen Dalton.

Discographic information for “Katie Cruel.” Karen Dalton, In My Own Time, fourth track. Traditional lyrics, arranged by Karen Dalton. Recorded in New York, 1970-1971. Released 1971 on Paramount Records. Dalton: banjo, vocals; Bobby Notkoff: violin. Dalton recorded other versions of the song at other times and performed it often during live appearances.

Karen Dalton was also featured in our “Unassailable Vocalists” post from 2017.


Thursday, December 8, 2022

MANIFESTO & SUPERMANIFESTO.



This manifesto begins with love. For my mentor and close friend, Faye Moskowitz, who passed away in February. A love that can no longer be expressed, directly, to the person whom I love. Faye changed my life, through hundreds of interactions. Teaching, listening, sharing, crying, singing, even smoking weed once, yep. What does one do with grief that keeps ringing outward? Understandably, loss can turn to outrage, given the subtractions we must endure.

 


I listen to “In My Head” quite often. I’m jealous of the group, Gilla Band (or “Girl Band”), who hail from Dublin. This song is emblematic of the music I’d like to make: short, powerful, and aggressive. It’s the group’s first single, from 10 years ago. When the vocalist, Dara Kiely, screams toward the end—well, that’s how I feel, about losing Faye. You transport your feelings to a song and make them fit.

 

I did something similar on a piece, “Uh Huh,” I recorded with Joy on Fire, the band I collaborated with to produce States of America, an album which we released in June. In the middle of the tune, when our saxophonist Anna Meadors (above, left) tears the building down, I do some shouting. But it’s not like Kiely in Gilla Band. I think he means it a bit more. And it’s something, frankly, I need to work on.


I listen to John Coltrane’s composition “Equinox” (recorded in 1960) every day. He’s more famous for other compositions but I keep returning to this blues because of the gravity established by the pianist, McCoy Tyner, and Coltrane, too, when he enters the song on tenor sax. Of course, Coltrane’s notes become brighter, the brightness of grief, because he was a cerebral and sweet individual, I would imagine. Don’t take my word for it, though. Go listen to “In a Sentimental Way” released in 1963 by Trane and Duke Ellington. 


You could look upon the1963 Ellington & Coltrane album as a “super-group” effort. I do. Together with my friend, Emily Cohen, I’m assembling a “super-group” to help tell the story of the folk song “Liza Jane.” (Above: find a conceptual trailer featuring harmonica player Phil Wiggins.) It’s not public yet, the super-group, so I can’t reveal the identities of the musicians, but they’re amazing. We’re going to film them, extensively, in performance, in 2023. The group is older and younger, men and women, Black and white, folk and blues and rock, banjo and fiddle and violin and slide guitar and quills . . . .




2023 will also see the release of POOR GAL: The Cultural History of Little Liza Jane, forthcoming from University Press of Mississippi. I wrote the book during a torrid six months, while the pandemic raged. Above, I say “the folk song ‘Liza Jane’” but it’s a family of songs, an extremely unruly lot at that. This book’s the hardest thing I’ve ever written, and undoubtedly, flawed. But I mean it, the writing. Just as much as Kiely means his yelling in Gilla Band. The story of this family of songs, well, is bigger than me. And that’s part of the supermanifesto. Writing is not about “me.” Rather, it’s bigger than “me.” 



I did okay as a writer in 2022. A book of poems, Metacarpalism, appeared from Unsolicited Press, out yonder in Portland, Ore. The Washington, D.C. press Primary Writing Books produced my prose-and-photography collection, The Fox Who Loves Me. Grantmakers, literally, kept me afloat: the Maryland State Arts Council and the Arts & Humanities Council of Montgomery County (Md.) I am indebted to the kindness and professionalism of these presses and organizations.


A few weeks ago, my close friend Doug Lang (above) passed away. Doug was a poet, and a teacher, who inspired people with his writing, Welsh wit, and comprehensive knowledge of American culture. We grew especially close after his childhood football team, Swansea City, climbed into the Premier League for a few years. A group of us became hooligans upon this development, often getting tight off stout at 10 am in pubs, and listing out into the sunshine, to crow about our worldview. Doug enjoyed this “bloke” activity quite a bit, and now, once more, there’s love that can no longer be expressed, directly, to the person whom I love.



I will always be Swansea, “O City Said I.”



One of the Swansea City hooligans (Casey) turned me on to Gilla Band and another (Rod) turned me on to Dry Cleaning, a group from London. I’m a bit obsessed with “Magic of Meghan” and with the singer, Florence Shaw. She projects so much tragedy at the microphone, and of course, the lyrics are often spoken, which is what I tried to do with Joy on Fire. She has amazing timing, and often delivers scathing satire. The “whoops” (all three of them) are quite nourishing.



I was once at a reading facilitated by the English department where Faye and I taught. Since students were there, it was a “dry” event, but I’d bootlegged-in a bitteen of the spirits, and, having extensive knowledge of the domicile, I snuck through some secret passageways and doorways, where I would situate myself in a private enclave, where I could partake of a “nip.” Privately, or so I thought, because once I stepped-through into the ostensible safety of the enclave, there was Faye, smoking a joint(!)



At a party once (but not the one depicted above.) Doug with an “ass pocket of whiskey.” I have to put it like this: an “English aristocratic sort” had insisted that Doug’s hometown of Swansea had not been bombarded during World War II. Doug retorted that he’d lived through said bombardments as a very young boy. (Wikipedia, et cetera, confirms Doug’s account.) Anyhow, this “English aristocratic sort” had attended the event with his trousers rolled very high, and Doug made sure that the fellow understood the folly of the trouser-rolling, as we were on the second floor, in a city that wasn’t bracing for a flood. It wasn’t even raining.  



When your best friend from the animal kingdom emerges from the mist. The scoundrel. The trickster. The beautiful vixen. She knows she’s a good-looking fox because I tell her as much every time I jog with her after sunset.



It wouldn’t be a true “Blood And Gutstein” without an old R&B number that will rattle your windowpanes. Behold: “Big Bo’s Iron Horse” from 1962. This has been a longish, searching, raking post, one that expressed despair, and yet, there is much vitality ahead of us, in 2023 and beyond. Let us jump. Let us flounce. It’s hard to know where the manifesto leaves off, and where the supermanifesto begins. Where our hands touch, and where we embrace. Most of all, let us acknowledge the love that’s still around us. Even in sorrow, the love we feel for those we’ve lost will inform the very next love we develop with a new soul, and if that soul is you, my friend, then I want you to know how much I love you, and maybe, in some small way, you can see just where I’m coming from.


discographic information for “Big Bo’s Iron Horse”

Big Bo and the Arrows. Willie “Big Bo” Thomas, Jr. (tenor sax). Other musicians, potentially including organ, bass, drums, guitar, horns: unknown. Gay-Shel Records, 1962, Dallas, Tex. “Big Bo’s Iron Horse” 701A b/w “Hully Gully” 701B.


Saturday, September 10, 2022

THE EMBERS BURN HOT AS THEIR 1963 STOMPER “ALEXANDRIA” FUSES AVANT JUMPS WITH BLISTERING R&B.

 



what we know

“Alexandria” drives forward immediately: clapping, scratching, and thumping. The drums circle at about the one-minute mark, at which point, the saxophone madness begins in earnest. And does not cease. This 1963 “instro” grinds in all the best ways.

“How should I respond?” you might ask. Well, we advise you to jump. “How should I execute the jump?” you might ask. Squat down low, we suggest, and propel yourself into the air. Repeat. Vary the frequency and height as you see fit.

If you have a sweetie pie, you can wave hello on the way up, and on the way down. Do you have two sweetie pies? Well, you can wave to both on the way up, and both on the way down. Of course, they may have two sweetie pies themselves. You get the idea. Lots of sweetie pies. Lots of jumping. That’s not a bad worldview, now, is it?

Some may say “jazzy” and others may say “exotica” and still others may declare “northern soul.” Okay with us. We might add rock, R&B, and the “undisciplined blowing” of the soloist. (A compliment.) Thank the heavens for those saxophonists who blow mad jumps.


This may be the five core members of The Embers ca. 1962.

what we might know

A lot of bands called themselves The Embers, but this group likely hailed from Philadelphia. In addition to their work on Newtime, The (Philadelphia) Embers recorded on Newtown Records, also in Philly. The two labels were likely related.

As part of their output on Newtown, the group may have appeared as Ricky Dee and The Embers, a band that cut a few dance-pop sides in 1962. Their song “Work Out” will call to mind the 1962 Sam Cooke single “Twistin’ The Night Away.” Another ditty, “Tunnel of Love,” will recall the 1962 Nathaniel Mayer hit “Village of Love.”

The same group may have also appeared on the Sunset label as Pete Bennett and The Embers. This group cut two sides in 1961 — “Fever” and “Soft” — that were arranged by Bobby Martin, a Philadelphia-based producer. In fact, The Embers, if they are the same group across these three different labels, may have helped form a somewhat forgotten R&B sound pioneered by Mr. Martin in the Town of Brotherly Love.

As a “house band,” The Embers may have backed Patti LaBelle, who was associated with Newtime and Newtown. It is also possible that The Embers recorded on the New York City label, Wynne Records, in 1959. In all, they may have produced ten to twelve sides.


what we don’t know

We know very little, of course. “Alexandria” as in Egypt? We don’t know.




getting into the weeds: discography

The Embers featuring Geo. “Terror” Narr. “Burning Up The Airways.” Newtime 513A. Songwriting credit: A. Levinson, Rick Spain. b/w The Embers featuring Joe “Mack” Lackey. “Alexandria.” Newtime 513B. Songwriting credit: A. Levinson. Philadelphia, 1963.

[Comments: never underestimate the B-side. Ahem. “Rick Spain” represents the nom de plume of the songwriter / producer Richie Rome, born Richard V. Di Cicco. He apparently arranged the Inez & Charlie Foxx top-10 hit “Mockingbird” in the same year. Of “Burning Up The Airways,” we will note that it offers a mischievous and prowling score, with bari sax adding some gravity. We recommend it, too. As for “A. Levinson” — not too shabby, mate.]

The core band members may have been: Anthony Corona aka Bobby Arnell (tenor sax); Paul Longyhore (guitar); Tony Gasperetti (bass); Orlando Capriotti (organ); Rick Wise (Drums).


extended discography

Ricky Dee and The Embers. “Work Out (Part 1)” b/w “Work Out (Part 2.)” Newtown 5001. Philadelphia, 1962.

Ricky Dee and The Embers “Work Out” b/w “Tunnel of Love.” Newtown 5001. Philadelphia, 1962.

Pete Bennett and The Embers. “Fever” b/w “Soft.” Sunset 1002. Philadelphia, 1961.

The Embers. “Peter Gunn Cha Cha” b/w “Chinny-Chin Cha Cha.” Wynne W-101. New York, 1959.

Gloria Hudson with The Embers. “Hawaiian Cha Cha” b/w “I’m Glad For Your Sake.” Wynne W-104. New York, 1959.

sources of information

45cat entry for “Alexandria
45cat entry for Ricky Dee and The Embers (primary release)
45cat entry for Ricky Dee and The Embers (second release)
45cat entry for Pete Bennett and The Embers
45cat entry for The Embers on Wynne
Discogs entry for Gloria Hudson and The Embers
Billboard May 5, 1962
Billboard June 23, 1962
Billboard March 23, 1963
Wikipedia entry for Bobby Martin
Wikipedia entry for Richie Rome
Various blogs & speculation, etc. 


Thursday, July 28, 2022

CONFLICT RESOLUTION: THE BUCK STOPS HERE.

 


Two bucks demonstrating why they have antlers. Not wanting to see either of them get punctured, I applied some time-tested conflict resolution techniques. That is, I flattered them. (In my silly accent.) Told them they were a couple of good looking deer and why battle one another? By the way, I praise all the animals in my orbit. Tell them all they are good looking. This seems to work. They seem to perk up, do the beasts, when they hear a touch of the old flattery. By the end of the clip, these two blokes do appear to be a wee bit bewildered. They are, therefore, bewilder-beasts. Oi!


Friday, June 10, 2022

JOY ON FIRE RELEASES AN ALBUM -- STATES OF AMERICA -- THAT WILL THROTTLE YOU (AS IT SHOULD) WITH SOME HARD-CHARGING JAZZPUNK.


 
We don’t say “throttling” anymore, but if we do, we mean giving you a good, solid “rattling.” These songs have hands. They will reach out, through the streaming device, and “throttle” you. They will “rattle” you in your waistcoats & petticoats. Normally, we’d urge you to flee, but we believe that, after a good, solid throttling & rattling, you will want to play States of America again.


Click [here] to purchase States of America at Bandcamp

Click [here] for the Joy on fire website / more info 

Personnel: John Paul Carillo (bass, guitar, songwriting); Anna Meadors (sax, vocals, lyrics on “Dangerous Whimsy”); Dan Gutstein (vocals and lyrics; backup vocals and lyrics on “Dangerous Whimsy”); Chris Olsen (drums).

Some recent press:

Bob Boilen noted the band’s “fiery sound” when debuting “Thunderdome” and its video on NPR’s All Songs Considered.

American Pancake cited the jagged punk eruptions for song and video “Happy Holidays.”

Jammerzine described the Joy on Fire song and video “Selfies” as being “sonically decadent in all the right spots.”

Kendra Beltran posted a great interview with the group at ZO Magazine.

The video for “Uh Huh” has been an official selection, or better, at more than a dozen international film festivals, including Obskuur Ghent Film Festival, where it won.



Thanks for your support! Oi.