Thom Hartmann-This Week’s Podcast

Radio talk show host Thom Hartmann reaches 7 million people a week. We discuss the status of both the Republicans and the Democrats and investigate the state of talk radio today. Thom is erudite and insightful, prepare to be stimulated!

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Mailbag

From: Merel Bregante

Subject: Re: Fwd: Trilogy-Lovin’ Me/To Make A Woman Feel Wanted/Peace Of Mind

Hey Bob,

Thank you for your words regarding Loggins and Messina. Makes me happy to know that you enjoyed the music we made so damn long ago.

A couple quick notes.

Messina put the band together early 1971. We rehearsed daily for months, finally recording in November of that year. This was Jimmy’s way. Know the song well enough that improvisation could happen inside of TIGHT arrangements. As with all our recordings, when we cut Sittin’ In it was recorded basically live. Some solos. Some bg vocs. That was it. All our albums were cut with intense rehearsals prior to the studio.

Contrary to what some might say, this was purely/simply Jimmy’s band. We worked hard for basically nothing that first year. What we had was music that we KNEW was special – and – we had Jimmy’s promises that WHEN the band was successful, that we would ALL participate in the payoff for the work given. 50 years later, I still realize the truth of his promise.

In 2003 Jimmy brought the original band back together to rehearse and do two shows. This was done without Loggins. It was the last time my dear brother, Jon Clarke, would ever be on stage. It was the ‘best’ we’d ever sounded. We played. It was done.

BTW: though I enjoyed all the music, the specific songs you mention were my favorites as well. Your Mama Don’t Dance? Meh!!!

Be well,

Merel

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Subject: Re: Rod Stewart-1 Playlist

Bob

The first band I ever joined after leaving my high school band in San Diego was The Rod Stewart Band.

Playing any of the early solo songs as well as The Faces songs was an unimaginable treat for a kid in 1988. You Wear It Well and Maggie were two of my favorites so imagine my surprise when this surfing skateboarding lover of P- funk, Aerosmith and Iggy who thought country music was lame found out that Rod was attempting to make a country records when he wrote and Produced those songs….(Thats why they had a fiddle in there).

Weird to think that listeners of popular music back then could love those songs along with so many others that didn’t all sound like the same song. In grade school I would hear Maggie May on the same AM station and Up Side Down by Diana Ross

People often praise me for my work with Was (Not Was), Mick Jagger, Bill Laswell, Bootsy and George etc etc BUT give me tons of shit about Rod Stewart as if he was not credible.

I tell them all they are nuts cuz Rod Stewart made sports arenas feel like someone’s living room every night and those old songs broke the place down like a church. I owe him so much and love him like a big brother SO I’m so happy to see you rocking his catalog. Young artists need to study that music for real.

Stevie Salas

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Subject: Re: The Virtual Rapper

Bob,

The real story is where were the black executives at the table to check out the deal before it was made. As a former Capitol  SVP R&B Promotions & Marketing who is black, I know I would have said it’s offensive or not a good look for the company. I know other black former SVPs at Capitol or any other label who would have raised a flag, thus saving the company the embarrassment, if there is such a thing.

For me that’s the real story.

Always enjoy reading your material.

Best

David

David C Linton

Program Director

91.9FM WCLK

“Atlanta’s Jazz Station”

Atlanta , Ga. 30314

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From: Ralph Covert

Subject: Re: The Virtual Rapper

The labels specializing in “blowing things up from big to bigger” was my experience when I was signed to Universal/Disney. I had been with an indie that specialized in growth and marketing, and after experiencing major label love I would tell folks Disney specialized in “harvesting not developing.” In a way, it’s worse than you put it — they weren’t even really blowing anything up, they were just along for the ride if it happened to occur. (They were lovely people, and treated me well; I’m merely sharing their marketing in action.)

This story captures it perfectly for me. Shortly before they signed me the “High School Musical” phenomenon happened. You may remember that at the time that album shattered all the digital release records. Strategy? Hardly. Someone from Disney TV stopped by the floor where the label lived (complete with a giant painting of Mickey Mouse as the Mod with motorcycle from The Who’s “Quadraphenia” album cover by the elevator) and dropped off the master tape for the HSM album along with the release date. And there it lived, on his desk, under other papers. The TV show aired, HSM blew up, and all the teen girls wanted the music. (The only copy of which was still untouched on his desk.) The urgent phone call came in, he whipped out the artwork as fast as he could, and they released it digitally because it was the only thing they could do after the fact. And that, my friend, was their brilliant marketing plan, to turn on the spigots of money once the cash started flowing. 

I made my “Rhyming Circus” album for them, which I consider my finest Ralph’s World album (my Sgt. Peppers, you will), and it was released in 08 as the economy tanked. They had a 90 show big tent family tour booked, and it shut down after a half dozen shows, reconvening for the last weekend. They paid me (and I paid my band) for the full summer, but that was the start and end of that record. Ah, the rock n roll dream!

Keep doing what you do, it matters. 

Ralph

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From: Jim Griffin

Subject: Re: The Virtual Rapper

And this, Bob: No copyrights for AI or robots or non-human “creativity” – in the US, cannot survive the registration process at the USCO, but the UK says it’s OK as does China. Hell, the UK addresses the issue of “life plus” by assigning it 50 years of term. By treaty we extend reciprocity to other countries, so we have questions ahead of us, profound questions of law and policy.

 

I agree. Copyright is about incentives and machines cannot be incentivized by copyright or money … the US Constitution doesn’t support non-human copyright (remember the macaque selfie denied a US copyright). Will this change or is our course set?

 

Jim

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From: Dan Millen

Subject: Re: The Virtual Rapper

2 things here to respond to:

1. Most pop music is all harmonized and quantized and created by formula anyway. This we know and you’ve covered extensively so ho hum.

2. Regarding cashless – one of my venues is now fully cashless including at the door.

The bar is easy, but I always resisted the door because in the past credit card sales have always slowed entry to a crawl.

Now it’s tap to pay and it’s actually faster than making change, and keeps door staff from being tempted to skim.

I don’t as a promoter, ever hide cash sales at settlements, life is just too short for that and frankly, I didn’t come up in that era, the system was long in place by the time I got in the game.

But now with cashless, and ticketing technology everything runs through the ticketing system, settlements are a breeze.  

Generate a sales audit, plug the numbers into a spreadsheet, receipts if applicable are all digital, and payouts are all digital. Venmo, PayPal, zelle or if it’s a really large number, bank wire.

I resisted for a long time but the tech is caught up and reliable, and COVID made everyone ready for cashless.

Oh one more thing, if you got any juice at the major agencies tell them to start accepting PayPal or Venmo or even credit cards for deposits.

1975 called and wants its checks and bank wires back

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From: TS Bitterman

Subject: Re: Harry Styles At MSG

Security;

Like other workers at many US venues it’s a P/T occasional job without much training & no future.

I worked with an Artist doing a residency at London’s O2 and spent time with some of the security people ( we had a “B stage” and I always met with individuals working security to let them know that at a determined point in the show someone would be moving quickly by them from the stage to the house in the dark).

The question I ask in the US what do you do for a real job?

In the UK, that is the real job, it is a profession and they are trained in many aspects of crowd control including CPR and first aid 

( over here no, but many touring crews are)

I went to the concourse and watched the security welcome guests into the arena and direct them towards there seats, taking time for a quick chat and to present a positive experience.

I saw them working within the audience quelling issues and presenting a face to help, or discourage bad behavior.

…and at the end of night assist ( not yell) guests out and direct them towards the trains.

It’s a much different experience by design.

Cheers, TS

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From: Bob Davis

Subject: Re: Harry Styles At MSG

Can’t tell you how many times I waltzed past $10/hour Rent-a-cops at gigs without my laminate on.  It is a substantial number.

My favorite thing to do was leave my backstage office to go hang out with the FOH gang (sound engineer, LD, etc.) and go back to my office.  Was never stopped a single time.

I also refused to let security search my bag upon entry when I arrived in the morning.  That led to some funny standoffs.

Venue security is notoriously lame.

BD

Retired Tour Accountant

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Subject: RE: Dynamic Pricing

You’re right about acts scalping their own tickets. And it’s as old as the world’s oldest profession.

In my Pace days, working for the legendary Louie Messina, we opened the big indoor/outdoor venue in Camden NJ in 1995. We were advised by the late Steve Greenberg, our consultant,  to use local ticket brokers because “doctors and lawyers and stuff” weren’t standing in line at Blockbuster stores to buy tickets. And they didn’t care what they paid. It was more important for them to be seen than it was for the artist to be heard.

Pennsylvania law (it was essentially a Philly venue) restricted the resale of tickets for more than 10% of their face values in those days. The brokers could get around this by getting “tipped” on top of each transaction and the extra 10 points.

A major act who will go nameless…although there many of them…. went on sale sold out in a heartbeat. Philly, pound for pound, is the best live concert market in the country. Credit Larry Magid and WMMR Radio for that at least in a big part of that anyway. We gave the brokers allotments but they were not returnable the way old LPs were by the record stores. So they had some risk and they got hurt on shows that bombed.

One well known broker called me a week after the on sale of one sellout and said the Washington Post had tickets for our show on sale in little classified ads. 

“You’re holdin’ out on me,” he said.

I told him to buy the tickets from that Post ad and when he got them I’d pay him for them and we could track the locations from the holds once they were in his hands.

Yep, artist holds. 

The main beef by artists in those days was not that their fans were getting jobbed by the scalpers. It was because they weren’t in on it.

Now they can be with a legitimate claim that the market sets the price and why shouldn’t they reap the benefit.

I’m with the acts on this one.

Tom Rooney

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Subject: A new ticket selling model…

Bob, 

I’m a tour manager… a road dog. Lately, I’ve been working with Tommy James & The Shondells. We mainly do one-off’s and weekend warrior stuff. On Tuesday, we played the Oklahoma State Fair. That same night, Pearl Jam was at the Paycom Center in Oklahoma City. 

On our return flight to New York on Wednesday morning, there were at least a dozen people wearing Pearl Jam T-shirts on board; including the person seated next to me. 

No doubt most of your readers, myself included, have traveled long distances to see a favorite band at some point in our lives, but those were road trips with (or to visit) friends and share an experience. This was not that.

My seat mate explained that she had flown out to see the band because she couldn’t afford a ticket to see them at Madison Square Garden; at least not from good seats. It was cheaper by a couple of thousand dollars, total two days off of work, fly to OKC, book a hotel, bring her dog Maury along, take taxis, eat out and buy a great seat in OKC than to pay for a single ticket to MSG! What was most startling is that she was clearly not alone. As I said, there were at least a dozen others who had likely done the same thing. 

The implications of this are enormous. For one thing, it is an obvious indictment (albeit on a minuscule scale) of the current ticket selling model. On the other hand, it opens up new ways to sell tickets in secondary markets. The same promoter who brought us to the Fair, brought Pearl Jam to the Paycom Center. I can see potential partnerships with airlines and hotels to package great seats and a good hotel room; maybe even dining perks… effectively taking money from one major economy and relocating it to a tertiary market.

Well, I trust you can see why I thought of sharing this observation with you. I won’t take up any more of your time. Stay well and keep writing!

Rich Nesin

P.S. I should mention that this person had never been to Oklahoma before and picked it because she was able to get good seats for the show.

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Subject: Re: China

Absolutely love my new Kia EV6. I got the lowest model, the EV6 Light, without AWD and the larger range. The EV6 was built from the ground up as an EV, and is targeted squarely at the Tesla 3 market. I test drove both the EV6 and the Tesla and my decision was easy. The Kia feels like a luxury auto, while the Tesla felt like a cheaper version of their real car. I’ve got solar panels on my garage that feed my level 2 charger, so the only time I pay for fuel is when I’m on the road, and Kia gave me 1000 free hours of charging at Electrify America chargers. Since I can go from 20% to 80% in about 20 minutes, those 1000 hours will likely last me for as long as I own the car.

So I’m driving a very nice car and not paying for fuel. Why the hell are people so afraid to move away from fossil fuels?

Chris White

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Subject: Re: China

Correct.  We Americans are small minded.

I live in Shenzhen.  Clean. Very little graffiti.  I know of 3 Bentley dealerships.   All the buses are Electric.  The subway is electric.  The train is electric. 

The AQI is always excellent, better than LA.

Oh, that’s because they are oppressed commies!  This is not the USSR.

Every neighborhood has a high end mall.

Oh, the Covid Zero policy is wack, but no one is sick.

You should see the BYD cars here.  Stunning.

By the way, what does BYD stand for?

Build Your Dreams!  No joke

William

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Subject: RE: Mailbag-Cash/Pickleball/More

Our local Greek restaurant in Santa Clarita, which has takeout, had so many overnight break ins to grab cash out of the register that they did away with cash.  They only take credit cards and of course, Apple Pay.  No break ins after that because there is no cash to steal, the only “bread” they have is pita.

Philip A. Wasserman

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From: Jonathan Peirce

Subject: Re: Mailbag-Cash/Pickleball/More

Around 2015 my son (who attended a private school for kids with Autism) was learning how to count money. We had piles of change around, that he would pretend to use. I hadn’t carried cash for years and thought it was ridiculous, but whatever… about a month later I was at a meeting at this school, where a well known director of another big school for special needs was speaking, and one of the things he said was ‘how many teachers here are teaching their kids how to count change?’ After all the teachers raised their hands, he said “YOU’RE WASTING THEIR TIME. By the time they get out of this school, there will be no cash.” They all stopped teaching it the next day.

-I spend a good portion of the year living in Mexico: Cash is still used every day, it drives me crazy.

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Subject: Re: Mailbag-Cash/Pickleball/More

More re: cash. 

Saw a “just married” car driving through my town the other day. Note underneath nuptial announcement had a “Buy them a drink on their honeymoon” with Venmo handle. I laughed and sent them $10. 

No idea who these people are and never will. Nice novelty though.

Yannick Peary

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From: jemail

Subject: Re: LIV Golf

Phil Michelson is a prat. At the Yellowstone Club, which was created in Big Sky, Montana for families who loved to ski powder and morphed into another placeholder for rich jerks and Hollywood posers, Michelson was the first sign of the rot. Bill Gates was a member for a long time before and was pretty much ignored, which I think was fine with him. When Timberlake and Michelson joined they couldn’t resist showing off in Twenty Below, the kids club and diner under the main lodge. One occasion of many:  Michelson was the only adult playing dodgeball with kids aged about 7 -13 yet gleefully whipped the balls as hard as he could (he’s a large powerful man) even at close range When they naturally ganged up on him, and got him out quicker and quicker, each time he’d announce ‘jailbreak’ immediately and resume his position on the court to their boos and disdain. He didn’t care. He wanted to keep playing, despite plenty of bruises on the kids. Giant wanker and bad sport.

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Subject: Re: LIV Golf

Hi Bob, thanks for highlighting the LIV tour. Most of your readers don’t know the difference between the PGA Tour and the PGA of America. The PGA Tour is comprised of the guys you see on TV playing golf for money. The PGA of America is comprised of the men and women who conduct the business of golf on a community level, i.e. your local golf course. Most people don’t know the difference between the two organizations and even more don’t care. But for us PGA of America members, it does matter.  I don’t play golf for a living – I teach golf and operate a golf course – but if I did play for a living I wouldn’t go near that Saudi money. Those guys that took that blood money are forever beholden to the Saudi’s and for more than just playing in a LIV event.

You didn’t mention Greg Norman, who’s running point for the LIV tour. Among his many holdings, he also heads an apparel company. You won’t see his label in my golf shop anymore. Not that he needs the money.

Sean McGowan

Head PGA Professional

Quail Valley Golf Course

Banks, OR

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From: JH Tompkins

Subject: Re: The USC/L.A. Times Book

Bob, another great column, but of course not only am I your age and grew up on newspapers (my old man was a journalist and we got NYT, Herald Tribune, Newsday, and World Telegram everyday), I was a journalist before the fall of the alt-weeklies, the circuit where I worked. I teach journalism at the JC level and often have students who have never read a paper – it’s all social media of one sort or another – but there is a place for all of them out there. Still, there’s no way what NYT means to me translates to my students. A quick note on the Ivies’ secret society: I went to Princeton, and for reasons that have little to do with any qualifications other than have been accepted to the place, its opened all kinds of doors over the years. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually, even thought it’s been personally useful from time to time. I read Bad LA – and you’re right, it’s two stories, but even if part 2 is “inside baseball,” the struggle to discover and spread facts that undercut the lies and bullshit that pass for truth is absolutely essential. I don’t think that big city newspapers will have a resurgence – in print or online – but if we don’t find an avenue to educate – in schools, in neighborhoods and communities, on social media, and all the other pipelines for information – we are fucked. Period. People actually believe QAnon. Lastly, Lindsay Graham’s call to riot (that’s what it was, a page right out of the Trump playbook) shows how perilous the times are – not because Trump’s thievery is so godawful (we expect this from him after all), but because there are fascist shock troops – real live fascists, not just wanna-be soldiers wanting to look cool in redneck boroughs – itching for a chance to shoot people. 

Duck.

JH Tompkins

LA

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From: Jon Clancy Webster

Subject: 24 writers

Dear Bob

From afar I would like to stick my oar in.

The USA (like Iraq, Iran and Burundi and a couple of others) don’t pay Public performance royalties (radio play/bars at least) to master rights owners (record companies). The rest of the world does.

As such the dispute about 24 writers on a Beyonce track may seem a little mad.

There are rules that work out the distribution of master rights income on radio play in the rest of the world. It mostly goes labels, signed artists (featured artists) and session guys. This money can be substantial. The rules are arcane but in the UK mean that Rhianna being a Commonwealth citizen (Barbadian) gets paid as a performer every time one of her records gets played on UK radio and throughout the world (but not the USA). Over the years that’s a load of money –  7 or 8 figures in pounds. But American artists do not – that money goes straight to the UK labels concerned.

The original session player of say a drum beat in 1964 does gets paid. (see below)

So presumably the rules/conventions have also worked out that when a sample from a track is used on another track then ALL the writers on the original track get a publishing share depending on the original splits in the song whether they wrote the piece sampled or not. Hence 24 writers.

I was once told by a friend in Publishing that on the day or release of a worldwide smash back in the day there were two writers credited. Six months later that was fifteen as the artist couldn’t afford to pay the wardrobe person etc so gave them a piece of their publishing. More fool that artist.

The last piece of the jigsaw is that of much sampled drum beats etc. If a sixties drum fill gets used on a track then they should get paid performance income when a master is played on the radio with that sample in it. But what happens when a sample is of a sample which is of a sample? How can the splits be worked out? And who knows whether the sample was of the original track or of the track that sampled the original and was a copy?

Of these subjects lawsuits and lawyers get rich!

Best Regards in retirement and glad of it..

webbo

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Subject: Marcus King

Heard of him… have always meant to check him out… listened  to the pod…instant fan!  When he brought up the Tucker and Company thing… I literally let out a whoop in my car! His 2 albums he picked blew me away… I loved it…can’t recommend this enough!

Tom Clark

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Subject: Re: Jean-Luc Godard

Hi Bob,

Thanks for putting the phenomenal 60’s in context (once again) when pop culture moved at the speed of light (like a film projector) and to which global reactionary forces have been pushing back against ever since, desperately trying to maintain a status quo that is no longer relevant. I never met Godard but back in the 90’s my wife and I were getting on the Geneve – Paris train and as we settled into our seats my wife Françoise (who is a French actress) was visibly excited. “Don’t turn around,” she said. “But Jean-Luc Godard is on the train.” I casually walked back down the aisle and there he was, sitting by himself, reading a paperback policier (cheap French crime novels). He had on semi-dark glasses and a rumpled tweed jacket. I told my wife she should go up to him and introduce herself as she’s an actress. “I would never do that,” she said. “Why?” I asked. She looked at me like I was a moron. “Because he’s Godard!” she said. And it made perfect sense. 

From Paris,

Elliott Murphy

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From: stephanie zill

Subject: dumb question

Bob, you probably won’t have time to answer this and I’m sure it’s a dumb question, but why is Morgan Wallen ‘toxic’?  What did he do?  I never heard of him till I heard ‘Wasted on You’ on the radio, I think it’s a really good song, it’s so weird and minor chord-ish.  But what’s wrong with him to make the intelligentsia hate him?

It’s fine if you can’t answer, just thought I’d give it a shot, I figure it’s some inside-baseball type stuff cause I didn’t see anything online when I googled for him.

Thanks & I love reading  your column as always!

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Subject: Re: Lykkeland

Bob,

This Likkeland is Fantastic!

I’ve read you regularly since I first saw you  more than a decade ago as Keynote Speaker at Folk Alliance in 2012 administering a dose of what I’d euphemistically refer to as “tough love” to the thousands of assembled folk artists all aspiring to “make it” in the music world.  I was accompanying my then 13 year old daughter who’d recently uncovered her artistic gifts and was showcasing them for the first time. (I accompanied her on another 200K miles/400 gigs before she could fly on her own as the artist she is and will always be).

How could I ever have predicted that more than a decade later I’d be so excited to respond to your head’s up missive about a non-music related TV series which I clearly would have missed otherwise (largely due to the hoaky translation of the title).

You see I was a freshly minted Naval Architect employed by Mobil Research and Development Corp stateside who was “seconded” (assigned) to  Mobil Exploration Norway Inc. in early March of 1984 to support our marine field operations in the Statfjord Field out of the Stavager office.  I spent the most memorable three years of the 64  years I’ve so far logged to date living in Stavanger, (the first two as  a mid twenties single guy and the third with my future wife to be).

While my wife and I are only half way through enjoying the first season (still set in 1970) of the unfolding story, I can share with you and your readers that this NRK production is 100% authentic in it’s representation of Stavanger (none of this Hollywood practice of filming New England scenes in British Columbia to capitalize on some tax incentive!).  My office in the Crossed Fish Building on the key side, my apartment overlooking Breiavatnet, the pond in the center of town, all look the same as the day I left in December 1986!   And the municipal  representatives and industry captains of shipping and fishing referenced were all still players in the scene during the mid eighties.

I can’t thank you enough for highlighting this production as I would have missed it  for the reason you so often point out….too much content to sift through!

This one head’s up is worth all the Lefsetz Letter subscription fees I’ve paid this past decade.  (LOL!).

Keep doing what you’re doing “till you just can’t do it anymore.  There are many of us who absolutely look forward to your next post, to new thoughts you have to share, no matter where it veers from the current state of the music industry!

Pete Reardon

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From: Peter Burnside

Subject: Re: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

Checked with my kids and yea, Tik Tok is the new search engine.  As one said, if you google “wedding dresses” you get ads from dress stores showing size zero models.  If you do on Tik Tok, you get a bunch of people who look like us in dresses talking about where they got them and what sort of deal they go.

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From: Martin Media

Subject: Rushdie attack

Until now, it’s all been fun and games, not much more than talk show fodder. Nobody really got seriously hurt. Chris Rock, Dave Chappelle… but this is going to be a game-changer. The guy may lose and eye and his liver was stabbed with a knife any metal detector would have caught.

I’ve already been getting riders from comics (and bands) requiring metal detectors at the entrances and bodyguards all day and within feet of the stage or else they won’t agree to do the date. Another extra expense the promoter will have to bear, but unfortunately, the time has come. Look forward to hearing your comments on this one.

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Subject: RE: Summer Songs Playlist

Hi Bob,

An addendum to the list of Songs of Summer: The last song on the list is “Piece of My Heart” by Big Brother and the Holding Company, featuring Janis Joplin. That song was co-written by one of my early mentors, Jerry Ragovoy, a great record producer and songwriter. 

The original version of the song was recorded by Erma Franklin, Aretha’s sister, and produced by Jerry and Bert Berns. It was released in 1967 on the Shout label and did fairly well in the R and B market. I urge everyone to listen to this original, which to my ear is much, much better than Janis’s version.

Jerry told me the story of the session. He had assembled what was then one of the great studio bands in New York: Herb Lovelle on drums, Paul Griffin on piano, Eric Gale on guitar and Chuck Rainey on bass. However, for some reason, Rainey was late to the session, so they cut the tune with no bass. After they got the take, Rainey had still not arrived, so Eric Gale overdubbed the bass. I asked him about it later and he said that he played a borrowed bass using a thumb pick. That is the version you hear if you play it now.

Right from the outset, the band sets a slow, spidery groove, steady as a metronome and sitting back on the beat. The musicians are so together, so in the pocket, it seems they must have been rehearsing for weeks. This cool groove provides a sparse, open bed for Erma to tell her tale. Eric Gale does very little on guitar, providing rhythmic chunks on the back beat, while Paul Griffin takes the lead. The pianist combines a gospel feel, with unmistakable countryish, Floyd Cramer-style chordings. After the intro, Erma starts off sounding wounded and hurt, but by the pre-chorus, she gains in strength, showing us that indeed, a woman can be tough. Gale’s overdubbed bass part starts simple, but builds with the track, becoming very active in the chorus and adding to the excitement. A simple, effective horn arrangement and some great background vocals added in make this a true classic, sadly under-appreciated. 

Best,

John Boylan

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Subject: Re: Summer Songs Playlist

Hey Bob: 

Wow great list.  Almost every track has a memory.  In particular Tommy Roe and “Sweet Pea.”  Mom and dad borrowed a camper, the kind that sits atop a pickup, and we made our way to Colorado.  My brother and I would ride in the back (not even legal these days…seat belts, what seat belts?) and listen to the radio as we laid in that bunk bed with the window above the cab. What a perch to see the Rockies.  It was an old camper but it had an intercom so cab and camper top could communicate in case of emergencies.  Bad move. It somehow got stuck on “talk” during the ascent of the Top of the Rockies Scenic Byway and mom and dad heard endless choruses of “Sweet Pea” (different accents and laughter non-stop) and there was no way to tell us to stop until dad got to the the pass of some mountain. They were frazzled but I can still remember the laughter.  It was our last family trip together. 

Jon Erdahl 

3D MediaVentures

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Subject: Liona Boyd…ONJ

Hi Bob,

Not sure if you plan any newsletter re Olivia, but in case you do here goes. 

Olivia and I became close friends after finding ourselves neighbours when we lived in Paradise Cove, Malibu thirty years ago.

I talked to her quite recently and have been in touch with her husband, John Easterling who was caring for her around the clock in the hospital and at home in Santa Ynez. They had adored each other since the day they first met and they shared the deepest spiritual and romantic love I had ever witnessed. Yesterday I was devastated, but not really surprised, to receive a text from John saying she had finally passed. Part of me felt relieved for them both, but the tears would not stop.

Olivia had always been so generous and protective of me like an older sister…. inviting me to stay in her Jupiter house, playing folksongs together, sending me samples of John’s healing Amazon herbs, introducing me to some of her music business contacts, inviting me on Palm Beach shopping trips and offering to sing with me on my song, “Canadian Summer Dreams”. For my producer and I that was such an amazing and unforgettable experience.

I shall always miss her making me a “cuppa” tea, her lovely smile and gentle, loving spirit. The world has lost a treasured human being. Condolences to her daughter Chloe and to her husband John.

RIP dearest, brave Olivia.

Liona Boyd

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From: Eric Frankhouser

Subject: Re: HP Envy 6455e

Ok… So all Apple/Mac all the time… It’s just the way it is if you live your life on the road. PC’s are useless to me out here.

As a TM I rely heavily on iMessage… I don’t want to hear about Whatsapp… I don’t have the time or band with out here to deal with a third party app.

Sure – I get forced into using Whatsapp in Europe, but only for chats with the locals.  I still want our internal tour threads to be on iMessage.

iMessage works, and it works flawlessly across my iPhone, iPad, Apple Watch and Mac Book pro.  I can send files/pics to massive text chains and keep everyone moving in the same direction in a seamless fashion.

Truth? If all things are dead equal between a new hire… And one has an iPhone and one has an Android… I am going to hire the iPhone user…

Concerning printers: I rely heavily on Epson WorkForce series printers.  They do the heavy lifting for me on the road. They have proven to be able to take beating.  Printers in production boxes get loaded in and out of a truck everyday, get rattled around,  and get flown around the world… I can’t risk a printer dying on me…  My Epson’s have risen to the challenge.

Like every TM on the planet I also have a Canon TR-150 as my fly date/emergency printer, and it is perfect for the smaller stuff… But when I need to knock out a massive amount of set lists in a short time, the bigger Epson in my work box is the unquestioned go to…

I think printers for TM’s are like guitars for a musician… Whatever your main axe is, you don’t want to leave home without it.  Of course printers don’t improve and become “Vintage,” But they are a vital tool… Even with all of the digital communication tools we have at our disposal like Master Tour.

But… I am an old road dog.  When I started in the biz we were using pagers, and MCI calling cards.  We printed physical tour books for people!

It was a different world then… Not better or worse, just a different reality.

Cheers,

Eric

Eric Frankhouser – Tour Manager

Strict Angel Tour Management

“Tour Management, Logistics and Production since 1993”

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From: Tom Clark

Subject: Re: Trilogy-Lovin’ Me/To Make A Woman Feel Wanted/Peace Of Mind

I remember one of my first concerts… Loggins & Messina at Frost Amphitheater on the Stanford campus…early 70’s.

They open with Same Old Wine…very quiet… just a flute and Jim singing…after the first chorus it’s still quiet and the tune hits a spot where boom it goes electric… I’m not explaining this very well but when they hit the gas like that the song took off…

I’ll be 68 next Thursday… I’ve been to a ton of shows…and I can honestly say nothing for me has topped that moment…I get chills just thinking about it again…Mahalo for bringing this memory back Bob…

Tom Clark

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From: Damon Buxton

Subject: Re: Trilogy-Lovin’ Me/To Make A Woman Feel Wanted/Peace Of Mind

In 1973 a 15 year old me sang “Danny’s Song” to a girl and she fell in love with me. I taught myself to play the guitar by fingerpicking chord charts for Loggins & Messina’s music.

Jim is one of the best guitarists on the planet.

No other band has comforted or inspired me the way Loggins & Messina has. I credit them with making me a musician.

I agree that “Same Old Wine” is still relevant and among their best work.

Thanks Bob.

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From: Eric Altman

Subject: Re: Trilogy-Lovin’ Me/To Make A Woman Feel Wanted/Peace Of Mind

Hey Bob-

 “Same Old Wine” helped me look brilliant to a high school english teacher.  The A she gave me for encapsulating that season’s political circus was totally inspired by playing the #37th or 38th spinning of Sittin’ in its entirety.  The snap of the idea came while standing at the sink doing after-dinner dishes.  Two 25’ coiled headphone cables (resistance, what resistance?) and a pair of Koss headphones turned drudgery into my very own universe as always.

Drove home to Denver from the Boston area a couple of weeks ago, my full metal jacket badass wife doing her thing on her phone, computer, and MiFi beside me.  Headphones on yet again I heard the call to revisit Sittin’ In.  You sum up the album perfectly.  Went on to scan through Loggins & Messina and Full Sail for a while too.  Go back and listen to Pathway to Glory, it ain’t Same Old Wine but the musicianship and production…ahhhhhh.   As is now too frequent, I heard through a friend who was buddies with Larry Sims that that fine contributor passed not long ago.

Listened to you and Marcus yesterday.  Within minutes I thought “Holy shit Bob, you think he’s going to answer that? In testimony to himself he did, in testimony to you I knew he would.  Superb work Bob.

Thank You-

Eric

PS – Moonage Daydream…we’re seeing Jackson Browne thirteenth row at Red Rocks tomorrow night setting a new personal best for fucking ridiculous ticket expenditure.  I went the singer/songwriter route, Ziggy not so much back then.  Came to love bits and pieces of his work over the years and in curiosity and to pay homage we went last night.  Fantastic piece of work and I learned about an artist like I’ve never learned before…and it was hard work viewing.  I’m no fan of “experimental film” but what a pay-off.  I’m sure Mr. Bowie is smiling.

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From: wolfereeno

Subject: Re: Indian Matchmaking-Season 2

Re Indian Matchmaking.  I’ve been in Tech for 30 years and in the middle of the outsourcing revolution.  I’ve had many dozens of people on my teams based in India or in the US on VISA’s and the stories about their marriages are incredible.

Usually it starts with a young guy (sometimes a woman but not as often) in the US on a consulting project and has some chance of being hired full time by his client.  This in itself is an accomplishment as there is much competition to work for the right company, for the right client, and then to be the one chosen to work on-site in the west.  But once he’s grabbed a rung on the ladder, the parents back home get to work. Various details for how matchmaking work seems to vary by location – India is a huge place with many ethnicities and regional customs.  But the biggest lure on the hook after religious and cultural compatibility, is who he works for and what’s his title.  I’ve been asked more than once when hiring someone to bump up not their starting salary or bonus, but their title. One HR person told me they were contacted by a prospective hire’s parents for this very reason.

I can recall the first time one of my star programmers asked for a month off to go home to get married.  I said “Congratulations! Who’s the lucky girl?” to which he replied “I don’t know yet!” — which of course blew my clueless zero perspective mind.  Then he told me the process: The parents get together, sometimes with matchmakers, and put together a one page resume with a picture of the woman, sending maybe 2-3 finalists to the young man, and then plan for his visit where he’d have a date with each and be expected to make a choice.

Then there’d be an incredibly elaborate wedding, sometimes lasting days, involving Elephants, Transvestites (for good luck), and the couple spending a night together to make sure things “Work” with the inlaws next door.  Then the young man would return married and begin the paperwork of bringing his bride to her new country. That would take a few months and frequently coincided with her coming to the East Coast in time to experience snow for the first time.

I have to admit I often had a hard time suppressing judgement and would gently ask, “What about marrying for love?”  The response was always “Love will Come” – a strange bromide coming from a 25 year old.  But hey, I married my HS crush and it was a total disaster so who am I to question thousands of years of tradition.

Also knowing many of these families through several jobs and seeing them grow, I can’t recall a single marriage that failed. I’m sure it’s not that simple and there are many  risks for the spouse coming to a strange land.  But from my experience the inlaws usually visit often, sometimes to stay once kids arrive, and large Indian communities have evolved for more familiarity and support systems.

Anyway, I have to admit in my more recent dating experience I decided that lust at first sight was not the most reliable way to find a compatible match, so I went online and went on a date with the first woman who contacted me that seemed interesting. The end result?  I married a brilliant woman with an MD/PhD who’s funny, talented, and attractive.  If you get out of your own way, love comes…

B in NYC

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From: Richard Griffiths

Subject: Re: Mo Ostin

When I was running Epic backin the early/mid 90s I always knew that if we were competing against Mo to sign an act, we would lose! He was always  a complete charmer as well as brilliant music man.

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Subject: From Scott Borchetta: More Mo Ostin

Hey there,

I’ve been tied up with our Big Machine Music City Grand Prix or I would’ve replied sooner.

One of the biggest treasures of my career was working for Mo at DreamWorks… so many great memories…

In the spring of 1997, after being ‘relieved of my services’ from MCA Nashville, I was being hired by Mo to help launch DreamWorks Nashville.  My first meeting in the 3rd Ave building was very clearly laid out in advance – “Mo’s only got 30 minutes.”  I walk into his office and sat down and it was on…  He wanted to know about everything going on in Nashville.  But, somehow, he knew a lot of inside baseball gossip about Nashville, which I found fascinating. Two and a half hours later after telling me about signing Hendrix, Van Halen, etc, his assistant buzzed in and said, “Mo, Lenny’s been waiting…” Before I got up to leave I asked Mo if, by chance, he had a copy of “Mo’s Songs”… He buzzed his assistant and said, “please bring in a copy of Mo’s Songs for Scott…” He handed it to me… and I handed it back and asked if he’d sign and date it… which he gladly did…

At the time of that first meeting I was still bound by my former MCA/Universal contract… and in the fall of 1997 there was a huge industry lunch welcoming DreamWorks to Nashville… and everyone came in for it.  Mo, Lenny, Michael, all the Universal Distribution people (DreamWorks was distributed by UMG), press, other Nashville label heads, etc.  I was there but they couldn’t announce me because UMG was still being difficult with my contract release.

After lunch I saw Mo get up and walk directly over to UMG’s Zach Horowitz, who was the one holding up my deal, and said, “Zach, we need to get Scott’s deal done… immediately…”

About an hour after the lunch my phone rings and it’s Zach…

He said, “what’s the number?” I said, “Same as it’s always been”… of which Zach responded, “you’ll have a check tomorrow.”

Mo was beloved… but you also didn’t mess with him!

Long before I was in the biz, he was my idol… once in the biz, he was my hero… what I learned from him will always be with me.

Hope you’re well and hope to connect sooner than later.

Best,

Scott

Rod Stewart-1 Playlist

Spotify playlist: https://spoti.fi/3UDNTt2

1. Gasoline Alley

2. It’s All Over Now

3. Rolling Stones – It’s All Over Now

4. Valentinos with Bobby Womack – It’s All Over Now

5. Only a Hobo

6. Bob Dylan – Only a Hobo

7. My Way of Giving

8. Small Faces – My Way of Giving

9. Country Comfort

10: Elton John – Country Comfort

11. Cut Across Shorty

12: Eddie Cochran – Cut Across Shorty

13. You’re My Girl (I Don’t Want to Discuss It)

14. Rhinoceros – You’re My Girl

15. Little Richard – I Don’t Want to Discuss It

16. Street Fighting Man

17. Rolling Stones – Street Fighting Man

18. Man of Constant Sorrow 

19. Stanley Brothers – I’m a Man of Constant Sorrow

20. Bob Dylan – Man of Constant Sorrow

21. Soggy Bottom Boys/Dan Tyminski – I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow

22. Handbags & Gladrags

23. Chris Farlowe-Handbags and Gladrags

24. An Old Raincoat Won’t Ever Let You Down

Morgan Wallen At Crypto.com

1

That’s rock and roll.

It was my first show back. I was on the fence, especially after Harold said he wouldn’t go, you see I’ve been soliciting opinions and consensus is if you’re a thinking person over the age of 60 you should refrain from going to a show indoors. And I was on that tip until I talked to my shrink, who doesn’t talk, even though he’s fully capable of doing so. I’m telling my story, about writing, how I live my life, and when the session was over it occurred to me I had to go to the show, for my mental health. He wouldn’t tell me what to do no matter what, but verbalizing my story made it all clear, that’s why you go to therapy.

Not that I wasn’t anxious. If for no other reason I’d be wearing a mask. Which I did, and I was the only person in the arena who was, other than some of the ushers. But no one gave me a hard time. And I’ve got to tell you, as great as the experience of going to the show was, just being out, there, hanging with the people, was even better. You need people, interaction to live.

I was met by Ebie McFarland, Morgan’s PR person. Who represents the creme de la creme of Nashville musicians. She was anything but in-your-face, I was more interested in her story than Morgan’s, how she came from a small town, went to Vanderbilt and worked her way up the food chain to her own company. Darius Rucker left the old company with her and she was on her way.

And then there was Seth England, the manager, who made his bones with Florida Georgia Line. He looked more like a northeast college graduate than a down home Tennessean. This was not your father’s country.

As for Greg Thompson… He’s the only link to what once was, we’ve known each other for decades. He survived the promo wars and ended up in a better place at Big Loud.

As for the agent… I could look up his name, I can’t remember it off the top of my head, you see it’s the first time I met him. That’s one thing that impressed me, this was a new generation. Not the usual suspects, not whatsoever. This young guy had his own agency, he was doing it himself, just like Big Loud, only Morgan is attached to a major label.

And then Morgan walked down the hall. They made a big point he wanted to meet me. Who knows, but these situations are always uncomfortable, I mean what do you say? There’s never enough time to go deep, it’s mostly hit and run, a pressing of the flesh, but not this time.

First and foremost, when he was introduced I thought to myself THIS IS THE GUY? I mean we’ve all seen the photos, I expected some large guy, not quite Trace Adkins size, but Morgan is a small wiry guy, more akin to someone you went to high school with than someone inhabiting a different atmosphere. I mean this is the guy the entire country is mad at? I’m not apologizing for him using the “N-word,” I can see how Black people might not be able to get over it, but if you think Morgan is some evil redneck you’d be wrong. First and foremost he’s smart. And believe me, not all of them are. Many can only do this one thing, write and play music, they’re savants, they can barely talk.

And talk we did. I didn’t want to push it but when he wasn’t shuffling off…

Was it true he didn’t go to his first concert until he was 21? To see Eric Church?

Yes. He grew up with violin lessons, at his own insistence. And piano lessons. He can read music, although he’s a bit rusty.

He got bored at school so his mother home-schooled him. He got an offer of a gospel recording contract when he was barely conscious, but his mother said no, she wanted him to have a childhood.

And he lived to play baseball, but when he got hurt, he started to focus on music. Not that he planned to be a star, his mother entered him in “The Voice,” he went along with it, had some success, got blown out, and then…

This was the opposite of the usual story. Someone who knew they wanted to be famous as a musician from a very young age and then was groomed for trajectory, cutting endless demos, getting in front of bigwigs, trying to get them to sign them and press the button.

Actually, Seth got in touch with Morgan on a tip. It’s not like there was a bidding war. He heard Morgan sing, and then put him in a writing session and the feedback was top-notch and the journey down the road began.

2

Now “Dangerous” is kind of quiet. It’s not bombastic. As for its thirty tracks… Morgan’s still in that phase where he’s bursting with things to say, and even though Seth told me that the rappers’ endless albums wasn’t really an influence, Morgan said it was. The path had been paved, why not go down it? There’d been nothing else to do during lockdown other than write, so why not go with it. Who knew the double album would be the biggest hit of the past two years, residing in the Top Ten for all these months. Drake, the usual suspects, came and went, but Morgan remained. Some might say it’s the yahoos keeping it there, but those “Let’s Go Brandon” cuts went up the chart and immediately fell, you can only sustain when you’ve got the songs, and that’s the secret sauce of “Dangerous,” the songs. Be northern blue elitist all you want, but if you checked out “Dangerous” you’d realize this. It’s basic, it all begins with the songs, the production just serves them. There’s melody, there’s changes. This is a return to what once was and always is, no wonder it was embraced by the public, not only do the songs resonate, YOU CAN SING THEM!

And I knew something was up when the warm-up music just before Morgan took the stage was Foghat and Zeppelin, then again the levee breaks down south.

And it’s a rock presentation. Endless guitars, four and sometimes with Morgan you got five. It’s Nashville keeping Fender and Gibson alive. Watching the show it was palpable, the center of real music has shifted to Nashville. It used to just be country, but when the popsters shifted to beats and the studio sessions dried up all the real players moved to Tennessee, it’s a hotbed of creativity. The label epicenter may be Los Angeles, but Nashville is no longer a backwater, it just might be the main stream.

So what’s it like to have the biggest album of the past two years?

EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR SONGS!

I haven’t seen this since Taylor Swift. Then again, back when she was appealing to youngsters and there was a ton of production. That’s not what Morgan Wallen is selling. Ultimately there’s some cool screens, but the focus is first and foremost on the music. AND IT’S HEAVY!

If you listen to “Dangerous,” you’d expect a relatively quiet show, not something in-your-face, you know, where the singer occasionally takes a seat while they’re playing their acoustic guitar. That was not this.

So the audience…

L.A. is not a country town. However as you go east, towards San Bernardino, it is. I’ve been to country shows at the Crypt, when it was still Staples, it’s a different audience. People you don’t see at rock and pop shows, but not last night…

First and foremost, there were WOMEN! Two-thirds of the audience. You men hanging with your brethren complaining you can’t get laid are missing the point. First and foremost you have to go where the girls are, and they were in force last night. Short ones, tall ones, big ones, small ones. Because when you’re at the show, caught up in the music, the music makes you feel like a star, looks fade away, everybody becomes attractive when they’re singing along. AND THEY WERE!

And the guys who brought their girls because they wanted to go…they knew all the words too. I didn’t see a single person staring at their phone, they were all standing, grooving to the music.

Now it used to be different. Many concertgoers went to hear the hits, that was all they knew, people in attendance might not even own the album. But with streaming everything is available and if you’re interested…

And to know all these songs by heart… I realized these were not grazers, switching from hit to hit on the parade, rather they’d gone deep, they’d been hooked, it takes a lot of time and effort to know songs inside and out, you can’t sing them after hearing them once. Not after ten times even. And like I said, “Dangerous” has thirty songs!

Never mind some newly released numbers and what came before.

3

Not that every number was an assault. After opening with “Up Down,” off Morgan’s 2018 album “If I Know Me,” recorded with Florida Georgia Line and the title song of “Dangerous,” you heard that country road picking, you know with the windows down driving down the highway feeling like a million bucks, that’s what the beginning of “Still Goin Down” sounds like.

“The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops

Product of some kneelin’ down

In a town where the doors don’t lock

And there’s a million other people like me

From a scene a little more podunk than pop

I didn’t choose being born in the sticks

And I’ll be damned if I sound like something I ain’t

For some folks a back road gets old

But for me, it just can’t”

This is autobiographical. His father is a preacher. You can’t choose where you’re born, why begrudge someone their background, the way they talk?

Another song that starts quietly, although not that quietly last night, is “Silverado for Sale,” which is nowhere near as hokey as the title might imply.

“Never thought I’d be calling you up today

Taking out an ad for this Chevrolet

But there’s a ring in the window just down the street

I wanna marry her, she wants to marry me

Money’s kinda tight but love don’t care

Me and this truck been everywhere”

But it’s the anthemic chorus that brings the song home. And I’m not going to quote it because you’ll think it’s just a truck song, but it’s not. First and foremost, it’s not solely hedonistic, at times it’s wistful. And naming the truck a Silverado roots you, you envision something big and rusted, something you get as a hand-me-down, but it gets you where you want to go. And if you listen to the record…close your eyes and you can see the girls swaying back and forth singing along last night.

The absolute highlight of the show was when Morgan sat alone at the keyboard and played and sang “Sand in My Boots”: 

“Yeah but now I’m dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado

Like a heart-broke desperado, headed right back to my roots

Somethin’ bout the way she kissed me tells me she’d love Eastern Tennessee

Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots”

What you don’t get if you don’t know the song is it too not only has a Silverado, but an anthemic chorus.

And I’m not going to mention each and every number, but it stunned me that unlike most new acts, Morgan Wallen does not have a dearth of material, he didn’t have to whip out a classic to fill out the set, if anything you were disappointed he didn’t play more of the songs from “Dangerous.”

But still I want to focus on a few more numbers.

“I found myself in this bar

Making mistakes and making new friends

I was growing up and nothing made sense

Buzzing all night like neon in the dark

I found myself in this…”

We’ve all been there, taking it fast, not slow, having a great, convivial time and finding out too late we’ve pushed it past the limit, it’s part of growing up.

The title of “More Than My Hometown” might sound a bit clichéd, but this is pure Morgan Wallen, irrelevant of the lyrics, the changes are so damn good and the chorus so damn catchy that you just can’t resist. And still…

“Girl our mamas are best friends and so are we

The whole town’s rooting for us like the home team

Most likely to settle down

Plant a few roots real deep and let ’em grow

But we can’t stop this real world from spinnin’ us

Your bright lights called, I don’t blame you for pickin’ up

Your big dream bags are all packed up and ready to go

But I just need you to know

That I love you more than a California sunset

More than a beer when you ain’t twenty-one yet

More than a Sunday morning Lord

Turnin’ some poor lost souls ’round, and hallelujah bound

Yeah I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook

When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book

But baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down

‘Cause I can’t love you more than my hometown”

Some can’t resist the bright lights and the big city, others just can’t move on, they need to stay where their roots are.

And I must mention “The Way I Talk”:

“It’s got a touch of the town where I grew up

Something in it them California girls love

Some people like to make a little fun of

The way I talk

It gets slower after three or four cold beers

And gets louder when I’m cheering on the Volunteers

Folks know I’m country when they hear

The way I talk”

This is the essence. If it weren’t for the way Morgan Wallen talks and sings last night would have been a rock show that all those people who pooh-pooh him would have loved. I’m not talking to the punks, not the jam band audience, but you know who you are, someone who might love those genres, but also knows the joy of a concise song you can sing along to at the top of your lungs, like so many of those classic rock hits of yore.

4

So I’m looking around the Crypt, and I can’t see anybody’s politics. I don’t agree we can’t hate people on the other side of the political fence, because if you hear from them like I do it’s hard not to. But at the end of the day we’re just people, we’ve got more in common than we don’t, we can get along with just about anybody with very little effort, and the music is the one thing that brings us together.

It’s not like there was a sign saying to leave your beliefs at the gate, it’s just last night they didn’t matter, and if you think it was populated solely by those on the red side of the divide, you were not there.

As for being there…

This is the power of a hit song, you can be nobody from nowhere with no CV whatsoever, but you still might write a hit song that brings thousands, millions, together. You’re more powerful than any businessman, any politician, this is the power of music. It infects people in their souls. It’s why we need shows. Records are good, but we need to see these acts live, to hear their music come alive and breathe. I’m not talking about the hard drive extravaganzas with their dance steps, the music should be able to stand alone. And it did last night.

And I’m standing there throwing my arms in the air, smiling that I’m right back where I belong. Sometimes you wonder if it’s passed you by, if you’ve changed, and then you’re smacked in the face and reminded that it’s the same as it ever was, and so are you.

There are those who grew up. Who sold out. Care what the WSJ says to wear. But you can’t bring your fancy car to the gig, your bank account doesn’t show, we’re all essentially naked, in thrall to the music, it brings us together and levels all of us to the same set point at the same time.

I mean outside the Crypt there’s a pecking order, but inside there was none.

You get to choose who you want to be. And I think of how much I gave up to get where I am now. Don’t own any real estate. Don’t have any children. But when I entered the Crypt people knew who I was.

Backstage.

But inside the bowl I was completely anonymous. It was just me and nearly twenty thousand listening to the music.

That’s another thing, Morgan sold out the Crypt’s upper deck, which is almost impossible to do, you need an oxygen mask up there, above the three levels of skyboxes. But the people up there were the lit up their phones en masse, they were standing and singing too, they just had to be there.

Being home is better than it ever was, the world is at your fingertips on your devices, you’ve got the flat screen, but the peaks just don’t equal those outside. It’s a risk. Especially in L.A. Public transportation is so inadequate almost nobody uses it. Traffic is hell. But when you’re standing there in the dark with your brethren listening to the music…

It’s everything.

Makes me throw off my mental chains, I’m still gonna wear my mask, I’m still uptight about restaurants, but I’m gonna go to shows, for the soul.

But not just any show. It matters who is on stage. Some people are just a cut above. They’ve got it in their fingertips, I mean backstage Morgan Wallen was a relatively quiet guy, no different from you and me, but on stage…

He was someone different. You’d think he’d be self-conscious, still wet behind the ears. But he was comfortable, delivering for an audience hanging on every note, every word.

And it just was every note and word. He was wearing the same clothes he was backstage. It was a throwback to what once was, something we thought we lost in the Kardashianization of music, where it’s all surface and selling out in pursuit of cash and lifestyle.

But last night we got back to the garden. We’re still stardust, we’re still golden, and just like Joni Mitchell urged us fifty years ago, we’ve finally returned. A new generation is carrying the torch. Just when you think it’s over, done, they pull you back in, but you don’t have to be in the Mafia, you don’t have to give anything up, you don’t have to do anything but come to the show to fix all your problems.

For the evening anyway.