Mailbag

RE: FAVORITE STONES SONG

This week …” waiting on a friend ” . Best from BC , o

Andrew Loog Oldham

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Moonlight Mile!

Nancy Wilson

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Gotta put in Can’t You Hear Me Knockin  and Tumblin Dice.

Great tracks that represent some of the best the Stones put out. IMHO.

Tom Johnston

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I’d find space for “Tumbling Dice” and “Before They Make Me Run”, but then there are tons of songs from pre ’68 I’m probably missing as well. And come to think of it, how can “Street Fighting Man” not make this list?

Berton Averre

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Can’t you hear me knocking…

Michael Des Barrres

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no Sympathy for the Devil?

Jeff Lorber

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Paul Christie bass player in Sydney AUS. I have to say we are on the same page with The Stones set list, excellent!

 

PS: I had Joe Walsh in my band in AUS in 1984, we were aptly named ‘The Party Boys’ he stayed for a year, we made a live album & he went back to LA in good form in late ’84 & Eagles got rolling again.

 

Stevie Ray also agreed to join The Party Boys but sadly got on that chopper after the gig in the snow, broke my heart.

 

All the best for now, Paul

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WILD HORSES

Joe Walsh

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Who in the hell likes ‘Saint of me’!

Greg Haledjian from NJ

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Glad to see “Saint of Me” on here!  One of their best later era songs that few people know.

Mark Brut
Denver, CO

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SAINT OF ME !!!

Glad to see it — probably the best ignored or celebrated Rolling Stones song ever!

Tom Werman

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MORE GIANT/DANN HUFF

Charlie Minor was promoting Giant. He worked them every way he could and was willing to do anything if I would recommend them. He did the same for other influencers.  Then,  I was at Lee Abrams at his house and he was writing a report for the record company about what the band needed to do to break through. We cranked the stereo and listened for that elusive hit that was sometimes buried in the middle of side 2. For a band that got so much passionate support from the label, I was surprised they didn’t get more traction, at least for a while. But as Album Rock playlists tightened, they were never going to get that shot.

John Parikhal

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I worked for many years with Dann. He produced  hits for me and my co-writers.  We also did one co production project together.

Not only is he a huge talent but he’s also a gentleman and someone who helped Nashville move beyond the good ole boys network.

Annie Roboff

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Very close with Bud Prager who asked me to see his new band at the Roxy.  I got there early and there was this young kid by himself on stage doing comedy. I went back stage and signed him.   Pauly Shore before MTV
Jerry greenberg

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When I was a young kid (10-11 years old) I had a band that was managed by Bud Prager.  Bud got us signed and thought of Dann to produce and write a few songs.  This was in 1992 right when Giant’s album Time to Burn was released.  It was a mind blowing experience to say the least.  But what I remember more than anything from those sessions was Dann’s kindness and patience.  I remember hugging Dann and crying when the final session ended-working with him was an experience that changed my life. Thanks for bringing him up.

Dan Monti

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RE: BORDER

Hey Bob,

Just an FYI, Mads Mikkelsen wasn’t the Russian President in House Of Cards, Lars Mikkelsen, his brother was, who coincidentally was in something you recommended that was very very good called Ride Upon The Storm.

Have a good day.
Devoted reader,
Dave Hamilton,
Philadelphia, PA

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RE: FEE WAYBILL

Hello Bob,

Thank you.

I just finished listening to your podcast with Fee Waybill.

Like you, I am a big fan of the Tubes.  I was fortunate to see them the first time  when I was a student at Sonoma State in the way early ’70’s. Their original second drummer, Bob, was still in the group. I had no idea what I was in for. I never experienced such a combination of incredible musicianship and humor  in a band.  Another memorable show was at a club called the Lion’s Share in San Rafael where they played two sets with a one hour intermission in which they  screened Pink Flamingos.  They are the only band that I continue to follow.  Even at $6.00 a gallon I plan to make the schlep in June from Santa Monica to Agoura to catch their current show.

Thanks again,

Steve Ades

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From: Pstupar

I so enjoyed hearing Fee discussing the history of the Tubes. I arrived in SF from Washington DC in the fall of 1973. The first show I attended was the Pointer Sisters performing a week of shows at the Boarding House. I went to see what the fuss was about. The Tubes were the opening act. I had never witnessed such a performance. I went back again & again & took my Nikon. In 1975 I was hired at A&M records which thrilled me even more. I don’t think I missed a Tubes show for years. People don’t realize how big they were in SF. 20-30 shows a month in some clubs. I went to them all. For a while, they might have been the best rock & roll band in the world. Never a bad performance. There are so many great stories here that it’s a shame Fee didn’t have time to discuss them. Michael Cotton is the historian for this band. He put together a massive documentary years ago with concert footage that everyone wants to see. Unfortunately, it will take a music lawyer to get the clearance that is needed. That may never happen for financial reasons. A shame. But Michael Cotton did produce a wonderful picture book just for the fans. The Tubes Live 1973-1979. Only available on Blurb.com as far as I know but a wonderful souvenir if you were there.   Peter Stupar     ps…you can hear Rock & Roll Hospital on a live radio broadcast from KLRB recorded back in the day.

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RE: TIM CONSIDINE

Nice (if gloomy) obit. Being English, I had  no idea who Tim Considine was until today. But I had to laugh at your description of your mother being a great “thrower awayer.” Mine was too. Many’s the time I would come home from school looking for a favorite toy, say maybe a matchbox car, only to be told “Oh that, I gave it to the neighbor’s kid”. We were poor, but apparently they were poorer than us. Her “piece de resistance” however, came with the comic book incident. We had an old coal fire which you had to rake the ashes out of, wrap in newspaper and throw away. One day she couldn’t find any newspaper, so used one of my comic books. Amazing Spider Man. #1. Yep. In perfect condition today, worth around $300k. You have to laugh….

Mark Hudson

(Note-my mother threw out all my baseball cards.)

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Thanks for mentioning the passing of Tim Considine.

Tim did have a bit part in the movie Patton.  He was the shell shocked guy sitting in the hospital tent that George C. Scott called a coward and smacked with his gloves.

I prefer to remember him as Spin or as Mike.

Cheers!

Gene Bonos

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Bummer about Tim Considine. I remember his as you do, in Spin and Marty and My Three Sons. I thought he was cool. A decade older than me, a teenager when I was an adolescent.

I’m surprised you didn’t mention what I consider to be his most significant achievement, for my life at least… he shot the photo of Joni Mitchell used on the cover of Blue, one of the greatest albums of all time.

Gary Burden, who designed the cover, printed it using a Ferro cyanotype process that produces blue prints, and increased the contrast to made it look stark, edgy, and frankly rather muddy. The original is a drop dead beauty, soft and sensuous, languid and startlingly beautiful. And somehow sans the microphone that’s in the cover shot. Was the mic added for the cover, or removed the “original” version? Gary Burden is gone, but I’ll bet Henry Diltz knows.

I found this out three or four years ago in a boredom induced  internet deep dive, and saw then that the picture was available from Tim’s own website for $400. I snoozed, and ultimately, losed. A few months ago, I looked again, and it was gone. The website was down, and there was no referent to purchase the print anywhere. Bummer!

So until I find one, I hang onto my little jpeg from the web. It’s a real beauty. And I’ll keep looking for it out there somewhere.

RIP Tim Considine. After all you did that was prominent and cool, thanks for that one image that is burned permanently in my mind.

Dan Navarro

P.S. Found this just after I hit send, from Tim Wilson and his Sounds of ’71 Tumblr blog.

https://www.tumblr.com/soundsof71/158524933545/joni-mitchell-blue-the-original-cover-photo-by

He mentioned that, though Blue is from 1971, the photo is from 1968 (while My Three Sons was still on the air), taken at the Troubadour in Los Angeles.

The microphone was in the original, and was removed later by Tim. A direct quote, from the horse’s mouth…

“It was indeed a black & white photograph originally, shot with an experimental instrument film rated at the then unheard of ASA (ISO) of 6000. And, yes, it had the microphone in it. The truth is, I hated the way it was rendered on the cover, an artistic decision by the art director, who processed it as a daguerreotype, thereby, in my opinion, heightening the contrast enough to remove all the softness and subtlety of the original image. So I made my own versions, both with and without mike for prints that are sold to collectors around the world. The version on this site is without the mike, but one with the mike included is requested just as often.”

Now I know. Man, I love that shot.

x
dn

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RE: THE STATE OF THE UNION

Hi Bob,

You’ve hit lots of nails on the head; I wish I could say you are being pessimistic about the body politic, but alas…

Here’s the quick aside that neatly described my own experience of moving from a CT suburb (Meriden) to Middlebury:

“I mean I grew up in a suburb, only fifty miles from New York City, but until I went to college I had no idea what was going on in the rest of the country, despite watching television and reading the news. I’d never been around people SO RICH! You think you want a seat at the table, but you can’t get and keep one until you know where these people are coming from, how to behave around them.”

These people were a different species.  I had no idea, having picked Middlebury out of the Lovejoy college guide.  The first day I was waiting in line to get sheets (from Foleys, if I recall this insignificant detail correctly) and the pleasant guy behind me introduced himself: “Hi, I’m Court.”  Court?  I had never heard of such a name.

Anyway, it’s always a provocative pleasure to read you.

Best,

John Hyman

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RE: GARY BROOKER

Hi Bob-

As a young teen, I taught myself  to play piano by figuring out “Whiter Shade Of Pale”

Fast forward a number of years and I’m writing songs with Keith Reid which leads to my role as Producer/Engineer/Musician (and co writer on a bunch of the songs) for  Procol Harum’s “The Prodigal Stranger”. Then Keith brings me in to write and play on Robin’s “In The Line Of Fire”. Both projects were an amazing experience with some of the best musicians I have ever worked with…and what a thrill it was to hear Gary sing!

As you mentioned, both albums were sadly overlooked at the time. But it was really nice to get a shout out from you…made my day.

Best-

Matt Noble

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I got to see Procol Harum perform live twice. Both times with the Edmonton Symphony. Back in 1971 I was the Assistant Manager of the Orchestra and at the time we were looking for a follow-up to a pair of wildly successful Sold-Out performances with the Canadian band “Lighthouse”  Our first with a rock group.

Although it seemed an impossible dream, Procol Harum was on the-follow-up list from the get-go. That summer the band announced a tour of Canada which included a stop in Edmonton. Through intermediaries, a meeting was set-up and on a sunny day in mid-August I showed-up at a hotel for a meeting with Gary and the band’s then manager, Derek Sutton to discuss the possibility.

It was a warm, friendly and productive meeting. In the spirit of a Judy Garland/Mickey Rooney movie (“Hey! I’ve got a barn. You’ve got a band. Let’s put on a show!”) I headed back to the office knowing that the Procol Harum would be returning to Edmonton in November to perform a show. A sign of very different times. Three guys in a room. A done deal. Let’s put on a show!

We moved forward full sail until about three weeks before the concert when we got an unexpected call from Derek. The band had decided to record the concert. Additional logistical and contractual provisions were on the table. They were accomplished with time-to-spare and without superfluous drama. Three weeks. Different times. For sure.

Now along with an additional AFM agreement, the legendary Wally Heider was involved in the process. He tore-down his Hollywood-based mobile recording truck, packed the equipment into Anvil cases, and shipped it all up to Edmonton. The Green Room was now a control room. Cables everywhere. Wally showed-up to personally engineer the recording.

It was a whirlwind. No question. When I met the band at the airport, Gary and his wife were carrying orchestral parts that he had been fine-tuning and finalizing and she had been copying on the plane. The ink was still wet. Literally! But they weren’t smudged and they worked.

The whole endeavor was a marvel of collaboration. The initial mutual wariness on both sides (orchestra and band) dissipated within minutes of the first down-beat at the first rehearsal and the resulting concert was a resounding success. We have a recording to prove it.

The concert had it’s moments.

The concert opened with “Conquistador”. A few songs in, after the live surround-sound recorded bird “tweets” and quiet opening of “Salty Dog”, in the room the Tom Tom hits from the incomparable BJ Wilson were heart-stopping. They are on the recording. Throughout the recording, throughout his career(!), BJ didn’t just play beats. He played licks. There wasn’t another drummer like him.

In a moment of quiet reflection early in the performances of “In Held Twas In I”  (3:37 on the recording) Keith Reid emerged from the shadows to a side-stage mic to recite words that he had written. His first  (and up to that point, only!) live appearance with the band.

Much to the disappointment of everyone in attendance, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was not(!) on the Set List. As brilliant and iconic as the song is, four years after it’s release Gary was determined NOT to be known as a “one hit wonder” so the song wasn’t played. Maybe a good (temporary) call. The “Conquistador” recording from the concert was a “hit”.

There was enough time left on the clock (and the musicians’ contract provisions) for “encores”. The audience was treated to a second take of “Conquistador” (the planned a single release) and another full performance of the daring and complex “In Held Twas In I”

The orchestra’s then Music Director, British conductor Lawrence Leonard, was worried about his “serious music cred” and agreed to conduct the concert under the strict condition that he would not be credited, mentioned in the press or in any promotions for the album. A decision he later actually came to regret.

In 2010 I flew back to Edmonton for two Sold Out performances (willingly conducted by the orchestra’s Music Director, William Eddins) celebrating the almost 40th Anniversary of the first landmark concert. The band was new. BJ was gone and the others were not there. The arrangements were reworked and extended and some additional songs were added. Gary was in phenomenal form. He sang and performed his work as powerfully and compellingly and committed has he had the first time around.

Dave Ball, who played guitar at the original concert (the youngest member of the group at the time) was also in the anniversary audience. He planned the stop-over on a trip between the UK and New Zealand/ A real reunion. Dave has unfortunately passed as well.

And yes, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was performed. With an unexpected and astonishingly effective mid-song minor key modulation that took it into a new musical territory.\

Gary did know what he was was doing. He does, and will indeed, Shine On Brightly.

Bob Hunka

Stones Favorites Playlist

https://spoti.fi/3Mt2nYy

Route 66

Tell Me

Around and Around

The Last Time

Under My Thumb

Ruby Tuesday

2000 Light Years From Home

The Citadel

Parachute Woman

Stray Cat Blues

Salt of the Earth

Gimmie Shelter

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

Sister Morphine

Soul Survivor

Casino Boogie

Loving Cup

Ventilator Blues

Let It Loose

Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

Time Waits For No One

Hand of Fate

Memory Motel

Beast of Burden

Mixed Emotions

Hearts For Sale

Slipping Away

Love is Strong

Saint of Me

Crying In H Mart

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Why are the best music memoirs always written by women?

I was overhyped. Album and book launched in the same window. Seemed more about marketing than content. And you know how the media is, they’ll bite at any story. Well, not any, but if you’ve got a powerhouse publicity team behind you, with relationships, as well as a company with the means to push the button, you can get articles in traditional media without much effort. How many of these projects go on to success? Astonishingly few, undercutting the credibility of said media outlets. They are content factories expending little effort to separate the wheat from the chaff, the end result being that you don’t trust anything they write, and this hurts everyone. I’ll be honest, see a project hyped in multiple publications and one pays attention, someone is spending money, and there is a benefit to that in a world where rising above the morass is difficult, but unless you’re a media junkie you probably won’t even see these multiple articles, you might not ever hear of the project whatsoever.

But I pay attention. And I was turned off. Commercially middling at best musical artist now writes a book? Isn’t that supposed to happen after success? There’s so much you can ignore in today’s world, unfortunately in that process you throw out that which deserves attention. “Crying in H Mart” deserves your attention. I heard about it from enough people to reserve it at the library. I certainly wasn’t going to buy it. And while I was waiting for it to appear on Libby, it hit #1 on the “Los Angeles Times” chart.

Not that you should trust the L.A. “Times” chart. I had a friend who owned a bookstore, I was privy to the machinations, in truth certain stores have untold influence. You can trust the “New York Times” chart, even the one in the “Wall Street Journal.” But the one in the L.A. “Times”? Forever Amor Towles’s new book, “The Lincoln Highway,” sat atop the chart. I mean there was immediate demand for the follow-up to “A Gentleman in Moscow,” but I read “Lincoln Highway,” and it was subpar, something a college student would write on their first try. Yes, it was an adventure…but loose ends are never tied up, and to call the book “Lincoln Highway” is a misnomer, and the ending if not quite ridiculous, is close. But still, “Crying in H Mart” went to number one? The only time this happens with a music memoir is when it’s a long in the tooth rock act, for a week or two at best. And Michelle Zauner does not fit into that category.

But then I got a notification that I could jump the line, so I downloaded “Crying in H Mart” and started reading it and…

H Mart is a Korean grocery store. And there’s a lot of food references and cooking in this book. And if you’ve never had Korean food, you’re clueless. But I have had Korean food and love it, Asian is my favorite, but Korean is different from the Chinese/Thai twins. You can say Korean is similar to Japanese, but it’s distinct. First and foremost there are the zillion little dishes they ply you with at the start of the meal. But having said that, I was clueless as to most of what was being talked about throughout this book. I ended up leaving the wireless connection to my Kindle on, so I could highlight the words so they would be looked up in Wikipedia, but the Kindle chip is underpowered and slow, and still there were not definitions of most of the cuisine. So I advise you just roll with it, see the unfamiliar names and keep going. One can argue they interrupt the flow of the book. But they’re also part of its magic. Because food is so important to Michelle’s mother and her family. Today food could be the number one entertainment source in America, even more powerful that concerts. The experience is available to everyone, you’ve just got to dive in.

So, bottom line, Michelle’s mother is Korean, and she dies when Michelle is in her twenties.

Michelle’s mother married an Anglo who she met in Korea. A former drug addict, now clean, trying to make his way in business. And after a peripatetic journey as far as Germany, the family settles down in Eugene, Oregon. A college town, but not that much more. At least according to Michelle. And her family ends up moving to the boonies, but music keeps Michelle alive, she wants to play music.

And her mother hovers. She does not work outside the house. She tries to micromanage Michelle and the sparks fly. To the point where Michelle ultimately has a nervous breakdown. But she gets into Bryn Mawr and then tries to make it as a musician in Philadelphia, which means having a day job. You plan tours where you play to few, but music is not keeping you alive, in this case your gig at the restaurant is.

And then Michelle’s mother gets cancer.

Well, they have a love/hate relationship. And Michelle is keeping her distance. But it is her one and only mother, and she thought she’d be around for a long time. But she ultimately dies.

I’m revealing essentially nothing here. These facts are proffered from the very beginning. It’s the details, the emotions, the stories between the facts that make “Crying in H Mart” such an impressive, satisfying read. I mean you’re anything but a traditional girl, you’re half Korean, and reminded of this seemingly daily, you’re trying to fit in and not having an easy time of it, and now you’re drawn back to the source of so much of your trauma?

And “Crying in H Mart” is personal. It doesn’t try to establish big themes so the masses can identify. This is not “Tuesdays with Morrie.” But it’s the specific that we truly resonate with. The more bland and general, the less effect the work has on us. You see we’re all individuals, looking to feel included, involved, understood. We’re looking for people like us. And despite people’s exterior image, we’ve all got questions inside, we’re all debating how to play the game, how we’re perceived, and when we’re exposed to the interior mind of another we feel positively human and alive, like we’re not the only one.

Now in truth hip-hop can be personal, although less so than in its infancy. And bombast and bluster have always been part of the equation. And in the heyday of classic rock, personal was key, especially with the singer-songwriters, who yes, were considered rock. I mean Joni Mitchell is a legend, there’s nothing close today. An adult speaking adult truth, unworried about the reaction thereto. And in the heyday of classic rock, pop was a sideshow, but ever since its exaltation on MTV it’s become part of the main show. The fact that Mariah Carey is lauded and imitated is confounding to those of us who lived through the classic rock era. And that’s one of the turn-offs of today’s music business, it’s just about business. As for that which touches hearts, it’s fringe, kind of like Zauner’s Japanese Breakfast.

Then again, you read this book and you realize how many bands are out there, how many are trying to make it, how far the bar has been lowered.

But Michelle Zauner is smart and educated. And that separates her from so much of the dross. Each of us has our own special gift, but in truth big time music is now about creating a brand and then extending it. The content of it is secondary. And therefore, although there are a good number of street smart people involved, it’s not a bastion of intellectualism. Not that you must go to college, but so many of the classic rockers were readers, big thinkers. In many cases it was books that got them started down the alternative path, like “On the Road.” Today the starting point is far different, based in online, social culture. And the goal is to buy in as opposed to stand out. But how interesting is that?

“Crying in H Mart” is very interesting. Because we’ve all got parents. And certainly the music fans of yore felt like outsiders. And it’s not really about music so much as it is about family, emotions, choices, experiences, and we can all relate to that. Which is all to say you don’t have to be a music fan, don’t even have to know about Japanese Breakfast to enjoy “Crying in H Mart.” Now I understand why it’s a best-seller, with four and a half stars and 7,073 ratings on Amazon. That’s quite a lot, if you don’t pay attention to the numbers.

So I heartily recommend “Crying in H Mart,” dig into it after reading Kathy Valentine and Rickie Lee Jones’s books. Then again, Michelle Zauner is from a different generation, we haven’t had a book like this from a millennial yet. It’s a great leap forward. The result of independent thinking, as well as the aforementioned intelligence and education. You see Zauner can write, which most writers of music memoirs cannot. They’re ghost-written, but they’re still paint by number concoctions. I did this and then I did that and I stumbled here but then I emerged victorious…it’s like an episode of “Behind the Music.” But not “Crying in H Mart.” It will affect you.

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