It was joyous!

The seventies get a bad rap. The era is seen as one of excess, as opposed to the progenitor era of the sixties, where the Beatles caused a revolution and the album became a statement and…

If you went to a gig in the sixties, the sound was often bad, frequently the bands couldn’t play all that well, this is when they were still figuring it out. Long before Live Nation was an international presence, before consolidation, when it was all being developed. We lived through this in the internet era. Going from dialup to cable, from computers to smartphones, when gadgets were superseded not long after you brought them home. The technological wild west is in our rearview mirror.

But those were exciting times, before the stasis, before the hate, when the companies were our friends as opposed to enemies.

In the seventies, FM superseded AM. Suddenly radio was in stereo. And you needed a makeover of your auto’s interior to extract the sound. This is after you purchased components for your apartment or dorm room. We talked about cartridges like we used to talk about chips. We wanted more power, saved up for JBL L100’s. We just had to get closer to the sound, which was everything.

And the gigs were religious experiences. You could finally hear the music. And it was so popular stadium gigs were de rigueur. It’s only forty years later that stadium shows have made a comeback.

And the winners were the second generation. Not the Beatles and the British Invasion acts, but acts like the Eagles, Yes, Peter Frampton…the list goes on and on. And if they’re alive, they’re still doing boffo at the b.o. That was the impact of their music. The eighties were all about flash, how you looked on MTV. In that era you could rocket to the moon, become world famous overnight, and then be a nobody soon thereafter.

And in the years that have passed, people have forgotten the magic of the seventies. With the audience all on one page, paying fealty to the music, going to the gig to revel in sounds that were known by not only fans, but seemingly everybody. We marinated in the music. And those who were around back then have never forgotten. Their demands keep these bands on the road.

But none of them have a hit single anymore. As a matter of fact, none of today’s hits sound like anything from the seventies. And when Greta Van Fleet pays homage to Led Zeppelin, this is seen as an offense. But I’d say more new acts should look back to what once was, because then there was genius, a melding of act and listener that hasn’t happened since. Sure, Fleetwood Mac was on the radio, but “Rumours” was a staple in the home. Played over and over again. To the point where you knew all the licks, to the point where you had to go to the show.

Where you sat down.

Not only were tickets cheap, all the money being in recordings, the music got respect. Food was a bad hot dog. There were no smartphones for selfies. Going was a religious experience, where you were locked as one in thrall to the act. When done right, no one talked, everybody was together but in their own dreamland, this was the peak of their lives, hearing live what they knew by heart.

It’s not that way anymore.

But it was that way at the Ace last night.

Not that I expected it. I thought it would be an oldies show for the nearly dead. Instead it was an energetic performance that elated the act’s hard core fans.

You see this wasn’t a shed show. You know those gigs, where they book a slate of acts for a summer night, it’s a value proposition, you go as much for the experience as the music.

But America goes out alone. So everybody there wants to see the band.

There was not a cut they did not know. There was a standing ovation after “Sandman.” If you’d been flown in from outer space you’d think America was one of the most popular acts on the planet.

First and foremost, you did not need a libretto to understand the words. The music was not an assault, rather it wafted over you in waves, setting your mind free to recall those days back then, and the thread that takes you to today.

That’s what happens when you sit, You don’t have to jockey for position, you don’t get tired, it’s all about the sound and the experience. And the experience is all about the sound.

The band started off with “Tin Man.” That’s what you do if you have enough hits, you deliver right up top, to satiate the fans.

And America has a ton of hits. All of which they played. Sans attitude. It seemed that you could be up on stage with them, if you had any talent.

And the show wasn’t on hard drive, and there was not a ton of support, so the sound was alive, it breathed, there was only a five piece, enough room for everybody’s work to be heard. It was like sitting in front of the big rig back then, being able to pick out all the instruments, before the loudness wars and everything got compressed and air was anathema.

And this was an acoustic act, with support. So for most of the show, Gerry and Dewey strummed those big guitars. You were reminded when you used to play that guitar. In the seventies, after James Taylor, when you knew you were never going to make it, but you enjoyed learning and singing the songs.

But there was a guy who played his Les Paul with stinging leads. The melding of electric and acoustic is magic. And they played that song too, “You Can Do Magic.”

And occasionally Gerry sat down at the keyboard. And occasionally he and Dewey strung on electric axes. But really, this show was based on an acoustic platform, with drums, bass and electric guitar holding down the bottom and adding spice.

And I was sitting in the audience thinking being on stage would be fun!

It doesn’t usually look that way. The band is on a hundred gig slog. Just another date for cash. They’re bored, they hate each other, there’s a clear line of demarcation between on stage and off.

But we felt included last night. It was like the Ace was not even in Los Angeles, we had no idea what was happening outside its walls and we did not care.

The music is playing and my mind is drifting back to those days. Buying the first album, going to college, it was in 3-D, in color, in my brain. And I knew that everybody else was having the same experience, even if their memories were different.

And my favorite track on that first album was “Sandman.” And for me and many others it was the height of the show. It was heavy and meaningful and dramatic…like our music back then, before everybody became self-conscious.

That’s right, America can rock. But at no time was the show an assault. First and foremost it was music, whereas with so many people it’s about the performance.

Now I bought that initial LP, I know all the hits. But I can’t say I’m the biggest America fan.

But after last night, if you are a fan, or just want to hear these songs live, you need to go.

This is America’s fiftieth anniversary. They had a slew of hits, but like their contemporaries, not recently. But sometimes accidental moves chart the course of your entire life, sometimes to your detriment. Have one hit and it’s hard to go back to regular life, be a civilian.

And then there are other acts, with more success, who might be better off giving up, going to college, broadening their experience, having a second career.

And sometimes musicians come from the depths of the economic ladder, their success rises them above.

But America is made up of middle class members, their fathers were in the Air Force, on some level music was a lark.

But when you see the band live you see why they continue. Because it’s fun, because it’s an adventure, because of the connection with the audience, because of the music.

That’s how it was in the seventies, not about how you looked…Gerry and Dewey came out in street clothes, not outfits…but music.

And as I sat there as the music washed over me and resonated, in my own private reverie, I said to myself THIS IS IT!

And I wanted more.

Lebanon

Strasburg turned me on to this.

That’s right, now promoters give you the tips. They see everything, they know what’s reacting or not, whereas record company people hype you on their wares.

This is what Don said:

“You heard J.S. Ondara yet? Check track called Lebanon. There is hope”

So I did, Don’s right, I’ve got to ask him how he found it.

I navigated to Spotify and pulled up “Lebanon” and I didn’t get it at first, but then it changed and hit a groove and I found my body moving and I said to myself, this is GREAT! It sounds nothing like what’s on the hit parade, it’s the type of thing you listen to at home, or alone in the car, it just makes you feel good, and you might even get up and dance.

Remember “White Ladder”? David Gray flopped with three major label albums and then he cut just what he wanted independently and he became a star. It was in the grooves, the album took you to a space only music could take you, where no one else was taking you. “White Ladder” wouldn’t die. It was part of the culture for two years.

Unfortunately, David Gray has never been able to equal it since, not even close, it’s like he’s inhibited by his success with “White Ladder.” Kinda like Alanis after “Jagged Little Pill.”

Then I played the J.S. Ondara cut with the most plays, entitled “American Dream.” It’s been streamed on Spotify 1,259,446 times. Which means some people have heard of J.S. Ondara, but most people have not.

But “American Dream” didn’t resonate, so I clicked on the second most played track, “Saying Goodbye,” with 803,356 streams. And it resonated just about as much as “Lebanon.” Now I was excited, I had to play the whole LP, but on initial listen, only one other cut jumped out. So, maybe this isn’t “White Ladder,” which was solid throughout, or maybe I just haven’t heard it enough. But the problem with the internet age is if it doesn’t come out and grab you immediately, you ignore it, move on to something else.

Now maybe I’m making the “White Ladder” connection because of the similarity of the vocal. But still, it made me think of when adults mattered, when something didn’t have to have beats or an overblown pop singer to make it, hell, J.S. Ondara is subtle.

So I Googled J.S. Ondara. He did have a Wikipedia page, which was a good sign. But then I clicked on the “News” tab and found the same story again and again, Ondara’s story, how he came from Nairobi, but stories like this only matter after the music catches on. That’s the hardest problem, getting people to listen, to check something out and spread the word if they like it.

I immediately wanted to spread the word.

But it’s not 1999 anymore. Now there’s a plethora of product and the world is laden with people who feel good by telling everybody else they’re full of crap, that their taste sucks and they’d better shut up and crawl back into the hole they came from. And that makes it so you don’t even want to play, what difference is it gonna make anyway, a sliver of the audience will like this music, everybody else will ignore it. You feel like Sisyphus.

But then you don’t want to write about anything.

But the truth is “Lebanon” and “Saying Goodbye” are a cut above. The people who do care need to be made aware, these songs will make them happy.

So that’s what I’m doing.

P.S. I always give a Spotify link, that’s the dominant service, the most active one, yes, Apple may have more subscribers in the U.S., but they listen less, don’t hassle me, that’s a fact. But not everybody has Spotify, so I decided to look for a YouTube video. And I wanted the studio take, but what I found first was a live version. And I was stunned. The acoustic certainly sounded live, but the vocal, was it canned? No, this guy is that good, he sounds just as good as he does on record, and that’s rare. And if you put J.S. Ondara on a TV competition show he’d lose. Because that’s not what they’re looking for, they want someone with an excellent voice who is malleable, who can sing everything. Ondara’s voice is unique, not traditional. And he can sing his stuff with feeling, but somebody’s else work? Ondara is what we’re looking for, when you hear it you know it.

P.P.S. The official “Lebanon” video only has 86,718 streams on YouTube, as opposed to the 406,103 on Spotify. Turns out YouTube is only for the youngsters who won’t pay, or for truly exceptional videos. True fans are ponying up for streaming services.

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And now the seller’s view.

Andy Somers is an agent at APA, he works with acts as disparate as Social Distortion and Brian Wilson.

Hear what it’s like to find your own way, becoming a manager and starving, going back to being an agent.

Andy’s a good guy who’s endured, and even better, he’s a dedicated skier!

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This is what the elites don’t understand. They keep trotting out facts and figures, as if they matter, but to the masses they don’t, it’s all about how they FEEL!

It’s as simple as Trump calling Hillary a “nasty” woman. That confounded Democrats who were familiar with the lady and her education and experience. But to those who’d felt abused by globalization, the epithet resonated. They felt bad, it had to be somebody’s fault.

That’s why Biden is in trouble. All his support is intellectual. Trump sucks, we’ve got to beat him, let’s do the math and nominate Joe. But without emotions, there’s no passion, and you can’t get massive support.

This is the essence of music. Good beat, good changes, terrible lyrics. IT DOESN’T MATTER! If it touches someone’s core, that’s all that’s needed. It’s got to resonate with someone’s insides, not their brain. This is how Taylor Swift lost control of the narrative. At first she was a geeky outsider delivering her truth to the bullies, the hip kids. But once she became the cool kid, sans the life experiences of the peons, she did not know how to adjust. She turned up the diss to ten. Then she tried to cover it up with friendships. But it doesn’t FEEL right to the audience anymore. They’re not aligned with her, irrelevant of who works on the records, what they sound like.

People feel good about Drake, because he’s not totally narcissistic. He put out his playlist “More Life” featuring other people’s material.

Madonna has lost the plot completely. She doesn’t see that she comes across as an aged star willing to do anything to stay relevant, with attitude to boot. She’s the queen of narcissism. And it hurts her. Younger people don’t care, it’s only her old fans who still do, if they do.

And then there are hard rock bands like Aerosmith and the Stones. The tracks hit your groin first, it feels like sex and revolution and debauchery and that appeals to you in your straitlaced world, where you want a release.

Elizabeth Warren can’t win on policies alone. She has to be seen as human.

This is the key to Howard Stern’s success. Oh, he’s got a high opinion of himself but he keeps putting himself down, about the size of his penis, his inability to do math, his anxiety in social situations, to the point where he appears an everyman.

Hell, your brand can be smart, we all love to admire and revel in the thoughts of intellectuals. This is how Elon Musk was anointed. Wow, look what he could do! But then he lost the plot and got into Twitter wars and we realized he was unstable, and no one wants to have faith in the unstable.

Even Ozzy… He’s the king of poking fun at himself.

Or Letterman. That’s why Fallon fails, we don’t see the vulnerability, we just see someone striving to entertain us, with no edge, and we all abhor being sucked up to.

So, the facts can be clear but the people still won’t believe them. Like on vaccines. The “New York Times” published an exhaustive article on Tuesday with facts, from research. Your odds of getting measles is way higher than having a reaction to immunization. But to some people, that doesn’t FEEL right. Intellectuals who’ve been robbed of power by billionaires believe this is a way they can stand up to the man. They can go their own way, they can have their own beliefs. Hell, that “Times” story featured a pic of a kid with measles, with spots all over him. Circulate that photo. Hell, if you’ve ever been to a Body Worlds exhibition and seen the lungs of the person who smoked you will never inhale again. The facts may not reach you, but the vision of someone who’s dead with decrepit lungs will turn your stomach.

I’m not saying facts are bad, just that you can’t sway people on them alone.

What the right does so well is speak to people’s emotions.

The left acts wounded and counters with facts and it does not work. But they keep doing the same thing over and over again.

It’s kinda like impeachment. Pelosi and her pals look at polls, research, the facts say not to do it. But if they took action, they’d speak to people’s emotions, get them excited, bond them to them. Right now they’re just unwoke wonks. But, if they were to do this, to impeach, they’d have to have a plan to respond to the right’s hate, to Trump’s denunciations. But they keep relying on process and lose the narrative. Hell, everybody on the right thinks the President has been fully exonerated. And impeachment is not even specifically about Trump, it’s about unchecked power of the executive branch. John Oliver delivered this message with humor and intensity. The Democrats just back away.

And this is why if you’re not an aged superstar you’re gonna get in trouble with slow ticketing, extracting as much money as you can. It makes you look greedy, people feel ripped-off. Sure, you’re combating the scalpers, but they’re the act’s enemy, not the audience’s. As a matter of fact, people love StubHub, they can get the tickets they want at the last minute. And they’re willing to pay for them, the upcharge is seen as convenience for what you want. Who knows what you’ll be doing a year later, when the tickets initially go on sale.

This is how rock lost, all the anti-internet wankers. Turns out those who were trading friendly won, like John Mayer. The audience doesn’t want to hear you bitch, they were screwed under the old system.

And now rockers appeal to your head, not your heart. So many of these bands are making wimpy music with wimpy singers and those on the other end of the spectrum purvey lame riffs no better than those of the progenitors, in an era where the progenitors’ music sits right alongside.

People’s emotions are torn. They want comfort, but they know the future is always coming, and it will be new and different. Everything dies, and there’s resistance to the future until there’s an embrace of it. Play it safe at your peril. The bleeding edge always wins. Maybe not right away, but eventually. Sure, you can be too soon. But right now everything’s up for grabs, we’re looking for leaders, in art, commerce and politics. Now is the time for the new. Which is how Trump won. Which is why you’ve got to be scared of the DNC and its media partners, they just want to preserve their power, they’re out of touch with the emotions of the public.

People feel abused, ripped-off. Anti-Trump is not enough, you’ve got to speak to how people feel, you’ve got to make them believe things will get better. That’s what swept Obama into office, hope. Where is the hope today?