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Thursday, June 20, 2019
BACHHAUS MIT FRAULEIN
Friday, September 21, 2012
Bob Dylan: Tempest/Update 10/14/16 Salud to Nobel Prize in Literature recipient Bob Dylan
previously known as Robert Zimmerman...
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free...
that is from memory -- line endings and such might be off.
As an honor to Senor Dylan here is a poem this poet wrote in honor of the great Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorca. I wrote it soon after visiting his birthplace near Granada and the spot about 10 miles away where he is believed to have been killed at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War. Senor Lorca, like Senor Dylan, knows a thing or two and more about diamond skies...(knows in present tense as all great artists, visual and literary and musical, live on long after their deaths through their ARTE). Also, Lorca knew much about the associations between verse and music as he was an exponent of Flamenco music and helped organize a Flamenco festival the decade before his death.
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POR FEDERICO, AGOSTO 2004
Hola Lorca:
I was there
at the Fountain of Tears
yesterday,
and today
I can imagine
your spirit
in the clear, cool waters
between
plants of
brilliant shades of green,
standing and swaying
alive in the water,
moving with the bubbles of tears;
it is a pretty place,
one could have
a worse place –
and,
you have your mountains
and olive trees,
moons,
when the nights are right.
You died
ten miles,
as the eagle flies,
from your birthplace,
where your younger spirit
erupted from the mirror
by the piano –
a huge arc
of light
shooting across
your photograph,
and,
a ghostly image
of a face,
forever frozen
on the wall.
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Previously I had written:
Do yourself a favor and get one of Bob Dylan's best albums EVER: Tempest, his first new work in three years.
Some of the best stories Dylan has ever told during any parts of his long career are on Tempest.
The title cut does not involve Shakespearean allusions (not repeatedly, anyway) but is a dramatic telling of the Sinking of the Titanic saga.
The last track, Roll On John, is a spiritual ode to Dylan's friend John Lennon.
That tune is enough to make you cry, even if you are listening to it "sober as a judge."
Dylan has to be feeling the supreme elation felt by the most successful artists late in life -- if one can continue to create good art later in life, it helps put up with negatives of aging, such as having to deal with health matters.
Also, the musicianship of Dylan's supporting band of the last few years (see photo for names) is, as usual, superb throughout Tempest.
PH/NM
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Madame George and A Day In The Life: "The Sixties" Two Greatest Songs
...Tell 'em PH said that.
Also, Van Morrison's Astral Weeks (Madame George is the sixth track on that album) is at least among the top five albums from "The Sixties," right up there with Sgt. Pepper's.
Note: I first went to see Van Morrison perform in the Fall of 1971 in San Francisco at Winterland (this was five years before The Last Waltz was held, and filmed, at that venue). I later saw Van the Man perform a great concert in Granada, Spain in February, 2006.
The Granada concert was a very good one: everything from Brown Eyed Girl to Your Cheating Heart to his familiar tunes about "the wind and the rain." (After I purchased Morrison's great C&W work Pay The Devil, I recognized several of his C&W covers I had heard in Granada.)
A note on that concert: Morrison was backed by about 15 musicians -- they were all hitting it that night, as I yelled to them as I saw them boarding their bus after the concert, gave them the thumbs up and yelled, "Yeah," sounding much like Morrison, I think, like many of his "Yeahs" on many of his works. When he went into "Your Cheating Heart, I yelled "Yeah" and I swear I saw him looking up to me in the balcony, probably wondering, "Who is that person who sounds like me."
And, a strange note: At the time Spain was suffering through a severe drought. I don't know how long it had been since it had rained in Granada, but guess what was occurring, as if tribute to Morrison, as audience members and Van's musicians left the venue: the wind and the rain, that what was occurring.
I was standing in the rain when I gave my thumb's up to Van's band: my succinct music review, you might say. In reply, they all just beamed. They knew they had all just nailed it -- Van included, of course.
Before the concert, I went to a cafe to have a drink while I waited. I listened to an English-speaking woman ordering in English, and assumed she was one of the many British expats who were living in Spain and were also waiting for the show to start.
I thought, "Learn the language of the country you are living in."
Well, one of the highlights of the concert, besides Morrison's great singing, his great Sax work, and others' great Sax work, fine piano work, fine guitar work, was this woman's backing vocals along with another female backing vocalist and a male backing vocalist.
Oh, that is why she doesn't speak Spanish well, I thought. She doesn't live here -- she was probably performing in Sweden the night before, etc.
After the concert, I asked one of the crew if the concert had been recorded.
He asked, suspiciously, "Why?"
I answered, "Because it was a great concert."
He then held up a small black object. It had been recorded. I have thought Morrison ought to release an album culled from that night's tunes. (This was far in advance of the live Astral Weeks album.)
I went to the concert to treat myself for completing my novel-written-in-the-highest-mountains in Spain, when I lived there from 2004 to 2006; I lived "sud de Granada" for two years, two months. In my novel CHASING FREEDOM, REMEMBERING THE SIXTIES, I fictionalized my "Night At Winterland" in 1971, which might be best described as harrowing.
Read the book to find out what I mean by harrowing, and to find out what "The Sixties" was really about. FYI, The Sixties was circa 1965-1975. Musically speaking, the early 1960s was a continuation of the 1950s, with songs by such persons as Bobby Vinton and Gene Pitney (Gene Pitney was good, let it be noted: Check out The New Riders Of The Purple Sage's version of his Hello Mary Lou).
Note: the cover illustration to my novel that you see a representation of on this blog was created by using modern computer software to alter a 35 mm transparency taken "in the bowels" of The San Francisco Art Institute, the best art college in the USA "hands down" during The Sixties.
The title of the artwork is: "Painter Photographing Sculpture." (The work is suitable for framing, as they say; I have had paintings and photographs exhibited at many galleries and I must say there is no way I would sell this work in a gallery for the price of this book; my idea is you buy two copies. Take off the cover of one book to frame, and keep one edition of the book intact.)
(The book is available at such places as http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.bn.com.)/
Regarding the SFAI -- I attended, and graduated from the college, and it was no easy task. The first year reminded me of boot camp in the U.S. Air Force (four years service -- Honorable Discharge).
It took a long time for people there to accept you, including one strange dude who used a painting studio corner as his home. He was a mascot of sorts I guess, but was one strange dude with a very strange look in his eyes, all the time.
As I write in CHASING FREEDOM, Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead studied at the SFAI and, "before she made it big," Janis Joplin worked in the school cafe for "bread" -- the kind you spend, not the kind you eat.
Get Astral Weeks. I have the original and the live version recorded in Los Angeles and released in 2009, and prefer the original (sans irritating crowd noises, for one thing; for another, great drumming by Modern Jazz Quartet drummer Connie Kay).
Astral Weeks is not Psychedelia. When I first heard the album in a small, and I mean small, cafe in Matala, Crete, in 1969, I thought: "What a great combination of jazz, folk and rock."
Cover Illustration for CHASING FREEDOM (c) Copyright Paul Heidelberg.
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| "Painter Photographing Sculpture" (c) Paul Heidelberg |
Also, Van Morrison's Astral Weeks (Madame George is the sixth track on that album) is at least among the top five albums from "The Sixties," right up there with Sgt. Pepper's.
Note: I first went to see Van Morrison perform in the Fall of 1971 in San Francisco at Winterland (this was five years before The Last Waltz was held, and filmed, at that venue). I later saw Van the Man perform a great concert in Granada, Spain in February, 2006.
The Granada concert was a very good one: everything from Brown Eyed Girl to Your Cheating Heart to his familiar tunes about "the wind and the rain." (After I purchased Morrison's great C&W work Pay The Devil, I recognized several of his C&W covers I had heard in Granada.)
A note on that concert: Morrison was backed by about 15 musicians -- they were all hitting it that night, as I yelled to them as I saw them boarding their bus after the concert, gave them the thumbs up and yelled, "Yeah," sounding much like Morrison, I think, like many of his "Yeahs" on many of his works. When he went into "Your Cheating Heart, I yelled "Yeah" and I swear I saw him looking up to me in the balcony, probably wondering, "Who is that person who sounds like me."
And, a strange note: At the time Spain was suffering through a severe drought. I don't know how long it had been since it had rained in Granada, but guess what was occurring, as if tribute to Morrison, as audience members and Van's musicians left the venue: the wind and the rain, that what was occurring.
I was standing in the rain when I gave my thumb's up to Van's band: my succinct music review, you might say. In reply, they all just beamed. They knew they had all just nailed it -- Van included, of course.
Before the concert, I went to a cafe to have a drink while I waited. I listened to an English-speaking woman ordering in English, and assumed she was one of the many British expats who were living in Spain and were also waiting for the show to start.
I thought, "Learn the language of the country you are living in."
Well, one of the highlights of the concert, besides Morrison's great singing, his great Sax work, and others' great Sax work, fine piano work, fine guitar work, was this woman's backing vocals along with another female backing vocalist and a male backing vocalist.
Oh, that is why she doesn't speak Spanish well, I thought. She doesn't live here -- she was probably performing in Sweden the night before, etc.
After the concert, I asked one of the crew if the concert had been recorded.
He asked, suspiciously, "Why?"
I answered, "Because it was a great concert."
He then held up a small black object. It had been recorded. I have thought Morrison ought to release an album culled from that night's tunes. (This was far in advance of the live Astral Weeks album.)
I went to the concert to treat myself for completing my novel-written-in-the-highest-mountains in Spain, when I lived there from 2004 to 2006; I lived "sud de Granada" for two years, two months. In my novel CHASING FREEDOM, REMEMBERING THE SIXTIES, I fictionalized my "Night At Winterland" in 1971, which might be best described as harrowing.
Read the book to find out what I mean by harrowing, and to find out what "The Sixties" was really about. FYI, The Sixties was circa 1965-1975. Musically speaking, the early 1960s was a continuation of the 1950s, with songs by such persons as Bobby Vinton and Gene Pitney (Gene Pitney was good, let it be noted: Check out The New Riders Of The Purple Sage's version of his Hello Mary Lou).
Note: the cover illustration to my novel that you see a representation of on this blog was created by using modern computer software to alter a 35 mm transparency taken "in the bowels" of The San Francisco Art Institute, the best art college in the USA "hands down" during The Sixties.
The title of the artwork is: "Painter Photographing Sculpture." (The work is suitable for framing, as they say; I have had paintings and photographs exhibited at many galleries and I must say there is no way I would sell this work in a gallery for the price of this book; my idea is you buy two copies. Take off the cover of one book to frame, and keep one edition of the book intact.)
(The book is available at such places as http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.bn.com.)/
Regarding the SFAI -- I attended, and graduated from the college, and it was no easy task. The first year reminded me of boot camp in the U.S. Air Force (four years service -- Honorable Discharge).
It took a long time for people there to accept you, including one strange dude who used a painting studio corner as his home. He was a mascot of sorts I guess, but was one strange dude with a very strange look in his eyes, all the time.
As I write in CHASING FREEDOM, Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead studied at the SFAI and, "before she made it big," Janis Joplin worked in the school cafe for "bread" -- the kind you spend, not the kind you eat.
Get Astral Weeks. I have the original and the live version recorded in Los Angeles and released in 2009, and prefer the original (sans irritating crowd noises, for one thing; for another, great drumming by Modern Jazz Quartet drummer Connie Kay).
Astral Weeks is not Psychedelia. When I first heard the album in a small, and I mean small, cafe in Matala, Crete, in 1969, I thought: "What a great combination of jazz, folk and rock."
Cover Illustration for CHASING FREEDOM (c) Copyright Paul Heidelberg.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
You want to hear some Good Music? Do not delay, and get Muddy Waters Woodstock Album
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| Some Cold Ones To Go With The Blues |
Recorded in Woodstock, New York, in 1975, this fine work shows you how good musical, literary or visual art is TIMELESS.
To Paraphrase Muddy (aka Mckinley Morganfield), don't be a cheapskate -- spend some money and get this great music. It is one of the best albums I have ever bought, and that includes Bob Dylan's first 11 albums (and plenty more since), about 19 CDs by Van Morrison, not to mention other works by such people as John Coltrane, Charles Mingus, Thelonious Monk, and Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and Wagner.
I got my CD "cheap off amazon.com."
I think my www pen pal Bob Margolin, a longtime guitarist with Muddy and his band, first told me about "The Muddy Waters Woodstock Album." (Bob plays on the album.)
You might start with track six, Muddy's tune "Love, Deep As The Ocean."
In the song, Muddy is telling the woman he really loves her when he sings such lines as:
"I loves you honey, like a schoolboy loves his pie."
For all you guitarists out there, on this tune Muddy is showing you how to play slide guitar. He is backed on the work by such great musicians as Levon Helm on drums, Paul Butterfield on blues harp and Pinetop Perkins on piano.
Go out and get yourself some of this pie, brothers and sisters.
(I just checked -- www.amazon.com has the The Muddy Waters Woodstock Album priced at a buyer-friendly $6.17.)
Get it and open up your ears: You won't be disappointed.
(Here is a photo of 20 half liters of Lowenbrau Oktoberfest beers, purchased in Germany the month after they were created; you can have some cold ones vicariously to help you enjoy Music at its Best. Photograph (c) Copyright Paul Heidelberg.)
-- PH
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Jakob Dylan's Women + Country: Good Music
With this work Jakob Dylan is saying, "I'm not just Bob Dylan's son, I'm my own man."
(That's probably what "Papa Dylan" told him [and what Ginsberg probably would have thought, also].)
Note: I learned that ([ ]) at The Miami Herald, just as Papa Dylan learned a certain guitar riff in England (the song is on his Another Side Of Bob Dylan album). Am plugging in now that until hearing the work again recently, I thought he had picked it up in Italy, prompting me to write: Re: Italia, I've been there, done that, as in living there for a year and a half and making 10 visits to Roma, five to Firenze, three to Venezia, trips to Ischia, Capri, Sicilia, etc., and a month traveling Europe, including a week each in Amsterdam, London and Paris.
And this came while serving in the U.S. Air Force; I knew men -- no, make that boys -- who never left the base in that time. Unbelievable.
One more thing: I just searched the Internet and discovered Jakob Dylan is 40; sometimes it takes that long "to come out from under the shadow" of a famous parent. This is similar to a remark by a well known American novelist when he said at a literary seminar in Key West that he was still being referred to as a "rising young novelist" when he was well past age 40.
Thoughts and True Wild West/True American Southwest/True Country (check out the dirt road in the middle of this town) photo work (c) Copyright Paul Heidelberg, MMX.
(Add 1 on October 13, 2010, the first full day of the miners being brought to the surface in Chile. I had thought this weeks ago, after listening to the Women + Country They've Trapped Us Boys tune (Track 9) about three times: at first I thought the words were metaphorical but then I realized he is singing about miners trapped in a mine. Jakob Dylan wrote this tune, and released this CD, long before the Chilean miners were trapped, prompting me to think -- we have another prophetic Dylan; it must run in the family.)
(That's probably what "Papa Dylan" told him [and what Ginsberg probably would have thought, also].)
Note: I learned that ([ ]) at The Miami Herald, just as Papa Dylan learned a certain guitar riff in England (the song is on his Another Side Of Bob Dylan album). Am plugging in now that until hearing the work again recently, I thought he had picked it up in Italy, prompting me to write: Re: Italia, I've been there, done that, as in living there for a year and a half and making 10 visits to Roma, five to Firenze, three to Venezia, trips to Ischia, Capri, Sicilia, etc., and a month traveling Europe, including a week each in Amsterdam, London and Paris.
And this came while serving in the U.S. Air Force; I knew men -- no, make that boys -- who never left the base in that time. Unbelievable.
One more thing: I just searched the Internet and discovered Jakob Dylan is 40; sometimes it takes that long "to come out from under the shadow" of a famous parent. This is similar to a remark by a well known American novelist when he said at a literary seminar in Key West that he was still being referred to as a "rising young novelist" when he was well past age 40.
Thoughts and True Wild West/True American Southwest/True Country (check out the dirt road in the middle of this town) photo work (c) Copyright Paul Heidelberg, MMX.
(Add 1 on October 13, 2010, the first full day of the miners being brought to the surface in Chile. I had thought this weeks ago, after listening to the Women + Country They've Trapped Us Boys tune (Track 9) about three times: at first I thought the words were metaphorical but then I realized he is singing about miners trapped in a mine. Jakob Dylan wrote this tune, and released this CD, long before the Chilean miners were trapped, prompting me to think -- we have another prophetic Dylan; it must run in the family.)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Musical Note: Johann Sebastian Bach, Domenico Scarlatti and George Frederic Handel were all born in 1685/Also... (See Below)
So, 1685 was a good year for musicians, and music.
This photo, taken in Weimar, Germany, was shot at the house where J.S. Bach lived from 1708 to 1717; two of his 21 children were born here.
Photograph Copyright (c) Paul Heidelberg
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
John Pickering (Revisited): The man who sang on Buddy Holly's "Oh Boy"
sings again.
(For a story about Pickering and the great Lubbock, Texas, native, scroll down to earlier post in 2009.)
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Lester Young, Teddy Wilson, Gene Ramey, Jo Jones/and/ Possibly the best work by a Beatle, Post-Beatles Breakup
First, The Beatles:
Sorry Paul and John (Rest In Peace, Brother), but Pablo's pick for quite probably the best vocal work and musicianship by a former Beatle during the post-Beatles Era: Great music by "Georgie Boy," as PM called him affectionatedly at times, George Harrison.
To find this out yourself, do as blues great McKinley Morganfield (aka Muddy Waters) urged for years: Don't Be Cheap, one of the deadliest of sins, spend some cash and get the digitally-remastered version of The Traveling Wilburys Volume I ("Google" Traveling Wilburys I to find out some very neat info such as wikipedia's describing how this great supergroup came to be: the info includes Harrison's needing to record side B to an upcoming release; he stops by Tom Petty's house to get his guitar before he and Petty head to Bobby Zimmerman's [aka Bob Dylan's] as Dylan had a studio in his house).
It all comes together with good work by all the musicians, including great vocals by Roy Orbison and fine guitar work, including Jeff Lynne's playing on Dylan's "Like A Ship," a bonus track on the digitally-remastered 2007 release. Pablo thinks that Jeff Lynne's guitar work on "Like A Ship" is what Dylan was after in his quest for the Holy Grail of fine electric guitar work for many, many years.
Back to Harrison: First listen to his excellent vocals on "Heading For the Light." The saxophone work by Jim Horn is over the top -- some Lester Young-like sounds would be nice here (see writing about Young below.)
The real treat to Harrison's work on Traveling Wilburys Volume I is the bonus track on the 2007 release: "Maxine." Great story, "told via singing" by Harrison on this tune, especially his pronounciation of "Lover," which takes you right back to "The Beat-les," as Ed Sullivan called them.
Some musing on Dylan's work on The Traveling Wilburys Volume I: Pablo thinks Dylan needed "a lift" at this point in his career, and life, and got it here. Pablo thinks the first Wilburys work was an impetus for later work such as "Time Out Of Mind" and "Modern Times."
In "Tweeter and The Monkey Man" Dylan gets into Dylanesque narrative this writer finds reminiscient of some of his best '60s work.
Pablo likes this release far better than the next edition of The Traveling Wilburys. In part because the album was recorded in the Spring of 1988 and Orbison died later that year.
Note: to music company executives (those that are left, I write half-jokingly) -- Release "Not Alone Anymore" as a single, in part for a tribute to this great Texas born singer (must be the water, you've got Buddy Holly, Lead Belly, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Orbison, Lightnin' Hopkins, Mance Lipscomb, Willie Nelson, Edgar Winter, Johnny Winter and many other great musicians coming from the Lone Star State).
Release this tune as a single, MP3 format, etc. and spotlight this vocalist's unique voice (many younger music aficionados have never heard his music or his name, most likely).
Add 1: Thinking later about this "Best Beatles, Afterwards," I have to think about John Lennon, of course, and works such as "Imagine." I think it is a testament to non-Proustian elements of time that memories of Lennon might fade; in several works, the French writer Marcel Proust kept having vivid childhood memories that made it seem like "Yesterday" was only "Yesterday." But after 30 years -- don't forget what happened 30 years ago this December -- remembrances are not always "Proustian clear."
Also, Ringo Starr has done some great work with his All-Starr (get it) Band; I first caught the group gigging on a late night TV program circa 1989. Use the Internet to check out the line-up in his first All-Starr group (it includes several former members of The Band.) Also, check out the line-up for 2010, which includes Edgar Winter, another great Texas musician mentioned above.
But, I never found McCartney's post-Beatles work to approach what he did with the Beatles (especially during the "Wings Era").
So, let's give "Georgie Boy" some long-deserved, and long-overdue credit. Get that digitally remastered version of "The Traveling Wilburys Volume I" and listen to "Heading for the Light," before you get to "Maxine," which is a bonus track -- released on this new Wilburys work after Harrison's passing, of course. The writing, singing and Harrison's passion are superb.
Take Two on this writing involves some of the best jazz you will ever hear: The Lester Young/Teddy Wilson Quartet's "Pres & Teddy" featuring virtuoso tenor sax man Lester Young, pianist Teddy Wilson, Jo Jones on drums and Gene Ramey on bass.
(Here comes Texas, Again: Wilson and Ramey were both born in Austin.)
Listen to a tune such as the opening track "All Of Me." Great work by all, including great drum work by Jones (if you think the White Stripe drummer, on one well-known release, anyway, accomplished any more than imitating a sick five old banging on a drum, you need to check out drummers such as Jo Jones and Art Blakey; people such as Jones and Blakey go virtually unrecognized while people who do not know what they are doing haul in the cash).
So let me close with these thoughts: With the (usually) "wonderful world of the www" and such things as You Tube, you have no excuse not to check out such great musicians as Young, Wilson, Ramey and Jones, Blakey, Lead Belly and Lightnin' Hopkins and others mentioned in this piece.
In fact, after recently buying an Art Blakey album, I "googled" drummer Gene Ramey, which led me to the Lester Young-Teddy Wilson Quartet work, which I then bought after listening to a minute or two of the outstanding "All Of Me."
Musically Yours,
Pablo
aka
Paul Heidelberg
writer, poet and artist
Sorry Paul and John (Rest In Peace, Brother), but Pablo's pick for quite probably the best vocal work and musicianship by a former Beatle during the post-Beatles Era: Great music by "Georgie Boy," as PM called him affectionatedly at times, George Harrison.
To find this out yourself, do as blues great McKinley Morganfield (aka Muddy Waters) urged for years: Don't Be Cheap, one of the deadliest of sins, spend some cash and get the digitally-remastered version of The Traveling Wilburys Volume I ("Google" Traveling Wilburys I to find out some very neat info such as wikipedia's describing how this great supergroup came to be: the info includes Harrison's needing to record side B to an upcoming release; he stops by Tom Petty's house to get his guitar before he and Petty head to Bobby Zimmerman's [aka Bob Dylan's] as Dylan had a studio in his house).
It all comes together with good work by all the musicians, including great vocals by Roy Orbison and fine guitar work, including Jeff Lynne's playing on Dylan's "Like A Ship," a bonus track on the digitally-remastered 2007 release. Pablo thinks that Jeff Lynne's guitar work on "Like A Ship" is what Dylan was after in his quest for the Holy Grail of fine electric guitar work for many, many years.
Back to Harrison: First listen to his excellent vocals on "Heading For the Light." The saxophone work by Jim Horn is over the top -- some Lester Young-like sounds would be nice here (see writing about Young below.)
The real treat to Harrison's work on Traveling Wilburys Volume I is the bonus track on the 2007 release: "Maxine." Great story, "told via singing" by Harrison on this tune, especially his pronounciation of "Lover," which takes you right back to "The Beat-les," as Ed Sullivan called them.
Some musing on Dylan's work on The Traveling Wilburys Volume I: Pablo thinks Dylan needed "a lift" at this point in his career, and life, and got it here. Pablo thinks the first Wilburys work was an impetus for later work such as "Time Out Of Mind" and "Modern Times."
In "Tweeter and The Monkey Man" Dylan gets into Dylanesque narrative this writer finds reminiscient of some of his best '60s work.
Pablo likes this release far better than the next edition of The Traveling Wilburys. In part because the album was recorded in the Spring of 1988 and Orbison died later that year.
Note: to music company executives (those that are left, I write half-jokingly) -- Release "Not Alone Anymore" as a single, in part for a tribute to this great Texas born singer (must be the water, you've got Buddy Holly, Lead Belly, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Orbison, Lightnin' Hopkins, Mance Lipscomb, Willie Nelson, Edgar Winter, Johnny Winter and many other great musicians coming from the Lone Star State).
Release this tune as a single, MP3 format, etc. and spotlight this vocalist's unique voice (many younger music aficionados have never heard his music or his name, most likely).
Add 1: Thinking later about this "Best Beatles, Afterwards," I have to think about John Lennon, of course, and works such as "Imagine." I think it is a testament to non-Proustian elements of time that memories of Lennon might fade; in several works, the French writer Marcel Proust kept having vivid childhood memories that made it seem like "Yesterday" was only "Yesterday." But after 30 years -- don't forget what happened 30 years ago this December -- remembrances are not always "Proustian clear."
Also, Ringo Starr has done some great work with his All-Starr (get it) Band; I first caught the group gigging on a late night TV program circa 1989. Use the Internet to check out the line-up in his first All-Starr group (it includes several former members of The Band.) Also, check out the line-up for 2010, which includes Edgar Winter, another great Texas musician mentioned above.
But, I never found McCartney's post-Beatles work to approach what he did with the Beatles (especially during the "Wings Era").
So, let's give "Georgie Boy" some long-deserved, and long-overdue credit. Get that digitally remastered version of "The Traveling Wilburys Volume I" and listen to "Heading for the Light," before you get to "Maxine," which is a bonus track -- released on this new Wilburys work after Harrison's passing, of course. The writing, singing and Harrison's passion are superb.
Take Two on this writing involves some of the best jazz you will ever hear: The Lester Young/Teddy Wilson Quartet's "Pres & Teddy" featuring virtuoso tenor sax man Lester Young, pianist Teddy Wilson, Jo Jones on drums and Gene Ramey on bass.
(Here comes Texas, Again: Wilson and Ramey were both born in Austin.)
Listen to a tune such as the opening track "All Of Me." Great work by all, including great drum work by Jones (if you think the White Stripe drummer, on one well-known release, anyway, accomplished any more than imitating a sick five old banging on a drum, you need to check out drummers such as Jo Jones and Art Blakey; people such as Jones and Blakey go virtually unrecognized while people who do not know what they are doing haul in the cash).
So let me close with these thoughts: With the (usually) "wonderful world of the www" and such things as You Tube, you have no excuse not to check out such great musicians as Young, Wilson, Ramey and Jones, Blakey, Lead Belly and Lightnin' Hopkins and others mentioned in this piece.
In fact, after recently buying an Art Blakey album, I "googled" drummer Gene Ramey, which led me to the Lester Young-Teddy Wilson Quartet work, which I then bought after listening to a minute or two of the outstanding "All Of Me."
Musically Yours,
Pablo
aka
Paul Heidelberg
writer, poet and artist
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Birdsong for Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Note: This bird was singing in "The Old East Germany," about 200 miles from where Herr Mozart was born in Salzburg.
Video (c) copyright Paul Heidelberg
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
CHARLIE PARKER IN PARIS STORY -- FROM PARIS, 2009
This is a real, on the run, blog.
So I am getting off the flight from Dulles in DC to CDG in Paris on March 26, 2009, and I am talking to a brother from Chicago about the blues and jazz. I started by telling him I am working on a fiction project, "The Bluesmen."
He says, "Yeah, well I'm from Chicago, home of the blues."
"Yeah," I said, "after the blues greats moved up from the Mississippi Delta -- John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, all those great guys. I was in Clarksdale, Mississippi a year ago this month. The heart of the Delta Blues country. And when you see how big those cotton fields are, you get an idea of how the blues was born there."
Then I thought very quickly of the alto sax great Charlie Parker, The Bird. I got very emotional.
"You know," I said, "Charlie Parker flies into Paris and he's getting off the plane. All these people are applauding and cheering. The Bird looks around, and then realizes: They're cheering for me, man. They're cheering for me."
So I am getting off the flight from Dulles in DC to CDG in Paris on March 26, 2009, and I am talking to a brother from Chicago about the blues and jazz. I started by telling him I am working on a fiction project, "The Bluesmen."
He says, "Yeah, well I'm from Chicago, home of the blues."
"Yeah," I said, "after the blues greats moved up from the Mississippi Delta -- John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, all those great guys. I was in Clarksdale, Mississippi a year ago this month. The heart of the Delta Blues country. And when you see how big those cotton fields are, you get an idea of how the blues was born there."
Then I thought very quickly of the alto sax great Charlie Parker, The Bird. I got very emotional.
"You know," I said, "Charlie Parker flies into Paris and he's getting off the plane. All these people are applauding and cheering. The Bird looks around, and then realizes: They're cheering for me, man. They're cheering for me."
Friday, March 20, 2009
WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH THE RISING SUN...
...and played track four of my digitally-remastered version of Bob Marley and The Wailers' "Legend" album.
If you do not have this work, get it, in whatever format you prefer; then put on the fourth track and listen to Mr. Marley's fine poetry and also listen to the song's fine bass work.
If you do not have this work, get it, in whatever format you prefer; then put on the fourth track and listen to Mr. Marley's fine poetry and also listen to the song's fine bass work.
Monday, March 16, 2009
THE SCREAM THAT CHANGED ROCK 'N' ROLL
BY PAUL HEIDELBERG
STAFF WRITER
www.musicoftheworldXXI.blogspot.com
Listening to a digitally- remastered version of “The Buddy Holly Story” recently, I kept listening to the scream in “Oh Boy.”
I thought, this was very ahead of its time – as in portending the screams of The Doors’ Jim Morrison, and even the primal screams of John Lennon (who was very much influenced by Holly, of course, as Paul McCartney was recently quoted in Rolling Stone magazine).
Also, listening to Holly’s guitar work, I thought, “Presley did not play the guitar like this; this is pretty strong stuff for the 1950s.”
As I have written at this music blog
www.musicoftheworldXXI.blogspot.com
that guitar playing, along with the playing of such great Black guitarists as Elmore James and McKinley Morganfield (aka Muddy Waters) ushered in the “Freaked Out 60s Rock Guitar” of such musicians as Jimi Hendrix, fellow-Texan-to-Holly, Johnny Winter, Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead, and later, also a fellow-Texan-to Holly, Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Speaking with a member of The Picks, who backed Holly on such classic rock tunes as “Oh Boy,” “Maybe Baby” and seven other songs, I was set straight on that scream.
The man who set me straight is John Pickering, who now lives in Houston, but grew up in Lubbock with Holly. John was several years older than Holly, but his wife Vicky was Holly’s high school classmate. John was honored for his work with The Picks and Holly in a Senate Resolution at the State Capitol in Austin, February 23, 2009.
When asked what he remembers most about Holly, John said: “He was really an average sort of guy. He was pretty tall for the time, and skinny. He didn’t play any sports, and he wasn’t very popular.
“But when he got up on the stage in the high school auditorium and picked up a guitar and started playing, he was a completely different person. He changed completely.”
Bob Lapham and John’s older brother Bill were the two other members of The Picks. Bill died at the age of 58 in 1985 but Lapham was on hand with John to receive the award in Austin last month.
John, who earned a living as a petroleum engineer, later explained to me how tunes such as “Oh Boy” and “Maybe Baby” had been recorded by producer (and co-author of some of Holly’s tunes) Norman Petty at the officers club at Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma City.
Petty later brought the Picks to a recording studio in Clovis, New Mexico, to add backing vocals.
Petty knew the Picks from Lubbock and was familiar with the work Bill and John had done with their parents as members of The Pickering Family Singers, who had sung gospel and other types of music since the parents started The Pickerings in the 1930s.
Recalling that hot Saturday afternoon, July 12, 1957, when The Picks went into that Clovis, New Mexico, studio to lay down backing vocals, John has written:
“Norman played the tape about 10 times before Bill and I had the background worked out. Then, for about five times through, Bill sang Bob’s part to him [John explained to me that Bill sang the top of the register, Bob Lapham the bottom, and he sang middle]. We rehearsed the tape about five times more, with Bill wearing earphones. Bob and I preferred to sing with the small speakers in the studio, turned down low enough to prevent any feedback.”
Remembering those early days of rock’n’roll, John told me the speakers and Ampex tape machines Petty used were “state of the art” for the 1950s.
“The speakers were huge,” John said. “And Norman was way ahead of his time, the way he overdubbed and laid down tracks.”
When John visited my home recently, I showed him my “The Buddy Holly Story” CD and told him, “You’d better be getting royalties from this.”
He told me that he, and The Picks, never received royalties. John said Petty assured The Picks the work they were doing backing Holly would help their future music careers.
Of course, The Picks’ association with Holly ended abruptly with that tragic plane crash in Iowa February 3, 1959, that took the lives of 22-year-old Holly, The Big Bopper and Richie Valens.
John said he has not sought legal recourse regarding royalties. “I would have to sue the family,” he told me. “I’m not going to do that.”
It was after John had returned to Houston, and I had read some notes from his memoir of his days with The Picks and Buddy Holly (he told me the manuscript is nearly completed) that I read it had been his brother Bill, not Holly, who came up with that scream that takes “Oh Boy” to another level, in this writer’s opinion.
After I had emailed him with words such as: “That was your brother who did that scream? I always thought that was Buddy screaming,” John replied:
Yes, my brother Bill added the "EE-EE-EE-EE" at the end of the "dum-de-dum-dum" bridge. It was a melodious yell, which was unprecedented at the time, as was overdubbing in general. We set a lot of new precedents with our 1957 work, and have been harmonically emulated over the years. It would have helped if people had known it was us, and that was supposed to happen. It never did, but we'll just take what we have now and go on.
Yes, you go on, John, and you too – Bob Lapham, Bill Pickering, and Buddy Holly.
Rock has never been the same since your music was born (not died).
(NOTE: The Music of “The Sixties” figures importantly in Paul Heidelberg’s novel CHASING FREEDOM, which he wrote while living in Spain from June, 2004 to August, 2006 [the neo-nonfiction novel is available at www.amazon.com, www.bn.com, etc.]; Heidelberg is returning to Europe to live later this month, where writing projects include completing his screenplay, “The Bluesmen,” based on his near life-long love of the blues, and his March, 2008 journey to the “Word Capitol Of The Blues,” Clarksdale, Mississippi, in the heart of the Mississippi Delta.)
STAFF WRITER
www.musicoftheworldXXI.blogspot.com
Listening to a digitally- remastered version of “The Buddy Holly Story” recently, I kept listening to the scream in “Oh Boy.”
I thought, this was very ahead of its time – as in portending the screams of The Doors’ Jim Morrison, and even the primal screams of John Lennon (who was very much influenced by Holly, of course, as Paul McCartney was recently quoted in Rolling Stone magazine).
Also, listening to Holly’s guitar work, I thought, “Presley did not play the guitar like this; this is pretty strong stuff for the 1950s.”
As I have written at this music blog
www.musicoftheworldXXI.blogspot.com
that guitar playing, along with the playing of such great Black guitarists as Elmore James and McKinley Morganfield (aka Muddy Waters) ushered in the “Freaked Out 60s Rock Guitar” of such musicians as Jimi Hendrix, fellow-Texan-to-Holly, Johnny Winter, Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead, and later, also a fellow-Texan-to Holly, Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Speaking with a member of The Picks, who backed Holly on such classic rock tunes as “Oh Boy,” “Maybe Baby” and seven other songs, I was set straight on that scream.
The man who set me straight is John Pickering, who now lives in Houston, but grew up in Lubbock with Holly. John was several years older than Holly, but his wife Vicky was Holly’s high school classmate. John was honored for his work with The Picks and Holly in a Senate Resolution at the State Capitol in Austin, February 23, 2009.
When asked what he remembers most about Holly, John said: “He was really an average sort of guy. He was pretty tall for the time, and skinny. He didn’t play any sports, and he wasn’t very popular.
“But when he got up on the stage in the high school auditorium and picked up a guitar and started playing, he was a completely different person. He changed completely.”
Bob Lapham and John’s older brother Bill were the two other members of The Picks. Bill died at the age of 58 in 1985 but Lapham was on hand with John to receive the award in Austin last month.
John, who earned a living as a petroleum engineer, later explained to me how tunes such as “Oh Boy” and “Maybe Baby” had been recorded by producer (and co-author of some of Holly’s tunes) Norman Petty at the officers club at Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma City.
Petty later brought the Picks to a recording studio in Clovis, New Mexico, to add backing vocals.
Petty knew the Picks from Lubbock and was familiar with the work Bill and John had done with their parents as members of The Pickering Family Singers, who had sung gospel and other types of music since the parents started The Pickerings in the 1930s.
Recalling that hot Saturday afternoon, July 12, 1957, when The Picks went into that Clovis, New Mexico, studio to lay down backing vocals, John has written:
“Norman played the tape about 10 times before Bill and I had the background worked out. Then, for about five times through, Bill sang Bob’s part to him [John explained to me that Bill sang the top of the register, Bob Lapham the bottom, and he sang middle]. We rehearsed the tape about five times more, with Bill wearing earphones. Bob and I preferred to sing with the small speakers in the studio, turned down low enough to prevent any feedback.”
Remembering those early days of rock’n’roll, John told me the speakers and Ampex tape machines Petty used were “state of the art” for the 1950s.
“The speakers were huge,” John said. “And Norman was way ahead of his time, the way he overdubbed and laid down tracks.”
When John visited my home recently, I showed him my “The Buddy Holly Story” CD and told him, “You’d better be getting royalties from this.”
He told me that he, and The Picks, never received royalties. John said Petty assured The Picks the work they were doing backing Holly would help their future music careers.
Of course, The Picks’ association with Holly ended abruptly with that tragic plane crash in Iowa February 3, 1959, that took the lives of 22-year-old Holly, The Big Bopper and Richie Valens.
John said he has not sought legal recourse regarding royalties. “I would have to sue the family,” he told me. “I’m not going to do that.”
It was after John had returned to Houston, and I had read some notes from his memoir of his days with The Picks and Buddy Holly (he told me the manuscript is nearly completed) that I read it had been his brother Bill, not Holly, who came up with that scream that takes “Oh Boy” to another level, in this writer’s opinion.
After I had emailed him with words such as: “That was your brother who did that scream? I always thought that was Buddy screaming,” John replied:
Yes, my brother Bill added the "EE-EE-EE-EE" at the end of the "dum-de-dum-dum" bridge. It was a melodious yell, which was unprecedented at the time, as was overdubbing in general. We set a lot of new precedents with our 1957 work, and have been harmonically emulated over the years. It would have helped if people had known it was us, and that was supposed to happen. It never did, but we'll just take what we have now and go on.
Yes, you go on, John, and you too – Bob Lapham, Bill Pickering, and Buddy Holly.
Rock has never been the same since your music was born (not died).
(NOTE: The Music of “The Sixties” figures importantly in Paul Heidelberg’s novel CHASING FREEDOM, which he wrote while living in Spain from June, 2004 to August, 2006 [the neo-nonfiction novel is available at www.amazon.com, www.bn.com, etc.]; Heidelberg is returning to Europe to live later this month, where writing projects include completing his screenplay, “The Bluesmen,” based on his near life-long love of the blues, and his March, 2008 journey to the “Word Capitol Of The Blues,” Clarksdale, Mississippi, in the heart of the Mississippi Delta.)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
BUDDY HOLLY -- RAVE ON -- LIVES ON (WRITTEN WEEK OF FEBRUARY 3, 2009)
This musician of the XX Century lives on in this XXI Century, and beyond.
After listening to my recently-received CD "The Buddy Holly Story" (this re-issue was not available a few years back -- get it), I write:
Listening to tunes such as "Maybe Baby," "That'll Be The Day," "Peggy Sue" and "Rave On," I had this lucid thought: Presley could not play the guitar like this. (Perhaps Crickets band memeber Waylon Jennings is getting some licks in, too).
Holly "ushered in" the whole Sixties Rock Guitar Thing: The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead, etc.
Holly, and such great Black guitarists as Elmore James and Muddy Waters, that is, did the ushering.
Get "The Buddy Holly Story" in any format you choose, and when you listen to it, get to the volume control on whatever you are using to hear this great work, and TURN IT UP.
After listening to my recently-received CD "The Buddy Holly Story" (this re-issue was not available a few years back -- get it), I write:
Listening to tunes such as "Maybe Baby," "That'll Be The Day," "Peggy Sue" and "Rave On," I had this lucid thought: Presley could not play the guitar like this. (Perhaps Crickets band memeber Waylon Jennings is getting some licks in, too).
Holly "ushered in" the whole Sixties Rock Guitar Thing: The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead, etc.
Holly, and such great Black guitarists as Elmore James and Muddy Waters, that is, did the ushering.
Get "The Buddy Holly Story" in any format you choose, and when you listen to it, get to the volume control on whatever you are using to hear this great work, and TURN IT UP.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Astral Weeks, CHASING FREEDOM/ADD 1 ASTRAL WEEKS LIVE, POSTED 2/27/09
Today I am adding a reproduction of a not-easily-legible writer's handwriting spontaneous music review of the Astral Weeks Live At The Hollywood Bowl work by Van Morrison: succinctly -- I may like the original work better, except for cuts such as "Slim Slow Slider." To paraphrase Mr. McKinley Morganfield, don't be cheap, spend some cash and get this work, and the as-they-say seminal original, recorded in New York City in 1968, reputedly in two days, and featuring great work by many, including Modern Jazz Quartet drummer Connie Kay, who is no longer with us.
After reading Rolling Stone magazine's second recent mention of Van Morrison's live recording of Astral Weeks in L.A. last month, I wanted to write: I have been a fan of this great work since I first heard it, in a little cafe on a beautiful -- then pristine -- beach in Matala, Crete, Greece. If you do not have the CD version of Astral Weeks, get it (or in MP3 format, or whatever), and then get this live version when it is released. Van Morrison figures importantly into my novel CHASING FREEDOM, available at www.amazon.com and www.bn.com, etc. You can read book excerpts by going to www.books.google.com and searching for CHASING FREEDOM by Paul Heidelberg. Then go to the book preview link and enter Astral Weeks in the search field (and later, you might search for The Blues, etc.) The first hit involves hearing Astral Weeks for the first time. Later hits involve San Francisco during "The Sixties." I consider this book to be a neo-nonfiction novel of the Internet Age (if you read about a musician you are not familiar with, for example, such as Sam Lightnin' Hopkins, then use the Internet to search and learn). Note: the book's cover illustration is artwork created by using modern computer software to alter a 35mm photo slide taken in the studios of the San Francisco Art Institute, where Jerry Garcia studied painting in the 1960s and Ansel Adams founded the photography department in the 1940s. (Don't miss the original bell bottoms the woman on the cover is wearing -- when I see the work I usually think of Eric Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues.) I wrote the book while living in a little village in the highest mountains in Spain; to "reward myself" when I had finished the project, I treated myself to the great performance by Van The Man in Granada I describe in an earlier blog below. Note: the book's cover is suitable for framing, as they say. I have had photography and paintings shown in galleries across the U.S., including San Francisco and South Florida, and I would not sell the book's cover artwork for anything near what you can get the book for. So, two suggestions: get Astral Weeks, studio version, and live version to come, and check out my novel CHASING FREEDOM at www.books.google.com and get it at www.amazon.com, www.bn.com, etc. (Third blog at this site in as many days, hmmmmm.)
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