tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64175915061326937502024-03-05T04:52:05.274-08:00Coffee With Merle TorpitudeCoffee With Merle Torpitude: Chris O'Connell Chats With Merle About Music, Life, and That Other Important Thing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06915150328911578075noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417591506132693750.post-56422137782372170162013-08-29T14:57:00.001-07:002013-08-29T14:57:38.764-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Late summer, into autumn, is my Respite Season. For months my days have been plagued with the sounds of children shrieking with abandon at the pool across the way, and with ambulance sirens wailing and offending on their lumbering sprints into the Emergency bay at the hospital on the corner. I’ve been playing Guess The Breed as lapdogs have been barking into the surrounding hard surfaces lining this little lagoon I live on, undoubtedly feeling beefier and tougher when their barks instantly echo back. Summer’s reign is fading, and some of the jocularity, the team spirit, the seasonal, intoxicated laughter is mercifully waning. I am ready for hibernation and solitude, a take-out Everett & Jones barbecue combo plate and a big ol’ ice-cold Trader Joe’s Limeade.</span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Frankly, I’ve been stuck, blocked, hamstrung. My summer has brought some excellent players into my sphere, and rehearsals hummed along until other obligations pulled them away from arranging these old tunes that I love. My blog, a casualty of summer and unwillingness, has been designated an abandoned asylum. I’m bored with my own history. I wonder, “Where’s the funny stuff? Sing through me, O Daughters of Zeus! Gimme a bone here!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Turns out the Muses have been camping out at my mailbox, and I never noticed until a week ago. Poster tube after shipping box after slick, opaque envelope - sometimes a single serving, sometimes three and four per day: the solicitation begins. It’s Payola Time!</span></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #783f04;">I am a lifetime member of the Country Music Association by some comical quirk of fate. </span></span></span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A friend in the country and western field thought it would be mutually beneficial if he were to provide me with a membership. Far be it from me to refuse; it might just come in handy one day. </span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">November is fast approaching, and with it the CMA Awards. Yay.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The fine art of pandering without sacrificing any plaid-shirtsleeves-rolled-up, backwards-ball-cap <i>cool</i> is presenting six shows a week in and around my mailbox. Sometimes the "incentives" are too bulky to fit in the box. My mail lady then dutifully dumps them at my door. These are the hilarious and sometimes disturbing efforts to bag my votes for Entertainer of the Year, Vocalist of the Year, Album of the Year, Musical Event of the Year, New Artist of the Year. I have opened </span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">valentines</span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> from “The Next <b>Big Voice</b> In Country Music” (sadly, not Haggard) and “The New Hat In Town” (not Tom Mix). If the Next <b>Big Voice</b> were also the New Hat, think of all the trees that could be saved. One promo piece came disguised as a U.S. Passport. Cute. I saw this very same format used for a wedding invitation and reception two years ago. I’ve been bombarded with </span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">love</span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> by ten artists I’ve never heard of. Two vinyl LPs made their way from Nashville in what can only be described as pizza delivery boxes. I’ve received a 12”x16” poster from one artist’s management in a shipping tube that is over 21” long with a 10” circumference and would have held 100 posters, not just one. Evidently the only “green” valued in Nashville is the kind that buys more ball caps, more worn-out t-shirts, and more working girl stilettoes ‘n’ bustiers ‘n’ kozmetix ‘n’ kounterfeit kleavage.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My favorite feature in all this gratis junk is</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the no-uncertain-terms sticker affixed to the bait: “For Promotion Only - Ownership Reserved By [record company] - Sale Is Unlawful”. First they buy you a lobster dinner; when dessert is done they threaten you with cement overshoes. I feel robbed, with all this giveth-ing and taketh-ing away. I’m tempted to sell this stuff cheap, but I’ve</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">been to Rahway (now East Jersey State Prison): the Big House is just no place for a girl like me. Besides, they’re having MRSA outbreaks among the prisoners. That alone is enough to make me steer clear. I promise I won’t sell any of the CDs, DVDs, vinyl - none of it. I’ll save all of it until Hanukkah and Christmas are tapping me on the shoulder, at which time I shall "repurpose" them. </span></div>
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I’m thinking about write-in votes. Stringbean. Grandpa Jones. My personal favorite and spiritual kin, Cousin Jody. Maybe someone who tallies up the votes might see my suggestions, and get a good laugh and a brief glimpse of how it used to be done in the days when a simple heartsong had more impact than an anthem.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Somewhere in this process she must have been considering a Plan B, another way to invest her energies and her talents, a different kind of gig that would fulfill her and bring joy, or at least comfort, to others. I understand she has a new book coming out called <b>“Simple Dreams.”</b> She is smart, she’s talented, she has both experience and wisdom. You can’t lie around in your flannels and expect to purchase qualities like those online with your debit card. She earned it, all of it, by slugging it out in the trenches and giving, giving. I’m confident that she will find unique ways to be creative and useful. I don’t find it easy to digest the fact that most of my own life is gone, or that much of it was squandered. We are all being called to the finish line, but while we’re still here we would do well to remember that it’s not the amount of time left that matters. It’s how we summon the courage to continue living meaningful lives in the face of struggles that threaten to shut us down. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Linda Ronstadt has a tough road ahead. I wish her a miraculous absence of suffering and fear, with no regret, only gratitude and contentment. I hope she will be surrounded by family and friends who honestly have her well-being at heart. I hope she understands the tremendous impact she has had on contemporary music, and among fans and singers who have looked to her as a mentor. May twilight bring to her window a rainbow of birds, with melodies of love and comfort and reminders of a life well-lived. That will assign full-circle meaning to every note she gave us.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for asking, Merle! Mmmmm ... Elvis! So many great hits, so many of them written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, including “Viva Las Vegas”, “Little Sister”, and a fine little number found on “Be Right Back!” called “(Marie’s the Name) His Latest Flame”. Originally recorded by my friend Del Shannon, reportedly in June, 1961, and cut by Elvis shortly thereafter, the song holds lots of memories for me, some of a relatively happy time growing up in Virginia, with an older brother whose slick, black pompadour rivaled Elvis’, courtesy Brylcreem (“A little dab’ll do ya!”) When he would come to pick me up at school in his black ’61 Chevy Impala 2-dr Bubbletop (with moons) to drive me across town to a standing monthly medical appointment, it was just like Elvis had walked into the classroom. Chatter stopped. Admiration commenced. It was the pomp. It was the swagger. Every time I hear Del or Elvis or Orbison I think of those days, and of the undeniable impact of AM radio. It was what this white, suburban Catholic girl had to groove on: Jack Alix wh-wh-wh-whippin' it on his listeners on Arlington, Virginia's WEAM (5,000 watts), Marvelous Marv Brooks and Bob Raleigh on WPGC out of Morningside, Maryland (10,000 watts, broadcasting in daytime only!). These shows, along with the likes of Milt Grant's TV Dance Party on WTTG-TV Channel 5, were powerful enough to shape my developmental musical awareness, which was born within the dovetails between the Everlys and the Beatles, The Miracles and the Marvelettes.</span></i></div>
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Coffee With Merle Torpitude: Chris O'Connell Chats With Merle About Music, Life, and That Other Important Thing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06915150328911578075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417591506132693750.post-30458148140253797752012-10-30T17:42:00.000-07:002012-10-30T22:43:24.057-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"From a long way away I picked up a lot of buzz about you at the Hardly Strictly Festival. Sounds like I missed a great party. But what could be better than Chris O'Connell being back on stage? Well how about Blackie Farrell being back on stage and healthy? I hear he did great." ~ Merle</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Our set was 35 minutes. Maybe we went a little long, I don’t know, I don’t wear a watch anymore. Blackie and I were the extra credit window dressing on this gig. Bill has been recording Blackie’s songs for decades and has given him valued visibility in the swamped field of songwriters. A supportive and esteemed friend for more than 40 years, a vivid storyteller whose most recognizable tunes, “Mama Hated Diesels” and “Sonora’s Death Row” are cult classics, Blackie has songs in his catalogue few people have ever heard. I have old Blackie Farrell demos on cassettes that were sent to Asleep At The Wheel from Bug Music, the Nashville/L.A. publishing house that was absorbed by BMG/Chrysalis not long ago. Over the years these cassettes accumulated in my apple crate of songwriter demos, and I still listen to them on my little Sony jambox. It’s almost like a history lesson: “Angie’s Arms”. “Cold Country Blues”. “Red Cajun Girl”. “Another Go-Round To Go”. "The Hobo Who's Holdin' Your Hand". </i></span></span></i></span><i></i><br />
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Coffee With Merle Torpitude: Chris O'Connell Chats With Merle About Music, Life, and That Other Important Thing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06915150328911578075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417591506132693750.post-39566590317626034832012-09-02T19:14:00.000-07:002012-09-03T19:08:57.035-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;">When I first started singing I was learning derivative versions of songs; before I was a teenager I heard Arthur Alexander through John Lennon’s version of “Anna” and Don Covay through Mick Jagger’s stone cop of “Mercy Mercy”. It wasn’t till I left my home in Virginia and became surrounded by players a few years ahead of me that I started to see the complete family tree. Irma Thomas and Helen Humes and Little Jimmy Scott and Dinah Washington and Big Joe Turner - “nice to meet you!” In fact, it was you, Merle, who turned me on to Irma Thomas shortly after I got to California. It was a great time to be in music, in the early 70s, and once The Wheel got to Berkeley inspiration was coming in under the door. A turntable. Floor speakers. A burgeoning collection of cool and interesting vinyl. <i>Freedom</i>.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;">I chose songs that I thought were poignant or droll or evocative. That’s what I’ve always done. I have trouble singing lyrics that don’t paint a picture. I left my toughest song until the very end of the vocal sessions, and then I had to get on the mad side to sing it. I have often used anger for situational management. (Ask anyone who knows me!) Fortunately for all involved, this time it turned out in our favor! In coming back to singing after having been away so long I had to reintroduce myself to my own vocal chops and try to remember my shortcuts, how to get from point A to point B without dropping the character or the intensity, how to maintain pitch and tone while increasing thrust, how to inhabit the song. That last one is the hardest, because some of the material is stark and desolate. It’s painful to tell some of the stories on this record. Yeah, I still call it a record. "<i>I hate it - I’m never doing this again. I mean it. We're done." "I love this, it’s so huge and swingin'!" "Wait a minute, that can be better." "This song hates me." "It wasn’t as hard as I imagined it would be." "How did he make it sound so effortless? It's not." "I just got lucky there!"</i> That's how it all went down. That’s how enduring things are made.</span></div>
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Coffee With Merle Torpitude: Chris O'Connell Chats With Merle About Music, Life, and That Other Important Thing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06915150328911578075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417591506132693750.post-31700263423675149622012-07-09T15:25:00.000-07:002012-07-09T15:27:48.466-07:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There are two sides to the method for me, Merle. One is, you hang around this business long enough, you meet people, clever people who can do things you can’t do. I’ve met lots of songwriters over the years, and I’ve noticed how hard it is for some of these people to even get noticed or garner applause for their humor or their heartache. They have a talent for yanking my feelings out of me and putting them on paper with such accuracy that I can’t not sing them. Ever since the Wheel got hooked up with the Cody band, the mantra has been “take your friends with you”. I think that’s an honorable way to walk through this world. And so on this album I have material written by old friends: LeRoy Preston, Blackie Farrell, Bill Kirchen, Brenda Burns. I can write, and I used to write a lot, but two things happened that influenced that: First, everything that I wrote between 1965 and 1970 was lost when a roving band of West Virginia hillbillies set my ’63 Mercury Monterey on fire. My lyrics, my artwork, my clothes, 90% of everything I owned was in the trunk and went up in flames. The steering wheel melted. The seats were nothing but springs. I took it as a sign that there might be better songs outside the trunk. Second, a friend in the business listened to one of my tunes and said, “Too many words”. Maybe he was being a sanctimonious jerk, maybe he was just expressing an opinion that I inflated to the size of an insult. Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to show enthusiasm that day, or maybe he was trying to save me from myself. I’ll never know. It didn’t stop me from writing, but it did stop me from sharing my songs with anyone. So I have relied on other writers over the years to explore the depths of living and then allow me to interpret their lyrics and their melodies. That’s what I've always been, an interpreter of song.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Part of my problem is that I am ten years old. If I hear a song I want to sing I take a run at it. Like a wide-eyed kid I rush into things and I don’t know that there are tunes that are unsuited for my voice, or that someone my age shouldn’t sing because it might embarrass the young folks. I’m impulsive and I try them. I <b><i>want</i></b> to be ten, without the responsibility of making difficult decisions. I want to just get my hands on the thing and start molding. And on this project I tried 14 songs: that's a lot of clay for someone who was coming off of a ten-, eleven-year sabbatical. When I first heard the songs I thought lots of things: “I can sing that,” or “That’s a killer melody,” or “That’s an emotional volcano,” or “That’s funny as hell!” or “That could make a dead man cry,” or “That’s as dry as a dustbowl martini.” And my cool-o-meter was pegging based on what I used to be able to sing before I left music for a decade. Guitar tracks were really not much of a problem for me, even though I hadn’t played in ages. When I got right down to laying down vocal tracks, though, there was a lot of catching up to be done, a lot of remembering how to get from “a” to “b”, a bit of wrestling the old licks out of the footlocker and dusting them off to help me tell the stories. It was good to break through the vocal paralysis in Austin, but it was a demeaning exercise. It was work. It was frustrating, infuriating, unrewarding work on a lot of levels. And when I returned to California I honestly didn’t care if the project never saw the light of day. I was ready to bag it. </span></span></div>
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Coffee With Merle Torpitude: Chris O'Connell Chats With Merle About Music, Life, and That Other Important Thing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06915150328911578075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417591506132693750.post-18563303315709192132012-06-07T22:35:00.002-07:002012-06-07T23:03:23.709-07:00<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We did a lot of really great work together - like Johnny just told me when I saw him at the Freight and Salvage last month, "You know what? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>We were good!" </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And we were. He and I cut a Brook Benton-Dinah Washington tune called "Baby, You've Got What It Takes" and it was killer! But the best jams happened on the bus or in the motel bathrooms where there were plenty of hard surfaces to create natural reverb. He and I recorded a cassette of a half-dozen tunes, just a cappella, in the bathroom - maybe it was when we were playing at the Shy Clown in Sparks, Nevada - and we called ourselves The Toilet Tones. He sang Lonnie Johnson's "Tomorrow Night", a gorgeous ballad which I had heard by Laverne Baker, and I wailed the steel guitar/Anita Kerr soprano part in the background, and then we cut duo versions of Hank Williams' "Weary Blues" and the Holland-Dozier-Holland hit "Can I Get A Witness". I sang a LeRoy Preston song called "Jimmy Lee", which was a take-off on his "Rosalie" (always gender switching on these tunes!) - it's a real hillbilly thing involving lies, infidelity and gunfire. I just love it, always have. There are probably a couple more songs on that cassette that I don't remember now (it was 33 years ago! - if I'da wanted to alphabetize every memory I'da told Ray Benson - he has a phenomenal memory). Johnny and Franny were always drinking and smoking cigarettes and singing. To be surrounded by such natural and authentic talent was a real education and a real honor. The bus was where I heard lots of material that was new to me. University on Wheels. Wouldn't trade it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can find Suzy Thompson here: <a href="http://www.ericandsuzy.com/suzymore.htm">http://www.ericandsuzy.com/suzymore.htm</a></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's Johnny Nicholas' website with info on his latest CD: <a href="http://johnnynicholasblues.com/">http://johnnynicholasblues.com/</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's where I came in this past weekend. Louise was out here for several gigs, so I just thought it would be a kick to have her sing some standard weeper with me to offset all the impact lug nut wrench lust that was happening in the rooms. So I picked one that was easy when I was 22 and right challenging now that I'm far beyond 22. I put Louise up on top like Patsy Sledd used to sing with Tammy Wynette and we sang "Apartment #9". I have to hand it to Louise, she put it all to the grindstone and supported me with that stratospheric 1969 radio stuff that as a young singer coming up I used to strive for in recordings but could never enjoy live, being The Girl Singer among men. Louise is a real sport. We wrung our hands over the tune backstage three nights in a row, joking about ending it all before the song was called, or just walking to the back of the green room and hurling. She compared it to walking the plank, and I readily agreed. Prayer, water, Guafenesin, compulsive throat-clearing, all rusty tools in the dilapidated tool box. It's funny what we do to pass that interminable, tedious time before the bandleader calls us up: peeing takes precisely as much time as pacing, but you don't want to get caught with your pants down once the fanfare strikes. A lot of performers will tell you once they get on the bandstand and see the audience that all their fears dissolve. I'm the opposite. Monitor bugs, flaccid microphone stands, lost cheat sheets for the lyrics I haven't sung in forty years ~ it all factors in to the fantods. And faces. If an audience is close enough to look up my nose it brings to mind that question from the book of Job: "Why do the righteous suffer?"</span></div>
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(Still working on exterminating the bugs from these links; if it does not connect you to my page, just copy/paste the link into your search bar for now. If that doesn't work we'll find out who's in charge and give him a thrashing he'll never forget!)</div>
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Stroll on over and take a look! Your questions, comments and suggestions are always welcome. Stick with us as we build this network - the more the merrier, right?</div>
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