Friday, April 30, 2010

A Love Fiction

A small driftwood mobile dances slowly in the window, just visible past the brown paisley print cloth curtains. A hint of sandalwood incense floats in the breeze. Ferns and philodendrons crowd together under the sill in a damp clay bed of earth. Faded colors no longer shimmer on the sea shells, which lay tucked tightly together along a small uneven brick path intersecting a sparse overgrown lawn of weeds and grass.  

A woman's voice is audible- Why don't you put on that record I like. A man's voice replies- Which record you like?-


-You know the record. The one in your collection I really like. Trumpets and strings with the sweet vocals.  

- Trumpet and strings?-

-Yes. It's got that Spanish flavor and puts me in a good mood.-

-Miles' Sketches of Spain?-

 -Vocals and songs with trumpets, not trumpet, dork! God, you can be so dense.-

 The soft guitar opens in that flamenco classical half step up and half step down that seeps through into the air. "Yeah, said it's all right, I won't forget all the times I've waited patiently for you." The strings build in the background as the Herb Alpert styled brass bravado sweeps into the break. Spanish tile and arch doorways peer onto the busy streets with voices harmonizing "I think people are the greatest fun."

The woman's voice -Do you want any of this?-

A waft of smoke escapes around the bobbing fish-lined driftwood and into the atmosphere. "At my house I've got no shackles. You can come and look if you want to."

-Are you about done in there?-


-Yeesss.  Did you shower this morning?-


"Thrum-pum-pum-pum. And I'm wrapped in my armor but my things are material"

-Yes, but seeing you like that makes me dirty all over again.-

"Then you feel your heart beating thrum-pum-pum-pum."


You are so baaad! You're tickling me. Who is this?

"They're locking them up today. They're throwing away the key. I wonder who it will be tomorrow? You or me?"


-Love. Forever Changes.-


"Served My Time. Served it well." 

-Really? Love? I thought they were a punk band.- 


-No, just Arthur Lee and some friends for awhile in LA. Long ago.-


Trumpets pop, and the vocal rings "This is the the time and life that I am living and I'll face each day with a smile. For the time that I've been given is such a little while."


-That's nice.-


Fade out.

Monday, April 26, 2010

April is Schizophrenic



This month defies logic. I wrote a bunch of stuff at many intervals earlier in the month, but nothing seemed right/write, or least worthy of a post. Bakersfield weather usually finds the daytime temps in the low eighties for much of the month. Last year there was a mid-month blast of 90 degree weather for a week straight. We might have seen one day this month when it hit the eighty mark. I am not complaining, but the weather has been a March month of tremendous swings this April. Lots of rain for the region, high winds and big Fahrenheit swings that occur within a twenty-four hour period.  Sinus madness.

I'm waiting  on two CDs that are coming UPS. I did the Record Store Day on the 17th at our fine little local shop, World Records, but did not find anything I was in need of at the moment. There were some cool gems in the bins like Randy Bachman's New Guitar Summit . This has Randy Bachman, Jay Geils, Duke Robillard and Gary Beaudon all on guitar, and was recorded with very few takes for really fine results judging by the samples I've heard. Quiet scotch on the rocks listening.

I was tempted, because Randy Bachman, Jay Geils and Duke Robillard are all big faves of mine. Bachman was the unquestioned king of guitars in Canada during the 1960s, and Neil Young describes just sitting and watching Randy's fretwork at club performances to steal licks from him in his book, Shakey. Anyway, I'm sure the album is a good one, and was under 12 bucks, but I did not bite.

I really went looking for some lost Moby Grape material, but that is hard to come by anywhere these days. I did the online thing, which I mentioned in an earlier post for the two solo CDs that Peter Lewis put out, and then had to go online as well for the Jerry Miller Band release Life Is Like ThatWhenever I play some classic Grape tunes like Indifference, Hey Grandma, Can't Be So Bad and Murder in My Heart For the Judge I always sit in stunned amazement at Jerry's unbelievable guitar work. Killer tracks on Live Grape like Love You So Much, Lost Horizon and Up In The Air really showcase his talent also.

Not having the original albums readily available for so many years is such a disservice to both the band members and the music community at large. I have been fortunate to have owned the original vinyl recordings for every release they made from 1967 through 1984. But most of those records have passed beyond the acceptable listening standard for me, and I have tried to find digital replacements over the years.

I actually still own a very limited box set of the 1984 reunion album recorded at Matthew Katz Malibu home and studio. The box comes with six discs and all 12 songs from the album in various Popsicle colors with the famed band logo and the album art done by Mouse. Some of the tunes on the this limited release hold up fairly well, particularly the Jerry Miller-Don Stevenson tune Too Old To Boogie. The song is just a timeless straight rock tune with amazing guitar chops and a great vocal. Like so many latter day Moby Grape songs there is the bittersweet reflection of what could have been laced throughout the lyrical content. "Too old to boogie, too old to rock and roll, It ain't that you're not willing and it ain't cause you got no soul."

When I was the assistant manager at Tower Records on the corner of Columbus and Bay streets  I met with Matthew Katz (rhymes with crates) several times.  All was forgiven at the time between he and the band members, and they had gotten together to make one more great album. I was skeptical, but as a big fan, and in charge of one of the biggest record stores on the West Coast at the time, I offered to help push the record with a sizable buy if Katz would put a small advertising chunk down for the album art to appear on the store's wall. That old curmudge would not budge. It sold okay for a modest non-advertised  release, but got no air play anywhere.

The record itself sadly is not an honest Moby Grape record Although all five members contribute to the overall product, Skip Spence has a writing credit with Bob Mosley on the song Better Day. This album is really a Bob Mosley record with guest appearances by the three other integral members. Peter Lewis has a couple of songs to go with the Miller and Stevenson penned Too Old To Boogie.

Even a casual listener hears the guitar fills throughout the songs as very different from the trademark interplay that Miller and Lewis created around Spence hooks. Richard Dean on keyboards with Grisha Dimnant as the credited arranger just provide cliches where artistry was always the norm for this band, even at the most battered recorded point in their career, which definitely was the Fine Wine album from 1976. The album has some moments, thanks to Mosley's vocal work and the strength of several of the compositions. However, to hear a beautiful and haunting song like Lost Horizon get overblown bombast instead of the thoughtful licks and tone of the original recording on Live Grape clearly shows the talent did not have the final say on this record.

This was not the first time in the band's recorded history where getting cut out of the final process intervened to short circuit fine songs and stellar playing. Of all the Moby Grape albums released, 20 Granite Creek will always be the one looked back upon as the cruelest of them all.

In the late 1970s a reformed Moby Grape with Peter Lewis, Jerry Miller, Cornelius Bumpus, Christian Powell and John Oxindine were doing shows throughout the Bay Area to promote Live Grape, an album of new material recorded at a small San Francisco night club, The Shady Grove, and at another small venue in Cotati, The Inn of the Beginning. 

I went to a number of shows at both clubs and several other performances this band gave at the Keystones in Berkeley and Palo Alto. They played their asses off each and every time I saw them at these many stops in the Bay hoping a major league management company, or major label person with enough juice, could get them back on the track. Incendiary fifteen minute length performances of classic songs like Omaha and Hey Grandma closed many of these shows with epic guitar efforts by both Jerry and Peter heightened by Cornelius great work on the organ or sax. The band played the best version of JJ Cale's classic Cocaine I still have ever heard live.The crowds ate them up.

I spoke to both Jerry and Peter several times at some of these shows, and tried to get either to do an interview session at KPFA, but maybe the station's radical all over the place format, and my own time slot at 1:30AM to 7:AM on Thursday mornings, counseled them to do just the off the mike conversations we engaged in during 1978 and 1979.

I always asked after Skip, who at a few of these shows was actually in the building. But, in Jerry's words, "was being 'tended to by his girls." There was a sad resignation from both guys that "Skippy" simply had little self will left, or much control over his personal state. Hangers on always seemed to spoil the best laid plans. Both men indicated the band needed a shot of money to get to the next level and play at venues each believed the band was still very capable of succeeding at. Their equipment for the small clubs needed some serious upgrades for the larger venues. The night after night club shows were great rehearsals and prep for their reemergence on the big league music scene.

We talked of the lost in the shuffle records like Moby Grape "69 and Truly Fine Citizen. Both guys wished more time had been allowed to go into the making of both, and understood what both albums ultimately were. Some really good tunes mixed with some hasty efforts that could have been much more if time or circumstance had allowed. Both men hated the liner notes for Moby Grape '69

I brought up 20 Granite Creek at some point, and mentioned how much I loved Goin' Down To Texas and Chinese Song. Chinese Song was a Skip Spence original  with the author doing work on the koto. It remains an amazing and timeless instrumental that captures an East meets West magic in a beautiful five minute arrangement. Peter penned and did the vocals on Goin' Down To Texas, which is two minutes of pure guitar driven energy. He walked away at the one chat I brought this record up, and Jerry supplied the background.

The album had true greatness that was buried under one of the worst mixing jobs ever. Jerry offered  that whoever did the final mix-down made the songs sound like they were recorded in a submarine. Jerry thought Fred Catero did the damage, but it could have been a joint Rubinson and Catero affair that undid a splendid and promising record. Apocalypse and Horse Out In The Rain were totally ruined by the mix in Jerry's mind. That everyone in the band thought how bad the mixes were can be evidenced by Bob Mosely redoing one of his songs, Gypsy Wedding, (the opening track from the Grape album) for his 1972 solo record, which also was on Reprise. 

As a quick aside, a few years earlier when Jerry and Bob (a Duck in 1978) Mosely had recorded the Fine Wine album a young Michael Been had been in their lineup. Michael would surface just a couple of years later with a band, The Call, that would record Horse Out In The Rain as a nod to Moby Grape's frustrations. The Call had a few big hits in the 1980s with songs like The Walls Came Down, I Still Believe (Great Design) and Let The Day Begin.

Anyway, 20 Granite Creek reached #177 on the Billboard charts in 1971. At the time both Skip Spence and Peter Lewis were offered to join a promising new South Bay group, The Doobie Brothers, but declined to do this lost and submerged last David Rubinson affiliated record. Jerry spoke of still having a copy of the original 20 Granite Creek master tapes at that time, and that it was too bad the only document out in the record buying world had that Reprise label on them with the awful mixes.

Well, not many of these records are in existence today Jerry, so maybe there is a glimmer of hope that the original masters are with someone who will do the album some justice after nearly forty years. It won't be from the Jerry Miller collection, however, because nearly all of Jerry's memorabilia was lost during a flood that swept through his home a couple of years ago.  

So I'm waiting today for my Moby Grape Live CD, thinking what a difference this album will be from the many Grape albums released after their initial Columbia run from 1966 through 1969. The contents all lovingly restored by Bob Irwin at Sundazed Records, who deserves some medal of achievement for daring to swim in the shark tank that has consumed Moby Grape all these years.

Skip Spence would have turned 64 this April 18th. There is a website with some astonishing photos of Skip on the streets of San Jose that tell quite story of our society, and our Indifference to so many around us.

The sun shines and the temperatures are mild today in the high 70s. Tomorrow rain is forecast with much colder temperatures. That's April for you.

Thanks for stopping by.