Neal's Back: Wheel Out The Casalties...

It's been a good long while since I posted some Neal Casal here at One Buck Records. Time to change that. In the text accompanying my compilation introducing the man's music I already said most of what I wanted to say. Casal was a major talent, and deserves to be more widely known. So consider this new series of Casal albums my humble contribution towards this goal. Having followed Casal's career seriously, if not religiously, I still managed to pick up most of, then all, of his solo studio albums. However, that still left room to hunt for stuff that fell through the cracks, or hid in the margins. Casualties of circumstance, you could say. Or, rather, Casalties of circumstance. Ahem.

So, Casalties will the a three album series of rare and stray tracks, outtakes, demos, live tracs, contributions to tribute samplers and the like. Basically a big smorgasboard of goodies that aren't on any of Casal's regular studio albums. These albums heavily draw on the two rarities collections he issued - Field Recordings for Glitterhouse in 1997 and All Directions in 2006, as well as albums or EPs he did in collaboration with Shannon McNally and Kenny Roby. The albums will proceed chronologically, with Vol. 1 covering Casal's recording beginnings up to Basement Dreams. 

The first thing any listener will notice is that even for the stuff that didn't make albums or was somehow otherwise marginalized, is that the quality control is really high. Simply put, there's nothing bad on these albums, even the more experimental stuff that didn't make it onto Basement Dreams usually has something interesting going on. Speaking of Basement Dreams: That album was re-issued on Fargo in the 2000s as a special edition with a bonus dis full of unreleased stuff. This unreleased stuff will make up the back end of Casalties Vol. 1 and spill over onto the beginning of Vol. 2. The front half of Casalties Vol. 1 is essentially drawn from Field Recordings, plus "Black Honey", recorded for a Graham Parker tribute album. 

Casalties Vol. 1 should serve as a nice reminder of how, after years spent on the margins of the music business - among other things, as the guitar slinger for Blackfoot - fully formed Casal's music arrived once he got to record it. The album also shows how malleable it is. "Best To Believe" and "Angels On Hold", recorded like the whole Rain, Wind And Speed album essentially as solo acoustic numbers, they are here in full band versions, and arguably the better for it. Basement Dreams highlights and beloved Casal classics like "Highway Butterfly" and "No One Said A Word" can be heard as live versions here. All surrounded by a number of outtakes and demos that could have easily - and in some cases should have - been issued at the time.

Ready for a deep dive into the treasure trove of Neal Casal's hidden gems? Well, ready or not, here we go...

All Pearls, No Swine boldly go where they have never gone before...

 ...because after 15 volumes this series finally leaves the 70s and 80s behind to take a first foray into the 90s. The 90s were a weird decade for me, musically. They were my teenage to young adult years, so I was somewhat caught between the music of my peers (with all that that implies in a decade like the 90s) and trying to find my own interest and path in things that weren't on the charts, often while rifling through my dad's vinyls and feasting on music from yesteryear. 

But this specific situation also means, that I play a little more loosely with the 'hidden' part of the series subtitle. Several songs on here were actually sizeable hits, but none were world-wide mega hits, often hitting in one country or part of the world, but not others. Either way, these songs deserve to be heard, and that's what All Pearls, No Swine is all about...

Don't expect this to happen for future volumes, because it takes a while and makes for a really long post, but - as a first in APNS history - here are honest to goodness liner notes.

Whiskeytown - Take Your Guns To Town

Energetic opening track  from Rural Free Delivery, the EP of outtakes they gave to Mood Food in exchange of getting to sign with Outpost Recordings. All the things that made Whiskeytown great are on here. Reminds you how good Adams was back in the days. 

Bif Naked - Daddy's Gettin' Married

Fellow canadian Bif Naked, né Beth Torbert, was getting some "next big thing hype" in 1996, when everybody was looking for the new Alanis Morisette. It never happened, but "Daddy's Gettin' Married" - originally on her self-released debut album from two years earlier - then remixed and re-issued is a great little rock number.

Junkhouse - Burnt Out Car

Picked this up as a brown paper bag special full of 'surprise' maxi CD's for little money. Most of it was unknown crap of course, but this ballad by Canadian heavy rockers Junkhouse stood out easily. The details of life as a homeless person are captured excellently, Sarah McLachlan offers great vocal support. "Another Day In Paradise" this isn't. 

Quiver - Stanley Jonesin'

A weird sort of proggy 60s-influenced blues band I found by accident when I looked for the early 1970s band Quiver that fused with the Sutherland Brothers later on. I thought "Stanley Jonesin'" had a good groove, though it went way too long, so I created this "single edit" for a singke that never was. In the Brit Pop era it could have been, though.

When a single sells, despite the artist depiction looking like a mug shot...

Jimmy Nail - Big River 

One of the greatest songs of the decade, or any decade. Nail's nostalgic homage to his father and his hometown Newcastle was a top twenty hit in the UK and features great guitar work by Mark Knopfler. My dad wasn't a stevedore and I'm not a Geordie, but "My daddy was a working man / he earned his living with his hands" is totally true and the song's look on loss and carrying on is immensely touching, whether the song's specifics apply or not. The APNS cover for this volume is inspired by this great song, depicting Nail's big river: "...it was mine, the coaly Tyne..."

Liquido - Narcotic 

A top hit in its country of origin Germany, as well as a bunch of neighboring countries (Switzerland, Austria, Belgium and Italy), one hit wonder Liquido's singer-songwriter Wolfgang Schrödl (now here's a teutonic name for ya) came up with the impossibly catchy synth line on an old Roland D70. Like Van Halen's "Jump", it's proof that if the synth line is catchy enough, the song has no chance but to be awesome. 

Marcella Detroit - Lay Down Sally

Detroit, back when she was known as Marcy Levy, of course co-wrote this song with ol' Slowhand back in the day. She pulled it out as a b-side to her "I'm No Angel"-single in 1994. I really like the sleek, but relaxed groove on this. 

Electrafixion - Sister Pain

Arty cult band from the 80s undercover, part one. When the brain trust of Echo & The Bunnymen, Will Sergeant and Ian McCullough decided to collaborate again in 1994 they chose the moniker Electrafixion. This is one of the singles of their lone album, in a stripped down acoustic version.

Thom Bishop - American Reel

I didn't know much about Thom Bishop until researching him for these liner notes, since I picked up an album of very slick, rather unmemorable L.A. rock out of a "surprise bag" for little money. So color me surprised: Folkie and singer-songwriter since the early 70s, fiction writer under pen name Junior Burke, had his songs covered by Ritchie Havens and Bob Dylan, among others. Well, you never stop learning. Out of Restless State of Grace, the storytelling song "American Reel" sticks out and overcomes the production of its time.

You have it black on white: these dudes hardly know each other...

Stiltskin - Inside

Another not so hidden gem, a UK chart topper and top ten hit in most European countries, though success was more modest stateside. Stiltskin wasn't much of a band, more of a project for musician Peter Lawlor who wrote all the music and on this number plays all the instruments. Lead singer Ray Wilson parlayed his five minutes of fame into a shortlived stint as frontman of Genesis. Considering the stitched together nature, Stiltskin broke up shortly after. The song? Still a total banger, as the young would say. 

Rain Tree Crow - Blackwater

Arty cult band from the 80s undercover, part two. When the members of cult band Japan regrouped in the early 90s, they did so under moniker Rain Tree Crow. What was supposd to be an ongoing adventure became a one-off, but the absolutely magnificent "Blackwater" remains a testament to the band and David Sylvain's vocal brillance. 

Tanita Tikaram - I Might Be Crying

One hit wonder strikes back! There's many things I like about "I Might Be Crying": its Enya-like vocalizing at the beginning, its chugging beat and Tikaram's voice. Surprisingly, since "Twist In My Society" has always bothered me. 

Color Me Badd - All 4 Love

Another not so hidden gem, no. 1 hit stateside and chart hit in a number of countries. For a short moment, Color Me Badd were huge - no mean feat for a r'n'b band from *checks notes* Oklahoma City?! - but are almost entirely forgotten today. "All 4 Love" is a great, bouncy number, whose dizzy, sort of goofy energy and endless catchiness carry it nicely.   

Ok, maybe these guys took the band name a little too seriously...

John Wesley Harding - Other People's Failure

'Elvis Costello's wise-ass kid brother' was the label most used for Harding, and it's totally on the money. Harding's vocal timbre is amazingly close to Mr. McManus', and so are his witty observations. "Maybe you're insecure / neck deep in life's manure" wonders Harding to start before contemplating what makes people take pleasure in other people's failures. People gonna people, JWH. Really good song, though. 

Sister Double Happiness - Wheel's A -Spinning

Sister Double Happiness were known for their crunchy, blues-inspired hard rock, which admittedly isn't too much my shot of whiskey cup of tea. But when they went acoustic and unplugged, as on "Wheel's A-Spinning", good things could happen. And they do here. Catchy and bouncy.  

Robert McEntee - Like Thunder

McEntee already showed up on my Blue Rose label compilation, he's a veteran songwriter from Texas who in his Fifties finally cut his debut album, which included a number of low-key Americana gems like "Like Thunder". 

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - I Fought The Law

The Dirt covers The Clash. I like the redneck-y outlaw energy and usual lovely arrangement the Dirt Band brings to this. 

Aztec Camera - Good Morning Britain [Mendelsohn Single Mix]

Any Roddy Frame, mostly known as Aztec Camera, is surely welcome, especially if Mick Jones as special guest is invited. "Good Morning Britain" is one of the best numbers off 1990's Stray, in a different mix from the album and original single release. 

Yup, that's Britain all right...

Geoff Smith - Six Wings (Blissout)

Another brown paperbag special. I even picked up the album in a second-hand store afterwards. On that one, Mr. and Mrs. Smith are doing neo-classical adaptations of Emily Dickinson poetry. Not being an expert on such fare, it's pretty good, but I rarely listen to the whole thing. In order to have a single, they mixed "Six Wings Of Bliss" into a trip-hop inspired pop version. 

Type O Negative - Summer Breeze

This is my "Summer Breeze". I've never heard the soft-as-a-baby's butt original from Seals & Croft until a couple of years ago, but Type O Negative's chilling cover, which sounds like warm-up music for a serial killer on the prowl, has been with me since the mid-90s. Seriously, the lines about the curtains floating in the window take on a whole new meaning in this version. Better check if you closed all windows there...

Q: What kind of Byrd flies really high? A: A Phoenix!

When the Byrds entered the studio in 1970, they were cautiously optimistic about the sessions for their new album. Unlike the two predecessors, which were more or less cobbled together, they finally had a whole arsenal of impressive new songs at their disposal. The source: Ironically, one of Roger McGuinn's biggest misses and disappointments. Having spent most of 1969 - when not on tour with his band - on writing the hippie musical Gene Tryp, McGuinn finally had to accept that no company wanted to mount the production: too expensive, with a number of ambitious set pieces that demanded various decors. The fact that McGuinn, despite his rock star pedigree, and writing partner Jaques Levy were unknown and unproven in the musical world probably also played a role. So Gene Tryp was dead, but from its ashes rose...a Phoenix!

Phoenix was for a long while the working title for the 1970 album of the Byrds, before a snafu while prepping the artwork and sending it to the printer's ended up with the album being called (Untitled), much to the surprise of the band itself. But Phoenix was a fitting name for a band that played with renewed purpose, on the best and most consistent set of songs (on the studio record) they had since the days of the original band and The Notorious Byrd Brothers. Roger McGuinn had a single credit on The Ballad Of Easy Rider, but thanks to the Gene Tryp debacle, all of a sudden he was flush with great songs. All the McGuinn songs on this album were originally Gene Tryp songs, and they all range from good to great. 

If you've read my intro to the Byrds alt album series you know that it was the majesty of "Chestnut Mare" that relaunched my love for the Byrds, and it is generally acknowledged as the best Byrds song from the years after the original group broke up.It's also arguably the last truly great Byrds song, even though there is plenty to like on the last Byrds albums. Included on Phoenix along with the usual suspects from (Untitled) is "Kathleen's Song", a song that was slated for inclusion until the eleventh hour (and showed up as a printed title on some back covers) and the studio version of "Lover Of The Bayou" with some suitably menacing lead vocals and harmonica from McGuinn, turning the Byrds into southern swamp rockers in the Creedence Clearwater Revival mode for about five minutes. 

But what really sets the studio half of (Untitled) and by proxy Phoenix apart is the consistent quality of the contributions by the subsidiary members of the Byrds (minus one, more on that later). Having contributed the excellent "Gunga Din" to The Ballad Of Easy Rider, Gene Parsons continues his winning streak with "Yesterday's Train", a lovely meditation on reincarnation, inspired by band partner Battin's Buddhist beliefs and co-written with him. Speaking of the devil: While latter-day Byrds albums, especially Byrdmaniax, were torpedoed by the sometimes questionable taste and sound of Battin's co-writes with partner in crime Kim Fowley, this is not true for (Untitled)/Phoenix. Their ode to a randomly killed hippie, "You All Look Alike", ably sung by McGuinn, was nicely restrained considering its authors. And "Well Come Back Home" was lovely and moving, even though here on Phoenix it is shorn of its long Buddhist chant outro which is interesting once, but which you will not want to listen to repeatedly. It's interesting that the most 'jive' and novelty-song minded member of the Byrds contributed the two most timely and politically charged songs of the album. 

Clarence White stepped up with his version of Lowell George's "Truck Stop Girl", after George gave him a tape of songs from the at the time still moths away debut album of Little Feat. He also contributed "Take A Whiff On Me", which became a concert favorite for years to come. And speaking of Lowell George. Having access to his demo tape, the band also cut a warm, beautiful version of "Willin'" with Gene Parsons on lead vocals, yet disppointingly it stayed in the can. Not so on Phoenix of course! To make place for these songs, "Hungry Planet" from the original (Untitled) line-up gets kicked off, another contender for worst Byrds song (and way too long to boot), where McGuinn had taken a song from the Battin-Fowley team and then tried to improve it with some melody changes and Mood noodling. "None of us liked the way it turned out", noted Battin drily, and he's right. The song as presented sucks, and while it's not clear that the Battin original would have been better, I have the feeling McGuinn's intervention just made things way worse. 

Phoenix uses the longer, alternate versions of "Yesterday's Train" (I hesitated long time which version of "Train" to include, as they are both great in their own right) and "All The Things", and it ends with something McGuinn always wanted to do as a conclusion to an album. He always wanted to end one of their albums with an a capella rendition of "Amazing Grace" but somehow never made it, so the One Buck Guy did it for him! And for once I'm also really happy with how the cover art turned out, simple and elegant, as I had hoped. 

So, Phoenix, rising from the ashes of the Byrds cratering career. It really was the last great moment from the band, one that deserves even more praise than the warm welcome and good sales figures (Untitled) got, because by now many old Byrds fans had already tuned out or turned to hipper bands. It's nothing short of a lost classic, even more so I say without pretenses of being humble, in this version. So, follow that byrd, that Phoenix flying really high one more time...

Show me your hooters!...(and I'll show you mine...)

Two or three years ago I was reading an article on Eighties post-punk/New Wave, that in its intro namedropped The Hooters for reasons I don't recall. But I did think to myself, "Wow, The Hooters. Here's a band I haven't thought of in a while". A while being, like, two decades. But me and The Hooters became fast friends again, especially after I realized that we were old friends. In the US, they might be mainly remembered for "And We Danced", and maybe follow-up "Day By Day", but when I started to more or less intently listening to the radio in the mid-80s, "All You Zombies" played all over the stations in my neck of the woods. Clicking on Yotube after reading that article invited a warm rush of nostalgia: Dum-dada-dada-dada-dum. All you zombies hide your faces! All you people in the street! And what a weird hit that was, (which of course I only realized later) from its Robert Heinlein-quoting title to its Biblical figure protagonists. 

But Hooters nostalgia runs deeper, and longer. Fast forward to about ten years later, and I'm now an advanced age teenager, going out to clubs or "discos", as they were still called here. Being not much of a fiend of the techno/pop/dance variety, me and my friends often gravitated towards clubs with alternative and rock music. And there seemed to be an unwritten rule that every one of these had to always during every evening play three songs: "Entre Dos Terras" by Spanish hard rock outfit Héroes Del Silencio, "Like I Do" by Melissa Etheridge and "Johnny B" by The Hooters, despite the two last ones being almost a decade old by that point. Admittedly, I never liked "Johnny B" that much, maybe because of the half-drunk crowd trying to sing along with it. Half-drunk hooligans yelling "Johnny B, how much there is to see" while accidentally (?) spitting on you during their empassioned performance - Yeah, thanks, but no, thanks, man... 

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But enough about me, eh. So, the Hooters, who - for all intents and purposes - are the central duo of Rob Hyman and Eric Bazillian, who met as students in 1971 and played for local Philadelphia band Baby Grand before launching the Hooters in 1980. The early Hooters were essentially a party band, and a second-generation ska band, mixing reggae and rock rhythms, similar to and probably inspired by what the 2Tone crew was doing in Great Britain. Moving forward the reggae rhythms receded, replaced by a more traditional pop sound, culminating in their breakthrough album Nervous Night that went double platinum and spawned three US Top 40 hits and "All you Zombies" as a turntable hit and chart entry around the world. 

But even before their breakthrough, the Hooters had already struck gold: Long-time friend and record producer Robert Chertoff hired Hyman and Bazilian to knock Cindy Lauper's debut album She's So Unusual in shape, with the Hooters braintrust responsible for all but one of the arrangements while also adding songwriting (Hyman co-wrote "Time After Time" with Lauper), backing vocals and their plethora of instruments. A surprise invitation to Live Aid in Philadelphia, as local heroes backed by organiser Bill Graham and against Bob "Who the fuck are the Hooters?" Geldof's wishes helped them break through with Nervous Night and its singles. By the way, who the fuck is Bob Geldof? That dude is known for Live Aid and nothing else, so he better shut the fuck up. I can still happily sing along to a bunch of Hooters songs, while other than "I Don't Like Mondays" I couldn't tell you of a single worthwhile musical thing from Geldof.

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What is really interesting about the Hooters is the musical turn they took afterwards. Starting from follow-up album One Way Home on, they accentuated more and more of an acoustic, folk sound, culminating in their cover of "500 Miles" backed by Peter, Paul and Mary on 1989's Zig Zag. How acoustic and folk-ish the Hooters became in the early 90s is also borne out by their guest spot on, of all places, the 1993 comeback album by The Band, Jericho. It's the Hooters duo of Hyman & Bazilian (mislabeled as Eric Brazilian in the credits, more exotic for sure, but also wrong!) that liven up the album's best track, The Band's cover of Springsteen's "Atlantic City", on keyboards and mandolin, respectively. The same year they issued Out Of Body, which wasn't a success in the US, but cemented their standing in Europe, especially Germany and Sweden. However, the band went on hiatus two years later. 

Eric Bazilian kept himself busy launching the careers of young female singer-songwriters, becoming musical director for Joan Osborne's major label debut and first studio album Relish and giving her "One Of Us", which dutifully becamme her biggest hit, then co-wrote Billie Myers' breakthrough single "Kiss The Rain". And then, in 2007 - after some one-off reunions along the way - the Hooters reunited and came back with the surprisingly good Time Stand Still. They have been touring and playing since, and are a big concert draw in Europe, still. 

Ah, here is the right Hooters picture that you, dear readers, have been waiting for the entire article. Whew, catastrophe avoided...

Show Me Your Hooters! A Hooters Anthology 1983 - 2007 covers the main period of Hooters activity. It has the band's biggest songs, which admittedly often were also the best ones from their respective albums. My comp is a bit unusual in that it has two pairs of "doubled" songs, i.e. in two different versions. The album opens with their 1983 studio version of "All You Zombies", arguably a song that was already as good as it was gonna get and didn't need future embellishments. But I also included the 1985 hit version of Nervous Night because that's the one that most remember. The other song represented two times is "Fighting On The Same Side", which they sang in a ska style on their independently released 1983 album Amore and then in a more folky style on 1987's One Way Home. I thought it interesting that the same song would show the evolution of the Hooters' music, so both versions are here. 

The Hooters' songs from their highlight years sound of their time, but "And We Danced" and "Day By Day" are great, catchy numbers with or without their 80s production. Other highlights are "Satellite", their biggest UK hit that skewers televangelists, the aforementioned "500 Miles" and their folky version of Don Henley's "The Boys Of Summer" which in closing this comp gives the song the folky, autumnal sound its sentiments always deserved.  

The Hooters might be more or less forgotten by the general public, but not over here at One Buck Records! So check out some of the best work of some of Philly's favorites...

Since the European Championship in football/soccer is currently on, here's some bonus football-related hooters...

All right, the all-time bestest, most awesomest album of all time is...

 yup, it's Abbey Road, winning the final of the Best Album Eliminator 5:2. 

So, to all five and a half who stuck around and with this thing since *checks notes*  October (!?!). We did it, folks. With a skeleton crew, but we did it. So, skeletons, pat yourself on your bony backs..the Best Album Eliminator has finally ended and Abbey Road is now 100%, beyond all doubt proven to be the best album of all time. 

Yeah, so, of course it isn't, but it was a fun exercise, and we've seen many great albums that demand a relisten along the way...

So, to commemorate the winner of the Best Album Eliminator I wanted to post a goodie or two, and had some suitable stuff lying around in case Revolver won it. But I didn't really have much for Abbey Road. So I'm gonna have to rely on someone else's work. Shout out to the Half-Hearted Dude at the Any Major Dude With Half A Heart blog who compiled a series of albums of cover versions of Beatles albums called Beatles Recovered. The one for Abbey Road includes, among others, Gladys Knight & The Pips, Nina Simone, Isaac Hayes and Roberta Flack, as well as some oddities such as a strange German language cover of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer". I merely put the cover art he did on the individual tracks. 

So, here's some slightly different Abbey Road, to celebrate the victory of the Beatles album that should have been their swan song...

The Doobies light up their first tokes! And then come back for second helpings...

Blame Lenny Waronker. As good a producer as he is, if there is someone who is responsible for the false start of the Doobie Brothers' recording career, it's probably him. I know Waronker mainly for his production on Gordon Lightfoot's albums of the 70s, which gives a good indication of his sensibilities, which lay more in the acoustic, folk area than in some urgent rock'n'roll, as further evidenced by his work producing or co-producing artists such as Arlo Guthrie and Ry Cooder. Waronker formed a co-producer duo with Ted Templeman for the Doobie Brothers' self-titled album release, and the duo would continue working together throughout the 70s, but all following Doobie releases would be helmed by Templeman alone. 

It was a curious decision to approach the Doobies' debut album with an accent on acoustic sound and harmony singing, trying to model the Doobies' as Warner/reprise Records' attempt at a Crosby, Stills & Nash-style group. Now, One Buck Heads (I see you, Jonder!) will rightfully imagine that I have no problem with that, considering my love for country rock and acoustic folk of the era, and I really like this album with its low-key, relaxed set of tunes. But it was so low-key that it didn't exactly scream "arrival of an exiting new rock band" and neither album nor singles off it charted. 

The stark black and white photograph of a bunch of serious-looking, beer-swilling longhairs on the album cover, including massive drummer John Hartman looking imposing in the foreground of the shot would have you believe that the music inside would be a bit more unruly, and it normally should have been. When the Doobies' got signed, they had been making their name playing rock'n'roll all over Northern California, becoming a sort of inofficial house band at the Chateau Liberté, an extravagant name for a dive bar hidden in the Santa Cruz mountains, that was extremely popular with the local chapters of the Hell's Angels. Like the bikers they would play for, the early Doobies were leatherclad biker types, which the debut album cover convincingly portrays. But the mellow, acoustic, country-tinged music mostly didn't, offering only fleeting moments of their patented bar room boogie that was Tom Johnston' stock and trade. The most curious thing about this album was then, that it wasn't necessarily what Warner Brothers had signed up for when they had signed the Doobies. 

The band's crunchy biker boogie sound was in ample evidence on the demo tape that got them signed to Warner by future producer Templeman. These thirteen tracks, which make up the First Tokes section of our One Buck Record of the day do show the Doobies' three-part harmonies (which no doubt gave Waronker the whole fake-CSN idea), but - more importantly - the fuzzy electric lead guitars and powerful drumming of Hartman, that only intermittently showed up on their debut album. These tracks made their way onto a number of bootlegs, so if you are a serious fan of the Doobies, you probably already have this. I simple sequenced the songs to my liking and what I feel is the best flow and edited "Tilted Park Crud Hrunchery" (they really needed to work on their titles a little bit more) down a bit, not being a huge fan of the song's drum solo and adjacent jam section. 

But wait, there is more! Second Helpings, the last nine tracks on this album, sees them return to Pacific Recorders studio, where they recorded their debut album, in January 1972 for a live set in front of a small audience. The set list is obviously dominated by tracks from their debut album, albeit in more muscular versions than their studio counterparts. But they also previewed their version of "Jesus Is Just Alright" that would become a hit for them towards the end of the year as well as "Disciple" which, like "Jesus" would show up on their breakthrough Toulouse Street in July. And there is an early version of "Road Angel" which would only show up three albums and two years later. Finally, there is "Goin' Down", a groover that they never recorded in the studio. To fit in better with the studio tracks I omitted the (sparse) audience clapping. 

So, all in all First Tokes & Second Helpings comprises 21 tracks which summarize the early years of the Doobies pretty well and arguably more realistically than their odd, if likeable, studio debut. There are plenty of the things you and I like about the Johnston-led Doobies here, to discover or rediscover. So, light it up with the Doobies, for the good times...

The French Connection: La reine est morte, vive la reine...

I had planned to compile an album of my favorite tunes from Françoise Hardy for this blog for a while, but never got around to it, and now Hardy forced my hand by, well, dying. So here it is, 22 tracks from throughout her career. Et il y'a tant de belles choses dedans...

What can I say about Hardy that I haven't already mentioned yesterday? Not much, really. I haven't talked much about the fact that for a couple of years, she was one of the most stunning women of her era. She was - and stayed - a beautiful woman, and like Emmylou Harris gained another level of attractiveness  when her blonde hair turned silver. Back in the days she would turn the heads of folks like Bob Dylan and Mick Jagger, but a less famous colleague from showbiz captured her heart. She was married to fellow French star Jaques Dutronc and the mother of second-generation music star Thomas Dutronc.

So, what about the songs you say? You can see even in the earliest selections here, how melancholy is the name of Hardy's game. Her first big success "Tous Les Garçons Et Les Filles" from 1962 she portrays a young girl who is deeply unhappy, alone and without someone who loves her while everyone around her (the titular all the boys and girls...) knows some happiness. It immediately separated Hardy from the "Yé-Yé"-pack, even if her record company didn't believe in the song, placing it last on a four track EP after three lighter hearted and more upbeat songs. (In France in the 1960s, most songs would come out as part of four track EPs instead of singles with an a- and b-side). 

"Le Temps De l'Amour" from later the same year is ostensiby a happy song about how during the time for love for young people they forgot how romantic entanglements can hurt, but Hardy doesn't sing it as a happy song. There is a weariness and sadness beyond her young years in these vocals, that despite what the lyrics say, she knows that the 'time of love' will end badly. Hardy always knew that everyone's time of love would end badly some time...

Her life-long topic of song might have been best summarized by the song title "Il N'Ya Pas D'Amour Heureuse" ("There is no happy kind of love"), but she was wrong of course. The love for her son no doubt kept her going in the tough years towards the end.  As she sings in "Tant De Belles Choses": L'amour est plus fort que le chagrin...Love is stronger than grief...let it be so...

The queen of French singer-songwriters is gone, but not forgotten...

Her long fight is over, finally over. Literally just after posting the last All Pearls, No Swine volume the news dropped that Françoise Hardy had died. Having already fought a cancer in the 2000s, she was fighting cancer anew since 2019, having been deprived of having any saliva after 45 rounds of radio therapy. She could not only not sing any more, but hardly breathe, and battled incessant nosebleeds. Things got so bad that she openly campaigned for medically assisted dying options in France and the possibility to end her own life due to her suffering. 

But that's not what we should remember about Françoise Hardy, that monstre sacré du chanson français. Even the first eulogies that came in of course had to mention her as an icon of "yé-yé", the French girl pop influenced by the British invasion bands and notably the Beatles. But Hardy was only "Yé-Yé" by association, mainly because she came up at the very same time as France Gall and Sheila and the other "Yé-Yé" girls, not to mention that the term itself was derogative and supposed to make fun of the English-language aping young girls and the pop confections their producers put on them. But that was never Françoise Hardy. Hardy was, first and foremost, a true singer-songwriter. Unlike the girls she was lumped in with, she always wrote her own lyrics and most often her music.

The other thing that comes to mind when thinking about Françoise Hardy is the enormous amount of melancholy that permeats her music. She once described the theme of her music as "the impossibility of love", and that idea - that love is ephemeral, not eternal - runs through her music like a through line. It also defines the songs on our One Buck Record of the day. I'm currently compiling a Françoise Hardy album that will go up in a day or two, so for today If You Listen will have to do to remember la grande Hardy.  

If You Listen was Hardy's fourth English-language album, though it wasn't called that anywhere at the time. In France it was self-titled, down under it was known as Let My Name Be Sorrow and in South Africa it was very unimaginatively, if correctly, titled 4th English Album. As was the custom of the time, in the late 1960s Hardy put out a number of songs and albums for international markets. Hardy also sang in German and had a number of hits in the land of Lederhosen and brought out an album in Italian. But she most often returned to English .While albums like En Anglais was a rather ramshackle mix of pop covers of recent hits, with none of the arrangements particularly great and reaching for the biggest mainstream audience possible, One-Nine-Seven Zero and If You Listen thankfully were not that. 

If You Listen is a different beast from her earlier international forays, much closer to Hardy's sensibilities and her signature melancholic sound. The song selection includes two songs by Buffy St. Marie and Beverly Martin each, as well as covers of Randy Newman ("I Think It's Gonna Rain Today") and Neil Young ("Till The Morning Comes"), but also more obscure folk music sources like Trees ("The Garden Of Jane Delawney") and Allen Taylor's at the time super-recent "Sometimes". There are also two songs - including the 'new' title song - by The State of Micky & Tommy, Tommy Brown and Micky Jones, who by this time had settled on arranging, producing and writing in France. Micky Jones would of course move on to bigger and better (?) things as the founder of Foreigner. Hardy herself even manages to sneak a single original, sung in French, into the line up.

Get ready for more Françoise Hardy soon, but in the meantime spend some fabulous moments of melancholy with her..let her name be sorrow indeed...

Same As It Ever Was...(Or Almost): All Pearls, No Swine 15

Time for another round on the ol' All Pearls, No Swine carousel, featuring...well, by now you know the drill. 

I wanted a kick-ass opener so the James Gang sans Joe Walsh would do with "Ride The Wind", a collaboration between singer Roy Kenner and guitarero Tommy Bolin. Other rock'n'roll sides come from Randy California with, uhm, "California Man" and the recently One Buck Records-featured Jackie Leven with punk-adjacent new wave band Doll By Doll and "Teenage Lightning". 

Softer sounds come from The Seabird Band, a pop/soft rock troupe with country influences hailing from North Carolina, where they had some local success and U.K. songwriter Paul Edwards with "Butterfly Days", from the album of the same name. Mike Heron splits the difference with his band Heron and the original version of "Don't Kill It Carol", later covered successfully by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. 

Could this possibly look any more 1970s?

No All Pearls, No Swine volume would be complete without my beloved country rock, so you get Santa Fe (pictured above) who - unsurprisingly - aren't from Santa Fe, but from Thouand Oaks, California. They managed two albums on small labels before breaking up, the excellent "I'm Leaving" is from their debut on Ampex Records. Other genre artists present here are their label mate Alzo Fonte with the appropriately titled "Country", Victor Paul & William Ricketts with the lovely "Virginia Feelin'", and speaking of Virginia, West Virginia foursome Kiddog with "Been To California", from a self-titled private pressing release. 

But that isn't all, dear reader. 

There's even some gospel-inspired soul from Arizona family band The Comstocks and for psych fans (or Psychfan) some psych-folk courtesy of Naomi Lewis from Provo, Utah with the title song from her self-published Seagulls and Sunflowers album. Prog fans will hopefully like album closer "Sounds Of The Sea" by Renaissance, cut live in the studio.  

So, as usual, a smorgasboard of unknown or little-known treasures from the 70s, just the way you and I like it...

Uh Oh...it's the finals YOU waited for! Uh, no not you! No, not you either! Well, there must be someone...

So, folks, I guess it had to come down to this. (Sigh) Much as I would've wanted to avoid a Beatles vs. Beatles final, you - the public - demanded such a final. Well, all five of you. So, after months of gleefully ignoring waiting with baited breath, here's the dream finale of our Best Album Eliminator:

Revolver vs. Abbey Road

It's prime Beatles vs. uh, prime Beatles, but close to the end anyway...

It's something new in every song vs. something good in almost every song (don't mention "Maxwell's Silver Hammer"...)

Well, anyway, there's way more folks with way more opinions on the Beatles than me, so, uh, have at it in the comments. Vote for the Beatles album of your choice. Or tell us about the Beatles album of your choice. Or a Beatles song of your choice. Or, you know, whatever...

So, folks, in this battle of giant bugs against other giant bugs who will prevail..?

Spoiler: It'll be giant bugs...

The Life and Times Of Wayne Berry...In Song!

One of the pleasures of creating alternate albums or albums that didn't exist before is - I freely admit it - a God complex. Being the creator that brings order to chaos has an unmistakable allure. It's also fun to play with history, as a reader recently suggested. But yeah, the God complex thing. It gets especially strong if you not only do an album that under other circumstances could have existed, but a concept album that you built from scratch. The whole point of concept albums is of course that they are - if everything goes according to plan and its practitioners aren't total amateurs - meticulously planned. So, to propose a concept album out of a bunch of random outtakes is no doubt a total act of hubris. Constructing a musical autobiography without the artist's knowledge is madness. But hey, a guy's -  especially of the one buck variety - gotta do what a guy's gotta do. 

This will be the end of the three-part "albums that didn't exist"-project of residential favorite Wayne Berry. It is also in some ways my favorite because finding (or maybe: establishing) connections that you didn't see (or maybe: that didn't exist) before is half of the fun of constructing this kind of album. And the more I put songs on the side that might fit the project, the clearer the narrative became. It all started with the newly-minted title song of this album that didn't but should exist: "Country Boy, City Dreams" is clearly autobiographical and sounds like a man taking stock of his career and life situation. Alone, his would not prop up a concept. But then I threw "Looking For Love In America" on the pile, a song that recounts the meeting and love affair of Berry's parents, as well as his own subsequent birth and childhood, ending up with the narrator, Berry himself, looking for love in America. Now, things got interesting: Two autobiographical songs talking about different aspects and times in his life. Now I felt I had something there. 

From these two tentpoles, the rest of the story came easy. ""Looking For Love In America" opens proceedings during World War II and throughout Berry's childhood. From there he alternates between commenting on his love life and his career, first asking you to "Remember The First Time" you fell in (and out) of love before reflecting on his first steps in the rock'n'roll world in "Home Coming Dance". Back to romantic disillusion in "How Many Dreams (You've Got To Lose)" and "In Another World". Then, Berry decides to pick himself up again and go "High Steppin'", pleading to a woman to "Give Me The Chance". Then be contemplates where he is, how he got there and what that got him in "Country Boy, City Dreams" and concludes that he's part of a "Lost Generation". But he doesn't give up hope that "The Next Time" he falls in love with a woman, it will be the good (and final) one. See, it absolutely holds together, almost like the man wrote and planned it that way! He didn't, of course, but hey, order from chaos and all that. If Country Boy, City Dreams was never planned as an album, it sure as hell could've been...

And that concludes my sojourns into expanding Wayne Berry's discography and hopefully helping in spreading knowledge and appreciation of the man as well. He now goes from two barely available (three if you count the unreleased album for Capitol) solo records to five albums with the three albums that never existed that One Buck Records proposed to you. Now, that's a real discography. As with the first two albums (and the 'best of' I compiled) this is eminently listenable pop with folk and country influences. I repeat myself, admittedly, but Berry could've and should've been bigger than he was. Well, now there is more of his music out there to enjoy, so I hope you do just that with Country Boy, City Dreams... 

Boston's Bad Boys' last stand...

Considering the damage the various drugs, alcohol, falls from stages and other shenanigans have caused the toxic twins and their bandmates, it's frankly amazing that everyone is still alive and doing reasonably well, though drummer Joy Kramer has seemingly been permanently ousted by the band since 2021. The sheer longevity of the band is amazing, second only maybe to the Rolling Stones. Any band with such a long career will inevitably have different entry points into their music for different people. My entry point was the tail end of their tenure at Geffen Records, more specifically "Living On The Edge", the lead-off single of their last Geffen album, Get A Grip. 

Common wisdom would dictate that the band was past their prime musically, while being a commercial juggernaut, but for those who (like me) are o.k. with the band's embracing an 80s AOR sound, the second wind - both artistically and commercially - that they had during their tenure at Geffen makes this my favorite era of the band. Get A Grip is spotty as hell, but Pump is excellent throughout and both Permanent Vacation and Done With Mirrors have their moments. 

A couple of months ago I worked on the compilation Country Dreamers, gathering country music tracks from artists not usually working in the genre, investigating the band's "Once Is Enough" (which was featured on that comp), but also a slightly countrified remix of Pump's "The Other Side". Rummaging around for these b-sides and remixes, I thought it would be fun to tell the tale of their Geffen years, but not through the usual suspects - at least not in their usual form. 

G.T.F.O. (Geffen Tracks For Obsessives) isn't only for obsessives, but it does dig pretty deep into less obvious material. The idea was to anthologize their Geffen years by way of b-sides, outtakes, remixes, one-off singles, live tracks and deep cuts. So yeah, some of the big songs from the era are here - the aforementioned "Living On The Edge", "Dude (Looks Like A Lady)", "Rag Doll", "Crazy", "Angel" and "The Other Side" - but all in different versions than the ones that hit the charts. Pump outtake "Burnin' Up" is pretty hot, as is Get A Grip b-side "Head First". Two of their best songs from the era didn't feature on their studio albums - "Blind Man" was collector bait and lead-off single for their greatest hits album Big Ones and "Deuces Are Wild" featured on the soundtrack to, ahem, how era-appropriate - The Beavis & Butthead Experience. 

You were big if you made it all the way to Moe's Tavern...

Considering how relatively samey the music of the 'Smith is, my first version of G.T.F.O. ran way too long, running out of steam towards the end. So I cut some tracks towards the end (moody Get A Grip instrumental "Boogie Man" was always tabbed as the album closer), they will show up on the sequel, if there is interest from the One Buck Records readership (the Ones? the Bucks? - gotta workshop that a little bit more...).

The Geffen era, as it turned out, really was the last stand for Aerosmith as a rock band of any worth. Their troubled and long-gestating return album for Columbia, Nine Lives, was even patchier than Get A Grip and the point, where the band's quality control really started to slip. Then came their biggest hit "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing", bringing in millions while being atrocious and the awful Just Push Play album. Since then they have only added the ok-ish blues cover record Honkin' On Bobo and the terrible Music From Another Dimension to their discography, which is probably just as well. But hey, for a couple of years in the 80s and early 90s, the band did get their groove back. So check out G.T.F.O. to groove along with them... 

 

 

Alt Byrds, get on your bikes and sing the Ballad Of Easy Rider

Easy Rider, the movie, was a blessing for the Byrds. After the ups and downs of the preceding year and the low-key Byrds relaunch with Dr. Byrds and Mr. Hyde, the reconfigured group could use a boost of publicity, which Dennis Hopper's film gave them. While most viewers probably didn't figure out to what degree the original band influenced the conception of the characters and their dynamic - Billy, the mustachoid, paranoid longhair was a stand-in for David Crosby, while the more stoic, grounded Wyatt was based on McGuinn - their music was put into focus again. There was the title song, sung by McGuinn (and helped on harmonica by fellow Byrd Gene Parsons) as well as McGuinn's cover of "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)", and a key montage of both bikers riding was set to "Wasn't Born To Follow" off The Notorious Byrd Brothers, its title becoming a sort of unofficial slogan of the movie's characters and attitude. All of a sudden the Byrds were back in public view, and thanks to the Easy Rider link, back to being hip with the kids. There was just one problem.     

If limited creativity and songwriting had already been a problem on the preceding album, this issue rears its head again on Ballad of Easy Rider. Badly. Band leader Roger McGuinn was busy writing songs - just not for The Byrds. He was still working with Jacques Levy on their hippie re-imagining of the story of Peer Gynt, the dashingly hip retitled Gene Tryp. Thus, McGuinn arrived to the recording sessions for what would become Ballad Of Easy Rider with absolutely nothing in his pockets. The one song he brought was the film's title song, half-written by Dylan, six months old at that point and already issued as a solo track for the immensely influential Easy Rider soundtrack. 

So McGuinn had to rely on the rest of the group, and they came through. Gene Parsons contributed the road travelogue "Gunga Din", a minor Byrds classic that is woefully underrated and has, I think, never shown up on any of their multiple retrospectives. John York wrote the fun "Fido", a song that would indirectly and unwillingly bring him into trouble (more on that later). And Clarence White dusted off an old Baptist hymn for his first lead vocal as a Byrd. After Dr. Byrds And Mr. Hyde had established the new-look Byrds as McGuinn's by having him sing all lead vocals, one of the pleasant surprises of Ballad of Easy Rider was the discovery of the band's other voices. However, the Ballad of Easy Rider with its mix of covers and minor-key originals could never catch the attention of the counterculture youth in the way the movie had, even with the movie-tie in and liner notes by Peter Fonda. Other than a general sense of wanderlust, there isn't much that connects the Ballad to the movie and its themes and the Byrds arguably squandered their best shot at becoming and staying relevant again.  

I, like many Byrds fans, have an almost unreasonable love for the album. It's obvious how empty the cupboard was - no Byrds album has more outside songs, and it does have a cobbled-together feel, because, well, it was cobbled together. But it's fine playing and mellow vibe has always appealed to me. In many ways, it is the warmest and friendliest of Byrds albums, a relaxing experience after the odd mix of harder rock and country on Dr. Byrds and Mr. Hyde. If you like Clarence White's guitar playing and string bending, you'll be served here. The Byrds' odd, half-speed take on "It's All Over Now Baby Blue" for example is elevated almost entirely by White's beautiful guitar work. 

For this version of Ballad of Easy Rider, I got rid of the two weakest tracks of the album. "Jack Tarr The Sailor" is, in my opinion, in contention for worst Byrds track of all time. Not because it's unlistenable or anything but it doesn't sound much like a Byrds song, also due to McGuinn's odd attempt at a British accent. And "Armstrong, Aldrin And Collins" was literally just half a song, and not a very good one at that. In its place are some of the songs that could've been contenders. At least one should've made the cut: I don't understand why we needed "Jack Tarr" when a version of the lightweight but pleasant "Mae Jean Goes To Hollywood" by then unknown songwriter Jackson Browne was in the can.

 And while McGuinn was dreaming of combining the past and the future since before Sweetheart Of The Rodeo, the band finally got a track down that did that, setting a banjo-picked version of the old folk traditional "Fiddler A Dram" to a backing track played on McGuinn's beloved Moog. It's an odd little song, but has a certain charm to it that made me place it on the album. These guys were space cowboys before, let them be space folkies!

Other tracks came down to choices. For some reason, the Byrds selected a particularly nasal vocal delivery by White and kind of sludgy take on "Oil In My Lamp", when a quicker, much sprightlier and to my mind much better take of the song existed. It even has a hint of the old jingle-jangle sound in its opening moments! The other swap came down to personal preference: McGuinn's take on "Tulsa County" is fine, and Byron Berline's fiddle a real treat - but I prefer the original version sung by John York, who brought the track to the recording sessions.

 Alas, it fell victim to politicking: Terry Melcher wanted York to sign over the publishing rights to "Fido" to him, and when York politely declined, all of a sudden he was to be replaced on lead vocals by McGuinn because quote-unquote McGuinn "sounded more like a cowboy". Yeah, sure, Terry. Either way, I love York's drawn out "oh's ("I don't know-ho-ho-ho / just where I'll go-oh-oh-oh") on the original version so that one gets the nod. He sounds plenty like a cowboy to me, but then again I don't have a publishing rights tiff with him! Speaking of "Fido": I was never particularly fond of the drum solo in that, so it got led behind the shed and shot. Sorry 'bout that, folks. 

So, this is the Ballad Of Easy Rider according to the One Buck Guy. Go on a test ride down some sweet country roads along gently flowing rivers with these guys...wherever that river goes, that's where I want to be...(don't we all...?)...flow, river, flow...