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An occasional series of Americana and roots music videos. Sharing new discoveries, and revisiting old friends.

It’s that time of the season again. Baseball and flowers blooming, fresh cut lawns and morning dew, new albums being released and music festival travel plans being made. Here in the beautiful Lower Hudson Valley it’s an eighty degree day and instead of cruising along the highway taking in the sights and new sounds, I’ve been struggling all day with a C-G-D-G-B-E tuning and a capo at the third fret while teaching myself some Hawaiian slack key. Somehow though it’s morphed into Richard Thompson’s ‘1952 Vincent Black Lightening’. So it’s time to take a break and share some new music that’s caught my fancy. I try to keep each song under three minutes….fat chance of that today.

Willie Nelson: An album of all-new recordings, God’s Problem Child adds 13 new songs to the artist’s repertoire, including seven recently written by Willie and Buddy Cannon, his longtime collaborator and producer. The album is Willie’s first to debut all-new songs since Band of Brothers in 2014. “He Won’t Ever Be Gone’ is a tribute to Merle Haggard.

Bonnie Prince Billy AKA Will Oldham: A longtime fan of the “Okie From Muskogee” Hall of Famer. Best Troubadour is the culmination of that decades-long love affair with Haggard’s music, featuring 16 tracks from various stages of Haggard’s lengthy career. Oldham recorded the songs in his home with the Bonafide United Musicians. (Rolling Stone Country)

Molly Tuttle: She’s going to be huge. Originally from the Northern California bluegrass scene and playing in The Tuttle Family with AJ Lee band, she graduated Berklee College of Music and moved herself down to Nashville. With a beautiful voice and her lightning speed flat picking style, she can pick more notes than the number of ants on a Tennessee ant hill. And she’s all over the place….touring with The Goodbye Girls, doing a duet with Front Country’s Melody Walker and getting ready for her own release in June. Here’s ‘Bigger Than This’….Molly on the left, Melody on the right…a great song from two outstanding talents.

Amelia Curran: A total shift of gears. One of my favorite singer-songwriters, Watershed is her eighth album in the past 17 years. An album with a specific theme, it  ‘variously addresses her frustration with the established operating model of the music industry, with the systemic disadvantage at which that “intimidating and icky” model still places female artists and, by extension, with what the persistent sexism inherent in that model says about 21st-century human society’s treatment of women in general. Further simmering discontent arises from the added frustration Curran has come over the past few years since taking on the role of an activist fighting for better institutional treatment of and better attitudes towards the many fellow Newfoundlanders (and Canadians at large) living with mental illness.’ (thestar.com)

Aimee Mann: There is a thread to Curran’s themes, as Mann is ‘rightfully pissed that she’s nevertheless pigeonholed as a dreary fabricator of slow, sad-sack songs. So she’s answered her critics with her slowest, sad-sack-iest album yet, one populated by ordinary people struggling against operatic levels of existential pain at odds with their humdrum lives. Mental Illness is accordingly made of skeletal strings, coolly regulated commentary, and minimal drums. Juxtaposing elegant chamber folk against the discord of lives out of balance, it’s musically more delicate than even her soft rock models. (Pitchfork)

Peter Bradley Adams: I’m sure he hates it when people like me note in their first sentence that he was one-half of one of my favorite one-album duos, Eastmountainsouth, back in 2003. But I still listen to that album and I’ve been following him ever since, especially enjoying some recent collaboration with Caitlan Canty on a project called Down Like Silver. ‘On my previous albums, I had more of an array of players on the record and this one is kind of more my core group of people that I’ve been playing with and touring with. It’s a little bit more contained, which I think is a good thing. I’m always writing songs so there are a lot that get tossed aside and… these are the ones that I thought needed to be on it.’ (Fairfax Times)

Pieta Brown: I’ve spent years listening to and writing about Iowa City-based Pieta Brown. ‘Postcards features a number of Brown’s musical friends, including Calexico, Bon Iver, Mark Knopfler and the Pines. She compiled the album by writing simple acoustic demos of what would become the album’s songs, sending them to the musicians that make up Postcards‘ roster of guests, and having those artists finish the tracks. Brown and her collaborators never worked in the same room, which lent the album its distance-implying title.’ (American Songwriter)

Marty Stuart: I’ll admit not to loving every single track on this new album of his that’s just getting a ton of press. Marty has been around so long and has done so many amazing performances that it’s hard for me to buy into the hype. Nevertheless, this video from the Colbert show shows that he and his band rocks damn hard and I like it. Eighteenth studio album….Way Out West.

Well that’s all she wrote….I’ll leave you humming along to Koko the Clown’s version of ‘St. James Infirmary Blues’ and we’ll see you next season for more of my Picks to Click.

This article was originally published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column over at No Depression: The Journal of Roots Music.

Many of my past columns, articles, and essays can be accessed here at my own site, therealeasyed.com. I also aggregate news and videos on both Flipboard and Facebook as The Real Easy Ed: Americana and Roots Music Daily. My Twitter handle is @therealeasyed and my email address is easyed@therealeasyed.com.

 

Just Who Is the Galway Girl?

Image from the video directed and produced by Kamil Krolak of KamilFilms.

Edmond Enright was born on the 19th of May in 1975 in the Irish village of Birr, County Offaly. A small town of less than 6,000 people, Birr has a castle that once was home to the largest telescope in the world, named The Leviathan of Parsonstown. There is a courthouse, several schools, a newspaper, a train station that shut down in 1963, and an abandoned workhouse. It has both rugby and hurling teams, the latter with the distinction of winning the All-Ireland. In August and September it hosts a number of festivals celebrating the area’s heritage, music, theater, educational activities, and hot air balloons. There is a theater and arts center that has been open since 1889 that presents music, dance, and plays.

While his given name may not ring any bells for you, Edmond Enright is a prominent singer-songwriter in Ireland who goes by the name Mundy. His first album, released in 1996, included a popular song used in the film adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. Four years later he was dropped by his record label as he was working on his second album, 24 Star Hotel. Using mostly his own funds, he started up Camcor Records, which he named for the River Camcor, a popular fishing spot that runs through the town of Birr, and released the album in 2002. It included a song titled “July” that received extensive airplay, and he appeared at a number of large festivals. The album earned triple platinum status in Ireland.

Up until a few nights ago, I had never heard of Mundy. Knowing it was just a few days away from this column’s deadline and without a clue nor a thread of inspiration to choose from, I took to meandering through the millions of images on You Tube in hopes of finding something old, new, borrowed, or blue. And this is what I found. Forty-nine seconds into it, I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks … a common occurrence when I’m in the company of incredible music.

 

On June 11, 2016, at 1 p.m. local time, Galway-based filmmaker Kamil Krolak recorded the world’s largest street performance of “Galway Girl,”’featuring a number of prominent Irish musicians that included Mundy; Sharon Shannon; We Banjo 3; Lackagh Comhaltas; Roisin Seoighe; the Galway Rose, Rosie Burke; and the widely known folk band Amazing Apples.

Steve Earle wrote and recorded “The Galway Girl” around 17 years ago while he was living and working for several months in Ireland. Sharon Shannon’s band, the Woodcutters, backed him on the track, and it appeared both on his own Transcendental Blues and on the great Sharon Shannon and Friends: The Diamond Mountain Sessions album in 2000.

In 2006, Mundy recorded his fourth album, Live & Confusion, at Vicar Street in Dublin, which covered his best-known songs along with an encore of “Galway Girl” with guest Sharon Shannon. According to Wikipedia: “The live version became a download hit in Ireland, and eventually a studio version was released, after it was popularized in a television and radio advertising campaign for Bulmer’s Cider. The studio version of the track reached number 1 on the Irish Singles Chart in April 2008 and stayed there for five weeks. It became the biggest single in Ireland two years in a row in 2007 and 2008.” This is the original video.

 

This quote from Earle sits on Mundy’s webpage:

“‘The Galway Girl’ [from Mundy’s live album Live & Confusion] is the one thing I’m sure to be remembered for. I owe a lot of that to Mundy … the biggest hit was his version. People probably won’t even remember who the hell I was, but they’re going to be singing that song in Ireland for a long time. I really do believe that. And that’s the only kind of immortality anybody can hope for.”

In an interview with Trish Keenan that he did for the Irish website meg back in 2010, Earle goes deeper into the details of the song:

“We recorded it with the agreement being that I could use it on my record and she (Sharon Shannon) could use it on hers, it was her band, you know, we did it in Dublin. It’s a huge thing for me. You know just for the record I haven’t had a drink in 15 years, and when I did cider never passed my lips. But it was one of those things. I normally don’t allow my music to be used in ads for drink but it was a lot of money for Sharon so I didn’t stand in the way of it. I could have stopped it but I didn’t, ‘cuz it was her. The peak of the whole thing was that we were asked to sing it at the All-Ireland final, it was the year that Galway played the draw with Kerry and then finally lost in the playoff. I couldn’t make it and you know I’m still pissed off about that!”

So who is the Galway Girl that Earle wrote about? Last year when Kamil Krolack was about to film the street performance, the Irish Music Daily ran a story about her. This is an excerpt:

“Shannon told the Will Leahy Show on the Irish radio station RTE2fm that Earle met the girl in question while he was working with Irish musicians. She said: “Steve wrote the song in Galway. He used to spend a lot of time there, just hanging out and writing songs and going to trad sessions. He made great friends with all the musicians there.

“We know who the girl is. I think Steve would like to have had a romantic liaison with her. She’s a great friend of ours but she doesn’t trade on it. She doesn’t want people to know.”

Mundy, who took part in the same radio interview, said Earle and the Galway girl still know each other and have met a few times since through work, but not in any romantic way, although some tensions may remain. “I was in the company of the two of them once and I was uncomfortable,” he said.

Although the identity of the girl had not been revealed, that changed last year. A book written by poet and musician Gerard Hanberry, On Raglan Road: Great Irish Love Songs and The Women Who Inspired Them, was published and included the story of Earle meeting singer and bodhran player Joyce Redmond, who was a regular at trad sessions back in Galway.

As reported by The Irish Sun, “She was in Quay Street when Earle approached her and asked if she could help him with a phone call he was trying to make. A few days later she met him again by accident on Dominick Street when he asked if she knew where he could find some traditional Irish music. She took him along to a few sessions.”

For the record, Joyce Redmond is not a Galway girl. She grew up in Howth, just north of Dublin. And to close it out, here’s Earle with Sharon’s band playing the song live at the Kennedy Center Gala for Irish Music.

 

This was originally published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column at No Depression: The Journal of Roots Music.

Chuck Berry and the Celebrity Death Pool

Chuck Berry, Madison Square Garden, NYC, Oct. 23, 1981, by Ebet Roberts/Redferns

I had him on my short list. After Leonard Cohen left the building I did a quick mental survey of who was still standing from the generation right before my own and Chuck Berry, along with Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis, took the point positions from one to three. I hesitate to share the rest of that morbid top ten but here’s a surprise: Keith Richards ain’t on it. For years people have been predicting his demise because of excessive drinking and doping, and he was eloquently described by journalist Peter Hitchens back in 2010 as “a capering streak of living gristle who ought to be exhibited as a warning to the young of what drugs can do to you even if you’re lucky enough not to choke on your own vomit.” Very harsh. And yet, still very much alive. Keith actually lives an unusually normal suburban lifestyle in a very nice small town in Connecticut.

Ranker is a website that gets about 20 million unique visitors per month, and their focus is on collaborative and individual list-making and voting. The headlines are often the most interesting aspect of their content, and as I sit here tonight thinking of what I’d like to tell you about Chuck Berry and his life and legacy, I’m getting hopelessly sucked into one of their lead articles, titled “30 Weird Slang Terms Old-Timey Hobos Actually Used.” Seriously, this is probably the best thing I’ve ever seen on the internet so here’s the link and when you’re finished come on back and watch some videos of Chuck performing in 1958 on French television with a weird pickup band.

 

Ain’t that something? Damn … if you’re still shaking your head about the passing of Hendrix, Stevie Ray, Prince, or any other guitar hero, you got to know that this whole damn thing started with Chuck Berry. And that song by itself is simply chapter and verse on the history of rock and roll. Go read the Wikipedia entry on “Maybellene,”’or you can stay here and I’ll give you the quick rundown.

He wrote it in 1955, inspired by a tune from Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys called “Ida Red.” When Muddy Waters brought Berry to Chicago and Chess Records, he called the song “Ida May” and, in a weird inversion of the Sam Phillips-Elvis Presley relationship, Leonard Chess liked the idea of a “hillbilly song sung by a black man.”

Thinking that the song title was “too rural,” and spotting a mascara box on the floor of the studio, according to Berry’s pianist Johnnie Johnson, Chess said, “Well, hell, let’s name the damn thing ‘Maybellene’” — altering the spelling to avoid a lawsuit from the cosmetic company. The lyrics were rewritten, also at the direction of Chess. “The kids wanted the big beat, cars, and young love,” Chess recalled. “It was the trend and we jumped on it.”  (The citation for that story is from Glenn Altschuler’s book All Shook Up, How Rock n’ Roll Changed America.)

In order to juice up the airplay by using a common form of payola, the songwriting credit went not only to Berry, but also to the legendary disc jockey Alan Freed and a business associate of Chess by the name of Russ Fratto. It was a hit single that appealed to both a black and white audience, and was covered by many other artists. They rectified the songwriting credits in 1986 and it reverted back to just Berry, but not without causing him much financial loss throughout the decades. And it also probably contributed to his strict rule for concerts: one hour, no encores, pay in advance. He traveled without a band and played with whatever local musicians the promoter could round up. And he was one badass motherfucker.

 

With the exception of his only number one single, which came in 1972 with that godawful “My Ding-a-Ling,” Berry’s string of hits started with “Maybellene” and was over by 1964. He always kept on the road, playing on a double bill with the Grateful Dead in 1965, doing the oldies revival concerts in the ‘70s, touring in the ‘80s with Jerry Lee Lewis (Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band were the pickup band at a University of Maryland gig in 1985), and from 1996 through 2014 he played one Wednesday night each month at Blueberry Hill, a restaurant and bar in St. Louis. And as you’ve probably heard by now, last October he cut one final album for Dualtone Records, which comes out tomorrow.

Ranker publishes an annual Celebrity Death Pool, and their previous batting average pretty much sucks. In 2016 they only nailed six out of a hundred, but so far the 2017 list is already correct on four celebrities. Chuck Berry sat at #53; higher than Jerry Lee and Little Richard, but below Suge Knight, Phil Spector, Ozzy Osbourne, and Justin Bieber. For those of you with a certain political bent, take note that Ted Nugent made the cut at #100.

Not to get all philosophical, but whenever I hear about some musician that I respect who passes away, that old Pete Townsend line from “My Generation” comes to mind: “Yeah, I hope I die before I get old.” And so it was not without a touch of irony that the week before Chuck Berry died, The Who announced that they would become the first rock band to hold a residency at Caesars Palace’s Colosseum this summer. The  orchestra seats are being scalped for over $2,000. Viva Las Vegas and hail, hail, rock n’ roll. Rest in peace, Chuck.

https://youtu.be/cpitvLeNjuE

This was originally published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column at No Depression: The Journal of Roots Music.

 

The Rolling Stones in Five Easy Pieces

The Rolling Stones / 1965 / Fornebu Aiport Oslo Norway/ National Archive of Norway

A winter’s day in New York should be dark, cold, and frosty, but when the mercury soared into the 60s recently I took a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. The only plan for the next seven hours was to keep moving in solitary steps from the bottom of Manhattan to the top, with song after song pushed into my ears in digitized random fashion. With an audio gene pool of thousands of tunes from old to new, some were carefully curated but most just snatched from the mothership like a giant claw. As I detached myself from both obligation and responsibility, and carefully glided through a moving landscape with minimum interaction, the music expanded and contracted inside my head from background to forefront.

There was a brief moment this day when a random thought came to me and refused to budge, which brings us here and now. In the inexperience of youth without the benefit of context or time, I too often skimmed the surface and missed the depth, making it a luxurious privilege to circle back. So with that in mind, consider this a brief mutation of making amends and please allow me to introduce you to five songs the Rolling Stones recorded over 50 years ago.

The first was on the flip side of “The Last Time” single, featuring Mick on vocals and tambourine with Keith picking out the lead on acoustic guitar. Jack Nitzsche added harpsichord and tam-tam, with legendary producer and future convicted killer Phil Spector playing bass lines on a de-tuned electric guitar. The rest of the band are excluded, and it was recorded in January 1965 at the RCA Studio in Los Angeles, the night before they left for a string of tour dates in Australia.

From the December 1965 Aftermath sessions in England, this song didn’t make it onto the album and was given away to a singing duo known as Twice As Much who released it the following May only in the UK, where it barely made it into the Top 40. This version was included on the American-only Flowers compilation album, and features the full band with Brian Jones playing harpsichord.

Recorded four months later in Hollywood in March of 1966 and included on Aftermath, Brian Jones is playing an Appalachian mountain dulcimer and once again Jack Nitzsche is called upon to add harpsichord.

At the same Hollywood sessions mentioned above, this is the first of three versions that have been released by the Stones. It originally was only available on the UK’s Aftermath. It was a number-one hit single for Chris Farlowe, who covered it three months later with Mick Jagger producing. A second, shorter version came out in the US on the Flowers compilation, and the third time around, available on another compilation, titled Metamorphis, took Farlowe’s version and replaced it with Jagger’s vocals.

The final song of this quintet was again only available in the US on the Flowers album, but appeared in the UK on Between The Buttons. Recorded in the fall of 1966, I’m guessing it was recorded again in Hollywood, as Nitzsche plays harpsichord again and is joined by Nick de Caro on accordion. Brian Jones plays vibraphone, Keith on acoustic, Bill Wyman on bass, and Charlie Watts tambourine and claves. Along with his vocal, Jagger is credited with adding “finger snaps.”

So what caused me to look back over 50 years to these five particular songs? Consider this both the preamble and postscript. In March of 1995 the band re-recorded this song live in at a recording studio in Tokyo. It is a mostly acoustic deconstruction from the electric version released on Steel Wheels, featuring a rare lead vocal from Keith. You’ll find it most recently available on the June 2016 release of Totally Stripped. And on a winter’s day in New York that should have been dark, cold, and frosty but with the mercury soaring into the 60s, I traveled from Brooklyn to Harlem in seven hours, listening to this song almost a dozen times and recalling that once upon a time I loved this band but couldn’t remember why.

This was originally published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column over at No Depression: The Journal of Roots Music.

Many of my past columns, articles, and essays can be accessed at here my own site, therealeasyed.com. I also aggregate news and videos on both Flipboard and Facebook as The Real Easy Ed: Americana and Roots Music Daily. My Twitter handle is @therealeasyed and my email address is easyed@therealeasyed.com

Monterey Pop Festival: The Fifty Year Anniversary

Paul Kantner/Jefferson Airplane by Elaine Mayes

It happened in June of 1967, before the Woodstock music festival and Altamont concert. The Beatles were still a band that had four singles in the top ten. Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits was released and it landed on the charts behind the Monkees,  Doors, Stones, Aretha Franklin and Velvet Underground with Nico. Johnny Cash had yet to record at Folsom Prison and Gram Parsons was neither a Byrd nor a Burrito Brother. Townes Van Zandt was still playing at a club in Houston, Steve Earle was only 12, Jay Farrar turned seven months old, and Jeff Tweedy was yet to be born. There was no radio format called Americana, and it would be 28 years until Peter Blackstock and Grant Alden would publish the first issue of No Depression.

On the first day of the Monterey International Pop Music Festival I had just finished up tenth grade, and was living 3,000 miles away in Philadelphia. Throughout the spring and summer I was hanging out at the Guitar Workshop, downtown near Rittenhouse Square, where I’d dust off the Martins and run errands. It was around the corner from The 2nd Fret, a coffeehouse where you’d see old blues men, young folkies and local bands. On July 23, my friend Carol Drucker asked if I wanted to go with her to see the Mamas and the Papas at Convention Hall. On the bill were the Blues Magoos, Moby Grape, and a guy named Scott McKenzie. That night was the first time we heard news about this festival they had in California.

The three days and nights of the Monterey Pop Festival were put together in just seven weeks as a nonprofit event. It has been written that the idea first came out of a discussion at Cass Elliot’s house with Paul McCartney, John and Michelle Phillips, and producer Lou Adler. Alan Pariser and promoter Ben Shapiro approached John and Lou about staging it in Monterey and a number of people jumped onboard, including Peter Pilaflan, Chip Monck, Beatles publicist Derek Taylor, Tom Wilkes, and David Wheeler.

It’s that Canned Heat performance from Saturday afternoon that was on my mind this week and prompted me to troll YouTube. I was researching ’60s “white boy” blues bands and remembered seeing it years ago. What I had forgotten about was how much of the festival was caught on film by D.A. Pennbacker. Although it was released the following year as a 79-minute film, in 2002 a three-disc high definition DVD set with a super clean 5.1 mix was brought out and is still available from The Criterion Collection.

The performances that are most known from the original release included The Who, the Jimi Hendrix Experience, Big Brother and The Holding Company with Janis Joplin, the Mamas and the Papas, Otis Redding, Ravi Shankar, and Jefferson Airplane. The full collection also has the “outtakes,” with the Blues Project, the Byrds, Country Joe and the Fish, the Electric Flag, Al Kooper, Laura Nyro, the Paul Butterfield Blues Band, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Simon & Garfunkel, and more.

Here’s Pennbacker on how the film was shot:

The music performances would be recorded on eight track recorders, which had only recently been invented and were quite rare. The real complication was getting the film we shot to sync with the sound. The cameras we were going to use weighed heavily on my mind as we had made them ourselves. There were no commercial cameras we could handhold that would run the film in real time and sync to the sound. And the syncing was not always perfect.

We knew that there was going to be much more music than we could fit into a ninety minute film, so Bobby Neuwirth tended a red light at the edge of the stage which would be on for the songs we had chosen so all the cameras would know what to shoot. But when Jimi Hendrix or Otis Redding or The Who got going, the red light never went off.

That’s Booker T. and The M.G.’s with the Mar-Keys’ horn section backing Otis Redding, who six months later would die in a plane crash. He was the closing act on Saturday night and up until then he had performed mainly for black audiences. According to Booker T. Jones, “I think we did one of our best shows, Otis and the M.G.’s. That we were included in that was also something of a phenomenon. That we were there? With those people? They were accepting us and that was one of the things that really moved Otis. He was happy to be included and it brought him a new audience. It was greatly expanded in Monterey.”

The festival was indeed a nonprofit event, with every artist playing for free, with the exception of Ravi Shankar, who was paid $3,000. Country Joe and The Fish earned $5,000 from the film but all other funds went to The Foundation, which describes itself as “a nonprofit charitable and educational foundation empowering music-related personal development, creativity, and mental and physical health. In the spirit of the Monterey International Pop Festival, and on behalf of the artists who took part, the Foundation awards grants to qualified organizations and individuals with identifiable needs in those areas.”

Brian Wilson, who was on the board of directors for the festival, and the Beach Boys were scheduled to headline one night but cancelled. The Kinks, Donovan, Mick Jagger, and Keith Richards couldn’t secure visas into the country. Brian Jones attended and introduced Hendrix. Invited but declining to appear were the Beatles, Mothers of Invention, Captain Beefheart, Dionne Warwick, and several Motown artists. Moby Grape’s film and audio remain unreleased as their manager Matthew Katz demanded $1,000,000 for the rights. (Of course, this being 2017, the audio has been found and posted on You Tube…hail hail rock n’ roll.)

This article was originally published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column over at No Depression dot com.

The Supersonic Guitars of Billy Mure

The history of session musicians goes back to the 1920s and ’30s, when the major record labels each had their own “studio bands” that could quickly crank out the latest pop hits. Many of the musicians were in working bands that played at clubs late into the night, but they would show up at recording studios or radio stations during the day. Most were uncredited, and many went on to have successful careers in big bands and jazz combos.

As the decades rolled on, and specifically since the 2008 release of the film The Wrecking Crew, which documents the Los Angeles-based group of musicians who played on almost every major release from Phil Spector’s productions to the Beach Boys and Byrds’ albums along with literally hundreds of hit singles from the ’60s and ’70s, there’s been a renewed interest and spotlight on these unsung heroes.

While other books and films have come out in the past few years covering the studios and players in places like Muscle Shoals, Memphis, Detroit, and Nashville, it’s interesting that there hasn’t been much written about New York’s long historical recording tradition. The writing on Manhattan’s music industry has mostly been focused on the songwriting tradition from Tin Pan Alley to the Brill Building and the business acumen of the hundreds of record labels and radio and TV shows that were based there. But back in the day, there were probably more session musicians per square foot on the island than anyplace else in the world.

About three and half years ago, I wrote an article for No Depression on a New York-based singer-songwriter named Emily Mure who had just released her first album, and in our exchange of information and conversational emails, I learned she was the granddaughter of Billy Mure, a musician, producer, and arranger who has a cult following among “retro-billy” guitarists and was one of those people who had a quietly successful career lending his incredible talent to a long string of hits by other artists.

The first record he played on that made it to number one was “Rag Mop” by the Ames Brothers in 1950, a cover version of a song written by Bob Wills’ younger brother Johnnie Lee and Deacon Anderson. While the latter’s version was driven by a smokin’ pedal steel guitar riff, the Ames Brothers’ pop cover with Billy Mure comes riding along with a short classic solo 49 seconds in. That precedes by a year “Rocket 88” by Jackie Brenston and Ike Turner, which some consider the first rock record. Billy may have beat that clock.

https://youtu.be/Zi6KKoshmi4

Born in 1915 in New York, Mure was playing violin by the time he turned five and moved to guitar in his late teens. Prior to World War II he played with several society orchestras on the high-end club and resort circuits. He learned arranging while in the military, working with the Air Force Band playing both string bass and tuba, and he lived in North Carolina for a spell before heading back to New York. He worked in the studio orchestra for radio station WNEW for 10 years while also doing a number of other gigs around town. By the late ’50s, he came up with the concept of Supersonic Guitars, which led to a string of albums for RCA and MGM. Jazz legend Bucky Pizzarelli picks up the story for Vintage Guitar:

“Billy was so busy. He was on WNEW, doing 15-minute radio shows all day long, and between those shows he was doing three record dates a day. I don’t know how he squeezed it all in, but he was a workhorse. There were a lot of dates where Billy was the arranger, and it would be Billy, George Barnes, and me. On the Supersonic stuff, he had more like five guitars – including me on (Danelectro six-string) bass guitar, Al Caiola, Tony Mottola, Al Casimenti, Don Arnone, and himself. Billy had his own style, and he wrote things out for the other guitars; sometimes George was the soloist.”

In that same article, retro-billy Deke Dickerson adds this:

“Undoubtedly, Billy Mure could lead an orchestra, read charts, and play a jazz gig, but just give a listen to ‘Tiger Guitars’ and tell me he’s not one of the great unsung rock and roll electric guitarists of the 1950s.”

I’ll get back to the Supersonic Guitars, but just to give you you a taste of Billy’s contribution to so many classic pop songs of the ‘50s and ‘60s, here’s just a few songs he played on that hit number one on the charts:

Paul Anka – “Diana”
Frankie Laine – “Rawhide”
Eddie Fisher – “Oh My Papa”
Marty Robbins – “White Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation”
Bobby Darin – “Splish Splash”
Rosemary Clooney – “Come on-a My House”
Guy Mitchell – “Heartaches By The Numbers”
Perez Prado – “Patricia”
Tony Bennett – “Because of You” and “Cold Cold Heart”
Johnny Mathis – “Chances Are”
Patti Page – “How Much Is That Doggy In The Window”
Bryan Hyland – “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini”
Johnny Ray – “Cry”

As a producer, Mure also had top ten success with Marcie Blaine and “Bobby’s Girl,” Ray Peterson’s “Tell Laura I Love Her,” and this one by a 17-year-old Bobbie Freeman:

Back to the aforementioned Supersonic Guitar series, Mure came up with that concept in 1957 and it was a hard-rockin’ offshoot to the short-lived craze of space-age pop that included exotica, bachelor pad, jet-set pop, cocktail, outsider, and other incredible strange music. Once again ahead of the curve, I would describe it as post-rockabilly and pre-surf.

In early August of 1959, MGM Records’ sales and promotion team traveled down to the Bahamas for their annual convention, led by my cousin Arnold Maxin, who at the time was president of the label. I can imagine that there was plenty of hard drinking, chasing women, playing golf or poker, and the occasional meeting and speeches. Billboard magazine reported that they dubbed their convention “The Profitonic Plan” and noted that Mure’s Supersonic Guitars album would be one of their strong sales leaders.

Two weeks later, Billboard gave it a four-star review, noting the five guitar players and three drummers, the danceable tunes, fine sound reproduction with interesting tone effects, and a cover that was an “eye-catcher” showing a jet breaking the sound barrier would be a sales winner. MGM also got similar reviews for two other artists in the release cycle: orchestra leader David Rose and Maurice Chevalier’s tribute to Al Jolson.

Unfortunately, none of these three albums made much noise on the charts, but a new girl singer named Connie Francis was the breakout, and Mure played on those sessions. MGM’s Supersonic Guitars (SE 3780) album was the last in the series that was ever released, yet through the years Mure found a number of projects to work on that ranged from instrumentals, novelty albums, budget product, children’s music, and many other session and production gigs. He was also a guitarist on TV shows by Jimmy Dean, Perry Como, and Barbra Streisand.

On September 25, 2013, Billy Mure passed away at the age of 97. As reported in Vintage Guitar, when he turned 64 he relocated to Florida. His son Gary reported that “he started playing solo guitar in a lounge, and that resurrected his career. In New York, he’d gotten replaced by the younger guys, but he was playing all over the restaurant circuit in Florida – sometimes two or three times a week, every week, up until his death.”

It was shortly after his passing that I came across Emily Mure’s Odyssey album and I reached out to her. In our correspondence I was very touched by how proud she was of her grandfather, and it has stayed with me over the years. When we recently had the chance to meet and stood together talking and catching up, I promised her that I was going to write the story of Billy Mure. And I’m going to let her own words close it out.

“My grandfather started playing music at 5 years old and played gigs regularly up until a couple of weeks before he passed. He came down for my release show in July and gifted me his banjo that Arthur Godfrey gave to him.

One week before he passed, we went to visit him down in Florida. I was fortunate enough to play some of my songs for him at his bedside. The man was almost completely deaf at that point, but he asked for my song “This Place,” one of his favorites from my new album, Odyssey, and he sang along with me on some of the “oooo’s” in the song.

He sang some of his own songs and we sang with him, and he asked to play my guitar, which he did from his bed. He passed peacefully at 97 years old, just a month and a half shy of his 98th birthday, with loved ones by his side.”

This one’s for Billy.

This article was originally published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column, posted on No Depression dot com.

The Alternative Fact of “Buffalo Gals”

In 1844 a blackface minstrel named John Hodges, who performed under the name “Cool White,” wrote and published a song titled “Lubly Fan.” Over the years it became quite popular throughout the country, and touring minstrels would often switch up the lyrics to appeal to wherever they were playing. Now considered a traditional American folk song, almost everybody knows the chorus.

Buffalo gals, won’t you come out tonight?
Come out tonight, Come out tonight?
Buffalo gals, won’t you come out tonight,
And dance by the light of the moon.

According to an article from the Library of Congress, the Ethiopian Serenaders, a white band who also performed in blackface, published sheet music for “Philadelphia Gals” with similar lyrics and no attribution for a composer in 1845, and then again in 1848 for “Buffalo Gals,” presumably for Buffalo, N.Y.

 

That’s a 1929 recording from The Pickard Family, which sounds pretty authentic to the times, but here’s a more homogenized version by Gene Autry that was used for the 1950 film Cow Town. It should be noted that Hollywood used “Buffalo Gals” quite often: It was featured prominently in High NoonTexas, and Frank Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life.

 

Pete Seeger learned the song when he was recruited by Alan Lomax in 1939 to work on cataloging field recordings at the Library of Congress in Washington. This version was recorded for Moses Asch years later, and is still available on the Smithsonian Folkways set titled American Favorite Ballads.

 

In true folk tradition, the tune was appropriated and lyrics changed for rockabilly singer Ray Smith’s version, and he sold over a million copies in 1960 for Judd Records.

 

In 1958 a group called The Olympics had a top-ten single with “Western Movies,” which was written by Fred Smith and Cliff Goldsmith. Two years later, those two composers adapted “Buffalo Gals” in a completely different way:

 

Skipping ahead about 15 years, Malcolm McLaren was a British visual artist, performer, musician, clothing designer, and boutique owner. He supplied stage costumes to the New York Dolls and eventually became well known as the manager of the Sex Pistols. After they self-destructed he was involved with Adam and the Ants, Bow Wow Wow, The Slits, and Jimmy the Hoover.

In the early ’80s I managed a record store in Santa Monica, and an unlikely album captured my attention. McLaren had teamed up with producer Trevor Horn and a duo of radio disc jockeys – The World’s Famous Supreme Team – from New York City who hosted a hip-hop and classic R&B show on WHBI 105.9 FM and were among the first DJs to introduce the art of scratching to the world. Duck Rock was on my turntable almost every night in 1983, and it was this version of “Buffalo Gals” that is my hands-down favorite.

 

Somewhere along the way I lost the album, but 20 years later I found a used CD reissue at Amoeba Records. It always traveled with me in the car along with the twang stuff I listen to, and my kids – who were about ten and seven at the time – learned all the lyrics. Together we could all recite the spoken word interludes that were ripped from the radio shows of Sedivine the Mastermind and Just Allah the Superstar.

A few weeks ago my oldest son and I got to talking about that album, and he reminded me he wrote a paper in college about the evolution of “Buffalo Gals.” I asked him to send it to me, and while he might be disappointed that I strayed from his original narrative and main topic, I have to give him credit for prompting me to write this column. It’s just a great song and the perfect example of how a folk song will twist and turn, with each version presenting an “alternative fact” of the original.

Alright kids, I’ll leave you with my second-favorite version of the song. Play it through and play it loud. And thanks for the catchphrase, Kellyanne.

 

This was originally was published as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column over at No Depression dot com.