Here Comes the Sun, There Goes the Sun

Sun-Maid Logo 1915 / Public Domain

In 1912 a group of raisin growers in California’s San Joaquin Valley got together and decided to form a collective but had no name or business plan. They soon became the California Associated Raisin Company, but a gentleman named E.A. Berg coined one of the most iconic brand names in American history: Sun-Maid. In 1915, Sun-Maid’s director saw a young woman named Lorraine Collett in a bright red bonnet drying her hair, and she agreed to pose for a painting that would become the company’s logo. That logo was featured on a little red box that my mom would put into my Roy Rogers tin lunchbox as my snack every day I went to school. That’s my first memory about the sun: It helped grow something sweet and satisfying.

Beyond raisins, I don’t recall ever spending much time thinking about the sun. You learn about it in science class and study the mythology, and it’s in the news whenever there’s an eclipse. It can burn you and make you sweat, it’s so gigantic that if it were hollow you could fit 960,000 planets the size of Earth inside, and it rises in the east, sets in the west. Stories, myths, legends, facts and fiction: A gazillion books, films, paintings, and songs have either made the sun their subject, or at minimum placed the three-letter word into the title. We love it, we fear it, and many worship it. We’ve been taught to travel far to take vacations in sunny places, and when we have outdoor plans we pray for a sunny day. And for those who can’t get enough of it, there’s a small town in Norway where the sun doesn’t set from April to August.

I have a strong recollection of getting sunburned when I was about five or six, when my family had rented a house for a week down the Jersey shore in a town called Ocean Gate. Back then most folks weren’t so conscious of the danger that the sun could cause, apart from warnings from the endless Coppertone suntan lotion billboards on the side of the highways that featured a dog pulling down a little girl’s shorts. At the end of my first day in the sand and surf, we came back at the house, washed off with a hose and saw that my skin was the color of a tomato. My mom told me I was going to be in a lot of pain and she sent dad to the local drugstore for a bottle of something called Solarcaine, which they slathered on me from top to bottom. It helped a little, but it hurt so bad that they rented a beach umbrella for me to sit under for a few days and I had to keep a shirt on and wear my Phillies baseball hat.

Speaking to both my ignorance and stubbornness, one might have thought I learned a life lesson. I didn’t. For the next 60 years I rarely would put on sun protection and pretty much hated wearing hats. I got sunburned many, many times until I figured out my own little method of soaking up just a little bit of sun during the first few days of summer or while on a vacation, “laying down a base,” as I called it, and eventually developing that healthy-looking dark tan. Worked like a charm most of the time and, besides, it was the sun: the source of life on Earth, providing humanity with food, shelter, warmth, and don’t forget those damn sweet raisins.

Last month I caught a bad cold that developed into bronchitis and went to see my doc. After she checked me out and wrote a prescription, I casually pointed to this spot on my arm that I had recently noticed and asked her what it was. “It’s a trip to the dermatologist,” she replied, and the next day I stood naked in front of a stranger who found a couple of suspicious looking spots. Let’s skip the gory details, but five days later I was diagnosed with not just one type of malignant skin cancer, but two. If I had any doubt to the seriousness of it, when I got the call it began with “I don’t want to alarm you, but tomorrow morning you’ll be seeing an oncologist.”

Cutting – I probably shouldn’t use that word – to the chase, in the past three weeks I’ve had two surgeries leaving me with a new fear of the sun, two long scars, and we’re still not finished. If you want the good news, it was caught before it spread and it looks like I’ll be sticking around for a while longer. The bad news is that I have to buy a hat and start wearing it. And put on sunscreen. And wear long-sleeved shirts with fabric that offers ultraviolet protection. And keep out of the sun from 10 to 4. Great.

I do not share this for empathy, but I’m up against a deadline and at the moment this is about the only thing on my mind. Songs about the sun seem to take a new meaning today, so there you have it. And listen, I ain’t one to be preachy, but it wouldn’t hurt you to get an annual skin check-up. Let me close this out not with a song about the sun, but one by Eva Cassidy who passed away at the age of 33 after her skin cancer spread. She had discovered the same sort of thing I have when she was in her late 20s, took care of it, and then blew off the follow-ups. In her death she has gained in popularity, especially for her version of “Over The Rainbow,” but this is the song that keeps playing over and over in my head.

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows
You’re wondering if I’m okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time

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.

Americana and Roots Music Videos: RPM 6

Photo from Custom Rodder website

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

Like a prospector panning for gold, I usually spend an hour each night looking for live performance videos on YouTube that I can share with y’all. Sometimes it leads to a column featuring one artist or just a particular topic, and other times it gets tucked away for a rainy day … a euphemism for not being able to meet a deadline on time. But my time management failure this week is your win, because there are a few things I think you’ll enjoy checking out. Mostly roots music, a few not. Old or new, there’s a musical fortune to be found on the digital lost highway.

Hayes Carll

It’s been a few years since the Texas troubadour’s last album, and now Carll is set to release What It Is on Feb. 15, which is also the first date of his tour. Fiancée Allison Moorer co-produced the 12-song collection with Brad Jones, and she helped co-write a number of the songs. Carll told Rolling Stone Country that “She’s wildly eloquent but sometimes uses her own made-up language. She’s really practical, but will do things like paint the front porch ceiling turquoise because she believes it keeps the evil spirits out. She’s a unicorn and I just try to enjoy her magic and not screw it up.”

The Handsome Family

For over three years the Milwaukee Record has been hosting Public Domain. The music video series features musicians setting up at Colectivo Coffee Roasters to adapt some of the world’s best-known songs in ways never been heard before. “Home on the Range” was originally a poem written by Dr. Brewster Higley in 1872 and put to music by a friend of his named Daniel Kelley. It became popular in 1933 after crooner Bing Crosby released it, and it’s been covered endlessly and taught in schools and camps. Brett and Rennie Sparks do a fine job.

Eva Cassidy

Although I knew her name, I’d never listened to Cassidy or knew much about her other than she had passed away at a very young age from cancer. When I recently was doing research for a column about cover songs, I thought about a Cyndi Lauper song I’ve always loved but thought should have been produced completely differently than the hit single. This is what came up when I poked around. Eva Cassidy’s  performance of “Time After Time” took place at the Blues Alley jazz supper club in DC’s Georgetown neighborhood on the Jan. 3, 1996. Ten months later, she passed.

 Wilma Lee and Stoney Cooper 

Back in 1964 a film was released that was financed and produced by Hank Williams’ widow, Audrey. Country Music on Broadway was distributed by Howco International and packed with stars. Filmed in Nashville rather than New York, here’s a clip featuring Wilma Lee and Stoney Cooper, one of West Virginia’s best-known husband-and-wife country music teams. They performed for a decade on radio station WWVA’s Wheeling Jamboree USA, followed by 20 years at the Grand Ole Opry with their band the Clinch Mountain Clan.

 Vivian Leva and Riley Calcagno

One of my favorite albums from last year was Vivian Leva‘s Time is Everything. With the exception of two songs, everything was written by her between the ages of 14 to 19. Joined by her music partner Riley Calcagno, a talented multi-instrumentalist, she recruited others to add fiddle, banjo, pedal steel, and percussion. As Calcagno explains it, “We started and ended the session as a duo but it was her vision and material that completely drove the process.” It created enough of a buzz that Leva was named one of Rolling Stone Country’s “10 New Artists You Need to Know” for 2018.

While both Vivian and Rileyare still in college and separated by a couple thousand miles, they spend their time off traveling across the country together and playing dates in living rooms and concert halls as well as old-time and traditional music festivals, workshops, and camps. Leva also accepted an invitation to join The Onlies, a trio from the Pacific Northwest that got together in 2005 when they were only seven years old featuring Calcagno, Sami Braman, and Leo Shannon.

“We met Vivian at Voice Works, a great camp in Port Townsend Washington, and hit it off, playing late into the night a couple nights in a row,” says Calcagno. “We started playing with her more and more, and she really has brought something special and fresh to the group.” Although scattered around the country for now, they’re working on plans for the summer. In the meantime, here’s another from Leva’s album.

Molly Tuttle

After last year’s debut EP Rise, Molly Tuttle took home a bucketful of awards. Her song “You Didn’t Call My Name” was Folk Alliance International’s Song of the Year, took home the Americana Music Award for Instrumentalist of the Year, and was the International Bluegrass Music Association’s Guitar Player of the Year. She’s one of the brightest stars on the “this ain’t your grandfather’s bluegrass” scene today and will be releasing her first album, When You’re Ready, in April. Before she took off from her home in California to Berklee College of Music in Boston, and then Nashville, where she currently lives, she played in her family’s band, The Tuttles, featuring AJ Lee. Here’s an instrumental from 2010 showing off the talents of all three Tuttle kids, and I believe Molly is only 17.

So You Wanna Be a Rock ‘n’ Roll Star?

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

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.

Easy Ed’s Guide to Cover Songs,Tribute Albums and Compilations

Collage by Easy Ed

In my previous life as a sales and marketing weasel that began in the early seventies and came to an end about ten years ago,I worked for a number of record distributors in both the independent and major label world. A good deal of my time was spent on promoting tribute albums, which would usually feature at least one or multiple name artists performing other people’s work, or at least have some sort of common theme.

The one-artist tribute album has been around since at least 1952, when Canadian jazz pianist Oscar Peterson honored his musical hero Duke Ellington with a collection that spanned two discs on Clef Records. They sold well enough that there are now well over thirty Ellington tribute albums, with the most popular from singer Ella Fitzgerald whose own discography is full of similar releases spotlighting individual composers. That concept lives on with, as an example, Steve Earle’s Townes collection and his newest album of Guy Clark songs.

By the mid-fifties a different twist on the tribute album was the low budget knockoffs. Labels would simply record the top hits of the day using studio musicians, and sell them at a steep discount in places like supermarkets. These cover versions were a great way to get incremental business for the larger labels who not only distributed the originals and often owned the publishing, but each owned their own budget divisions that existed simply to squeeze out every ounce of profit they could.

Many independent budget-only labels sprouted up in order to duplicate entire albums or bands with low paid imitators. For example, in addition to the all-female Beatle Buddies seen above, there were The Beetles, American Beatles, Bearcuts, The Liverpools, The Liverpool Beats and several more Beatle imitation bands than I recall. Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass were covered by The Mexican Brass, The Surfsiders did the music of Beach Boys and so on. Re- recorded ‘golden oldies’ or ‘dance party’ compilations were also a large part of that market.

By the mid-nineties regional and national record store chains, electronic retailers, booksellers and discount stores began to roll out the ‘big box’ concept, devoting a lot of floor space to music and featuring huge inventories. For the record labels it was a boom period, allowing them to increase production and sales simply to fill the pipeline for all that new shelf space. It also gave rise to a new type of tribute album that focused on the ultimate fan or completist.

Here’s how that worked: A fan of Metallica wanders into a Tower Store and and looks in their bin. Already knowing they don’t have anything new, they’ll see a bluegrass tribute album of their music. As crazy as that sounds, the completist would likely buy it. And in fact, on October 4, 2003 CMH Records released Fade To Bluegrass, with a string band called Iron Horse playing the songs of Metallica. For a weird one-off tribute album, it sold unbelievably well, and the video below has five and a half million views. A little bluegrass and country label based in Los Angeles created a virtual tribute industry, with hundreds of titles of multiple genres and a number of other labels followed their path.

It was a formula that worked pretty well as long as there were enough stores with enough shelf space to add them into their inventory, and different labels each had their own specialty. One would try to find at least one living member of a defunct band, throw them into a studio with session players and crank out new versions of old songs. Another did straight, cheap soundalikes that sold at bargain prices, especially in places like military PX’s or the early versions of dollar stores. CMH took another path, bringing out a series of over a hundred well- produced bluegrass recordings and later adding string quartets, techno, dance and and rock- a-bye lullabies to their catalog. They focused on quality, using well-known musicians who were purposely uncredited and spending time and resources on cover art and packaging.

Somewhere around 2007, when record stores started going bankrupt and closing their doors, the market for tributes and covers became severely impacted. I spent my last year in the music business as head of sales for CMH, and we digitized their huge catalog for iTunes and other online retailers, started looking harder at non-music specialty retailers and brainstorming new ideas and concepts. In a year I was done and gone, as was much of the staff. They made tough decisions, trimmed overhead, slowed down their release schedule, and appear to have continued to sustain their business.

While there are still labels that are put out low cost digital-only tribute/cover albums, obviously without the big box retailers left, it’s now a business of pennies rather than dollars. And why I can’t figure out the how, why and economics of it, real honest-to-God tribute albums with various well known artists are still being released albeit sparingly. While you might get plenty of press and pull off one or two concerts to publicize the project, then what? Sell a thousand copies and sit back for the quarterly $5 check from each of the streaming platforms to roll in? I really like the recent Ray Steven’s tribute but can’t imagine a market big enough to keep those type of projects going.

I’ve always been a fan of the quality tribute releases as well as multi-artist compilations such as the soundtracks to the American Epic series and Ken Burn’s Jazz. And I grew up listening to the Anthology of American Folk Music which is still the motherlode for roots music. My favorite ‘current day’ tribute release was The National’s Day Of The Dead, a sprawling effort featuring dozens and dozens of artists across multiple genres interpreting the music of the Grateful Dead. It’s simply stellar. As a long time collector of all types of cover songs, reinvention and reinterpretation can take a song far beyond the original concept, creating something new. Ask Bob Dylan about that the next time you see him.

I’m going to close this out with a few suggestion for those who haven’t really paid attention to cover songs, tributes or compilations. Some are historical, some whimsical. Most can easily be found somewhere, sometime or someplace online or at your local sore. I’m primarily sticking to the ‘various artist’ releases, but there’s so much more to explore. Willie Nelson doing a tribute to Ray Price songs or Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy and Dawn McCarthy’s exceptional album of Everly Brothers tunes are examples. And for those of you who have been following Uncut magazine over the years, their free samplers are a collector’s dream. Tough to come by, but well worth the sleuthing. Have fun.

Keep Your Soul: A Tribute to Doug Sahm
Chimes of Freedon: Songs of Bob Dylan
Subterranean Homesick Blues: A Tribute to Bob Dylan
A Nod To Bob
Bob Dylan: The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration (Deluxe Edition) Endless Highway – The Music of the Band
King of the Road: A Tribute to Roger Miller
Light of Day: A Tribute to Bruce Springsteen
Reefer Blues: Vintage Songs About Marijuana
Let’s Do Rocksteady: The Story of Rocksteady
Sing Me The Songs: Celebrating The Works of Kate McGarrigle
Mercyland: Hymns for the Rest of Us
Will The Circle Be Unbroken
The Unbroken Circle: The Musical Heritage of the Carter Family
Looking Into You: A Tribute to Jackson Browne
The Harry Smith Project: Anthology of American Folk Music
The Harry Smith Project Revisited
Another Day, Another Time: Celebrating The Music of Inside Llewyn Davis Smithsonian Folkways Classic Series
The Tejano Roots Series
Okeh Stomping Boogie: The Best of Western Swing
Hot Dance Bands From Okeh
The Okeh Rhythm and Blues Story
The Aladdin Records Story
Columbia Country Classics
Timeless: Hank Williams Tribute
The Lost Notebooks of Hank Williams
Sweet Soul Music
The Doo Wop Box
Cohen Covered
We Love You Mr. Cohen
Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man (Motion Picture Soundtrack)
I Am Sam (Music Inspired From The Movie)
Beat The Retreat: Songs of Richard Thompson
Avalon Blues: A Tribute to Mississippi John Hirt
Poet: A Tribute to Townes Van Zandt
I Am The Resurrection: A Tribute to John Fahey
The Life and Songs of Emmylou Harris
Like A Hurricane: A Tribute to Neil Young
This Notes For You: A Tribute to Neil Young
Cinnamon Girl: Women Artists Cover Neil Young
This One’s For Him: A Tribute to Guy Clark
Things About Comin’ My Way: A Tribute to The Mississippi Sheiks Big Bend Killing: The Appalachian Ballad Tradition
The Executioners Last Songs
Look Again To The Wind: Johnny Cash’s Bitter Tears Revisited The Oxford American Southern Annual Music Issue samplers Sing To Me Sleep: Indie Lullabies
Commemorative: A Tribute to Gram Parsons
Return Of The Grievous Angel: Tribute to Gram Parsons
Gram Parsons All Star Tribute Sessions
Tulare Dust: A Songwriters Tribute to Merle Haggard
Dear Jean: Artists Celebrate Jean Ritchie
R. Crumbs Heroes of Blues, Jazz and Country
Almost You: The Songs of Elvis Costello

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.

Talkin’ Music, Politics and Activism With The Mammals

Mike and Ruthy of The Mammals

There’s been something gnawing at me for the past few years whenever I’ve attended a concert that I haven’t quite been able to put my finger on. With the exception of seeing Steve Earle, where it’s guaranteed you’ll hear him play ‘Copperhead Road’ as much as it is expected hearing his latest views on politics, rarely does a musician ever utter the name of the man in the House of White. What you’ll usually get from most musicians is an introduction to a song mentioning ‘these hard or troubled times that we live in’ or a passing reference often in the form of humor that allows the audience to titter quietly, and perhaps feel as if they are sitting together with an audience of fellow travelers.

Call it a form of false memory syndrome, but I had been thinking that almost every concert I attended back in the late Sixties and into the post-Watergate period was politically charged and part of the counter-culture revolution. On deeper and sober reflection, that is a falsehood. For example, I’m reminded of the Woodstock festival fifty years ago when the late Abbie Hoffman, an American anarchist and political activist who co-founded the Youth International Party (Yippies), took to the stage during a performance by The Who and attempted to talk about the unfair imprisonment of John Sinclair. While psychedelic and faded memories have altered the storyline a bit, the gist of it is that Pete Townshend threw him off the stage and likely bopped him on the head with his guitar. Music 1, Politics 0.

Trying to understand why in today’s hyper-political climate more musicians aren’t speaking out and using the stage as a platform to rally enthusiasm for protest and change, I reached out to Mike Merenda and Ruthy Ungar from The Mammals for their thoughts. They were described as a ‘subversive acoustic traditionalists’ and a ‘party band with a conscience’ by the Washington Post in a review of last year’s stunning album, Sunshiner. In choosing the album as one of her top ten picks of 2018 for Folk Alley, former No Depression guru Kim Ruehl wrote that every song ‘has its own little spirit, and together gives us a sense of what we’re capable of when we work together’. I’ll add that they are each good hearted intelligent and articulate souls whom I have great respect for, and are grassroots activists looking for ways to give back to their community at every chance they get.

In response to my question as to why they think its not often that you hear more political chatter from the stage, this came from Mike:

‘Many artists don’t want to mention Trump’s name at all, for fear of contaminating the room and sabotaging the spell they’re attempting to cast. One thing we discovered this year is that it’s potentially more productive to sing and talk about what we’re for, as opposed to what we’re against. Bashing Trump is almost too easy. It’s a no brainer and it almost can feel like a low blow. A sucker punch. But if you actually stand for policies that are utterly non-Trumpian (sustainability, respect for all people, equality, etc), well then you’re winning on multiple fronts and potentially even taking some knuckleheads with you!’

Ruthy recalls the band’s experience at the 2005 Festival International in Louisiana. One of their tunes prompted the festival to consider instituting a policy on restricting songs about politics, which you can read about here. At the time she could see both sides, noting that ‘Sometimes people believe that a festival is not a place to think about anything negative, it’s supposed to be a party.’ Thirteen years later, with Trump causing much divisiveness, Ruthy echoes much of what Mike feels:

‘I have definitely experienced the sudden feeling of his name fouling the air in an otherwise stunning concert setting. For real. I believe people crave spaces and experiences where his name his image and his energy are not present. I know I do! We spent the George W Bush presidency calling him out by name, specifically with a popular song of Mike’s called The Bush Boys. But as Mike says, we’ve entered a new paradigm where we sing what we’re for, not what we’re against. The current administration gets plenty of coverage. We want to expand the consciousness of healing antidotes: friendship, courage, leading with your heart, and putting Mother Earth first.’

In the spirit of their commitment to activism, this past December saw The Mammals coming up with yet another way to assist organizations that exist to help others and are in need of support to continue. Before I get into that, you need to hear Ruthy’s thoughts on the current state of earning a living as a musician, citing ownership of both physical and digital recordings as a novelty. The question is ‘Do you just stop or keep going?’

‘The monetary value of music was always secondary to the emotional value for me. If recordings are valued at zero dollars now, maybe the creators who will remain in the game have always made music for deeper reasons and are able to survive on other income streams, like touring, teaching, and direct fan patronage. We’ve discovered support from our fans via Patreon, and with their help we’d like to keep going deeper into our craft and welcoming the new technology that allows us to share songs with fans directly.’

In a press release sent out on the last day of 2018, The Mammals shared that they have made available for download five singles on their Bandcamp page. Previously unreleased and from the Sunshiner sessions, they are donating 100% of sales to specific causes that relate to the message of each song. In Mike’s words: ‘Our actual donation may be humble but we’re proud to shine a light on the good work of others, those who have inspired us and who are using their energy to effect positive change in our community and our world. These are the Sunshiners!’

Here’s a breakdown of each song and where the proceeds will go to. I’ve added links to each if you’d like more information or care to make a direct contribution. Personally, I am often trying to think of ways I can make a difference but am too successful at making up excuses why I can’t. Not enough time, not enough money, not enough strength and perhaps not enough compassion when it’s most needed. But Mike and Ruthy have inspired and made it easy…so I’m going to reach into my pocket and encourage those who read this to do the same and maybe even go one step further: share this story with someone else.

“Poison” represents a parent’s plea in the opioid crisis with proceeds going to O+ Positive Festival.

“Which Road Takes Me Home” is a poetic outpouring with proceeds going to TMI Project.

“The Old Days,” was inspired in part by Ungar’s time at Bard College and will contribute to the Bard Prison Initiative.

“I’m Ready For The Industrial Revolution To Be Over” is a punk-infused song inspired by environmentalist Bill McKibben who’s group 350.org is the recipient of proceeds.

The final track is “One Vine” an ode to regeneration, hope, and unity which will contribute to indigenous-led action group Seeding Sovereignty.

Two years ago The Mammals brought together family and friends and released what is probably one of my favorite music videos of all time. It’s easy to hear why they are one of the best kick-ass party bands on the road today, never failing to give me that good time feeling and here’s a confession that I don’t share easily: when I’m alone, I like to dance to it.

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.

Life and Death From Hank Williams to Townes Van Zandt

Hank Williams and Townes Van Zandt

I didn’t plan to submit a column on this topic, but then again I rarely know what will spill out of my slightly scorched and damaged brain cells until I fire up the old 11” MacBook Air, turn up the music, and let my fingers fly. It was actually Christmas Day that seemed most likely to be up for discussion, since I noticed that so many musicians have died on that date through the years. Vic Chesnutt, Eartha Kitt, bluesman Robert Ward, James Brown, Bryan “Snoopy” MacClean from the band Love, Damita Jo, Dean Martin, and Johnny Ace, who shot himself in the head. On the plus side, it’s also a pretty good day for being born: Jimmy Buffett, Merry Clayton, Barbara Mandrell, Dido, Chris Kenner, Tony Martin, and, way back in 1907, Cab Calloway.

Just for kicks I did a fast forward to the first day of the year and lo and behold if there weren’t quite a few musical oddities on New Year’s Day. For example, in 1773 the hymn that became known as “Amazing Grace” was first used to accompany a sermon led by John Newton in the town of Olney in England. It’s the birthday of bandleader Xavier Cugat – that’ll take you back, especially if y’all can remember his wife Charo, who was 41 years younger than him and a regular guest on the Merv Griffin Show – and also Joe McDonald from Country Joe and The Fish.

Things turn dark in 1953 when at age 29 Hiram King “Hank” Williams died right after midnight on New Year’s Day of a heart attack in the backseat of a Cadillac, likely brought on by a lethal cocktail of pills and alcohol. He was transported back to Montgomery, Alabama, in a silver coffin, placed onstage at the municipal auditorium, and it’s estimated that somewhere between 15,000 and 25,000 mourners passed through. His last single, released in November before his death, was “I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive.”

Carl Perkins put out “Blue Suede Shoes” three years later on the same date, and in 1959 Bill Haley and The Comets’ “Rock Around The Clock” soared to number one after it was used in the film Blackboard Jungle. This is the second time the song topped the charts, and although the record business used fuzzy math back then – and probably still does – it’s said it sold over 25 million singles. In that same year, Johnny Cash made his first of several trips to San Quentin prison to perform and was seen by a 19-year-old Merle Haggard, who was serving time for grand theft auto and armed robbery.

On Jan. 1, 1962, The Beatles auditioned for Dick Rowe, head of A&R for Decca Records. He turned them down in what is considered one of the biggest mistakes in music industry history, selecting instead another band who also tried out that day, Brian Poole and the Tremeloes. BBC-TV debuted Top Of The Pops in 1964 with the Rolling Stones, Dusty Springfield, Dave Clark Five, The Hollies, and Swinging Blue Jeans. In the United States, in 1965, The Beatles had three albums in Billboard Magazine‘s top ten from Capitol Records.

On the first of January in 1967, the Hell’s Angels put on a concert in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Called the “New Years Wail,” it featured Big Brother and The Holding Company and the Grateful Dead. In 1975, Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham joined Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana signed a one-year deal with Sub Pop in 1989, and the following year radio station WKRL in Clearwater, Florida, played Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven” over and over for 24 hours.

Townes Van Zandt died on the morning of Jan.1,1997, at 52 years old of a fatal heart attack. The son of a prominent oil family, he endured poverty for much of his life and suffered from mental illness, addiction, and alcoholism. He drifted around from his home state of Texas to Tennessee and Colorado. In a New York Times article published in May 2009, they wrote that “on good nights he seemed to disappear into chronicles of existential joy and agony” and “on bad nights he would fall off his stool onstage, too drunk or high to get through a set.”

In the article Steve Earle, who released a tribute to his mentor titled simply Townes, said “I met him at his absolute peak artistically. He had a really horrible reputation because of his behavior, but I also knew that he had made a decision to write songs at a certain level, that how good the songs were was primarily important to him. I committed to making art whether I ever got rich or not by Townes’s example.”

When Earle himself was sliding deep into his own addiction problems, Townes came to visit and Earle recalls he told him “I must be in trouble if they’re sending you.”

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.

How I Picked My Favorite Albums of 2018

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A week ago, give or take, the columnists and reviewers of No Depression received a note from Stacy Chandler, our chief for all things web related and self-described “killer of spam, keeper of the style guide, friend of good music and the good people who make it and listen to it,” letting us know that if we wanted to send her a top ten list of our favorite roots music titles for 2018, she’d be pleased to do something with them. What exactly she planned to do with them I didn’t know, and since I normally don’t participate in such things because I covet my status as the world’s largest collector of half-empty glasses, I deleted the email. Then I changed my mind.

Many of you know that in addition to writing for this website I also aggregate articles primarily about roots music and its weak-kneed country cousin Americana, posting several times each day on multiple platforms. Over the past few weeks I’ve stumbled upon and read endless lists for best rock, folk, indie, Americana, roots, blues, jazz, country, K-pop, hip-hop, live, and reissued albums of the year. While in the past I’ve just skipped or skimmed over them, this year was different.

While new album releases have dipped from a previous high of 130,000 titles per year to a more manageable 75,000 in 2018, when you’re not actually purchasing music because you’re accessing it through the stream at $9.99 per month, the act of finding and listening to new stuff is like having a giant crack addiction. After you the fill up the tank you still want more. And you can have it. Which leads me to why I’ve been searching through all these lists for things I’ve missed or never knew existed, and then adding them into my library with facial recognition and the flick of a thumb.

I’m not just looking for new music, but also books, films, Scandinavian television series on Netflix, the latest discounts on electronic gadgets that I have zero interest in ever buying, celebrity hairstyle transformations and facts about Dove Cameron, whose first kiss at age 17 was with Luke Benward. Not a clue as to who either of them are, but they must be important. I’ve also come across the ten best record stores in America, the best all-in-one turntables, the 13 best blues guitarists in the world, best concerts of the year, ten best music festivals of the year, seven English classic songs to sing out loud with children, and the best song from every Journey album (which is a bit presumptuous if you ask me).

Publishing your own personal list for other people to see and judge, unlike casting a vote in a poll by secret ballot, seems akin to standing naked in front of your tenth-grade public speaking class, and that just sucks. As you can tell by the photo above, I chose to utilize a rather simple system that I discovered on a Pinterest list of ‘easy home projects for the indecisive person’. And that’s me. Because in the day to day and by and by, my favorite music is usually whatever I’m listening to in the moment. So with that said, and in absolutely no particular order, here are a few of my favorite albums for 2018.

Sarah Shook and The Disarmers – Years

John Prine – Tree of Forgiveness

Pharis and Jason Romero – Sweet Old Religion

Joshua Hedley – Mr. Jukebox

Marissa Nadler – For My Crimes

I See Hawks In L.A. – Live and Never Learn

Milk Carton Kids – All The Things That I Did and All The Things I Didn’t Do

Lindi Ortega – Liberty

The Jayhawks – Back Roads and Abandoned Motels

Brandi Carlile- By The Way, I Forgive You

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

The Youngbloods’ Earth Music: A 1967 Flashback

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Last summer I saw Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore in concert before I had a chance to listen to their Downey to Lubbock album, and I was pretty surprised when they pulled out an artifact from the ’60s, well known as a hit for The Youngbloods. The late Chet Powers (aka Dino Valenti) was a folk musician who played on both sides of the country, and sometime around 1963 he wrote “Let’s Get Together,” which eventually lost the first word to its title. Over the next few years it was covered by a number of groups including The Kingston Trio, Jefferson Airplane, Dave Clark Five, H.P. Lovecraft, and We Five.

In late 1966 The Youngbloods recorded the song, but it wasn’t until two years later that it was picked up to be used in a series of television and radio commercials promoting brotherhood, which launched it into the top ten and to the status of generational anthem. But it was their next album that was recorded and released in 1967, titled Earth Music, that caught my attention, and primarily because of this song.

“Sugar Babe” still jumps out of my speakers today with a crisp vocal by bass player and lead singer Jesse Colin Young and great pedal steel playing from Lowell “Banana” Levinger. On my first listen it was as if someone pumped steroids into a folk song while mainlining blues, jug band, country, and rock. Along with The Lovin’ Spoonful, The Youngbloods were among the early adopters on the East Coast to swap out their acoustics for electric, and I played that album to death, as well as the follow-up that came out two years later, Elephant Mountain.

By 1965 Young had already released two solo albums — The Soul of a City Boy and Young Blood— before hooking up with Jerry Corbitt, who came out of the bluegrass scene, such as it was back then for a 22-year-old kid. They kicked around clubs in New England and Canada as a duo before adding Banana, who at 19 was already accomplished in playing banjo, bass, guitar, mandola, mandolin, and piano and skilled in multiple genres. With Joe Bauer joining the band on drums, they became the house band at Greenwich Village’s Cafe Au Go Go and were soon signed by RCA Victor Records.

Earth Music featured about a half-dozen original songs and also covers of songs by Chuck Berry, The Holy Modal Rounders, and Tim Hardin. It was produced by Felix Pappalardi, another Village folk musician who transitioned to the soundboards in the studio. After working with Joan Baez and The Youngbloods, Pappalardi went to England and produced the second Cream album, Disraeli Gears,and wrote their hit “Strange Brew” with his wife, Gail Collins, and Eric Clapton.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, Earth Music got great reviews but little airplay and didn’t even come close to the expected sales potential. Just before they recorded Elephant Mountain, Jerry Corbitt left to pursue a solo career and the rest of the band moved to Marin County in Northern California. They began to expand their sound into a more country vibe, and also experimented with improvisational jazz with Banana stretching out on the keyboards.

In 1970 the aforementioned “Sugar Babe” from Earth Music became a relatively minor, but international, hit when it was included in the soundtrack to Zabriskie Point. The film was an overwhelming commercial failure that has morphed into a cult classic, and the music is the epitome of diversity, with Jerry Garcia, Pink Floyd, Patti Page, David Lindley, Roscoe Holcomb, and John Fahey.

This year Banana has been out on tour with Little Steven And The Disciples Of Soul. Jesse Colin Young has been living on his coffee plantation in Hawaii for many years, and he still occasionally tours. Joe Bauer passed away from a brain tumor in 1982, and Jerry Corbitt died of lung cancer in Texas in 2014. The Youngbloods are one of those “gateway” pre-Americana bands whose music not only still stands up well over time, but has aged to near perfection.

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.