I just found out about this new compilation this week. It’s a collection of Randy Newman compositions from his songwriter-for-hire days in the ’60s. Artists featured include Dusty Springfield, Eric Burdon and the Animals, and Fats Domino. It appears that album came out in April of this year on Ace Records, a British label. Hey, BigSteve and Dr. John: You guys hear about this album? Looks pretty cool. Details here.
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Take a good look at this simple map listing California towns. How much California grass can we cover powered solely by songs citing specific California towns? Feel free to cite songs citing towns not specified on this map. I don’t need songs citing the entire state. There’s no blanket song citation. We need to go town by town. Got it? Let’s get to it!
In celebration of California Day here at RTH — and feel free to correct me if I’m wrong — I submit that “Those Shoes” by The Eagles is The Most Coked-Out Song Ever.
First, take the arrangement. It’s not enough to have one talk box guitar. No, here, all the guitars have bendy mouth things on them, the better to convey the sound of snorting noses. Then, there’s the mix of drum machine and Henley beats. (Guess which of the two has more swing.) The relentless, unchanging bass line convinces me that even mellow nice-guy Timothy B. Schmit is feelin’ kinda nervous right now, man.
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Wiley Publishing recently contacted The Back Office with a request that Rock Town Hall review their upcoming release of Heaven and Hell: My Life in the Eagles (1974-2001) by Don Felder and celebrity biographer Wendy Holden. Our request for an interview with Mr. Felder (we even told them we had a correspondent in Australia) was politely responded with an offer for a free review copy of the book. We don’t even have to return it!
RTH lurker, avid rock bio reader and spouse of The Back Office, took on the task of summing up this Topanga-tinged tome.
There is suffering even if you are a ’70s rock star …well, in a rock band in the ’70s…Don Felder was never really allowed to be the star of The Eagles because Don Henley and Glen Frey sucked all of the oxygen out of that jar.
Heaven and Hell is Felder’s co-written autobiography of his rise from dinky Florida house without air conditioning to Malibu Beach House and then back again to one-bedroom, post-divorce apartment. I’ve read almost every rock autobiography and biography that I come across, and many share the same cycle:
Don Felder got fired in 2001, though, after Hell Froze Over. His manager, who also managed all the other Eagles, let him know over the phone that his services wouldn’t be required anymore. Ewww…almost like he was temping at Manpower.
Life in the Eagles sounds like hell. They shoulda all been banking their massive paychecks and counting the days until retirement arrived. Various forms of anesthesia helped everyone through the moments they were required to spend together.
Felder says that a good home life with a wife and kids helped him gain something to return to when he wasn’t touring or recording, but I couldn’t help but imagine how independent a wife would have to be to raise four kids without him around. When he was at home it must have been like having a guest in the house. His wife got a life, so he called her and fired her over the phone. Ewww…almost like she was temping at Kelly Girl.
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Yeah, yeah, the Beach Boys, The Doors, the Eagles, Spirit, Love, blah, blah, blah. How many times do we have to entertain the conceit that the spirit of California is best embodied by white dudes in guarachi sandals, driving woodies, and smoking dope in Topanga Canyon with the Lizard King? For my money, the greatest personification of the spirit of rock and roll who ever came out of California was Johnny “Guitar” Watson.
Yeah, the spirit of rock and roll. Fuck the spirit of California. I’m enough of an East Coaster to feel comfortable saying that. Rock and roll is about hustle and flow, and — Lord — that was what Mr. Watson was all about. His whole musical life was a hustle, changing musical skins and styles as often as he needed — from revolutionary blues guitar slinger to hard-rockin’ style-o-phile to ’70s jazz-funk pimp, and eventually, to gold-toothed elder statesman. Before he died in 1996, Johnny got his well-deserved, long-overdue ass-kiss from most of the 21st century’s great Californian composers — Dr. Dre, Snoop, and a bunch of other R&B types I’m not hip enough to be able to remember now. But all those snakey, sinuous grooves you liked on Snoop Dogg’s breakout album? Those were JGW riffs, from start to finish. Check out that awesome concert footage above if you don’t believe me.
And while you’re at it, take special note of what Johnny’s singing about here. This is the soundtrack to the real California existence: being broke, getting dumped on by The Man, and shopping for dinner in the baloney section. Ain’t that cold?
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AP: Gary Busey to Play Dual Roles in Upcoming Bo Diddley Biopic
By STEPHANIE ZACHAREK
Published: June 4, 2008
Only one day following the death of rock legend Bo Diddley, Universal Pictures has announced the production of a biopic tentatively entitled “Buddy Holly Stole My Pie.”
“Pie” is based on the life of Bo Diddley (real name Charles Hardin Holley) with a focus on the firm belief by some that Buddy Holly cynically conceived and patterned his product as a “white Bo Diddley”.
Indeed the similarities are remarkable:
•Both achieved success with the “Bo Diddley beat”
•Both wore large black glasses
•Both wore bow ties (on occasion)
•Both played an electric guitar
•Both were right handed
•Both names start with a “B” and end with a “Y”
•Bo Diddley had a chauffeur named Butler. Holly had a butler named Chauffeur.
Universal is reportedly in talks with Gary Busey to play the roles of both Buddy Holly and Bo Diddley. When contacted for comment Busey said:
