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Videos

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Articles

John Einarson has published hundreds of magazine and newspaper articles worldwide. Here are some sample articles from the ‘Winnipeg Free Press’, ‘Boomer Magazine’ and ‘Lifestyles 55’.

  • Do You Believe In Magic? Zal Yanovsky Helped Make It
    Winnipeg Free Press
    Article by John Einarson

    Zalman Yanovsky died last Friday at his home in Kingston, Ontario of an apparent heart attack. The wire services carried the story across the country: sixties-era guitarist turned chic restauranteur dead at 58. For most editors the report scarcely warranted more than a paragraph or two. Old news; another boomer-era idol gone.

    In the annals of pop music history, Zal Yanovsky’s name is not likely to elicit more than a passing reference, if that. He was, for those unacquainted with that odd, ethnic-sounding moniker (and that’s probably most of you), the lead guitarist in the Lovin’ Spoonful, a mid-sixties New York folk-rock group that enjoyed a handful of hits that remain staples of oldies radio today: Do You Believe In Magic, Daydream, You Didn’t Have To Be So Nice, Summer In The City. He wasn’t the lead singer, not even the principal songwriter, but if you ever saw the Spoonful, even a photograph of them, you knew instinctively that Zal, with that impish twinkle, was the heart and soul of the group.

    Back in 1965, my hero, bar none, was Zal Yanovsky. Why? Sure, he was an innovative guitarist capable of clever country-flavoured licks and riffs, but it was more than that. Much more. You see, Zal Yanovsky was a Canadian.

    In the endless parade of long-haired Beatle-booted wannabes ascending or descending the pop charts on any given week in the mid sixties, most were either of British origin, Liverpudlian preferably, or American. There was the odd foreign interloper: Manfred Mann was from South Africa (that explained the Amish-like beard); Los Bravos was an odd mix of Germans and Spaniards; Them, featuring a diminutive, fiery maned Van Morrison, had escaped from Northern Ireland; the Easybeats hailed from the land down under. But how many Canadians could you possibly spot on a Sunday evening broadcast of the Ed Sullivan show? Robert Goulet? Paul Anka? Wayne and Shuster? Gisele Mackenzie? Hardly the hairy, bell-bottomed variety.

    I loved the Spoonful’s music from the get-go. Do You Believe in Magic was an infectious affirmation of the sheer joy of rock ‘n’ roll and a mainstay on my Seabreeze for months before Daydream replaced it. Once I discovered via Hit Parader magazine, which my Mom faithfully bought for me each month, that the Spoonful’s lead guitarist was a Canuck like me, that was it. I had found my idol, my role model. Within days I began the campaign to wear down my parents for a guitar. Forget George Harrison or Brian Jones; I wanted to be Zal Yanovsky.

    I’m sure I was no different from hundreds of other teenagers up here in the frozen wastelands who came to identify a sense of national pride in that rather shaggy looking fellow with the large nose and the odd-shaped guitar. Lord knows, finding a suitably long-haired Canadian on the pop charts in ’65 was rare, indeed, and cause for waving that new flag of ours. If Zal could make it in the pop world then surely other Canadians could too, we reckoned; even someone as peculiar looking as Zal. He became, by default, Canada’s first Beatle-era rock star and the inspiration for Canadian kids to take up the guitar, drums, organ, whatever.

    In the pre-CRTC Canadian Content world of the early sixties, Zal had, like so many others, fled Canada for greener pastures and paycheques in the United States. He and fellow Canuck Denny Doherty (later to find fame as the velvet-voiced tenor in the Mamas and the Papas, another point of sixties-era Canadian pride) had migrated to New York where, after a few false starts, Zal hooked up with John Sebastian to form the Lovin’ Spoonful. The group was, for a brief moment in time, considered rivals to the Beatles and rode the toppermost of the poppermost. I can vividly recall the Spoonful on the Sullivan show, Zally, the clown prince of rock ‘n’ roll with a rubber frog dangling from the neck of his guitar, mugging to the audience and muscling in on Sebastian whenever the camera swung his way. What a guy! What a Canadian!

    The Star Weekly ran a cover story on our favourite Canadian pop star in early 1967 featuring recollections from family and friends including journalist Larry Zolf who recounted the time Zal lived in a downtown Toronto laundromat, or how he had driven a tractor through a building on an Israeli kibbutz. But by the time the story ran, Zal was out of the Spoonful under a cloud of marijuana smoke following a bust in San Francisco. In exchange for not being deported, Zal named the dealer and in so doing incurred the wrath of the burgeoning counterculture.

    The next time I heard Zal’s name was two decades later in association with a trendy noshery in Kingston dubbed Chez Piggy. The name was pure Zally, the madcap guitarist now an entrepreneur. My publisher, who resided in Kingston, took me to dinner at the popular eatery and promised to introduce me to my hero but, alas, he was off that night. I had brought my dog-eared copy of the Star Weekly all the way from Winnipeg for Zal to autograph.

    A few years later, in 1996, I was invited by Steppenwolf’s John Kay to be his guest at the Juno Awards banquet held to honour Kay, Denny Doherty, David Clayton-Thomas, Domenic Troiano, and Zal Yanovsky as inductees into the Canadian music Hall of Fame. It was a star-studded evening boasting Canada’s rock royalty. I mingled with the likes of Robbie Robertson, Ronnie Hawkins, Buffy Ste. Marie, and Shania Twain. As Kay’s biographer I was thrilled to accompany him, but I had ulterior motives. I asked Kay to introduce me to Zal and he graciously agreed. I was beside myself with anticipation all evening. I had once again packed my Star Weekly in hopes of an autograph but, at the last minute, left it behind at the hotel fearing embarrassing either Zal (hardly) or myself (definitely).

    Later in the evening as my wife and I sat at a front table with the Kay’s, Zal and John Sebastian ambled over. Zal looked much like he had in the sixties, same long stringy hair, ample nose and mischievous grin, though a little paunchier around the middle, like an aging elf. Kay introduced me. Turning crimson, I stuck out my hand and stammered, “Pleased to meet you.” “Yeah, thanks,” he smiled, shaking my hand vigourously before moving on to the next table. All I could think of was that Star Weekly magazine.

    A few months later I worked up the courage to call Zally at Chez Piggy to pitch him on the idea of a biography. After all, he was a Canadian legend worthy of deification. “Not interested,” was his polite but firm reply. I learned from my publisher that Zal loathed dwelling on his illustrious past and did not suffer lightly those who attempted to do so.

    I still have that Star Weekly. Maybe someday I’ll do that biography. But it won’t be the same without Zal.

  • Led Zeppelin
    Winnipeg Free Press
    Article by John Einarson

    You might not know it to look at me – middle aged, hair receding, waistline expanding, glasses – but I’m cool. What gives me my cool quotient, you ask? Well, let me put you wise: I opened for Led Zeppelin. That’s right, I’m the school teacher who opened for that legendary heavy rock group (though there are a dozen or more others in town who could also rightfully lay claim to the same boast though I’m certain I’m the only teacher in the bunch). If it had been Paul Revere and The Raiders or the Lemon Pipers my currency in cool wouldn’t have survived the decade.

    Given the fact that Led Zeppelin continues to sell albums by the truckload (recent Billboard stats peg their total sales in excess of 70 million and counting) and with young converts born long after the group folded rediscovering their unique brand of guitar-heavy, blues-based primal rock every day, my cool status appears fairly secure for awhile yet.

    It’s a ritual played out at least once or twice a year of my teaching career. I can’t even recall how the story first circulated some twenty years ago. Someone invariably poses the question in the waning moments of an otherwise routine grade eight class on some aspect of Medieval European history. It took this year’s crop of students a little longer to summon up the courage to ask but inevitably the question came up last week. “Mr. Einarson, did you really open for Led Zeppelin?” a brave soul sheepishly inquires, testing the waters to see whether the oft told rumour is in fact true. Smugly I retort, “Do I look like someone who opened for Led Zeppelin?!” Pause while the class assess me up and down to see if I measure up to share a stage with the likes of Jimmy Page’s guitar strutting or wild-maned singer Robert Plant’s provocative gyrations.

    I have several obvious strikes against me not the least of which being my thinning hair when held up to the flowing locks of Page and Plant, and my vocation as a twead-jacketed educator. “Nope,” comes the invariable conclusion with a snicker. “He’s a teacher! No way.” To which I then smile, “Well kids, in fact I did open for Led Zeppelin.” Looks of awe and a chorus of “Cool!” follow. Whispers throughout the hallways carry on for the next few days as I walk by. “He opened for Led Zeppelin!”

    It matters not that my name appears in the credits of textbooks and teaching materials from grades eight through eleven, nor that I authored a half dozen rock biographies. My status in the eyes of my students is forever inexorably linked to that archetypal heavy rock group.

    In what seems like another lifetime, the once and mighty Zeppelin did indeed perform in Winnipeg on August 29, 1970 during a summer of festivities marking Manitoba’s centenary. It was an eventful concert that seems to have eluded the myriad of Zep biographies and rock encyclopedias. And not just because of my presence in the story.

    Billed as Man Pop 70, the rock festival to end all Winnipeg festivals was booked for the outdoor football stadium and boasted a slate of acts drawn from suggestions mailed in by local music fans. The big winner was Led Zeppelin followed closely by Iron Butterfly. At the time, Zeppelin were riding high with their second album driven by such workhorses as Whole Lotta Love and Living Loving Maid (She’s Just A Woman) and stood poised to conquer the globe later that year.

    My band, Euphoria, was the first of a handful of local acts to take the stage in early afternoon under overcast skies. With in excess of 14,000 in attendance largely there to witness the headliners and not the skinny seventeen year old in the cowboy hat, we were given a polite response and sent on our way. No matter, my place in history had been secured. Or had it?

    By the time Vancouver’s Chilliwack launched into their rather prophetic invocation Raino, Mother Nature took up the challenge with a light drizzle that soon turned into a torrent. The decision was quickly made to move the concert into the adjacent arena and carry on. Amps and drums were humped indoors, dried off and reassembled on a jerry-rigged stage under the watchful eye of Queen Elizabeth. A makeshift PA comprised of two piles of Garnet speaker cabinets was hastily pressed into service. In the end it would prove to be one of the arena’s finest hours.

    Just after the clouds opened up I managed to escape home to change out of my wet stage clothes only to return to find the arena sealed tight, full literally to the rafters. With the arena’s capacity falling slightly short of that of the stadium many ticket holders were turned away, noses pressed against the glass doors. Miraculously a riot had not ensued.

    In an inspired moment I flashed my performers badge and informed the bewildered security guard on the other side of the glass that I was due to perform inside. To him, I was just another longhaired musician so the door quickly swung open wide enough for me to squeeze through leaving several hundred unfortunate souls outside in the rain.

    Inside, a visible cloud mix of condensation, perspiration and funny smelling cigarettes hovered low overhead as the crowd dried off and rejoiced in their good fortune. The Youngbloods’ Get Together, a paean to the Woodstock generation’s peace and love credo, went down well while newcomers the Ides Of March rocked out with I’m Your Vehicle Baby. The indomitable Iron Butterfly, hardly known for musical finesse but ever willing to oblige, gave us In A Gadda Da Vida ad nauseum replete with obligatory twenty minute drum solo.

    Meanwhile rumours spread through the throng like a brush fire. Would Zeppelin show? Comfortably ensconced at the International Inn, the quartet was high and dry (literally, one suspects) with a contract rider stipulating that in the event of rain, they did not have to perform. Their fee, however, was still due in full, some $50,000. Nice work if you can get it.

    Local chanteuse Dianne Heatherington, never one to pull her punches, somehow managed to bully her way into their room and shame the party-hearty Zep boys into doing the right thing and giving the huddled mass what they had endured so much and waited so long to hear.

    So, well past midnight and under less than ideal circumstances, Page, Plant, Bonham and Jones mounted the stage to delight the weary but welcoming assemblage with a spirited set. Whether any of the surviving band members care to remember that performance or not, some 10,000 ecstatic fans will never forget the night the indefatigable Zeppelin shook a rain-soaked Winnipeg audience with the show they didn’t have to play. As for me, it had been a long day and by about two in the morning with Plant still prancing and Page wringing out blues licks from his cherry red Les Paul slung low on his waist, I quietly slipped out a side door to head for the comfort of my bed.

    Though Mssrs. Plant, Page and I never crossed paths that night nor exchanged a single word between us, we share a special bond and I am forever in their debt. Their remarkable longevity in a business that relegates even last year’s hitmakers to golden oldies has bestowed upon me a legacy that has endured far longer than my hair. Much like the Doors phenomenon, Zeppelin have sold more records since breaking up as during their eleven year run.

    But as long as Houses Of The Holy continues to ring up cash registers and Stairway To Heaven fills dance floors as the perennial last dance of the night, I will remain cool. I opened for Led Zeppelin.

  • Summer Flashbacks Drive-In Restaurants
    The Winnipeg Free Press
    Article by John Einarson

    In the sixties where could you go on a warm summer evening? The drive-in restaurant. You’d hang out with friends, have a burger, and check out the cars.

    While each neighbourhood had its favourite drive-in, such as the Sals and the A&W on Pembina, or the Big Boy on Portage Avenue, two drive-ins transcended local patronage to become Winnipeg institutions: the Red Top on St. Mary’s Road in St. Vital and the Thunderbird at Jefferson and McPhillips. They were two of the most popular teen spots.

    “We used to have two security guards every Friday and Saturday night directing traffic in and out,” recalls Red Top owner John Scouras. “Cars would drive in and out from seven in the evening until eleven trying to get a spot to park. It was always full.” Carhops took orders as teens ate in their cars. Hamburgers were 25 cents, fries 15 cents, soft drinks a dime, and milk shakes a quarter.

    CKRC’s Jim Paulson broadcast the ‘Red Top Rendezvous’ live each evening from a trailer parked in the Red Top lot. Speakers blasted the music to the waiting cars. “Every tenth or fifteenth car that drove in they used to give them a free hamburger or a 45 record,” smiles Scouras. “We even had a Red Top song written and recorded by one of the local bands.”

    While the freshly-made burgers and fries were an attraction, so was the radio connection. “Kids came to meet the bands and the radio deejays,” enthuses Glenn MacRae, of The Crescendos. “Deejays were as popular as bands in those days.” Musicians recognized the opportunity for promotion. “We would go to the Red Top every night in our van and Jim would say, ‘Here comes the Crescendos! Let’s get them over here and find out where they’re playing this weekend.’ It was an event just to go there. The place would be packed.”

    A family-owned business since opening in 1961, Scouras feels drive-ins filled a need back then. “There were so many kids. They had no place to go and nothing to do. This was a new thing for them, to sit in the car and have a root beer and a hamburger. Guys met their future wives here.”

    Across town, the Ginakes brothers – Jimmy, Perry and John – opened the Thunderbird in 1960. John continues to run the popular North End landmark. “We were the last business in this end of town,” he recalls, “right at the end of McPhillips. There was field all around us.”

    According to Ginakes, “Kids were easier to get along with in those days, more responsible. There was an innocence.”

    “It always seemed like you would see the same crowd when you went there,” notes longtime Thunderbird patron Chief Justice Benjamin Hewak. “Being raised in the North End, those are my roots. I still meet my friends there and catch up on everything.”

    Both Scouras and Ginakes credit a consistent fare for their loyal base. “People continue to come here because they know they’ll get the same food they’ve always had,” stresses Ginakes. “We don’t change things around.” Today he finds himself serving the grandchildren of former Thunderbird regulars. “There are families who have been coming here, third and fourth generation now, since the day we opened. Burton Cummings still comes here.”

    That personal connection differentiates establishments like the Red Top and Thunderbird from other fast food franchises, suggests Ginakes. “We have the type of clientele who like a one-to-one relationship where you know them by their first name. They feel at home. The fast food business today is impersonal, they’re just there to take your order.”

    The seventies brought change to the drive-ins. “When the drinking age lowered to eighteen, drive-in restaurants lost 40% of their business,” notes Scouras. “We were forced to drop the carhops.”

    He sees the family-owned drive-in as a dying breed. “When we first opened there were only ten restaurants from the Norwood Bridge to Dakota Crossing. Now there are a hundred. The American franchises are taking over.”

  • Whatever Happened to Oscar Brand
    Winnipeg Free Press
    Article by John Einarson

    Here’s a trivia question. The Sesame Street character Oscar the Grouch is named for what Winnipegger? The answer: folk music legend, sing/songwriter and broadcaster Oscar Brand.

    “I was on the original board of the Children’s Television Workshop,” he explains from his home in New York, “and I was so fastidious about everything that I gave people a hard time. So they named the grumpy character after me.”

    In an illustrious career that spans over 65 years, Oscar Brand is one of the most celebrated entertainers in the world. He has written for Broadway and film, recorded some 90 albums, hosted television shows in both Canada and the United States, and hosted a radio show on New York’s WNYC every week since 1945. He also penned one of Canada’s greatest folk music anthems, Something to Sing About (This Land Of Ours). “I was in a unique position,” he recalls, “because I had one foot in Canada and one foot in the States. I would do well in both but it was the doing well in Canada that I liked the best.”

    Oscar was born in 1920 to a Jewish family in Winnipeg’s ethnically diverse North End. “I grew up on Lusted Avenue with a big open field at the end of it back then. It was an exciting time. I can remember horses on the street and my brother tickling their hooves and trying to ride them as they galloped away. Lusted, to me, was a perfect picture of Canada.” His father, an early settler in the Portage la Prairie area, was a linguist employed by the CPR to greet newly-arrived immigrants. “He knew all the languages. At age 14 he started as a translator for the Indians. He’d learn their languages. The Hudson’s Bay Company hired him. He led an interesting life.” Oscar’s extended family was equally colourful. “One of my relatives was an ice carrier, another was a smuggler.”

    At age eleven, Oscar moved with his family to New York. “We never wanted to leave. We loved Winnipeg and Manitoba.” He graduated from Brooklyn University with a degree in psychology (“I couldn’t get into a college in Canada”) and served in the US army during World War II. Following the war, he joined WNYC presenting Oscar Brand’s Folksong Festival, the longest-running show in radio history and winner of two Peabody Awards. He also began writing, both music and books, as well as recording. One of his songs, A Guy Is A Guy, became a hit for Doris Day in 1952. “The original iteration of that song I think I learned in Montreal. It was really about the British soldiers. It became number one around the world.” Oscar’s songs have been recorded by Ella Fitzgerald, Harry Belafonte and the Smothers Brothers. In addition, he wrote commercials for Maxwell House coffee and Oldsmobile among others.

    Oscar composed the music for two Broadway musicals, A Joyful Noise starring John Raitt and The Education of Hyman Kaplan featuring Hal Linden and Tom Bosley. “I wanted to write a show on Broadway. That was my goal.” In 1963 he returned to Canada to host CTV’s Let’s Sing Out which featured many of this country’s finest folk performers as well as newcomers such as Joni Mitchell (filmed at the University of Manitoba in early 1964). Over the years he has appeared alongside the likes of Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Ian & Sylvia, Woody Guthrie, the Kingston Trio and Pete Seeger.

    “I did a lot of Canadian television and radio. I loved the popular music of Canada. I was brought up on it. Unfortunately many of my songs were blacklisted in the States for being too political. Canadians were a little more tolerant. But the reality was that you had to go to the States where the business was happening. However, I always made sure there were Canadians on my programs.”

    In 1987 Oscar was awarded an honorary doctorate from the University of Winnipeg and returned once again to his hometown last year to appear at the 37th annual Winnipeg Folk Festival where he received the Order of the Buffalo Hunt from the province. “I’m at an age now where they bestow honours and awards on me,” jokes the spry 91 year old. He holds honorary degrees from several American universities. Oscar is currently writing his autobiography. “It’s been one hell of a ride. That’s what I’m titling the book.”

    Despite becoming a naturalized American, Oscar still calls Winnipeg home. “It was always Winnipeg for me. I always came back even when people were fleeing Winnipeg. I bounced back and forth between Canada and the States but I always thought of Winnipeg as my home.”

  • Do you remember Teen Dance Party?
    Boomer Magazine
    Article by John Einarson

    It was a dubious formula for television success: a group of teenagers in a large unadorned studio dancing to records. Yet success it was. Between 1961 and 1968, CJAY TV’s Teen Dance Party was, to borrow from current promotional clichés, must-see TV for Winnipeg teens. Every Saturday at noon teens across the city tuned into the one hour show to hear the latest hit records, see the current cool fashions, and learn the hippest new dance steps from the Pepsi Pack. And for those with enough confidence in their footwork, you might get the opportunity to dance on the show and maybe become a local celebrity.

    “It was just a bunch of kids having fun, dancing and enjoying the music,” remembers Sharon Benjaminson (nee Sopko) fondly. She and her sister Darlene became Teen Dance Party regulars. “The camera men would move around you as you were dancing and suddenly the light would go on and you’d realize you were on the air so you’d try not to be nervous. Kids would recognize you no matter where you went. It was kind of like being a celebrity because you might be on an escalator in Eaton’s and you’d see kids looking at you. I’d be thinking, ‘I just go and dance on a TV show. I’m no one special.’”

    Original Pepsi Pack member Marta Jack (nee Rehberg) still gets recognized for her seven year stint on the show. “All my life it’s followed me wherever I am. For example, I was at the New York Art Gallery a few years ago. You’re in New York so you don’t expect to be recognized or to see anyone you know. I walked into the gallery and someone came up to me and said, ‘Oh my god, you were on Teen Dance Party in the Pepsi Pack!’ I couldn’t believe it. I went through customs on the way back with my friend. She had her luggage all torn apart but the customs official looked at me and said, ‘Weren’t you on Teen Dance Party?’ So he just waved me on through. That show has definitely been a big part of my life.”

    The concept for the show was hardly original. American Bandstand had debuted in Philadelphia in 1952 and from 1956 onward was hosted by Dick Clark. Dozens of local television stations across North America had their own version of the show by the time fledgling CJAY TV premiered Teen Dance Party in the fall of 1961. Hosted by CKY radio deejay Peter Jackson (PJ the DJ), neatly-attired teenagers between the ages of 14 and 18 jived or twisted to 45s spun while television cameras wove through the dancing throng. Sponsored by Pepsi Cola, the show presented a clean cut image of teens. No Blackboard Jungle leather-jacketed riff raff; guys wore sports coats and slacks, girls decked out smart dresses.

    A review of the premiere show in The Winnipeg Tribune noted “The kids at the station looked as though they were really enjoying themselves. Host Peter Jackson, better known as PJ, did a wonderful job for someone who said he was nervous – acting casual and natural throughout the whole program.” Local band The Chord U Roys performed on the inaugural show and also backed Portage la Prairie shoe salesman-turned-singer Gary Cooper (who also recorded as Gary Andrews). There was no denying the drawing power of the show. “We were all still high school kids,” recalls Chord U Roys guitarist Terry Kenny, “and we ended up with two years of bookings from that one appearance.”

    By 1963 Jackson was out as host. Rumour had it that a casual on-air reference to Pepsi making a good mix offended the sponsor’s teen-oriented sensibilities and the station’s squeaky-clean image for the show. His replacement would come to define Teen Dance Party in the memories of Winnipeg teens. Winnipegger Bob Burns had begun his broadcasting career in radio, first Timmins, Ontario and Thunder Bay before taking a staff announcer position at the newly-opened CJAY TV. The self-described oldest teenager, Burns was 29 when he assumed the hosting job. Despite his age, he proved to be adept at relating to the younger generation. As Marta Jack recalls, “PJ the DJ wasn’t as much of a presence on the show as Bob. Bob used to get right into the crowd and approach you and ask you questions. He walked up to me on his first show and asked me, ‘How old do you think I am?’ and I replied ‘45?’. To me he was just this older guy in charge of the show. He got a kick out of that and said to me, ‘I think I’m going to like you.’”

    Burns chose Jack, Sandra Zagezewski and Alana Geller to be the Pepsi Pack. “Bob had a knack for picking people for specific things,” Jack points out. “But you were expected to come up to his expectations.” Along with three boys, the group would learn the latest dance crazes and demonstrate them on the show.” The exposure made the girls role models. “We often went out to community clubs with Bob if he was hosting a dance and we would be a featured part of the evening. The community clubs were really jumping back then. After our routines we would mingle with the kids and talk.”

    Another Teen Dance Party regular was Jack Skelly whose rough exterior belied a mischievous heart of gold. Sharon Benjaminson was Skelly’s dance party on the show. “We met at Teen Dance Party and we became close friends but we weren’t dating or anything,” she explains, adding, “Bob Burns did a lot to help Jack because Jack was on the road to a lot of problems. He had a reputation for being a tough guy before he started coming on the show.”

    “Bob could pick out a trouble maker,” notes Marta Jack, “and if you were then you didn’t get in. And if you didn’t treat the girls properly you weren’t allowed back. I remember there were a few of these big tough North End guys that Skelly knew and they came to the studio one Saturday to be on the show. Bob just walked right over to them and said, ‘We have a choice here. You can come in and dance with some really beautiful girls and enjoy yourselves or you can cause a problem and you will never be allowed in again. Which is it?’ Skelly’s face broke into a big smile and he replied, ‘I want to dance with the girls.’ Bob had zero tolerance. There was a huge respect level that he encouraged. There was never a problem for the girls. Bob really turned a few lives around, especially Jack Skelly’s.” At the conclusion of each and every Teen Dance Party, Burns would intone, “Be good because it’s smart to be good!”

    The girls certainly were beautiful. “My friends and I, we watched it for the chicks,” laughs Michael Gillespie. Indeed, everyone had their favourites. “There were a couple of girls who turned my heart a-flutter.” Gillespie, however, saw something more than pretty girls in Teen Dance Party. “It was more pertinent to our lives here than Dick Clark and American Bandstand which had nothing to do with my world. Teen Dance Party represented us, Winnipeg teens. The kids on the show were wearing the same clothes that we wore, Monarch Wear Tee*Kays and all that. We could relate to the show and participate in it. It was ours.” Adds Joey Gregorash, “Everybody watched it whether they admitted it or not. Most guys watched it because there were chicks on the show or to learn the new dances to try out later that night at the community clubs.”

    Initially the show drew teens mostly from the North and West Ends, the latter due to its proximity to Polo Park. “I’d say it was about 50/50,” says Marta Jack. However, in later years kids from across the city appeared on the show. Interesting to note that the crowd was almost exclusively white, reflecting the years before the city’s current multi-racial character. Fred James was the lone black regular for several years claims Sharon Benjaminson.

    Each Saturday morning teens began lining up at CJAY’s Polo Park building. The doors opened at 11:30 and they filed into the studio. “They did expect us to dress nicely,” confirms Marta Jack. “If you showed up as a slob you wouldn’t get on. We were all very conscious of our clothes and liked to dress up. Bob would always come around and tell us we looked lovely in a very formal and gentlemanly manner. And he’d ask the boys if they had complimented their dates on how they looked. He really believed in the niceties and instilled that in a lot of boys. Believe me, Skelly learned a lot.”

    Besides dancing with the regulars, Skelly was often featured miming to “The Surfin’ Bird” or “My Boy Lollipop”. Sandra Zagezewski’s big mime number was “These Boots Are Made For Walking”.

    The live one-hour show would begin at noon. Following a short break at 1:00 to freshen up and grab a bite, taping for the two Bob and the Hits segments would commence. By the mid sixties, Bob and the Hits took the Teen Dance Party concept to weekdays appearing in two half-hour shows Tuesday and Thursday at 5:00 pm.

    Being a regular on the show fostered a sense of community both on and off camera. “We would meet as a group and go to the community club dances together,” recalls Sharon Benjaminson. “Skelly was like the president of our group. He would decide where we would go.” Adds Marta Jack, “We always used to go out as a group so the chances of us getting hit on were nil. If anyone even looked at us the wrong way Skelly would give them the look and they’d go away.” To Burns, the regulars were like family. “We were welcomed in his home and invited over for barbecues and things. We were like his other children. He spent a lot of time with us.”

    One unlikely visitor to CJAY’s television studio was Neil Young. Kelvin High School twins Jacolyne and Marilyne Nentwig became regulars on the show. Neil dated Jacolyne and remembers accompanying her to the show. He did not, however, join in the dancing, choosing instead to watch from beyond camera range. A photograph of Teen Dance Party reveals Young, in tweed sports coat and short hair, standing against a wall with two other boys while teens dance.

    Burns’ prominence among the teen community led to a major role in the local music scene as both manager and record producer. He produced several early Guess Who recordings including “Shakin’ All Over” and managed the group for a time. He also produced the Sugar & Spice hit “The Cruel War”. “Bob was a real connoisseur of music,” states Marta Jack. “His first love was the music. He taught us what to listen for and opened our eyes to the musicality, not just the beat.”

    Local bands would appear on Teen Dance Party promoting their records. “We would go on and mime our latest records,” remembers Mongrels singer Joey Gregorash. “We mimed to ‘Funny Day’ and had to add a little dance move. It was cheesy but all the other bands were doing little moves. It was fantastic exposure for the bands. Bob really supported the local music scene and gave a lot of people here a good start in this business.”

    On January 27, 1968, Sugar & Spice made their public debut on Teen Dance Party. “It was absolutely critical to our whole strategy in launching the group,” notes manager Michael Gillespie. “Getting the band on television was key to all that before they ever performed live. Having Bob Burns introduce the band to the public, we couldn’t have asked for a better start. We were euphoric at debuting on that show.” Burns became a mentor to the neophyte manager. “He was a tremendous promoter and a real confidence-booster for the band. He gave us all the advice he had and we really appreciated it all. He wasn’t afraid to share his advice and experience. The more I got to know Bob over the years the more I got to understand the depth of his involvement in the music business. He was a major player on the scene.”

    In August of that same year, Teen Dance Party and Bob and the Hits were cancelled, victims of changing times and tastes. “Fewer kids wanted to dance as much,” sighs Marta Jack. “Kids were different.” The community club dances which had initially given rise the show were dying out. Burns went on to produce the teen-oriented Young As You Are the following year, hosted first by the ill-suited Gary Chalmers before being replaced by Joey Gregorash. The 5:00 pm Saturday show kick started Gregorash’s long career in television and radio. “I will forever be grateful for what he saw in me as a host,” he affirms. “He had faith in me and trusted me and my abilities to MC a show.” Young As You Are focused more on local bands performing than spinning records in its two-year run.

    On CJAY TV’s 25th anniversary in 1985, a Teen Dance Party reunion brought many of the regulars back together. Hosted by Burns, the atmosphere was euphoric. “We had a blast,” enthuses Marta Jack. “Skelly was there and Sandra, Alana and I. It was a wonderful evening. It was really good for Bob. I was so happy for him.” Following a lengthy career in radio, Bob Burns died on October 25, 2010.

    Memories of Teen Dance Party remain vivid for Winnipeggers of a certain age who recall the innocent fun the show offered both to participants and viewers. “It was a very simple time,” Marta Jack concludes. “Nothing complicated. We just went to school, danced and hung out. And we always had fun. We used to dance for two hours straight on the show and not think twice about it. Then we’d go to a community club and dance all evening. Everyone loved to dance in those days.”

    “It was an awesome experience,” muses Sharon Benjaminson. “Just good clean fun. I wish kids today had those kinds of experiences.”

  • Festival Express
    Boomer Magazine
    Article by John Einarson

    On Tuesday, June 30, 1970 the infamous Festival Express train pulled into Union Station (now Via Rail) on Main Street south. The 14-coach private CNR train was a sort of rolling thunder revue crossing Canada with stops for concerts at several key cities. Onboard was the cream of the rock ‘n’ roll scene at that point including Janis Joplin, The Band, Grateful Dead, Delaney & Bonnie, Mountain, Ian & Sylvia’s Great Speckled Bird and more. As Grateful Dead drummer Mickey Hart later explained, “Woodstock was a treat for the audience but the train was a treat for the performers.” Indeed, it was.

    Dubbed the Million Dollar Bash, the tour was the brainchild of promoter Ken Walker and partner Thor Eaton of the wealthy department store family. Costs were pegged at roughly $500,000 with tickets priced around $10. In the end, the tour lost big money, partly due to poor attendance at the Winnipeg concert as well as cost overruns keeping the performers well lubricated on the journey (the train had to make 2 unscheduled stops on the trip to restock the bar).

    “One lounge car was for blues and rock and the other was country and folk,” recalls Sylvia Tyson. “There were jam sessions nonstop. The Grateful Dead ran out of other substances around Winnipeg and started drinking and it was not a pretty sight,” she laughs. According to Ian Tyson’s recollections, “I recall getting into a drinking contest with Janis Joplin and I was seriously outmatched. She drank me under the table. I remember me and Jerry Garcia crawling onto the roof of one of these train cars and howling like coyotes.”

    Initially conceived with concerts held in Montreal, Toronto, Winnipeg, Calgary and concluding in Vancouver, the opening and closing dates were ultimately scuttled due to scheduling problems. Some 37,000 attended the inaugural Toronto event, expanded to 2 days with buses chartered to bring in Montreal ticket-holders, buoying hopes for a financially successful tour. However protests outside the CNE Grandstand by a group calling itself The May 4th Movement (after the Kent State massacre) disrupted festivities forcing an increased police presence and reports of violence. The protesters urged those who could not afford the high prices to storm the gates outside the concert to try to get in for free. Fears of similar violence kept many from attending in Winnipeg as protesters outside the Manisphere (Red River Exhibition) site decried the excessive ticket price. Only 4600 tickets were sold here (20,000 tickets needed to be sold for our show to break even).

    “It was ridiculous because it was a cheap ticket price for the top acts in music at that point,” states Sylvia. “The presenters in each city were terrified there was going to be some kind of riot from this May 4th Movement. That had such an adverse affect on the whole thing. The mayor of Calgary got in on the act declaring, ‘Let the children of Calgary in for free’ and Ken Walker said ‘Screw you’ and punching him. Then the manager of the stadium said, ‘I have a solution. We’ll let them in for free but they have to pay to get out!’”

    Nonetheless, the Winnipeg stopover proved memorable for performers and attendees. Having spent two days partying non-stop on the two lounge cars commandeered for jam sessions, several performers went in search of some local colour. The Grateful Dead and their crew headed to the Pan Am Pool on Grant Avenue where Jerry Garcia organized a relay race between various stoned musicians.

    Delaney and Bonnie Bramlett chose to disembark and take a room at the downtown Sheraton Carlton Hotel. Front desk man Brian Levin and fellow Expedition To Earth bandmate Dan Norton took the two performers on a tour of the city. “We spent the day driving around showing them highlights of our Winnipeg,” recalls Dan. “We stopped at the A&W Drive Inn on Portage Avenue across from Polo Park and confused the patrons as we got out and walked around, had our burgers and fries and continued on back to the train to check out what was doing. One of the reasons they were at the Sheraton was Bonnie wanted to protect Delaney from Janis Joplin. Delaney and Bonnie were two of the nicest, most down to earth people that you could ever hope to meet. No pretensions.”

    Joplin herself determined to take in the sights. “A few of us got a cab and said, ‘Take us to where the freaks are,’” she told Winnipeg Free Press reporter Ken Ingle. “We went to this park and there was an entire beautiful crew of people just lying around and playin’ the guitar.” The carefree ambiance surprised the hard-living singer. “There’s hippies in the fountain and nobody’s bustin’ them. I mean, if you walked into a fountain in New York City, you’d be in jail in five minutes. But there’s forty hippies floundering around in the fountain and standing under the spray.” Festooned in feathers, scarves, garish costume jewelry, and pink sunglasses, Joplin waded into the warm waters under the watchful gaze of the Golden Boy. Few hippies took notice of her.

    That same casual air was also present on the train. “There was no security, no bodyguards, nothing,” recalls Jerry Dykman. “I just walked through the coaches. Nobody stopped me. I was able to chat with everyone. Janis Joplin was there drunk as a skunk, a bottle of tequila in her hand. It was all peace and love.” Local music journalist Andy Mellen also boarded the train and encountered the queen of the hippies. “I sat down with Janis in this empty coach and she poured me a finger of Southern Comfort. I had my tour program with me and I asked Janis to sign the photo of her in it,” he recalls. “She signed it ‘Love, non-professionally, Janis Joplin’. I have that framed on my wall. I was this 20 year old kid and here was this legend. She was so courteous to me.” Three months later Joplin would be dead.

    Another visitor to the train was Randy Bachman, recently departed from the Guess Who. “I was sitting there with Jerry Garcia and other members of the Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, Delaney & Bonnie and their band, guys from The Band, Leslie West from Mountain. Players would wander in and out, pull up a chair, plug into one of the little amps they had and just pick up on the flow of the ongoing blues jams.” An abstainer, Randy had to deal with the various substances passed around. “I sat by an open window because the smoke was so thick. As the joints were passed around someone would nudge me and offer one. ‘No thanks’ and it would get passed along to the next player. I just wanted to play with anybody.”

    The following afternoon, Canada Day, the performers decamped for the Stadium concert. Ticket-holders began queuing up hours before the 11:00 gate opening then made a dash for a prime spot of the turf to spread out blankets. The concert commenced at 1:00 with local acts Walrus (featuring Joey Gregorash) and Justin Tyme before the headliners took to the stage beginning with Montreal’s Mashmakhan who were enjoying hit status with “As The Years Go By”. Folksingers Tom Rush and Eric Andersen had a tough time soothing the crowd looking to rock. Bluegrass trio James & the Good Brothers had not been together long but managed to earn applause. James was ex-Winnipegger Jim Ackroyd formerly of The Galaxies. Quebecois singer Robert Charlebois tried vainly to stir up the crowd but his set of mainly francophone songs went unappreciated.

    Blues guitarist Buddy Guy brought the audience to their feet for a rousing set that included wading into the audience playing his guitar. An enormous roadie in a jumpsuit followed behind letting out what must have been a 100 ft cord. Ian & Sylvia were backed by their recently formed country rock band The Great Speckled Bird featuring guitar virtuosos Amos Garret and Buddy Cage. Throughout their set, Jerry Garcia stood right onstage oblivious to the audience to watch Buddy play his steel guitar. “In Winnipeg some drug-crazed hippie climbed up on the stage and tried to grab N.D. Smart’s drum sticks,” laughs Sylvia. “Big mistake. N.D. put down his sticks, punched him, and went back to playing without missing a beat. By the time we turned around it was all over.”

    Mountain, led by massive guitarist Leslie West playing a tiny Gibson Les Paul junior guitar, blew the audience away with their powerhouse sound (and earned an ovation introducing Canadian drummer Corky Laing), ending with “Mississippi Queen”. Between changeovers, Randy Bachman wandered out onstage unannounced armed with an acoustic guitar. “I was so nervous that I ended up spelling ‘American Woman’ wrong,” he recalls.” I was doing the ‘I say A, M, E’ intro and I missed a letter. I was going to do a whole mini set but I got so flustered I walked off halfway through. People thought I must be stoned but I was just out of my element.” He later returned to jam with Delaney & Bonnie whose raucous R ‘n’ B set was punctuated by the singing of Happy Birthday to Delaney.

    Some of The Grateful Dead were not in a friendly mood and at one point uttered a profanity-laced invective aimed at an audience member. But as Chris Doole recalls, “When the Dead performed ‘Alligator’ it got into this groove where it started to sound like 25 perfectly synchronized locomotives with Garcia’s tasty little trills on top of it all. Everyone's attention was just nailed to it.”

    It was past midnight by the time The Band and Joplin each mounted the stage and some concert goers had already left. Looking like rustic mountain men, The Band played an exceptional set drawing from their first two albums along with a few old chestnuts including Little Richard’s “Slippin’ & Slidin’”. Garth Hudson’s elongated organ intro to “Chest Fever” drew on several old hymns and was mesmerizing. Backed by The Full Tilt Boogie Band (consisting of mostly Canadians), Joplin rocked hard and won over the weary crowd. “I remember she said, ‘You guys certainly know how to throw a ... train’” recalls Chris Doole.

    A brazen young man managed to amble onstage near the end of her set. “How about a kiss for the boys from Manitoba?” he queried. Smiling, Joplin consented. As he turned to leave, the young man thanked the stagehands. “Why are you thanking them, honey?” sassed Joplin, “They didn’t do nothing for you!”

    “Everyone on that train was at their peak,” notes Sylvia Tyson. “The Band was at their best and Janis, too. She was just coming into her own as the singer she really was just before she died.”

    The following morning, after another night of partying and jamming, the train slowly pulled out of Union Station bound for Calgary and the final concert. “I knew a girl who was at the Winnipeg concert,” remembers Hilary Chase, “who ran up to the stage at some point, was noticed by guys in Janis Joplin’s band and ended up travelling to Calgary with them on the train.”

    “It's amazing,” concludes one local observer ruefully, “that anyone can remember anything about that event by the amount of drugs and alcohol that was digested both by fans and performers.”

  • The Beatles on Ed Sullivan
    Lifestyles 55 Magazine
    Article by John Einarson

    For the baby boom generation, it’s a defining moment: the night The Beatles made their live North American television debut on The Ed Sullivan Show February 9, 1964. Several million Canadians, including yours truly, tuned in that evening and had their world changed forever. One observer noted it was as if our world suddenly turned from black and white to Technicolor. Overnight everything became Beatles, Beatles, Beatles.

    “I will never forget that night,” states Colleen Titanich. “My father thought it was the beginning of the end of the world because they had long hair. I was eight years old and I thought they were so cool!” Recalls Marnie Hocken, “I could not wait for The Ed Sullivan Show. I sat right in front of the television, couldn’t get close enough. I cried when they were singing and my father laughed at me and said they would only last a few months. The performance was over way too fast but I was completely hooked.”

    At school the next day there was only one topic of conversation. While the girls gathered to affirm their love for their favourite Beatle, the boys plotted forming bands. Within weeks the number of bands in the city doubled. “I had been thinking about learning to play guitar for about a year prior to that date but February 9, 1964 cinched my decision,” states Paul Newsome. He wasn’t alone.

    “I remember watching it at home in our basement sitting around our 17-inch black and white television,” recalls local radio personality Tom Milroy. “Virtually everyone with a TV was watching Ed Sullivan that night. When I first heard ‘All my Loving’...Wow! I soon dumped the accordion and took up the drums.”

    “With my family gathered around the TV my father’s first comment was ‘How can you listen to that noise!’,” Gerry Gacek remembers. “Soon thereafter I made the major investment of buying an EKO violin shaped bass guitar because it looked like Paul McCartney’s bass. I took the bus all over Winnipeg with my buddies looking for stores that carried Beatle boots. There was an ever-present battle with my parents to grow long hair without them noticing and then not get sent home from school.”

    For Burton Cummings, the inaugural Beatles appearance had repercussions at school. “That Monday morning after the Beatles’ North American debut, A.J. Ryckman, the principal of St. John’s High, called me down to his office. I was trying to grow my hair at the time to look like The Beatles’ style. Ryckman kicked me out of school for hair that barely came down over my ears and told me not to come back until my hair was ‘cut properly’. I didn't get a haircut for a whole week.”

    As John Tataryn remembers, “My best friend had a sister and after the Ed Sullivan appearance his house was filled with junior high girls playing Beatles 45s and screaming. They bought Beatle wigs and plastic Beatle guitars.”

    Children’s entertainer Al Simmons witnessed the excitement that night. “As soon as the girls in the audience started screaming, I was transfixed. There was a gigantic shift in culture literally overnight and it was amazing to witness it. My Dad bought my brother and I Beatle wigs which were basically a fun-fur bag with an elastic edge that looked like furry bathing caps.”

    The Beatles appearance was a life-changer for singer/songwriter/record producer Dan Donahue. “I had a sense that watching them on that very first Sullivan appearance that history was being made. The Beatles pretty much served to chart my life’s course.”

    “Sundays meant going to Grandma’s for roast beef and TV, which we didn’t have ourselves, starting with Ed Sullivan, then Bonanza and maybe Candid Camera,” recalls former NDP cabinet minister Gord Mackintosh. “Cousins were there and part way through the Beatles’ performance I realized for the first time there was a generation gap in the family. The adults were all saying ‘Isn’t that silly’. We were all saying ‘Isn’t that sensational!’.”

  • Métis Fiddlers
    LifeStyles 55 Magazine
    Article by John Einarson

    The fiddle is at the centre of traditional Métis culture in Western Canada, heard at weddings, New Year’s celebrations and other social gatherings where dancing, including the Red River Jig, go hand-in-hand with fiddle music. Not to be confused with the classical violin, fiddling is a distinctly Canadian approach to bowing the strings. Fiddlers were generally self-taught with fiddle songs drawn from Acadian music (from French settlements along the Atlantic coast) and Scottish jigs and reels passed down from generation to generation by ear. Often hand-made fiddles were used.

    “Fiddling is extremely important to Manitoba culture in that we have such long running fiddle and dance traditions,” notes renowned local fiddle champion Patti Kusturok, known as “Canada's old-time fiddling sweetheart.” A member of the North American Fiddlers Hall of Fame, Patti is a six-time Manitoba Champion, three-time Grand North American Champion. “Here on the prairies, fiddling and old time square dancing go hand in hand,” she notes, “and the style of the music is always played with dancing in mind. It all started with the house parties, usually in the kitchen, and the music was accompanied by just the feet.

    Two of the best-known Métis fiddlers from Manitoba were Andy Dejarlis and Reg Bouvette. Together they account for close to 100 fiddling albums and toured across Canada. Accompanied by the Red River Mates, Andy Dejarlis began performing on radio in Winnipeg in 1937, graduating to television in the 1950s. After stints in Vancouver and Montreal, he returned to Winnipeg where he continued to play festivals and dances. In his lifetime, Andy published over 200 fiddling songs under his name. After an appearance on CBC TV’s Don Messer’s Jubilee, Messer, no slouch on the fiddle himself, is said to have declared Andy Dejarlis the greatest exponent of old-time fiddling in Canada.

    Reg Bouvette cut a dashing figure with his distinctive blue fiddle. Little is known about his early years but there is no doubting his influence on young fiddlers. “I first met Reg Bouvette in 1977 at the Garden City Mall fiddling contest,” Patti remembers. “I was just a kid. My mom put me on her shoulders so I could see and I was hooked. I spent hours listening to his records. To me he was huge star.” In 1986, Patti recorded an album of fiddling numbers with Reg Bouvette entitled The King and the Princess on Sunshine Records. “Of course, it goes without saying that it was a huge honour for me,” she smiles.

    Hailing from Selkirk, Manitoba, fiddler Mel Bedard was the first to use the term “Métis” on a record sleeve. A close friend to Andy Dejarlis, Bedard mentored young Patti who also cites Métis fiddler Marcel Meilleur who played second fiddle or harmony on all of Andy Dejarlis’s recordings and at live shows. Raised in the tiny rural community of Vogar, Manitoba, Cliff Maytwayashing is another talented fiddler in the Métis tradition. “If you didn’t tap your foot to his playing, you’d better check your pulse,” laughs Patti.

    Winnipeg-born fiddler Wally Diduck cut a wide swath through the music world in his lengthy career, not only appearing on local television productions like Red River Jamboree, Sesame Street (portions of the Canadian content were produced out of Winnipeg) and My Kind of Country starring Ray St. Germain. Unlike many of his self-taught contemporaries, Wally was a graduate of the Royal Conservatory School of Music at the University of Toronto. Besides playing alongside the likes of Rod Stewart, Anne Murray, Buck Owens and Kenny Rogers, Diduck also performed at Rainbow Stage and the Manitoba Theatre Center in productions of Fiddler on the Roof, The Sound of Music, West Side Story and Chicago. His colourful fiddling can be heard on singer, songwriter Ray St. Germain’s signature song “The Métis”.

    One of our province’s top fiddlers, Stan Winistock from Portage La Prairie, added fiddle to the 1973 Guess Who hit single “Orly”. Fiddlers like Oliver Boulette from Manigotogan, Tayler Fleming from Minitonas, and Portage La Prairie’s Melissa St. Goddard are carrying on the Métis fiddling tradition.

  • Lucille Starr
    Lifestyles 55 Magazine
    Article by John Einarson

    “Quand le soleil dit bonjours aux montagnes”. Whether you speak French or not, the opening line to Lucille Starr’s million-selling 1964 hit “The French Song” is instantly recognizable. Produced in Los Angeles by Herb Alpert (of Tijuana Brass fame), the single became the first million-selling record by a Canadian female country music recording artist and topped record charts worldwide. At one time, Lucille held the top five spots on the South African charts and in the Netherlands “The French Song” was #1 for nineteen weeks straight. Lucille’s name remains forever associated with that sentimental bilingual ballad.

    Lucille Starr passed away at her home in Las Vegas on September 4, 2020. She was 82.

    Born Lucille Marie Raymonde Savoie in St. Boniface in 1938, Lucille lived on Langevin Street for her first seven years. “Some of the sweetest memories come from my childhood in Winnipeg,” she reminisced from her home in Las Vegas a few years back. She grew up in a musical family. “My daddy would play the fiddle and my mother sang.” Lucille began singing in church in St. Boniface.

    The family moved to Mallairdville, British Columbia where Lucille would launch her singing career in her teens teaming up with guitarist/singer Bob Regan (Bob Frederickson) as rockabilly duo Bob and Lucille before renaming themselves The Canadian Sweethearts. The Sweethearts enjoyed several hits in Canada and the United States. Signed to A&M Records, record producer Herb Alpert brought Lucille into the recording studio to record a solo record, “The French Song”.

    “Actually, it was re-named that,” Lucille explains, “because Herb couldn’t pronounce the original French title. He would say, ‘I don’t care if I can’t understand the word, I know this is a hit’.” Alpert contributed the trumpet intro to the record. Released in the spring of 1964 at the height of Beatlemania, “The French Song” captured hearts all over the world. The following year Lucille was fêted with an invitation to be Grande Vedette (top star) of Amsterdam’s Grand Gala du Disques, an international music cavalcade. She was in illustrious company following on the heels of previous honourees Frank Sinatra, Barbra Streisand and Charles Aznavour. “I was the first Canadian or American to do a television special in the Netherlands,” she states with pride. Lucille’s popularity extended to Belgium, Switzerland, Mexico, Guam, the Philippines, Japan, and Korea. She performed in many of these countries, and in South Africa the Prime Minister held a special luncheon in Lucille’s honour at their parliament. She headlined a five-week tour in South Africa in 1967 where she received several gold records.

    Her marriage was fraught with turmoil from the get-go and with Lucille’s solo success, Regan became more abusive. “When I started getting hits, he became very jealous,” recalls Lucille. “Bob wanted me to fail.” Their turbulent relationship was portrayed in the Canadian stage production Back To You: The Life & Career of Lucille Starr by Tracy Powers which was staged at the Prairie Theatre Exchange in 2010.

    Lucille scored further hits with “Colinda”, “Jolie Jacqueline”, and a bilingual cover of Ray Price’s “Crazy Arms”. Her yodeling abilities were put to good use on the popular television show The Beverly Hillbillies where she provided the singing voice for Cousin Pearl. Lucille recorded in Nashville with noted producer Billy Sherrill, the man behind hits by Tammy Wynette, Charlie Rich, and George Jones. The partnership yielded two albums and the hits “Too Far Gone”, “(Bonjour Tristesse) Hello Sadness” and “Send Me No Roses”.

    A fascinating sidebar to Lucille’s story is that the former Prime Minister of Croatia Kolinda Grabar-Kitarovic’s mother liked Lucille’s “Colinda” so much that she named her daughter after the song.

    In the 1980s she married Bob Cunningham, a Sarnia, Ontario businessman, and appeared regularly in Las Vegas where the two resided. Lucille continued to tour worldwide releasing Lucille’s Starr’s Greatest Hits in Europe in 1982, and picking up another gold record. In 1996 she was added to the Nashville Walk of Stars in the Country Music Hall of Fame. The Canadian Country Music Hall of Fame inducted Lucille in 1989.

    Reflecting on her long career, Lucille stated, “When I was just a kid all I ever thought about was getting up on a stage and singing. I never thought about stardom or gold records. It’s like the happy ending you read about in story books.”

  • Neil Young
    Lifestyles 55 Magazine
    Article by John Einarson

    Fifty-nine years ago this month, internationally-renowned rock music iconoclast Neil Young made his first ever recordings at CKRC radio’s tiny recording studio in the old Winnipeg Free Press building on Carlton Street in downtown Winnipeg. On the afternoon of Tuesday, July 23, 1963, local rock ‘n’ roll quartet The Squires – Kelvin High School student Neil Young on lead guitar, Grant Park High students Alan Bates on rhythm guitar and drummer Ken Smyth, along with bass player Ken Koblun from Churchill High School – recorded a couple of original compositions from Young under the direction of recording engineer and CKRC deejay Harry Taylor. Fellow CKRC deejay Bob Bradburn is listed as record producer but it was Taylor who was calling the shots. Bradburn’s contribution was hitting a large gong with a mallet at intervals in one of the songs.

    “The big thing was to get a DJ behind you,” recalled Neil of his embryonic years on the local community club circuit. “Bob Bradburn was our connection at CKRC.” Although Bob’s on-air slot was the mid-morning show, nine to noon when teens were supposed to be in school, he was, nonetheless, a name around the city. Bob adopted the band, plugging their engagements on the radio and hosting their community club dances. On July 12, 1963, he arranged an audition for The Squires with CKRC recording engineer Harry Taylor. Having suitably impressed Taylor with fifteen or twenty of their best instrumentals, Harry invited them back a week later for a run through of two of Neil's compositions, The Sultan and Aurora. Satisfied with these two songs, Taylor arranged a recording date for July 23. On that day, Neil Young made his recording debut. Two months later a 45rpm single, The Sultan, backed by Aurora, was released locally on local V Records label, quite a feat for such a young band. Owned and operated by Alex Groshak out of his home in Windsor Park, V-Records specialized in Ukrainian music, the label’s biggest success being popular duo Mickey & Bunny. But Groshak took a chance with The Squires. Some 300 copies of the single were pressed. It received airplay on CKRC.

    Both sides of the single were guitar instrumentals in The Ventures and British instrumentalists The Shadows style. The recordings reveal Neil’s progress on guitar, though nothing of the nimble fingers he would show on later recordings. “With The Sultan,” Neil reflected to me, “it was good to have it out but I hadn’t got the sound I was after yet. It was my first recording session and I was just glad to be there for the experience. I was still searching for that right sound.”

    That search brought Neil Young’s Squires back to CKRC’s 2-track studio on April 2, 1964 with Harry Taylor again at the controls. With The British Invasion in full swing spearheaded by The Beatles and their Merseybeat contemporaries, this recording session featured the debut of Young’s vocals. “I think we recorded a song called Ain’t It the Truth written by me,” says Neil. “There were tapes of those songs around but they are probably lost now. We did about twenty songs.” Decades later two songs from that April 1964 session surfaced: I Wonder featuring Young on double-tracked vocals and an instrumental track, Mustang. At the completion of the session, Neil asked Harry Taylor what he thought. Neither ever forgot the reply: “You’re a good guitar player, kid, but you’ll never make it as a singer.” Recalls Young, “People told me I couldn’t sing but I just kept at it.” The recording wasn’t released at the time.

    Young would take a second stab at I Wonder in Fort William (Thunder Bay) at radio station CJLX in November 1964 while still based in Winnipeg. At that same session, the band recorded Young’s I’ll Love You Forever, a love song to his Winnipeg girlfriend Pam Smith that featured dubbed in ocean sounds. In March, 1965, Young and The Squires recorded his composition I’m A Man And I Can’t Cry at Mickey & Bunny leader Mickey Sheppard’s basement studio in West Kildonan. A month later, Neil would take The Squires, now down to himself, Ken Koblun and drummer Bob Clark, to Fort William for several months before trying his luck unsuccessfully in Toronto. Heading south in March 1966 he would run into Stephen Stills and Richie Furay in a Sunset Boulevard traffic jam. Together they would form the Buffalo Springfield. Neil Young had found the fame he had been searching for.

    In June 2009, Neil Young released the first volume of his highly-anticipated 10 disk Neil Young Archives box set retrospective pulling together some of his best-known recordings from 1963 to 1972 along with dozens of unreleased tracks. Among those unreleased tracks were the recordings made by The Squires between 1963 to 1965. “Winnipeg was where it all happened for me,” he stated.

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  • Gene Clark & Carla Olson
    So Rebellious A Lover
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    Gene Clark’s career had pretty much hit rock bottom by the early 1980s. The former Byrds founder and singer/songwriter, the one out front with the tambourine, left the group in early 1966. Anointed America’s Beatles, a tag the Byrds found near impossible to live up to, the five band mates were never the best of friends. A country boy of simple virtues, Gene was way out of his depth in the fast hustle of the Hollywood music milieu. A combination of reluctance to fly, sniping from his fellow Byrds over his hefty royalty cheques (Gene was the band’s principal songwriter) and ill at ease with the god-like adulation bestowed on the band members, forced Clark to fly the coop.

    Despite consistently releasing critically acclaimed and creatively brilliant albums beginning in 1967 and sporadically thereafter, commercially Gene’s records had largely fallen on deaf ears. At times his frustration at failing to achieve a commercial breakthrough was palpable and nearly erupted into fisticuffs with music mogul David Geffen who financed Gene’s magnum opus, 1974’s No Other, only to leave it twisting in the wind without promotion. It was clear in the music business that Gene Clark was persona non grata, too much of a loose cannon to risk signing. His alcohol and drug use only heightened the unease surrounding him.

    By the early 1980s, Gene had been dividing his time between touring with fellow ex-Byrds drummer Michael Clarke in a sort of Rolling Thunder Revue of buddies dubbed The Byrds 20th Anniversary Tribute show and recording with a few close friends. To say the Byrds tribute shows, which included at times members of The Band, Beach Boys and Firefall, were ramshackled would be polite. Coked and boozed up, Gene and his band of merrymakers stumbled through a set of Byrds favourites each night.

    In sharp contrast, writing and recording with friends Pat Robinson and onetime Byrd John York at Silvery Moon studios in Laurel Canyon proved to be much more satisfying. As CRY (Clark, Robinson and York, later expanded to CHRY with the addition of pianist Nicky Hopkins), the sessions offered an oasis for Gene and a creative outlet, although his bad habits remained. Unfortunately, there was no commercial interest in CRY and the recordings would languish for several years before seeing the light of day after Gene’s death.

    Besides the Byrds tribute debacle, Gene had been touring with his own band under the name FireByrd with a handful of younger players plus buddy Michael Clarke. But by the fall of 1984, FireByrd was running out of tinder.

    Clearly Gene needed a lifeline. At what would become FireByrd’s swansong gig at Madame Wong’s West, a club on Wilshire Boulevard in West Los Angeles, Gene would meet singer/songwriter Carla Olson and her manager Saul Davis.

    “Saul and I intentionally went to see Gene that night actually because we had never met him,” explains Austin, Texas-born Carla, who had fronted the Textones. Near the end of FireByrd’s set that night, Gene’s compadre Tom Slocum invited Carla to join Gene onstage. “I didn’t know Tom, but he introduced himself. He said, ‘You should get up and sing with Gene on the encore.’ I replied, ‘That’s okay, Tom. I’m just here to enjoy the show.’” Slocum persisted. “‘They’re going to do ‘Feel a Whole Lot Better.’ When they started to do the encore, he literally grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up on the stage and threw a tambourine at me and said, ‘Sing!’ In the middle of the guitar solo, Gene leaned over and said, ‘Hi, I’m Gene Clark.’ There’s a photo, actually, of that moment, the moment we first met. Then after the show we went backstage and talked with him.”

    Carla’s Textones were among a brand-new breed of punkish country-rockers. The early ’80s Paisley Underground revival of 1960s power-pop in Los Angeles had spurred a healthy country-rock/Americana roots scene. This would ultimately spawn the alt.country movement, spearheaded in the late ’80s and early ’90s by such artists as Lucinda Williams, Gillian Welch, Victoria Williams, the Jayhawks, and Son Volt, among others. These performers took as their guiding inspiration the works of doomed country-rock pioneers like Gram Parsons, the Flying Burrito Brothers, the Sweetheart of the Rodeo-era Byrds, and Dillard & Clark.

    Carla came out to Los Angeles in 1978 with friend Kathy Valentine and formed the Textones the following year (Kathy later took a spot in the Go-Go’s). Carla’s big break came when she appeared alongside Bob Dylan in the video for “Sweetheart like You” from his acclaimed Infidels album. She would later team up with Rolling Stones guitar great Mick Taylor as well as ex-Manfred Mann singer Paul Jones among others.

    “I was aware of who Gene was, certainly with McGuinn, Clark & Hillman,” Carla continues. “He was always kind of the serious guy in the Byrds. He wrote the most beautiful melodies, the most haunting.”

    The arrival of Carla and Saul at that particular point in Gene’s life and career, while certainly serendipitous, would prove fortuitous. It gave Gene the chance to return to a more roots-based, acoustic singer-songwriter format—always his strength—and offered fresh, new associations that would recharge his creative batteries.

    “Gene had so thoroughly destroyed his name in the music industry by the time that we first met him that it was really difficult to get any opportunities for him,” laments Saul Davis, who would take on managing Gene.

    “We got together quite often at Gene’s house for business,” Carla recalls, “and I would hang around while Gene and Saul did business or we were waiting around for Gene to make one of these huge dinners. He used to love to make these big meals. Gene would start to play guitar and other people would come over like Tommy Slocum and we’d all be playing guitars and singing. I can’t remember who came up with the idea of recording this stuff. I have never really felt comfortable with my voice and I felt so honored that Gene allowed me to sing with him. He was just so totally giving that way. He never looked down his nose at anybody that was singing. He never put anybody down.”

    Two songs ultimately destined for the album emerged out of those impromptu kitchen sessions. “One time I remember we were sitting there,” Carla recalls, “Gene and me and Saul, Michael Clarke, and somebody else, and we got on this ‘Hot Burrito’ kick. Gene just started playing it on acoustic guitar. I just was singing harmony under my breath. He played something else, too, then he said, ‘I’ve got this great song that my brother wrote. Listen to this.’ I thought it was a Woody Guthrie song from the 1930s. I just fell in love with it. He and Rick wrote it together.” The song was “Del Gato,” one of the highlights of the album, a poignant tale of early California history. “When we were living in Mendocino with Gene,” Rick explains, “we didn’t have a TV. That’s how we ended up writing ‘Del Gato’ because I was reading about the early history of California. That’s how the idea for ‘Del Gato’ came about and we wrote it in one evening.”

    After a few trial runs singing with Gene and sharing songs plus recording with member so the Textones as well as The Long Ryders, in early 1986 Gene and Carla began sessions for their duet album, So Rebellious a Lover (the title taken from the lyrics to “Del Gato”) at Control Center studios in Los Angeles with drummer Michael Huey producing. Michael had previous drummed for Glenn Frey, Juice Newton, Joe Walsh, and Chris Hillman when Saul approached him with the offer to produce Gene and Carla. “I came of age in the 1960s with the Byrds,” states Michael. “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I would be in a recording studio producing Gene Clark. He was one of the fathers of modern rock ’n’ roll. And lo and behold he’s out in the studio with Chris Hillman! That pretty much blew me away, personally. The engineer and I just kept looking at each other all day long going, ‘I can’t believe it!’ It was pretty amazing to have these two guys there. Gene was such a wonderful man, too. Never aloof or arrogant, a pretty down-home kind of guy. He had the aura about him, but he never played on it. He was just a very charismatic guy in a kind of quiet way.

    “Actually, it was the four of us—Gene, Carla, Saul, and myself—who steered that album through,” insists Michael. “We ploughed through a lot of material before we picked those eleven songs. We knew that the album was going to be rather dark because that tended to be Gene’s style. There were some uptempo, happier, rockier songs but they just didn’t seem to fit on that album. He really, really loved those down songs. That’s what he listened to, that’s what he wrote, and that’s what he played. Great songs, but any time we had something uptempo, he didn’t like it. He just didn’t like fast songs or to rock that much. That’s truly the way he was. So, we knew it was going to be kind of a dark and introspective album and we decided to go with it because it seemed to fit. That style wasn’t so much Carla. That was more Gene, as far as the direction, more of a Gene vibe, although Carla had a lot of input.”

    Using a stripped-down, back-to-basics approach and framing the songs in a rootsy folk/country context, Michael managed to create the perfect setting for Gene and Carla’s songs. While Gene dominates the material, Carla holds her own, contributing such standout compositions as “The Drifter” and “Are We Still Making Love.”

    For the sessions, Michael assembled a solid backing band whose talents complemented Gene and Carla’s musical vision. “We had pretty much an all-star rhythm section,” he states. “In Los Angeles musicians’ circles they were quite well known. We had Otha Young on acoustic guitar from Juice Newton’s band, and Skip Edwards did a lot of keyboards on it. He later worked with Dwight Yoakam.” Long Ryders guitarist Stephen McCarthy added dobro and lap steel. Michael provided the drums. Chris Hillman (who appeared on almost every album Gene released throughout his career) guested on mandolin on several tracks, demonstrating once again his long-standing support for Gene.

    Despite the stellar supporting players and stressless studio vibe, Gene endured considerable personal discomfort throughout the sessions. As Michael remembers, “He was going through heavy stomach problems and intestinal problems and he was in pain a lot of the time we were recording and had to be taken to the hospital on one occasion. He would double over in pain. He was popping a lot of aspirins and Tylenol and drinking monumental amounts of coffee and smoking. I think that helped to speed up his death because all of that stuff pretty much ate a hole in his stomach. But he wasn’t drinking alcohol. He was on the wagon, or at least he was not drinking around me.”

    Carla credits Gene for providing her with a musical education. “Gene taught me so many things about singing,” she recalls, “He used his voice like a woodwind or a cello, with subtlety. Gene showed me that I had to back off the mic — not just belt it out — to make every word count. Because he had played solo so much, I had to find my place in the songs, whether to use a different inversion of a chord, or find a harmony that fit. Many times I opted for a unison part but an octave above. That seemed appropriate to create a single voice on some lines.”

    Saul secured a recording contract with UK indie label Demon but finding a US deal was difficult given Gene’s tarnished reputation. “Saul was gently trying to convince Gene that people were not exactly knocking down doors to sign him,” states Carla. “But that was hard because Gene always had his ego.” In the end Saul managed to convince Rhino Records, best known as reissue specialists, to put out the album. So Rebellious a Lover presented Gene and Carla’s exquisite acoustic folk/country-based songs with subtle, unobtrusive backing. “Probably it was a part of Gene that everyone longed to hear,” suggests Carla. “Most people never got to hear that on his records because of all the production. The whole idea of doing that record stripped down was to let the voices be heard. Minimal instrumentation was the direction we wanted.” The album found Carla’s songwriting well matched to Gene’s high standards and her rich, full voiced delivery a worthy partner to his melancholy baritone.

    Released by Rhino Records in 1987, the album revived Gene’s flagging career. Standout tracks included the hauntingly exquisite “Gypsy Rider” “Del Gato” and an aching “Why Did You Leave Me Today.” The sympathetic, unobtrusive backing allowed the strength of the songwriting to shine through. Gene’s vocal performance throughout is both compelling and heartbreaking, especially on the tender Gram Parsons-Chris Ethridge country-rock classic “Hot Burrito #1.” While the record heralded Gene’s return, it is as much Carla’s album as Gene’s. Together the two harmonize like a folk version of Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris on “Fair & Tender Ladies” and their duet on “Are We Still Making Love” is pure honky tonk heaven.

    Critics unanimously heralded the album’s rootsy feel—a precursor to the entire Americana/alt.country movement—and acknowledged the return of Gene to the public eye. Sales, however, were slim. “It got great reviews, but it didn’t sell many,” Michael laments. “It was toward the late ’80s and the groups on the radio were a lot of tight pants and hair, Duran Duran and that Euro pop/rock/disco thing, and this album went against every grain of commercial success you could possibly do at that time. There was no such thing as Americana or roots rock then and also it was prior to unplugged, that MTV show. A year or two after we did the album, for artists to go on MTV and do acoustic versions of their material was a new and exciting thing, so we were ahead of the curve. But there weren’t a lot of marketing dollars behind it.” The album would be Gene’s last official release. (A reissue from Fuel 2000 Records in 2004 added six bonus tracks to the album, four of which are from the 1985 Gene’s sessions with the Textones).

    While a tour in support of the album never materialized, Gene’s notorious aversion to flying a well-documented reality, the two managed several key performances including an appearance on CMT’s Nashville Now. As Carla remembers, “There were no agents interested in booking us.”

    “There was some estrangement going on between Gene and a lot of people during that time,” Michael postulates. “Gene was coming out of a real drunk period and Saul had really worked him quite a bit and brought him back career-wise. He hadn’t really been straight long enough for a lot of people to know it yet and people were still kind of afraid to be around him. This was kind of like the coming out for Gene. I took it at the time that this was the first step in a long-range career plan, a comeback. We would do this album and the next one would be a little more rock. That was sort of the plan, all this to try to bring him back.”

    “If Rhino Records had gone to town on ‘Gypsy Rider’ and serviced it to country radio, that might have turned into something,” Saul points out. “No one of major stature later in the 1980s or since came across ‘Gypsy Rider’ or ‘Del Gato’ or any of these other songs and made them hits, which may have revitalized his career. Adds Carla, “Gene definitely had the potential to write commercially if he put his mind to it.”

    “Maybe in the right genre of music, I guess country, Gene could have had some kind of a hit country ballad,” suggests Saul. “I’ve got a stack of rejection letters where we sent out demos. Gene’s reputation unfortunately hurt him. You would think objectively, in black-and-white, here’s a guy who had been in one of the biggest American bands of all time including a couple of No. 1 records. He’s had songs cut by people like Tom Petty to the Eagles and Linda Ronstadt. He looks good, he writes great songs, good image, and great voice. Obviously, he got shafted for a record deal when you look at it objectively. But then you add all that other stuff surrounding him. So it doesn’t work as scientifically or arithmetically as you would think.”

    Coming out as it did in 1987, So Rebellious A Lover was a watershed album often regarded as ground zero for the entire alt. country, Americana, roots music movement of the 1990s. “Gene and Gram Parsons are the fathers of this whole alt. country thing,” Saul insists. “The only category they could put us in for a Grammy was the country category,” notes Carla, “because there wasn’t a category for rootsy acoustic music of this kind and for some reason it didn’t register to people as folk music. And country at that point was pretty much awful stuff except for people like Steve Earle and Lyle Lovett. There was such a Las Vegas thing in country music then.”

    Looking back, Carla remains proud of So Rebellious A Lover. “Here we are nearly 35 years later and people are still interested in that album,” she muses. “What an honor.”

    – John Einarson, author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life & Legacy of The Byrds Gene Clark, Backbeat Books.

  • No Other
    Gene Clark
    Deluxe Box Set Liner Notes by John Einarson

    In early 1974, Gene Clark stood at a crossroads. The release of the much-anticipated Byrds reunion album carried high expectations for the jingle-jangle folk-rock quintet to capture their original 1965 magic. It was not to be. Gone was the chiming sparkle of Roger McGuinn’s Rickenbacker electric 12-string that was the hallmark of the band’s distinctive sound. The musical backing was understated. There was no cohesiveness, no band unity of sound, replaced instead by what seemed like individual solo tracks, and not even each individual’s best writing. The album hit record shelves with a thud and stayed there. A star-studded tour was quietly scrapped. Each Byrd put the experience behind them and went their own way back to individual careers.

    Except Gene Clark. His contributions, two original compositions and two Neil Young cover songs, were unquestionably the standouts on an otherwise lackluster album. Gene was singled out for praise by critics who nonetheless slammed the reunion album for missing the magic. Out in the musical and literal wilderness for years, Gene’s elevated stature following the album was impressive enough for Asylum Records honcho David Geffen, on whose label The Byrds reunion album was produced, to offer him a solo recording contract. With a whopping $100,000 budget, Geffen was betting heavily that Gene could deliver a masterpiece. Like a phoenix, Gene Clark was expected to rise from the ashes of the disappointing Byrds reunion.

    So why a crossroads? Five years earlier Gene had fled Los Angeles’s hustle and bustle for the bucolic comfort and languid pace of Northern California’s coastal community centered around Mendocino. In Los Angeles, and Hollywood in particular, he was Gene Clark, ex-Byrd and rock music god, both tags he chaffed at. Up on the Northern coast he was Gene Clark the one-time country boy who enjoyed the simple rural lifestyle that the community offered. There were no expectations, no star-maker machinery pursuing him. Married, he and his wife Carlie resided in a large rustic character home that had once been a coach house at the end of Middle Ridge Road near Albion, a community a few short miles south of Mendocino. Located on a ridge, it gave them a view of the ocean. Country life appealed to Gene and reconnected him to his childhood growing up in rural Kansas. It also stirred his creative juices. While residing along the Northern California coast, Gene would ultimately produce four albums worth of songs, among the finest of his career.

    But a new recording contract brought with it the prospect of having to relocate to Los Angeles for the duration of the recording sessions, abandoning, albeit temporarily, his rural refuge. Once again, the music business, with all its vices, temptations and superficiality, was beckoning Gene.

    Throughout his post-Byrds career, Gene was continually frustrated by the fact that his records did not sell. He was forever at odds with his record labels for failing to adequately promote and market his recordings. It most certainly wasn’t an issue of quality. Gene’s recorded work was held in the highest regard by critics and contemporaries. But they don’t buy records. What Gene refused to accept was that he needed to become a more public person—tour, do interviews, and perform—in order to get his records wider public attention. It wasn’t just about writing a batch of songs, surfacing from his secure sanctuary amid the wilds of Mendocino to record them before retreating back into obscurity. Gene did not want to play the game and suffered the consequences.

    “How do you market Gene if you don’t have him capable of being the public person to back that record up?” insists former Byrd Chris Hillman. “You can’t put a record out and go back to your cabin in the woods. Going on the road is what I’m talking about.” That was still the tried and true means to success.

    If Gene’s public performances were scant in the late ‘60s since leaving The Byrds, they were virtually nonexistent following his move up to beautiful Albion on the Mendocino coast. Despite the starkly stellar music and rave reviews, his previous album, White Light, sold poorly. Once again, Gene presented his label with an outstanding effort only to refuse to tour or perform in support of it.

    Back home in Albion, with a recording date looming, Gene awaited the muse to imbue him with inspiration. Local friend, drummer Andy Kandanes, had a cottage by the ocean near Mendocino and offered Gene use of it whenever he felt the need to be alone to write. “I said to him, ‘Here, go up to my place. Don’t smoke up everything, but have a good time.’ It was a beautiful house on a cliff overlooking the ocean where the whales used to come in and rub their barnacles on the cliffs. It was just north of Mendocino in Indian Shoals, which is right by the Caspar lighthouse, a fantastic area that looks like a combination of the Cotswolds in England and Cornwall.” Gene found the breathtaking setting inspiring and the contemplative solitude stimulating. In this secluded environment he began an exploration of the essence of spirituality and the human condition.

    Frequent conversations with a local friend, blacksmith Philip O’Leno, on various religions, philosophies, and beliefs further stirred questions in Gene. An avid reader and explorer of the spiritual world in all its incarnations and guises, ancient and modern, Philip became Gene’s guru and sounding board. Philip’s personal library was impressive, reflecting a man on a quest for answers to the fundamental questions of life. “I always said to people, here was this amazing poet who’s never read a book in his life,” acknowledges Philip. “That’s a fact. Gene never read. I’m a great reader and I study and Gene depended on me for some of that. He would ask me what I read about. We wouldn’t get into conversations about it, but he would understand it. He would talk about albums and how he would produce this song or that song, bringing in singers here, and kind of use us as his soundboard. Then there was the life stuff, the philosophy, the more abstract stuff we got into. I would lend him books but he wouldn’t read them. He had a kind of moral and ethical compass that wasn’t spiritual or religious or anything like that, but he had a sense of right and wrong and he stuck pretty much close to that. Reality was very important to Gene, getting through the bullshit and down to what is meaningful, what is the truth. He was no abstract philosopher, but he wanted to get at the truth of things. To me it seemed as if he had an old soul, an innate wisdom beyond his being.”

    Gene’s friend David Carradine introduced him to the precepts of Zen philosophy and although he never read about it or practiced it, Gene was fascinated enough to incorporate some of its precepts into his writing and to cite it in interviews.

    Gene’s writing was never frivolous or superficial. With this next album he would apply his poetic gift far more than he had ever before and take great personal pride in being able to vocalize those concepts, ideas, spiritual extrapolations, and deep soul searching in song. “Being around him, he was sort of the typical down-home country boy,” notes Gene’s friend Dennis Kelley. “Very laid back and easygoing. There was just no indication from his everyday speech that his writing could be so literate and poetic. During our conversation one time, Gene made the comment that he loved poetry and the way words and phrases could flow. Then he said, ‘But to be able to sing those words is really where the beauty lies.’ He said that really made them come alive. The look on his face, coupled with the almost reverential tone in his voice, made me realize that singing his poetry was truly one of the greatest joys that Gene could imagine.” It has frequently been speculated that Gene’s songs on No Other were drug-derived; that Gene conceived the eight songs in some cocaine haze with the subsequent recording sessions dusted in white powder, anointing Gene as the king of the Cosmic Cowboys. To this day, reviews of the album dwell inordinately on that erroneous assumption. The reality is much less beguiling: many of the album’s themes derive from the Bible, while others examine the eternal conflicts between the inner spirit and the outer realities of life.

    “Those songs were not conceived on drugs,” contends Carlie Clark adamantly. “Mendocino was our cooling-out place and we had kids there.” She insists that Gene was not a frequent recreational drug user at that point. In fact, she asserts, Gene didn’t even like drugs. “Gene didn’t do drugs well. He was way too sensitive to go to any valid or workable place with a mind-altering substance. I’m sure it was a great escape for him because he lost a certain amount of that intense reality or that intense consciousness or pressure. But it didn’t go good. I can’t say that I can ever remember him getting high and laughing and having fun when everyone else would be giggling and having fun. If Gene took a hit off of a joint he was really trying to be sociable because it wasn’t his thing. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. David Crosby had every kind of drug imaginable, but Gene would say, ‘No thanks.’”

    “Critics tend to read too much into the lyrics,” Dennis Kelley hypothesizes. “We had been talking about the album and I mentioned that I liked that particular song ‘From a Silver Phial,’ especially the line, ‘Said she saw the sword of sorrow sunken in the sand of searching souls.’ Gene himself told me the lyrics were inspired by the Book of Revelations. I’ve read where someone said it was about a cocaine burn-out.” Gene explains the song’s inspiration. “‘Silver Phial’ was written in a state of, could I say, meditation? I had a house on the ocean at that time in Northern California. I was just sitting watching the waves come in. It was real quiet and... okay... here it is.”

    References to needing a fix in “Some Misunderstanding” are not alluding to drugs but to the need for a bearing, a compass, some spiritual grounding of some sort, especially during the decadent “me-decade” of the 1970s. “Yes, a fix, a bearing, Gene explained to Dominic Priore. “My feeling about saying that was if you fix yourself in such a pattern that you haven’t got any channels of release or escape to go out, look, think about it and come back in. The thing about Zen and the form of music is that Zen to me is only a tuning, but it is a spiritualism. A lot of people have said, ‘Your music has such spiritual undertones’ but you take a film-maker, a director, an actor, a poet, a novelist, if they don’t have a tuning to the inner self something can’t come through them. Any great movie, great poem, great novel is all performed out of soul searching. To me, that's a simplification of Zen and music.”

    Gene expounded further to Steve Burgess in a 1977 Dark Star magazine interview, “People sometimes think, and I know they’ve asked this of Dylan, ‘Do you write songs out of personal experiences or do you write songs like a novelist writes a novel?’ Actually, in many cases you write them out of examples you get from watching other people or situations you see, or just dream up a situation. It is sort of like a novel writer. It’s not always written because you went through a particular situation. A lot of times they are, but for the most part, most of the songs I’ve written are from observations. Something you see. Like you could be sitting at a coffee shop and see some guy arguing with his old lady and write a song about it.”

    Gene confided to Burgess, “‘Some Misunderstanding’ was written in a dream. I got up and wrote it down. I woke up and I told my wife, ‘Look, I’ve gotta get up, turn on the lights for a moment, and write this down.’ I wrote the song in completion because the dream was still fresh in my mind. I can’t contrive a song.”

    One inspiration proved to be far more mundane in reality than oft speculated. In interviews, Gene would wax philosophical about the inspiration for his mysterious “Silver Raven” arising from a flying saucer, which he did indeed believe existed along with alien visitations to Earth. However, the silver raven in question was wife Carlie’s favorite footwear. “I used to have these platform shoes, silver leather platform shoes made for me in the days of platform shoes,” reveals Carlie. “I would dance with those shoes on and Gene called them my silver ravens.” Confirms Ea O’Leno , “The song ‘Silver Raven’ is about Carlie’s silver platform shoes. She was a very good dancer and she could fly.”

    In discussing the gestation of the songs for No Other, Gene told radio host B. Mitchell Reed in 1974, “I spent a year of writing and analyzing the material on this album. I live at my ranch in Mendocino. That’s where I do all my writing. I do maybe half of each song, then I fly down to L.A. and finish them. And then I use this energy to record them. So it’s a balance to me of the two. It is not a San Francisco sound or an L.A. sound because one or the other is lacking in one flavor or the other. In other words, I get my clear head and my creative writing ability from the peaceful northern coast. But when I come to L.A. the energy hits me to inspire me to finish and to then give it the punch and to get all the way down. And also I have access to the finest musicians in the world. All the finest professionals are in L.A. at this time.”

    By the time Gene entered Village Recorder in Los Angeles in April 1974, he had assembled before him the A-list of studio aces who were ready, willing, and able to translate his lyrical revelations into musical form. With him on this journey would be a producer capable of matching Gene’s grandiloquent visions pound-for-pound: elaborate arrangements framing Gene’s exquisite poetry in musical mini-operas of wailing gospel choruses, screaming electric violins, swirling organs, and funked-up bass. In Thomas Jefferson Kaye, Gene had found his soul mate. Over the next five months the two partners would shape an album like no other in Gene’s career.

    “I would say probably that if any relationship was the relationship, it was Gene and Tommy Kaye,” declares mutual friend and record producer Ken Mansfield. “I’ve never seen two people on such a wavelength as they had, and such good friends. These guys were like back-to-back buddies ready to take on the world. I actually envied their relationship in terms of how close they were.”

    Four years Gene’s senior, Tommy Kontos was born and raised in New York where his career in music began at the age of 18 as head of A&R at Scepter Records. He adopted the surname Kaye shortly thereafter. Tommy enjoyed remarkable success as a producer, arranger, and songwriter for a diverse list of artists including the Shirelles, Maxine Brown, Jay & the Americans, Three Dog Night (he penned their hit “One Man Band”), Link Wray, and Loudon Wainwright III, as well as his own band, White Cloud, to name a few. Highly regarded in the recording industry, especially for his elaborate vocal arrangements, Tommy was just coming off producing the Triumvirate album with Mike Bloomfield, John Hammond, Jr., and Dr. John, as well as a controversial, colossally over-budget (reportedly $200,000 in costs), self-indulgent album for Dylan acolyte and road manager Bobby Neuwirth on David Geffen’s Asylum label. The album was rumored to be part of a deal with Dylan’s manager, Albert Grossman, to get Dylan himself to sign with Asylum. Talented, gregarious, well connected, and a partier renowned for his drug and alcohol excesses in spite of being a diabetic, Tommy was at the top of his game when he received a call from David Geffen to take on production chores for Gene Clark.

    Some have insinuated that David foisted Gene on Tommy as an act of revenge for the costly Neuwirth fiasco. In his July1997 column The Blacklisted Journalist, writer Al Aronowitz details the extravagant nonsense surrounding the Neuwirth sessions and Tommy’s involvement with them. He also points out that David was, indeed, furious about the debacle. However, no one surrounding Gene at the time corroborates that assertion, and David Geffen has no interest in talking about Gene Clark. It seems unlikely, though, that he would ponied up $100,000 for Gene’s album, an enviably substantial budget in 1974, merely as an act of vengeance. Clearly, David was betting on Gene, anticipating he could deliver a quality, marketable product that could stand shoulder to shoulder with his other Asylum artists such as singer-songwriter Jackson Browne, whose sense of poetry matched Gene’s.

    In an unpublished 1991 interview with musicologist Ken Viola, Tommy Kaye recalled his initial meeting with Gene. “David Geffen asked me if I would like to produce Jackson Browne or Gene Clark and I said, ‘I’d like to produce Gene Clark.’ David thought that was really weird that I would say that. I told him Jackson didn’t need a producer and I was always a Gene Clark fan from The Byrds. That’s how we met. Gene was still on Asylum after the Byrds reunion album and David believed in him.”

    But the two did not hit it off at first. “David Geffen set up a meeting and I went up to Gene’s house, my wife and I, and Gene was there with his wife, Carlie. He got drunk and started in on me and insulting me. ‘So what, you did Bobby Neuwirth! Fuck you!’ Real nasty stuff. So I just split. The next morning he called me up and I said to him, ‘Before you say a word, if you’re going to say you’re sorry, man, forget it. I’m going to tell you something. If this is any indication of how we’re going to work together you tell me right now ‘cause I’ll call up David Geffen and I’ll tell him where the fuck you’re at and why I don’t want to do your record.’ And he went, ‘Wow, no one’s ever talked to me like this!’ It was the most horrible night I’ve ever spent in my life. But he called me up, like a little kid, the next day, and we became best friends. We argued, but we never got into it again like that.”

    Among the stellar supporting cast of musicians for the No Other sessions were bassist Lee Sklar, piano player Craig Doerge, and organist Mike Utley. Despite their individual track records for logging hundreds of recording dates as topflight studio musicians collectively known as The Section with drummer Russ Kunkle, all three agree that the No Other sessions were quite remarkable and memorable.

    “It was a hard album to do,” Lee notes. “I don’t know where their heads met, he and Tommy, but it was a slightly arduous album to make. Each song took a while to sort out. I don’t remember how much pre-production there was or how prepared Gene and Tommy were for it. It was just really a tough project just sorting through the songs.” As for Gene’s preparedness for the rigourous sessions, Lee recalled, “Gene was in great shape. He was a big, robust guy, quite a physical presence. And I was such a Byrds fan that it was a kick to be able to work with him. I had worked with Roger McGuinn and Chris Hillman over the years so it was really a treat to get to work with Gene. He appeared to be in real good shape physically, musically, and emotionally. Everything was cruising. Gene was very focused on the project. It seemed very important to him. Tommy, too. Gene seemed fairly introverted and I think he was just real focused on the music. That was really dominating his mind. As much fun as it was to get together and play and hang out, the studio’s not a hang out. Everybody was really focused on making the music.”

    Confirms Craig Doerge, “Gene was in wonderful shape. Everybody was in good shape. It hadn’t gotten crazy yet. He and Tommy were really focused and ready.”

    Gene himself confirmed that the sessions were arduous in a 1977 interview with Steve Burgess in Dark Star. “Yes, it was a hard album to record. Not hard in a painful sense but hard in a sense of being so different to the musicians who recorded it. It took them a while to adjust to the approach Tommy and I were taking.”

    One feature of the sessions that the players found quite unique was the fact that Gene was present for every facet of the album’s recording. “Gene was there for every minute of it,” marvels Lee. “We constructed a vocal booth in the studio and he sang through everything, not like one of these absentee artists who comes in later and does their work. He was hands-on throughout the project.” Archivist and reissue producer Andrew Sandoval supervised sound production for the No Other CD reissue in 2003 for Warner Music and confirms, “They didn’t just do backing tracks and have Gene come in and do overdubbing of his vocals. They actually did live tracking with Gene. And Gene is the most consistent of all the players at the sessions. Everybody in the sessions made mistakes, but Gene really carried the sessions and was great throughout. His performances are spot-on each time. For example, ‘From a Silver Phial,’ there are a zillion takes and he’s on all of them and they’re all really good.”

    As Gene relates, “We recorded the ‘No Other’ track itself for a week before we got a satisfactory take. We kept recording and recording and the musicians were going crazy. Finally we called up [percussionist] Joe Lala and he came down, listened to it a few times, said ‘I’ve got it!’ and we cut it. It was just that added percussive feeling that had been missing all along that we needed to bring it all together. He and Butch Trucks really got together on that one.”

    “There were a lot of takes,” acknowledges Lee. “We labored pretty hard on it. It wasn’t one of those projects where you just kind of nailed it immediately. I think there was a lot of looking for things. As I recall, on a lot of things we did a lot of takes, but from a developmental standpoint, not from making mistakes. It was ‘Cut it,’ then we’d listen to it and say, ‘I don’t know. Let’s try this.’ There was a lot of experimentation. There was a skeletal form to it, but then when it came to the track, people were then searching for parts. Gene may have had the melody and the lyric, but there wasn’t the full structure. We would have to find parts. That was the luxury of that period where you weren’t being pressed to like, ‘Come on guys, look at the clock. We’ve got nine tracks to get today.’ If you were in there all day and got a couple of tracks, that was great. That created personality in the music. It was given time to go through its formative state and then start to find some cool things that gave it its uniqueness. That’s what I miss today. To me, that’s what music was all about, that creative interaction. There was so much dimensionality to music from that period, and certainly with Gene’s project, where each song was really a seed that then got to be planted and grow, as compared to now, where they come in 90 percent finished and you’re just tidying up. I miss those days.”

    “When you had a band with Russ and Utley, Kootch and Bruton, just that whole assembly of characters,” notes Lee, “that’s really what top music at that time was about. There were never any lead sheets. It was usually just some kind of a chord sheet and everybody developed parts, which allowed personality to be developed, and experimentation. That was that whole West Coast sound that was based on that camaraderie and experimentation and you had all these guys who pretty much worked together enough where they could start to read each other and fall into some pretty cool things. I know with Russ [Kunkle] I felt that way because we had worked together so much, and Kootch, too, and with Doerge and Utley. It was a real vital time musically with a lot of creative processes taking place. And it was just so cool to work with Gene because I remember going and seeing Byrds concerts and seeing them perform. To me that was one of the great bonuses of developing the career I did. Everyone I ever found fascinating or was a fan of through the years I’ve gotten to meet and work with. And Gene was certainly one of those guys to me. To me, he holds a real deep space in that kind of contemporary West Coast pop music scene.”

    Comments Mike Utley, “Gene’s songs were not your standard fare as far as the structure of the songs, like what you would get from a regular songwriter: two verses and a chorus, real structured songs. Just the titles of the songs show they were pretty introverted. That’s the kind of writing he did. I had never worked with someone like Gene before. You didn’t know where the song was going to go. Eventually I worked with Jackson Browne and he was like that, too. Gene would come out into the room and play the songs for us like he was a solo singer-songwriter. We would then make up chord charts and start working on them and he would describe the way he heard the song. With singer-songwriters, it’s sort of like painting a picture. That’s the way you look at it. It’s sort of like a lot of color rather than just a feel or a groove, just getting into a groove and that’s where you stay. With singer-songwriters, you listen to the lyrics. With me playing organ, I usually wouldn’t come in from the top. I would wait until an appropriate time depending on what the lyrics said. The songs were great, but they were just so unusual. That’s typical of somebody who’s singing their own material. They’re writing it, so it’s a little more personal rather than pitching it to someone else to sing.”

    “It was to Gene and Tommy’s credit that they really set out to get the best they could from this group of players,” offers Craig Doerge, “as opposed to just coming in and telling them, ‘We know exactly what we want, you guys just have to realize it.’ They came at it from a better angle, and from a musician’s standpoint it’s always nice if you are accorded the respect of the producer and the artist saying, ‘We have you here because you’re special, whatever it is that you do that’s unlike the next cat,’ allowing us to take it to the best place we can. And that’s great because studio time is expensive. I think that’s the reason why a lot of records from that era came out so great and lasting because you weren’t under this big gun saying, ‘Well, you’ve gotta get six songs done in six hours,’ because of money restraints. People were spending more on albums and you really had time to develop them. And Gene, of course, was nothing but nice. He was very cool and couldn’t have been nicer to all the players. He was especially nice to myself and Lee. That was our one and only session with Gene. It was a pleasure to be treated so well.”

    Gene’s friend Jesse Ed Davis was invited to contribute his distinctive guitar style to the sessions. “For me it was a great session because I had never played with Jesse Ed Davis before,” notes Doerge. “I had heard a lot about Jesse. I was very impressed with him.”

    Another contributor to the sessions was banjo player extraordinaire Douglas Dillard who had teamed up with Gene in 1968 for the pioneering country rock-bluegrass amalgam The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark. “Doug’s a happy-go-lucky kind of guy,” smiles Mike Utley. “They were an odd couple, Gene and Doug, even though they came from the same area of the country. Doug would walk into a session and just start laughing. That wasn’t Gene. ”

    Lee and Craig laugh about the time British singer Joe Cocker crashed the sessions. “At one point we were doing this one song, we had been working on it for a couple of days, and it was finally coming together,” Lee recalls. “We were in the middle of a take and Russ Kunkle and I looked at each other as if to say, ‘This is it. We’re finally getting it.’ Joe Cocker was working next door in the other studio there. And at the time, Joe was pretty out of it. He was drinking real hard and whatever the hell else he was doing. He came wandering into the control room while we were working and got really into the song. He was sitting there behind the console just rocking back and forth, really digging it. He got so excited that he reached forward and hit the talkback button and let out one of his famous Cocker screams. It literally blew everybody’s headphones off their heads. Gene knocked over the constructed vocal booth trying to get out to get at Joe. Joe’s handlers dragged him out of the studio and rushed him down to the other room so that they could lock him in so Gene and Tommy wouldn’t kill him. We went back and listened to the tape. You couldn’t hear the scream, but you would have sworn someone had just taken a razor blade and cut the tape. The stop was so instantaneous because of the pain level of the scream that went down. It was just unbelievable. We all had to go home; nobody could hear anything. Everybody’s heads were ringing. We had to come back the next day and start over again.”

    As for the oft-held contention that the sessions were dusted with excessive amounts of white powder, Lee disagrees. “Personally, I never did drugs at all and never drank. But as I recall, those dates with Gene were so kind of consuming and intense that I don’t recall seeing anything going on there because there was so much focus. And [drummer] Russ Kunkle was really straight, Utley was really straight, Doerge, the list of musicians there, most of those guys were pretty straight-ahead. I don’t remember seeing any blow or anything on those dates. No, Gene was very straight-up and very focused. That’s the thing. There’s always this kind of bullshit Random Notes mythology that all this stuff was real drug-oriented. Certainly there were sessions going on with other artists where there was a lot of drugs involved, but for the most part I would tend to say that when you listen to the quality of the music that came out they were so embarrassed by it they didn’t do it again. You can’t get that kind of recording done by being out of it. It’s one thing when a session is over and somebody went out and partied, that’s a whole other thing. If Gene did that then that was fine. But during the actual recording, most guys were pretty much intact. There is always so much mystique about that recording process and people always want to paint some sort of dark, weird, drug-induced atmosphere rather than copping to the fact that this was a creative process and it was a bunch of creative people getting together and making it the best they could. We were all well aware that this was our career. You don’t get that way by spending a career being out of it.”

    Mike Utley found Gene oddly introverted and not very talkative during the sessions. “Gene never got excited. You go in and record something and think to yourself, ‘That was wonderful’ but Gene would come in with his head down listening. You never knew if he liked it or not. It was hard to tell with him. With some artists I worked with they would come in after a tracking session and say ‘That’s it! That’s the one’. Not Gene. Tommy was completely different from Gene. He was ‘Yeah! I like that!’ That kind of thing. Gene was a loner. But he must have been happy with it because we kept working with him.”

    Following the tracking sessions, Tommy went into high gear on the overdubs and brought in a gospel chorus, Seatrain member Richard Greene on wah-wah violin, Chris Hillman on mandolin, ex-Butterfield Blues Band guitarist (and inventor of the Feiton tuning system) Buzzy Feiton, Poco bass player and singer Timothy B. Schmit, and percussionist Joe Lala. While Tommy’s forte was elaborate arrangements and No Other shows his ability to cast Gene’s songs in grand musical contexts, some insist that he overwhelmed the lyrics and melody. In a 1977 interview with UK journalist Barry Ballard, Tommy even suggested the album was like “my answer to Brian Wilson and Phil Spector, as a producer.”

    “One of the hardest things to do in this business is to know when to stop,” avers Lee Slar. “Some people get so excited and so involved, they go, ‘I could have an orchestra on this!’ Does it need it? That question was never asked. Maybe a little quartet might have been nice, but the next thing you know they’ve got a 100-piece orchestra. That’s always a tough call with so many producers, especially back then. It was a pretty indulgent time where there weren’t people sitting there staring at budget sheets and saying, ‘Nice idea, but we really can’t afford it,’ which sometimes saves your album. If they had a $100,000 budget, that’s a lot of money.”

    “When a record’s gone through all the sweetening and additions and an extra long mixing process and mastering process like Gene’s album,” states Doerge, “sometimes you lose some of the spark that was right there at the end of the day when you had just the basic players on it. But that wasn’t the case with this album.”

    It has been rumored for decades that No Other was originally conceived as a double album, Gene himself fueling speculation that hidden treasures cut during the sessions remained in the Asylum’s vaults. However, as Tommy revealed to Ken Viola, No Other was never a double album and the eight tracks were always the focus, although a version of “Train Leaves Here This Morning” was attempted. “Before we did No Other we went into the studio and did about ten or 15 things with just him and an acoustic guitar. A lot of those things were his new material for No Other. Gene might have meant those sessions. We did do a lot of demos of our songs.”

    As befitting such a grandiose album, Gene and Tommy sought to package their masterwork in an equally elaborate and eye-catching sleeve. To that end they turned to Gene and Carlie’s Albion companion, Ea O’Leno. “Gene asked me to do a cover that I felt was a feeling of his life that nobody else caught,” enthuses Ea, with great pride. “And this is what I came up with. Glamorous. We had him looking like a swashbuckler. He was totally okay with it. We were thinking glamorous movie stars, 1940s-type movie stars. If you look at the images, the prizefighter, it’s very masculine. Everything is painted by hand. I think the images reminded me of Gene.” But while Ea’s rococo/high Hollywood/silent film/Rudolph Valentino/art deco look was achieved on the front cover, the portrait of Gene on the back was, many fans agree, unsettling. There was Gene Clark, the handsome Kansas-raised folk/country-rocker from Northern California’s redwood forests, decked out in women’s clothing and makeup, his hand provocatively placed on his thigh close to a rather intimidating bulge. “Ea and I could talk him into just about anything,” laughs Carlie. “It was like a dress-up thing for him. He was okay with it. He just let us play with him all day. Judy Hadash had this store, the Pleasure Dome, and she helped us with the women’s clothes. Gene was in a mold in terms of his image that was very difficult for him and he really would have liked to be able to break out and be free. So he tried. The minute we were done, though, he was back to the way he always was with the lumberjack shirts.”

    Adds Ea, “I gave his hair a permanent and took him out and made him get used to those clothes. I put makeup on him and took him out to places like Dan Tana’s for about four nights so he would feel comfortable looking like that. A swashbuckler was what he was supposed to be.” Ea defends her controversial decision to redefine Gene’s image. “He’s got a masculine pose with his hand on his hip. He loved the Barrymores and he liked that whole 1920s period.”

    “That photo on the back drives Kelly and Kai nuts,” laughs Carlie. “ ‘Mom, how could you dress him up in drag like this?’ They hate it. We were trying to get some kind of change there for him. That photo was from when we were at Noah Dietrich’s house up in the Hollywood Hills. He had this big mansion. It had all these fountains and all this stuff all over it so that’s where we shot it.”

    When Gene and Tommy presented the completed album to Asylum boss David Geffen, they anticipated accolades from the label executive. Instead the response was hostile. As Tommy told Ken Viola, “Asylum was not behind that record. I got flack from David Geffen about how come there are only eight songs on the record after they spent all this money? They were eight great songs and that was it. We were trying to make a real piece of art and we thought that David Geffen, being a really artsy guy, would get it. But he didn’t. I think it went over his head. The reason we had only eight songs on that album was because it was the vinyl thing and there was only so much time you could get on each side to get a great sounding record. That’s why we went with the eight songs. They were very long songs.”

    Asylum released the album with a minimum of promotion and let it twist in the wind. “David just dropped it and wouldn’t get behind it,” Tommy informed Barry Ballard. “He wouldn’t give us any money to go on tour, or to subsidize a band or anything. At that time Geffen was thinking of going into movies and he sort of lost his desire.” A near punch-out with David one night at Dan Tana’s sealed the album’s fate. According to Philip O’Leno, “Gene went after Geffen right there in the restaurant. I don’t know what he was going to do to him, but he was going to get physical. [Troubadour manager] John Desko got Gene outside. John had his heavy shoe on Gene’s hand and said to him, ‘If you continue to resist I’m gonna break your fuckin’ hand!’ And Gene was very protective of his hands, of course. They were sensitive because he played guitar. That was rage, more than just drunken rage.”

    “Gene burned so many bridges,” sighs Chris Hillman. “But doing that to Geffen, that was a pivotal point. That shut it down for Gene. Geffen had the power then. He’s a very powerful man. You can’t do that to a guy like him.”

    Nonetheless, reviewers were staggered by the grandiloquence of No Other and heaped praise on both Gene and Tommy for their daring ambition, citing tracks like the darkly exquisite “Some Misunderstanding” and the ethereal “Strength of Strings” with its banshee-wailing backup voices as marvelous pieces of art. Inspired by Carlie, “Lady of the North” builds to a dense climax of searing electric violin. “Silver Raven” retains a haunting aura, while the title track is funked-up, propelled by Joe Lala’s percussion and Jerry McGhee’s fuzz guitar. Gene retained his appreciation for country-rock with the opening track, “Life’s Greatest Fool,” and with “The True One.” Both were autobiographical ruminations on the price of fame, a theme Gene knew only too well. Fans and critics had a field day attempting to decipher all the hidden messages and inspirations in Gene’s oblique lyrics.

    Despite the critical response, the album rose only as high as No. 86 on the Billboard album chart before disappearing. Many record buyers were confused by the apparent contradiction of cover image and music inside, while others found the album far too radical a departure from the acoustic balladeer of White Light or the bluegrass-country boy of The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark. As Gene later confided to Barry Ballard, “I thought it was a truly fine album and I felt very let down, very disappointed, that it didn’t do better than it did. Almost to the point of depression, because I thought I’d finally found a niche with my own art that I could carry on into other areas.” Surmises former Dillard & Clark guitarist and future Eagle Bernie Leadon, “That album might be considered a masterpiece. It’s certainly an ambitious album.” In hindsight, some critics have suggested the album was too far ahead of its time, or merely out of its time, to be fully appreciated in 1974. Artistically, such a pronouncement is a high compliment. Commercially, it’s the kiss of death.

    “With the exception of maybe a year with the Byrds, Gene was never quite in synch with his time,” suggests writer Jim Bickhart. “That may be what makes him distinctive in pop culture history and music history and what makes him worth remembering, but it also contributes to the melancholy memory I have of him. It could be said of Gene that the one thing he never did create was a stylistically consistent body of work. There was folk-rock and then there was the countryish stuff, then country-rock, and then whatever you want to call No Other. To those who were familiar with Gene Clark it always sounded like Gene Clark, but to Columbia Records or A&M Records or the Tiger Beat magazines or the program directors at the radio stations who liked to hear Rolling Stones records that sounded like Rolling Stones records, Gene Clark didn’t qualify. In the abstract that was great, but for making yourself successful in a pretty brutal hit-making business, it just didn’t work. It might work on a one-off, but it didn’t happen for him. He needed more consistency, some stuff that sounded just enough like the Byrds to remind people of where he came from, and then to sound enough like itself over the course of a couple of albums that people would recognize who he was. And he didn’t do that.”

    With the benefit of time and hindsight, the world has caught up with Gene’s masterful art piece. Today No Other is spoken of in the superlatives it so richly deserves and is often cited among the greatest recording achievements. Too late for Gene who passed away May 24, 1991. In his time he came to regard No Other as an expensive failure. He had infused his very soul into that album. It was a bitter blow, a personal disappointment, and career setback from which he never fully recovered. Nonetheless, in an impressive career-spanning canon of recorded work, No Other stands apart from the rest, profoundly insightful and stunningly recorded.

    John Einarson is author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life And Legacy of The Byrds’ Gene Clark (Backbeat Books)

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    Gene Clark
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    When Gene Clark walked away from the Byrds in late January 1966 all expectations pointed to a successful solo career. After all, the handsome Missouri-born, Kansas-raised singer had been the group’s visual focal point as well as their principal songwriter, both essential ingredients to launch a solo venture.

    But his abrupt departure from America’s #1 pop group was borne not of vanity or ego but necessity. The previous year had been a whirlwind of recording, touring, press interviews and fan adulation on par with The Beatles and Gene found himself unable to cope with the pressures of fame. Boarding a flight to New York he bailed out of both the plane and the group he had formed 18 months earlier. Conflicts from within and anxiety from without all contributed to what Gene claimed was a nervous breakdown.

    “It was the general craziness of it all,” he opined years later, “the accelerating rock group-fan magazine nuttiness. You had tremendous egos in that group, myself included, a tremendous amount of ego and conflict all of the time. Finally I just had had it.” Retreating to his Laurel Canyon home Gene withdrew. “I literally went to bed for three months. I had just broken apart, the tension and the stress and the whole thing of it.”

    What should have happened was that within weeks Gene entered a recording studio and rushed out a single to capitalize on the publicity of his departure. His dark, brooding presence was perfect fodder for the teen magazines and his knack for crafting Dylanesque folk-rock minor key masterpieces a surefire chart bet.

    Instead he cooled out, not releasing his debut recording for some 10 months, taking his time and coming to terms with life beyond the media glare. “Gene was doing okay on songwriting and publishing,” states manager Jim Dickson. “He was still earning money long after leaving the Byrds because the money for the first two albums came in after he left and they still had to pay him. There wasn’t that much pressure to get some Gene Clark product out from anybody.” The delay would ultimately affect his career trajectory.

    By May, suitably rested and ready, Gene formed Gene Clark & The Group with friends Joel Larson (drums), Chip Douglas (bass) and Bill Rhinehart (guitar). Rehearsing at Gene’s house (while he carried on a clandestine affair with Mamas & Papas beauty Michelle Phillips) they made their debut at the Whisky-a-Go Go on June 22. “It was a folk-rock oriented group,” recalls Douglas, “but Gene really wanted to be like the Beatles. That was his biggest influence. I could sense that the songs he was coming up with he really wanted to be Beatles-like.” Their two-week stand failed to set the Sunset Strip on fire. “After the Byrds there was all this pressure on Gene,” notes Douglas. “This was supposed to be better than the Byrds, but how could it be? We didn’t have Crosby or McGuinn. People didn’t come up raving about us. No one was going ‘Hey! Wow!’”

    Undaunted, on July 10 Gene signed a solo contract with CBS Records and took the group into LA’s Criterion Studios in late July to lay down demo tracks for a possible album under Jim Dickson’s direction. But the sessions failed to capture any magic and the group folded soon after. “It was a tense recording session and things didn’t sound quite as good as they had sounded in rehearsal,” reflects Douglas. “Gene was disappointed. It didn’t sound like the Byrds or the Beatles. He just didn’t have the right guys in us to do his songs with. A lot of them were very complex, very deep, the more complicated words the better.”

    Abandoning a self-contained group, Gene instead entered Columbia Studios on August 26 backed by seasoned session players and friends to begin his debut solo album. Staff producer Larry Marks recruited Leon Russell and Glen Campbell, both of whom had played on the “Mr. Tambourine Man” session. “Glen Campbell did a lot of the guitar playing on that album,” confirms Marks. Session logs reveal Leon Russell contributing piano, organ, glockenspiel, harpsichord and percussion throughout the sessions. While studio drummer Earl Palmer played on some tracks the nucleus of the rhythm section was the Byrds’ bassist Chris Hillman and drummer Michael Clarke. Guitarists Jerry Kole and Bill Rhinehart also contributed as did keyboard player Van Dyke Parks.

    “Gene was kind of thrilled to be doing his first solo album,” offers Marks, “but there was a lot of pressure on him. A great deal of it was self-imposed as I recall.”

    With a catalogue brimming with new songs, for the first session Gene cut “Couldn’t Believe Her” and “Is Yours Is Mine”, the former the most Byrds-like track on the album boasting jangly electric twelve-string guitar as well Beatles’ inspired licks at the end from Campbell. “Gene was really chasing the Beatles at that point,” suggests Marks. Over the next week the same lineup returned to complete further tracks including the country-flavored “Keep On Pushin’”, a holdover from The Group’s set. A 12-bar blues “That’s Why” was laid down only to be discarded. Gene’s uncharacteristically optimistic “I Think I’m Gonna Feel Better” and “I Found You” were cut on August 31 before Gene interrupted the sessions on September 2 to rejoin the Byrds temporarily for a 12-night stand at the Whisky after David Crosby fell ill, followed by a gig at San Francisco’s Fillmore Auditorium on September 25.

    Four days later he was back in the studio with a new composition, one destined to be the centerpiece of the album. Initially titled “Regina Dance”, “Echoes” offers Gene’s personal musings on life post Byrds. “I try to write songs almost always that have some kind of meaning, even if they’re light,” he revealed in a later interview. “With ‘Echoes’ that was just things that appeared evident to me about the world.”

    “When I first heard ‘Echoes’ it so overwhelmed me that he could write that,” marvels Dickson. “I really began to look at Gene in a whole other way after that song. The poetry was amazing. That whole song sort of takes place at the Whisky. ‘You can watch Regina dance in the crystal panes of glass’; that was the girl’s name who danced in the glass cage at the Whisky. ‘On the streets you look again at the places you have been’; that was his introspection about leaving the Byrds and what happened after that. It was exactly about that world he was in at that moment and it was so clear.” Dickson enlisted Leon Russell to arrange the song.

    Adds Larry Marks, “Leon gave ‘Echoes’ a lot of thought and you’ve got to give him credit for the sonic style of that track. It was probably one of the most produced things we ever did with Gene, a one of a kind track. We were looking at it as a single and we thought it might be the thing we might wrap the album around.” As abstract poetic vision, “Echoes” is a masterpiece of complex emotions and angst laid bare; as a recording it is a mini-opera of swirling strings and flutes. Further sessions in early October completed the baroque folk track. Concludes Dickson, “Leon kind of overdid it and Gene never could really put a vocal on it with all that music overwhelming him.”

    Sessions continued through October with old friend Douglas Dillard added his Rickenbacker electric banjo to “Keep On Pushin’” on the 13th. That session also included the funky Beatlish “Elevator Operator” featuring Bill Rhinehart on lead guitar. “That was one Joel Larson kind of came up with and Gene jumped on it after he heard Joel singing it,” recalls Chip Douglas. “It was really Joel’s song and he and I were working on it when Gene kind of took it over. I guess our names got lost in the credits.” Bluegrass guitarist extraordinaire Clarence White arrived on October 20 for “The Same One”, a track that would require four sessions to complete. “Clarence was just getting into electric guitar at the time,” recalls Marks. “We were trying Clarence out on a couple of things. I think Jim Dickson brought Clarence by and introduced him one night.”

    The sessions took an abrupt turn at the beginning of November after Larry Marks left CBS to join A&M Records (he would later produce Dillard & Clark) and Jim Dickson brought in Byrds producer Gary Usher to complete the album. The first track Usher worked on was “Needing Someone” again featuring White on lead guitar. “Gary just sort of stood there,” claims Dickson, who maintains he finished the album. “He got kind of enthusiastic about one song, the one about the tar paper track [“So You Say You Lost Your Baby”] and wanted to get involved with that but as far the basic recordings, the stuff with Chris, Michael and Clarence, he just sort of sat there through all that. I finished that album.” Nonetheless Usher did see fit to retain Leon Russell to provide a lush string score for “So You Say You Lost Your Baby”. White’s deft country picking propels “Tried So Hard”, laid down on November 10, furthering the country tone of the album.

    Dickson exercised further sway over the sessions by recruiting clients, country duo Vern and Rex Gosdin, to add backing vocals to the existing tracks. The two were not unfamiliar to Gene having recorded his “The Reason Why” a year earlier and toured with the Byrds. “I had been working with the Gosdin Brothers since the Hillmen album,” notes Dickson. “They could sing excellent harmonies with no problem. They came in and did the harmonies and that was that. It was all overdubbed.”

    “I did all the arrangements at my home and we went into the studio and put it down,” Vern remembers. “I just had the demos. We sat down and worked through the arrangements at Gene’s house and my house.”

    The sessions wound up on November 18. A week later CBS issued “Echoes” as Gene’s debut single backed with a two-page ad in Billboard proclaiming “The solo debut of a first magnitude star.” Gene performed alone in early December at the Santa Monica Civic Center, his only promotional appearance. Perhaps too sophisticated for AM radio the single received limited airplay in LA but failed to chart.

    On January 16, 1967, almost a full year since departing the Byrds, CBS released Gene’s solo album under the surprise billing Gene Clark with the Gosdin Brothers, elevating Vern and Rex to co-starring status on an album of Gene’s own songs. While there is no denying the sterling vocal presence the duo brings to the album, Larry Marks remains bothered by the title. “The Gosdin Brothers were not involved in that album at all when I was there,” he insists. “I was doing a Gene Clark solo album, that’s all, and that’s the way it would have finished if I had stuck around to the end. Even if they had done the singing on it, which was great, it wouldn’t have been ‘Gene Clark With the Gosdin Brothers’. It was Gene’s album. Dickson might have thought it was good marketing for both artists.” David Clark recalls his brother Gene wanting to title the album Harold Eugene Clark but being overruled by the record label.

    In a move prompted by their apparent lack of faith in Gene as a solo artist, CBS released the Byrds’ latest opus Younger Than Yesterday the same week as Gene’s debut effort all but sinking his chances at solo success. Years later Gene remained circumspect. “That was a chance for me to spread my wings on vocal arrangements on that particular project. The album sort of never went anywhere at the time, of course now it’s a collector’s item. At the time I was on the same label the Byrds were on and I think that they sort of felt they had a conflict of interest with me coming out on one side and the Byrds coming out on another. ‘The Byrds were already a saleable product so we’ll probably put the promotion behind them’. So that’s where it went.”

    Often mislabeled the first country-rock album, Gene Clark with the Gosdin Brothers is far less country than pop. Folk-rock based with country leanings, its songs are more pop-oriented than the Byrds’ canon with healthy doses of Beatles, baroque, and Buck Owens influences. Fans expecting to hear Byrds music from their leading songwriter were disappointed. Despite the presence of three Byrds, the distinctive elements of their sound were conspicuous by their absence. By early 1967 folk-rock was on the wane and Gene was ready to move on.

    CBS brought Gene back into the studio with Gary Usher for one more try on April 4, 1967 to record Ian & Sylvia’s “The French Girl” backed by a lush baroque arrangement from wonderkind Curt Boettcher. Boettcher, who had scored chart success with the Association and artistic plaudits with Millennium, went uncredited, as he had yet to officially join CBS’s staff. Awash in classical, baroque folk-rock—somewhat akin to the Left Banke’s hits—the track is an extension of the “Echoes” experiments with harpsichord and orchestration bathing Gene’s sympathetic vocals. The intended flip side, Gene’s “Only Colombe,” another slice of Dylan-inspired abstract poetry, received the same treatment with more positive results (the presence of backwards guitar adds a contemporary psychedelic edge).

    Gene returned to the studio on May 10 and May 17 to finish up the tracks with Boettcher and his group Ballroom adding elaborate backing harmonies heard for the first time in the original mono mix on this CD release. Rumours to the contrary, this would be the only time Gene would work with Boettcher.

    The single was ultimately shelved (a version of “The French Girl” released that spring by Daily Flash may have pre-empted CBS’s plans) and Gene’s contract lapsed a month later. He would wait a full eighteen months before releasing another recording with contemporary bluegrass outfit Dillard & Clark signed to A&M Records. The interim would mark a troubled period for Gene following the optimism surrounding his first solo effort.

    Gene Clark had every opportunity for solo success following his exit from the Byrds. His failure to do so was in no way the result of a lack of talent, just timing. “Gene made a lot of good tries at making it,” postulates Jim Dickson. “He made a lot of good music. But there is a lot of luck in getting that break. If one good song on his own had been a hit he would have had a whole different career. Sometimes you just don’t get a hit song because things don’t come together.”

    – John Einarson, author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life & Legacy of The Byrds’ Gene Clark (Backbeat Books, 2005)

  • Gene Clark

    Silhouetted and Mountain Stage

    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    If you’re reading these notes chances are you are at the very least casually acquainted with the name Gene Clark. Widely regarded as the heart and soul of the original Byrds and their strongest, most evocative songwriter whose minor key melancholy ballads and dark, Dylanesque poetic lyrics tugged at heartstrings, the Missouri-born singer/songwriter is hardly a household name.

    Despite expectations for a high flying solo career following his abrupt departure from the Byrds in early 1966, Gene failed to attain the same level of commercial success as his former band or band mates David Crosby, Chris Hillman and Roger McGuinn. By the mid 1980s his recording career had bottomed out. Having released several critically acclaimed and artistically innovative albums for a succession of record labels Gene had nonetheless burned enough bridges to ensure any comeback attempt would be a tough road.

    “Gene had so thoroughly compromised his name in the music industry by the time that we met him that it was really difficult to get any opportunities for him,” offers then manager Saul Davis. “Whatever the specifics were he just couldn’t quite get that consistent support. In spite of his great songs, his looks, his voice, and artists from the Turtles and the Eagles to Linda Ronstadt and later Roxy Music recording his songs, given his reputation, for Gene to make the kind of career moves he should have been able to make based on his immense talent was almost impossible.”

    Following a chance meeting at one of Gene’s last Firebyrd gigs in late 1984, Saul teamed Gene with singer/songwriter Carla Olson. Texas-born Olson fronted the Textones who cut a few tracks with Gene in an effort to land him a recording contract. When that failed Saul suggested the two collaborate on an album. “At that time Gene’s name didn’t really mean anything to the record-buying public and he didn’t really have an audience,” recalls Carla. “And I was pretty much unknown, a singer from a cowpunk band in LA. Saul was gently trying to convince Gene that people were not exactly knocking down doors to sign him. But that was hard because Gene always had his ego. That star thing never left him, bless him. He always held his head high and dressed to the nines.”

    Recorded in Los Angeles in 1986, So Rebellious A Lover was a watershed album often regarded as ground zero for the entire alt. country, Americana, roots music movement of the 90s. “Gene and Gram Parsons are the fathers of this whole alt. country thing,” Saul insists. The album presented Gene and Carla’s exquisite acoustic folk-country based songs with subtle, unobtrusive backing. “Probably it was a part of Gene that everyone longed to hear,” suggests Carla. “Most people never got to hear that on his records because of all the production. The whole idea of doing that record stripped down was to let the voices be heard. Minimal instrumentation was the direction we wanted.” The album found Carla’s songwriting well matched to Gene’s high standards and her rich, full voiced delivery a worthy partner to his melancholy tenor.

    Released by Rhino Records the following year, the album revived Gene’s flagging career. “Gene was coming out of a real dark period and Saul had worked quite a bit to bring him back career-wise,” recalls the album’s producer Michael Huey. While a tour in support of the album never materialized, Gene’s notorious aversion to flying well documented, the two managed several key performances including an appearance on CMT’s Nashville Now. As Carla remembers, “There were no agents interested in booking us.”

    On October 2, 1988, Gene made a solo appearance on the syndicated radio series The Mountain Stage recorded live at the Cultural Center Theater at the Capitol Complex in Charleston, West Virginia. A sometimes mercurial live performer, the seven-song set (joined on two numbers by a stellar house band) found him in top form as he ran through material spanning his post-Byrds career, from “Tried So Hard” off his 1967 debut solo album and “Train Leaves Here This Morning” from his groundbreaking country-rock collaboration with Doug Dillard through to “Gypsy Rider” and “My Marie”, two of his most poignant latter day compositions. This CD marks the first official release of this set, regarded among Clark aficionados as among his finest solo live performances.

    Back in Los Angeles attempts at a follow up Clark/Olson studio album, mentioned by Gene during his Mountain Stage set, stalled. “We had an offer from Rhino to do a second Gene and Carla studio album,” notes Saul, “but I think Gene wasn’t happy with the money or he’d gotten a taste of a little success. But for whatever reason he didn’t do it. The Gypsy Angel tracks [released by Evangeline Records in 2001] were literally demos Gene recorded and gave to Carla to learn for the follow up album. Those were songs he was considering for an album that never got recorded.” With substantial royalty checks rolling in from Tom Petty’s cover of “I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better”, Gene’s need to gig declined. “Gene had been living pretty much hand to mouth for several years and then the big writing checks came in,” confirms Saul. “Instead of it giving him the ability to reach the next plateau of happiness, success and stability, it probably was detrimental to him in the end.”

    The two did, however, perform together at McCabe’s Guitar Shop in Santa Monica on February 3, 1990 in a memorable set unknowingly recorded by the sound engineer. “We weren’t aware that a tape of that performance existed,” recalls Carla. “It was several years later, after Gene had passed away in 1991, that Duane Jarvis mentioned to me that he had a tape of that show. At the end of the evening the person doing the recording asked Duane if he’d like a copy of the show. So Duane put the tape in his guitar case and forgot about it for a couple of years.”

    Released in 1992 in the UK by Demon Records, Silhouetted In Light captures an intimate performance by Gene and Carla backed by guitarist Duane Jarvis and bass player David Provost in front of a packed house of 150 patrons. “McCabe’s is the scariest stage in the world,” states Carla, “because when you walk on that stage, if you breathe too hard everybody in that place can hear you. Because it’s so close they’re watching you intensely. Nothing gets past them. It’s a little tiny stage and the audience is practically on top of you.”

    Rehearsals at Gene’s Sherman Oaks home earlier in the week had proven problematic with the singer coming off a three day writing binge with no sleep. However on the night, he pulled himself together to present an inspired performance. “He could be so difficult some times,” recalls Carla. “But because you knew that the real Gene was such a sweet person you’d give him some slack. That’s kind of how that gig was. It was ‘Well, we don’t exactly know all these songs that well together but we’re going to do them and we hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoy playing them for you.’ Amidst the audience was a very intimate bunch of friends, a lot of people we both knew, so we had a really good time. Some gigs you just can’t do that; the distance between you and the audience is too great. But this was really a moment to take advantage of how human we are. That’s how I feel about that night, how human Gene was. You can feel all of our vulnerabilities and how close to the edge we all are. Gene was never really a safe person. He had an edge. But even on the bad nights he still sounded beautiful so I guess we were the only ones who kind of knew the difference between tragic and beautiful.”

    Besides a number of classic Clark compositions stretching back to the Byrds, as well as songs from So Rebellious A Lover, the set boasts several numbers intended for the follow up studio album, from Gene’s moving “Your Fire Burning” and an earlier composition “Love Wins Again” to Carla’s stunning “Number One Is To Survive” and “Photograph”, the latter a favorite of Gene’s. “It’s funny because I never really felt that strongly about that song but Gene liked it a lot,” remembers Carla, who wrote the song with the Textones’ George Callins. “The Textones never recorded it and Gene and I never cut it in the studio. This is the only recording of that song.” The two also feature four cover songs including “Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness”. Explains Carla, “That was a song Gene always liked. I think he was a John Prine fan. He did that one alone. He preferred to do a few things alone like that one, ‘Here Without You’ and maybe one or two others.” Opening act, folk/country singer/songwriter Steve Young joins the two for set closer “Will The Circle Be Unbroken”, returning a favor after Gene guested on Steve’s debut album Rock, Salt and Nails years earlier.

    Although Gene and Carla would appear together again at the Palomino club, and she would join him for “Number One Is To Survive” at his ill-fated Cinegrill gig a month before his death, their McCabe’s set stands as testament to the strength and intensity of their all too brief collaboration.

    “You never knew what you were going to get with Gene,” muses Carla. “Sometimes we’d get so silly together that neither one of us could keep a straight face. There were nights where he was a little off, not physically out of it but he would every once in a while get into this mode of wanting to do everything real slow and you’d have to go with it. He had a weathered sound in his voice – all the smoking and other stuff probably didn’t help – but singing with Gene for me was always a joy and a pleasure.

    “I’m proud of our performance on this album. I think Gene would be too.”

    –John Einarson, author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life & Legacy of The Byrds’ Gene Clark (Backbeat Books).

  • The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard and Clark
    Gene Clark
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    Often the most satisfying and creative musical mergers occur without any master plan. That was certainly the case with The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark, a casual collection of friends and pickers who coalesced into a group around informal jam sessions in the summer of 1968. With each member at loose ends, the attraction was the opportunity to have fun and play some great music. What emerged from this serendipitous situation was a groundbreaking approach to creating a contemporary bluegrass sound that helped define what would become country rock.

    Having enjoyed unprecedented success and adulation with folk-rock pioneers the Byrds, Gene Clark had flown the nest by early 1966. As the principal songwriter and the focus of much of the band’s attention, expectations ran high for a sterling solo career. Unfortunately Gene faltered right out of the starting gate. His debut solo album, coming a full year after his exit, failed to garner attention released at the same time as the Byrds’ stunning Younger Than Yesterday. Despite an impressive effort, the year long absence from the public consciousness only served to obscure Gene’s name and accomplishments in the fickle pop music pantheon. Attempts at forming his own bands also faltered. CBS Records dropped Gene in the summer of 1967.

    In April of 1968 Gene signed to A&M Records and with assistance from a group of Sacramento, California musicians known as the Fugitives led by Larry (Laramy) Smith, began rehearsing and recording at A&M’s studio on the former Charlie Chaplin film lot in Hollywood. Concurrently, Gene and banjo player extraordinaire Douglas Dillard, recently departed from the Dillards, were jamming daily at Doug’s Beechwood canyon home. As Gene explains, “I had known Doug from before and at that time he was sort of working with Bernie Leadon and we just sat around and jammed a couple of times and then decided we would put together a group. That’s really how it happened. It was really pretty much of a flow. We would sit around and someone would come up with an idea. That was it. We’d have jams almost every evening so things would come out of them. We’d get out the banjos and guitars, David Jackson would come in and play upright bass, and we’d just start pickin’ and that’s how all this stuff came out. I had always loved bluegrass music, but hadn’t had a chance to experiment. I met Doug and Bernie and we got together and started working with it.”

    Abandoning the Fugitives sessions, Gene threw in his lot with Doug, Bernie, David Jackson, plus mandolin player Don Beck. “The stuff with Doug and us was really happening,” recalls Bernie, who was between gigs after Hearts & Flowers split up that spring. “I think Gene just thought, ‘Well, this is certainly more fun than what I’m doing with those other guys.’ The next thing was [producer] Larry Marks showed up and said we were going to make a record to basically document what we were doing. It all happened very fast, very organically, so it was a real labor of love and I think you can hear that in the music. And you can also hear how unified the whole album is. It was really exciting. We would be playing that music and laughing. Gene was obviously in a very creative period and writing several great songs a week. He was fulfilled and happy, laughing, smiling, and joking. That was the happiest that I ever saw him.

    “Gene may have been a pop star,” Bernie continues, “but don’t forget he was a guy from Missouri who grew up with bluegrass and country music. That’s where Douglas was coming from, as well. Gene responded to the stuff with Douglas and us with his whole heart and soul because it was embracing the totality of who he was, his roots.”Indeed, one song, “Something’s Wrong” found Gene reflecting on his childhood living in the middle of Swope Park, a rural retreat in the middle of Kansas City.

    Douglas Dillard was impressed by Gene’s remarkable songwriting skills. “Gene Clark was a very creative-minded person,” he states. “One of the best writers I’ve ever seen, very prolific. I watched him sit down and write a whole song without lifting his pencil from the paper. It just seemed like it came through him all of a sudden. It was really amazing. Gene always loved country music so he just combined all his knowledge of music and that’s basically what he came up with.”

    Recording began on June 13 at Annex Studios in Hollywood.”As Bernie remembers, “We knew the songs very well from our jamming everyday so when we went into the studio it was a piece of cake. We recorded in a circle, everybody sitting in a circle facing each other. We played it all acoustically with David on upright bass. I remember only one day where there was a drummer (Joel Larson on “Out on the Side”).” When not playing guitar, Bernie contributed banjo allowing Doug to pick up the fiddle or guitar. “Douglas pushed me to play banjo on a lot of the songs, which shows how selfless he was.”

    June 25 saw the group record one of Gene’s most enduring post-Byrds numbers, “Train Leaves Here This Morning,” co-written with Bernie. “It was really easy to write with Gene,” acknowledges Bernie. “He would come in with a piece, he might have the chorus or something, and we’d just play it over and over for two hours without stopping. Then maybe a new part would come into the instrumental thing and the next morning he’d come back with lyrics for that part. Gene would stay up all night and germinate this stuff. He would come back the next day with a completely intact song with a beautiful story, wonderful phrasing, wonderful lines, beautiful melody, the whole thing. I was just amazed. I had no clue how he did it. Gene was a very deep and mystical guy. He would write these vague-sounding lyrics that somehow had this very deep meaning. We were creating the music and Gene was bouncing off of that, reacting to what we were playing, coming back with lyrics, and we’d put harmonies in and a new section if someone had ideas. That’s how I got a writing credit for ‘Train Leaves Here This Morning.’ My actual recollection is that I didn’t do that much writing on the song but I threw a couple of chords in that Gene thought were significant enough to merit a writing credit.”

    After a brief hiatus, recording resumed in mid August through into September. In total, the album was completed in a mere seven studio sessions. Although the direction of the album was most definitely within the bluegrass idiom, the final track recorded, “Out on the Side,” represented a departure. The arrangement and instrumentation (drums, electric guitar and bass, organ) was decidedly rock-oriented, sounding much like The Band whose Music From Big Pink had recently set the music world on its ear. Recalls David Jackson, “‘Out on the Side’ came from an entirely different session. Larry Marks was the producer and had a lot of input on that one. I think it came from what the Beatles were doing at the time.”

    Released in late November, The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark was a breath of fresh country air amid the cluttered rock/pop scene. Los Angeles Herald-Examiner reporter Michael Etchison observed that Gene’s voice was “even more lonesome than it was with the Byrds. Dillard and Leadon join him in a mix of high hill and flatland harmonies. They have the best country sound of any ex-rock group around.” In an interview with Etchison at the time, Doug Dillard commented, “There has to be something besides loud music and a lot of people are finding out they can listen to country music.” Added Gene, “There’s something else happening. Country music is changing a lot. The young people, especially the ones that don’t come from Nashville, are trying to change. They’re bringing in a whole new kind of fan.”

    The album cover sported a photo of the two on a motorcycle, Gene straddling the bike while Douglas sits in the sidecar, passing something between them. “They had that bad boy image on the motorcycles, passing that cigarette that everyone thought was a joint,” laughs Rodney Dillard, Douglas’s brother. “I got a big kick out of that.” “That was who those guys were,” laughs David Jackson. “There were some pretty wild times.”

    Dillard & Clark made their live debut at the Troubadour as the album was released. But while the album tracks eschewed electric instruments for a more traditional bluegrass approach, by the time the group hit the Troubadour stage that November they had transformed into an electric bluegrass/country rock group. Recruiting ex-Byrd Michael Clarke on drums, Gene, Bernie and David swapped their acoustic instruments for electric ones. Even Douglas brought out his Rickenbacker electric “Bantar” banjo. Following a disastrous debut where both Gene and Doug went off the rails after taking too many drugs, the group managed to impress the crowds and complete the weeklong engagement. “Dillard & Clark was not a very good live band,” muses Bernie. “We had no ability to actually rehearse and be focused and organized about anything. We walked onstage without a prepared set list, without having properly figured out how we would begin and end songs. Without having really rehearsed the harmonies on microphone and be in some kind of balance. The result was complete confusion; to come out looking cool and proceed to make absolute idiots of ourselves.” Following a few scattered dates the band folded, emerging in a different configuration for a follow up album in early 1969 that leaned more towards traditional bluegrass cover tunes and less on redefining bluegrass music in a contemporary context as their debut album had so effectively accomplished.

    Despite disappointing sales (the recording-buying public wouldn’t catch on to country rock or a contemporary bluegrass until the Eagles), The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark album remains among a handful of seminal 1960s country-rock experiments. “I think we made our mark in country rock,” offers Douglas. “We didn’t make the charts but we sure influenced a lot of people.”

    –John Einarson, author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life & Legacy of The Byrds’ Gene Clark (Backbeat Books, 2005)

  • Silverado’75
    Gene Clark
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    For former Byrds singer/ songwriter/ front man Gene Clark, 1974 should have been a banner year. After all, he had been the only member of that pioneering sixties folk-rock group to emerge from their flawed 1973 Byrds reunion album with his reputation not only intact but on the rise. His performances were universally lauded by critics who otherwise panned the group’s attempt at recapturing old glories. On the heels of his stellar contributions, Asylum Records head honcho David Geffen offered Gene a solo contract with a staggering $100,000 budget to produce what was anticipated to be his commercial breakthrough album after years of career doldrums since leaving the Byrds in 1966. No one doubted Gene’s intrinsic ability to craft melancholy lyrics and minor key masterpieces.

    Retreating to his secluded home base up in Mendocino along the Pacific north coast, Gene set about writing a body of songs that explored spirituality and the human condition. “Gene had a kind of moral and ethical viewpoint that wasn’t religious or anything like that but he had a sense of right and wrong and he stuck pretty much close to that,” notes close friend Philip O’Leno. “Reality was very important to Gene, getting through the bullshit and down to what is meaningful, what is the truth. To me it seemed as if he had an old soul, an innate wisdom beyond his being.”

    Enlisting the services of producer Thomas Jefferson Kaye, the two set about wrapping Gene’s deeply insightful songs in elaborate arrangements that framed his exquisite poetry in musical mini-operas of wailing gospel choruses, screaming electric violins, swirling organs, and funky bass. Released in the fall of 1974, No Other was Gene Clark’s masterwork. Reviewers were staggered by the grandiloquence of the arrangements, heaping praise on both Gene and Tommy. Geffen, on the other hand, was furious that all he got for $100,000 was a mere eight tracks. Following an altercation with Gene in a Hollywood restaurant Geffen left No Other to twist in the wind with little promotion or support. The album rose to #86 before disappearing. Gene has devastated.

    With no label support, Gene set out in a battered old Dodge van (he hated flying) on a low key tour of clubs across the country in an effort to promote the album. Accompanying him were the Silverados: Roger White on Telecaster guitar and vocals and Duke Bardwell on electric bass, banjo and vocals. Duke had recently been a member of Elvis Presley’s band and had backed Loggins & Messina yet jumped at the opportunity to work with the former Byrd. “I was fascinated by his poetry,” offers Duke. “He showed me that you could really take the language and bend it, twist it, mould it and brush it like paint. It was like he was standing before a canvas and would create that canvas. I had never seen anything like that before.”

    For the next two years Gene Clark and the Silverados toured relentlessly yet never rose much above B-circuit club gigs. It was a tough slog and a humbling experience for an ex-Byrd who had scaled the heights of pop superstardom. “There was no money involved in this thing,” laughs Duke. “Shit no, we were making minimum wage for what we were doing. I have no idea what they were booking him for but there were some times when I felt it really wasn’t anywhere near enough. I would come off of Elvis’s airplane and get into Gene’s broken down old van. He didn’t have product; he didn’t a record label; he didn’t have anything if he didn’t have us.”

    Together the trio took material from Gene’s existing catalog including numbers from No Other, stripped them down to basics and redefined them in Appalachian Mountain triad harmonies and country-flavored arrangements. In many respects the sound of Gene with the Silverados represented a logical progression from his bluegrass and country experiments on 1968’s groundbreaking The Fantastic Expedition of Dillard & Clark. Songs like the haunting minor key “Here Without You” from the first Byrds album, the exquisite “Spanish Guitar”, No Other’s ethereal centrepiece “Silver Raven”, and Gene’s Byrds classic “Set You Free This Time” all took on an entirely distinctive hue with the Silverados. In addition, Gene was inspired to write a collection of new songs in a country-rock vein including “Home Run King” and “Daylight Line.” Traditional country numbers like “In the Pines” and “Long Black Veil” were also given new life in the able hands of the trio.

    While there were times when Gene’s drinking hampered his ability to perform, on a good night Gene, Roger and Duke were capable of transcending time and space leaving those often too few who witnessed their shows more than satisfied. “The audiences knew there was some serious poetry going on,” Duke insists. “Like when he did something like ‘Silver Raven’. He would take some liberties with his voice, start throwing his voice around, and it didn’t always match the notes but you had to accept Gene Clark for who he was at the moment and how he was performing. If you came in with some preconceived notion of ‘Mr. Tambourine Man’ you were screwed. The effect of his poetry on the listening public was incredible.

    “I remember the show at Ebbets Field in Denver. That was a good show. The intimacy of that room is what absolutely blew me away. You were totally exposed to the audience and couldn’t get away with anything. They were sitting right up close so the scrutiny was undeniable. If you were up to it it could be an incredible experience. When Gene was not over the line like he sometimes was, when he was on and focusing and performing his poetry it was simply awesome. And Gene was up to it at Ebbets Field, as I recall. It was the perfect venue for Gene’s poetry. He would always have to drink some before he could go on stage but as good as it got may have been at Ebbets Field.”

    In the fall of 1975 Gene expanded the Silverados with the addition of drums and piano working up full-band arrangements of the songs he’d been road testing over the previous year with Duke and Roger in anticipation of another album with Tommy Kaye. In early 1976, accompanied by the Silverados, Gene laid down demos of his new songs including “Daylight Line”, “Wheel of Time”, “Home Run King”, and “What Is Meant Will Be” at ex-Monkee Mike Nesmith’s Countryside Studios in Los Angeles. When it came time for the album sessions, however, Tommy Kaye abruptly dismissed the Silverados after just two days of recording. “Gene had been out there working with us for two years and had developed a certain delivery on the material,” explains Duke. “But it was going to be too much trouble for Tommy to change it so he fired us.”

    The Silverados do not appear on Gene’s subsequent album Two Sides To Every Story released the following year. Several of the songs on the album were first conceived, shaped and refined on the road with the Silverados and their versions remain definitive. “The stuff we had developed over that time period was raw and good and rhythmical and suited the poetry well,” Duke attests. “And then they brought in all these slick players and just cleaned it all up.”

    Gene never again worked with the Silverados. Following the release of Two Sides To Every Story he assembled the short lived KC Southern Band. Yet the Silverados are more than a mere footnote in Gene Clark’s career and this live release, recorded in early 1975, attests to the sheer quality and artistry of that liaison.

    “When you were with Gene you never knew where it was going to go,” muses Duke. “There was always this cloudy, dark thing about him. He was more dark than bright. We put in two very difficult years traveling and performing together and it wasn’t always easy. But Gene had a profound effect on me, that kind of creative depth of poetry. His was a mystical, spiritual and lyrical kind of poetry that I didn’t know before. Gene could dial into these other places. He surprised me with that stuff.

    “I have been blessed in my musical career,” concludes Duke, “and part of that blessing, even though it was frustrating at times, was playing with Gene Clark and being exposed to the man, the poet, and the musician.”

    –John Einarson is author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life & Legacy of The Byrds’ Gene Clark (Backbeat Books, 2005)

  • White Light
    Gene Clark
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    The stark portrait on the untitled album cover, Gene Clark silhouetted against the setting Northern California sun, was more than a mere eye-catching design. It was emblematic of the stark back-to-basics approach to a collection of songs born from a period of inner peace, personal contentment and stability for the often troubled singer/songwriter.

    By late 1969, Gene Clark had grown weary of the Hollywood lifestyle. As a founding member of the Byrds, America’s answer to the Beatles and British Invasion and kings of the Sunset Strip, he was held in exaltation in and around Los Angeles. The five Byrds presided over the Strip like Greek gods living high above on their own Mt. Olympus in the Hollywood Hills. Despite leaving the group in 1966 Gene was still subject to all the accouterments that came with that kind of adulation.

    With the commercial failure of The Dillard & Clark Expedition, his country/bluegrass/rock hybrid formed with buddy Douglas Dillard in 1968, Gene was looking for a change. While Dillard & Clark had brought him back to his musical roots, what he longed for was a lifestyle that reflected those simply rural values. Born and raised in Missouri and Kansas, Gene and his twelve siblings spent their formative years secluded from the hustle and bustle of Kansas City in a tiny four-room former trolley shed in the middle of Swope Park, a rural oasis. Here he and his brothers and sisters lived out their Davy Crockett and Robin Hood fantasies in a forest all their own. What could be more idyllic?

    Driving up the Northern California coast that fall, Gene stopped at Little River, a picturesque spot three miles south of Mendocino and bordering Van Damme State Park. Captivated by the tiny seaside community with its casual pace, Gene booked a room at the Lazy Eye Motel. The pastoral experience remained with him and he continued to visit Little River often, making the winding drive up the Pacific Coast Highway in his 1964 Porsche. It was a place where he could simply be Harold Eugene Clark and not ‘Gene Clark, Rock Star.’ On one such visit, Gene rented a cabin across from the Andiron Lodge. Inspired by his rustic surroundings, he begin writing a body of songs that embodied a more basic, rootsy, stripped down approach to his muse—just acoustic guitar and voice. Those songs would inform his next album.

    Back in Los Angeles, Gene’s life took another turn when he met Carlie McCummings, a slender blonde former dancer and employee at Bell Records. In late 1969 the two bid farewell to LA and set out for Little River, ultimately purchasing a stately two-story former coach house built in the 1800s on twelve acres of land on Middle Ridge Road nearby Albion. The house was surrounded by redwoods; behind it were the Mendocino Headlands spreading out westward before dropping off to the ocean. This would remain Gene’s home for the next six years. “He’d just sit by a window on the ocean and write music,” Carlie recalls. “I spent many hours sitting up with him while he was composing, which was quite interesting.” As neighbor and friend Philip O’Leno suggests, “I think this area appealed to him because he grew up in the country and had strong country roots. It was his way of getting back to the land. He was more than a country boy at heart.”

    “Dad was into that lifestyle,” recalls youngest son Kai. “He was definitely a mountain man in the old west. I kind of see my dad then with a smile on his face. He loved using his hands and getting his hands in the dirt. They cooked over a woodstove and had a well for water. In Mendocino it was as if time stood still. My father was probably recognized everywhere he went in LA but in Mendocino, it was such a small place even if they did recognize you, it wasn’t a big deal. He loved it there.”

    On March 12, 1970, Gene and Carlie were married in the front yard of Philip and Ea O’Leno’s rustic Albion home. While the couple settled into rural domesticity, Gene still had unfinished business. “Jerry Moss from A&M and his wife were our first visitors from LA,” Carlie remembers. “He came up to tell Gene, ‘Okay, you have a contract.’ We had been up there about a year by then and he hadn’t recorded or anything. Jerry loved Gene. He told him, ‘You need to come to LA. It’ll be okay. Bring Carlie.’ And we said, ‘Okay, we’ll come.’”

    When recording sessions commenced in March 1971 at the Village Recorder in Los Angeles, Jesse Ed Davis had been installed as producer. A Native American Kiowa born in Norman, Oklahoma, Jesse Ed had come out to Los Angeles in the 1960s with fellow Oklahomans Leon Russell, Carl Radle, and J.J. Cale and earned a reputation as an innovative guitar player. As a record producer he was untried. Nonetheless, the camaraderie between Gene and Jesse Ed led the former to entrust the latter to the producer’s role. “I think Jesse and Gene made some pretty awesome music together,” states Carlie. Jesse Ed knew guitar like Gene never dreamed of. I think that’s the first time Gene really aspired or felt the confidence to really play guitar, when he was with Jesse Ed.”

    Assembling a skeleton crew of supporting musicians including Gary Malabar on drums, John Selk on acoustic guitar, Bobbye Hall Porter on percussion, and bassist Chris Ethridge, the focus was on the simplicity of the songs with the accompaniment kept subtly supportive without becoming obtrusive so as not to distract from Gene’s performances. Keyboardists Ben Sidran and Mike Utley were brought in near the end of the sessions to overdub piano and organ respectively. Jesse Ed added his guitar throughout.

    The recordings went smoothly, Gene and Jesse very much in sync over the sound and direction that the album was to take. The solo acoustic singer-songwriter era of the likes of James Taylor and Neil Young was just beginning so Gene was at the cutting edge of this phenomenon. The only interruption came from an act of God in the form of the Los Angeles earthquake of 1971 which temporarily disrupted sessions. “When the earthquake hit,” Carlie points out, “Gene was in the recording studio and the echo chambers shook with the quake and you could hear it on the track just at the point where Gene sings, ‘and the earth came trembling down.’ That was not synthetic. It was the real earthquake.”

    The songs themselves drew inspiration from the tranquility Gene found around him. “The song ‘White Light’ was a description of our property,” confirms Philip O’Leno. “My forge was just out here in back. I was pounding a lot of iron in those days. It was a song for us.” Philip witnessed the genesis of many of the songs that would appear on the album. “It was kind of tedious the way he wrote songs because he would go over and over them. Gene wrote on legal pads and he would write then scratch out lyrics. He would just compose lyrics as he went, he didn’t note the music. He would just keep track of the lyrics. He was writing all the time, pages of lyrics, and the song was in his head.” Adds wife Ea, “You never knew where Gene was sometimes. He would go out walking in the dark for hours composing songs. He would just disappear writing songs.”

    With its emphasis on Gene’s intensely personal poetry, White Light was a stunning work of genius and Gene’s high watermark to that point. His voice stands strong and prominent and his poetry in songs like the exquisite “For A Spanish Guitar,” “With Tomorrow,” and “Where My Love Lies Asleep” are delicately evocative. The album was Gene’s most Dylan-influenced to date. As Rolling Stone magazine’s review suggested “‘Spanish Guitar’ is a first cousin to ‘Visions of Johanna’ mixed with ‘Tom Thumb’s Blues,’ harmonica riff and all. ‘Where My Love Lies Asleep’ is even more Dylanesque, with bits of ‘Girl from the North Country’ penetrating it. Clark’s use of word symbols is uncanny and invites many flattering comparisons to another side of Dylan prior to Nashville Skyline days.” The review concludes that the album is “a fresh and innovative look at what came before in a new framework . . . to create one of the most interesting and exciting records of 1971.”

    Release that August, the front cover photo was taken on the roof of a building in Mendocino while the back cover shot of Gene peering through a window was from Philip’s house in Albion. Overall, the album reveals Gene Clark at the top of his game, buoyed by his new surroundings, friendships, marriage, and the imminent birth of his first child. The album garnered unanimous praise from critics and reviewers, going on to top several Best Album of the Year lists and earn top honors in the Netherlands. While some detractors insist the album was under-produced and bare bones, no one could deny the quality of the songwriting and performances from Gene.

    Nevertheless, despite rave reviews however, White Light sold poorly. Once again, Gene presented his record label with an exceptional effort only to refuse to tour or perform in support of it. “They didn’t have any way to market Gene,” insists his fellow Byrd Chris Hillman. “How do you market him if you don’t have him capable of being the public person to back that record up? Gene made some great records but you can’t put a record out and go back to your cabin in the woods. Going on the road is what I’m talking about. He had to be a performer.” But Gene did not want to play the game and his career suffered the consequences. “You have to understand that one of the reasons he left the Byrds was that he would not get on a plane again,” cites Carlie Clark, explaining Gene’s aversion to touring. “It took four and a half years of our being together to get him on a plane.”

    In the intervening years White Light has come to be regarded as Gene Clark’s most personal albums and a particular favorite among his legion of fans. In spite of the stark simplicity of the arrangements, his songwriting reflects an optimism not generally associated with his extraordinary body of work, an inner peace since leaving Los Angeles. “At night we would lay in bed and we could see the ships going up to Seattle out on the horizon,” Carlie remembers. “It was idyllic. Gene was like a little boy. We were totally innocent, living this reality that was ours.”

    –John Einarson, author of Mr. Tambourine Man: The Life & Legacy of The Byrds’ Gene Clark (Backbeat Books, 2005)

  • From the Inside
    Poco
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    In assessing country-rock pioneers Poco’s lengthy and impressive discography, the band’s fourth album, 1971’s From The Inside, marks the point where the band transitioned to a rockier approach while still embracing their infectiously effervescent country-flavoured pop sound. For that alone, the album is significant. Yet it is more than that. From The Inside boasts some of the band’s finest songwriting and playing. Initially regarded as somewhat of a flawed diamond, in retrospect, there is much to recommend on From The Inside.

    From The Inside introduced former Illinois Speed Press guitarist Paul Cotton into the lineup as replacement for Jimmy Messina. Where Jimmy was a country picker, Paul came from a rock ‘n’ roll background. It was a sound that founding member, singer/songwriter Richie Furay, wanted for the band. “We chose Paul because we agreed that we needed to go for more of a rock feel rather than the country-rock feel,” states Richie. “I thought that approach would make us more successful with the radio audience which we were lacking. Paul brought a rock & roller’s instinct to the band.” Those instincts proved to be exactly what the band needed, as From The Inside admirably demonstrated.

    “On the road, we were touring with a lot of bands who were far more rock than country,” notes pedal steel guitarist Rusty Young “and that rubbed off on us. We got the sense that we needed to be more rock ‘n’ roll. A lot of our country-rock buddies were starting to move more into rock at the time.”

    Rising from the ashes of the much loved Buffalo Springfield, Furay and Messina recruited Young, drummer/singer George Grantham and bass player/singer Randy Meisner to form Pogo, soon after changing to Poco, in the summer of 1968. The group sought to blend both country and rock music in a distinctively fresh and exciting original sound making them arguably the first true country-rock band. Meisner quit during sessions for their debut album the following year (and would ultimately become an original Eagles member), replaced by Timothy B. Schmit. While the band enjoyed critical and audience acclaim, by 1971 they had yet to translate that into commercial success.

    Coming off a lengthy tour in support of their live album Deliverin’, Poco went straight into a Memphis studio in June 1971 to record a follow up. A spirited album capturing the band’s high energy live show, Deliverin’ had breached the Billboard Top 30. Now with Cotton onboard expectations ran high for the all-important commercial breakthrough. Unfortunately, despite an exceptional cache of new songs, the choice of studio and producer were ill-chosen.

    The band was booked into Trans Maximus Studios with Booker T. & The MGs guitarist Steve Cropper assigned production duties. Unfortunately, neither the studio nor Cropper proved suitable for the task. “Our vocal sound needed a lot of tracks and there just weren’t enough for the instruments and our vocals,” Young claims. “Steve was producing but he personal problems and wouldn’t be there at the studio some times. We didn’t really connect with him and he didn’t connect with us. Overall it was not a pleasant experience recording that album but we did the best we could under the circumstances.” The layout of the studio was further problematic. The sound booth with the recording console was located up a lengthy flight of stairs from the recording floor. “Those stairs wore me out after a while,” chuckles Cotton. “Take after take up and down the stairs.”

    Compounding the already challenging circumstances, Furay’s focus was distracted by personal issues. “It was a difficult album for me because my wife Nancy and I were really struggling at the time in our relationship. Lyrically that came out on the album. I felt distanced from the whole project. It was hard for me to identify with what was going on. That may be why some of the album may have had a darker mood. I was in a dark place in my life.” While songs like opening track Hoedown, You Are The One (dating back to 1969) and Just For Me And You bring to mind the upbeat country-rock style of earlier Poco, What Am I Gonna Do and What If I Should Say I Love You evoke a more sombre sentiment uncharacteristic of the band. “Those songs I find difficult to comment on even today,” muses Furay. “They are very personal. I was a very mixed-up young man.” Despite the underlying motivation behind Furay’s contributions, the playing remains outstanding, especially Young’s dobro and pedal steel guitar. “At the time we had three great singers and three writers in the band,” he notes, “so my role was to be the instrumentalist and work on the arrangements.” Young would later emerge as a powerhouse songwriter in his own right.

    Do You Feel It Too was a song Furay composed back in 1965 under the title Can’t Keep Me Down while a scuffling folk performer in New York. The song had been cut as a demo with the Buffalo Springfield and later recorded by Poco for their 1969 debut album, ending up as an outtake. “The Dirt Band had recorded that song in a very country-rock way so I was looking for a different way to express myself,” explains Furay on giving the song another try. “I don’t know where I came up with that real grungy guitar intro and funky arrangement for it on From The Inside but it gave me a chance to express my frustrations at that time and to bring it down to a different feel. It was an experiment.”

    New kid Cotton was encouraged to contribute songs to the group. His first, Bad Weather, would become a Poco classic. “When I auditioned for the band at Richie’s house, I played Bad Weather and got the gig,” recalls the affable guitarist. “I think that song had a lot to do with it. It was inspired by the dissolution of the Illinois Speed Press. I remember playing the Whisky-a-Go Go one night and after our set Jimi Hendrix came over and gave me a hug and told me, ‘Don’t ever stop writing songs like that’. He was talking about Bad Weather. Man, did that make my day!” The combination of Cotton’s husky voice, Young’s mellifluous pedal steel guitar, and the band’s lush harmonies elevate the track. “I think ‘Bad Weather’ is probably one of the best songs I’d heard,” acknowledges Furay, who also played the delicate acoustic guitar solo. “I love that song. It was a way of showing we could complement Paul as he enhanced us.” Steve Cropper was also impressed, getting singer Yvonne Elliman to cover the song on her debut album.

    Cotton’s further contributions Railroad Days and Ol’ Forgiver offered further confirmation of his songwriting strength. “Railroad Days was my ode to Creedence Clearwater Revival,” he points out. “Steve Cropper really liked that one.” The track was probably the heaviest rock song Poco had recorded to date. “That was exactly the sound we were looking for in bringing Paul into the band,” states Furay. “It had that good rock ‘n’ roll feel and was a fun song to play live.” The countrified Ol’ Forgiver was inspired by Cotton’s terrier named Poco. “He lived to be 20 years old and only ate avocados. He was a good friend.”

    While not as prolific as Furay or Cotton, bassist/singer Tim Schmit nonetheless could always be counted on to contribute a song or two and his lone track From The Inside is an introspective gem. “That’s one of Tim’s best songs,” affirms Furay. “Tim, too, was struggling with different directions in his life and poured his heart out in that song.” Cotton insists it’s the best recorded track on the album. “That song had such a nice positive vibe and was the perfect choice for the album’s title track. I think it’s probably my best guitar work on the album. We added compression on my guitar and it sounded really good.”

    Released in September 1971, despite a collection of first-rate songs and exceptional playing, From The Inside garnered lukewarm reviews. Many cited Cropper’s production deficiencies in capturing Poco’s characteristically vibrant sound. The band’s hallmark harmonies didn’t quite sparkle although the instruments sounded clear and present. “We weren’t in any position to say ‘No, this isn’t what we expected so we’re not going to record’,” reflects Young, on the critical response. “We had a contract with Columbia and we had a deadline so we were locked in to a release date already set for the album and a tour booked to coincide with the release. All these factors were already in place. We had no choice but to make the best of it.” In hindsight, all three agree that Cropper was not up for the challenge of recording the band.

    If Steve Cropper was the wrong choice to produce Poco, Richie Podolor was. A few months after the From The Inside sessions the group assembled in American Recorders studio in Los Angeles to cut two songs for an intended single release. Both songs – C’mon and A Man Like Me – had first appeared on the live Deliverin’ album the year before. Convinced that these songs had potential if recorded under the right circumstances, Furay enlisted Podolor and his partner Bill Cooper to produce studio versions. Podolor’s track record was impressive having produced hits for Three Dog Night, Blues Image and Steppenwolf among others. “I wanted Richie Podolor to record Poco’s next album in the worst way,” states Furay. “We were looking for that hit record sound and he had all that going for him.”

    The combination proved fruitful. Both tracks boast a driving rock sound propelled by Cotton’s Les Paul guitar. As Cotton recalls, “For C’mon, Richie and Bill had me in the studio, just the three of us, for 12 hours just on the guitar parts and solo. It was hard work. We worked through the night and I was catching naps on a cot in the studio. When I walked out the sun was coming up. That song sure sounded like a hit single. It was a very simple studio, very low tech but he got such a great sound out of it. I loved working with Richie.”

    But why revisit a couple of earlier songs? As Richie explains it, “Since these were two songs that were never recorded in the studio, we chose them for that reason. Those two songs were only recorded live up to that point and because of their success in the live shows and Richie Podolor’s success at capturing a live sound in the studio we went with them. Both those songs had radio appeal. That’s why we chose them to record with Richie. We were still entertaining that ‘What would be good for AM radio?’ idea and felt those songs had the potential for that outlet. When we came out of Richie’s studio, I just felt that we had finally got it and that there was no way CBS would refuse to release these or refuse Richie Podolor as a producer for us. I don’t recall there being any explanation from CBS. They just said no. That was very frustrating for me. It made me think that if CBS was going to stand in our way we had to get off the label or it just wasn’t going to happen for us.” Both tracks are superb rockers that remained in studio vaults until now.

    Podolor later recruited Young to add pedal steel guitar to Three Dog Night’s Never Been To Spain. Furay worked with Podolor again when he produced the 1974 debut album from Souther, Hillman & Furay.

    Remastered with input from Richie Furay and with the addition of two of the most sought-after Poco bonus tracks, From The Inside deserves a place among the band’s finest recorded efforts. “Overall, I think the songs are fine and the playing is good,” Furay asserts. Indeed, the ten songs stand among Poco’s best and, newly remastered, can be appreciated in the way the band members originally envisioned them. Many, such as Hoedown, Just For Me And You, Railroad Days, and You Are The One would go on to become longtime concert and fan favorites while Bad Weather came to define Poco’s sound.

    “The Poco that really stays in my heart as being most representative of what the band was about was this lineup with Paul and Tim,” claims Furay. “We became more accessible during that period.”

    – John Einarson, author of Desperados: The Roots Of Country Rock (Cooper Square Press)


  • Brave Belt 

    Randy and Robbie Bachman and Chad Allan

    EinarsonExtended Liner Notes

    What do you do when: a) you’ve just quit the biggest band in the world; b) you’ve been pilloried in the media for leaving said group; c) you want to move your music in a whole other direction; and d) no one wants to play with you? That’s the dilemma Randy Bachman (one of Canada’s three most recognizable musical faces at the time, the others being former Bachman acolyte Neil Young, and a certain singer and former writing partner, Burton Cummings) confronted in the fall of 1970. His answer came in the form of Brave Belt and the innovative music you’re holding in your hands right now.

    To the casual music fan, Randy Bachman is associated with two bands: the Guess Who, and his follow-up success, Bachman-Turner Overdrive. But between the two was the all-important bridge: Brave Belt, the missing link in the Bachman story. The simple fact is there would not have been a BTO without Brave Belt. Yet despite BTO’s multi-platinum album sales, few people have heard the seminal recordings by this outfit, until now.

    Randy’s abrupt departure from the Guess Who in May of 1970 at the peak of the group’s acclaim stunned the music world. Few knew the real reasons, however. Plagued by health problems, frustrated at the grueling pace, estranged from his band mates, and longing to be home with his young family back in Winnipeg, Randy saw no other option than to leave. It was a decision arrived at mutually by him and the others in a Manhattan hotel room one tense afternoon. Returning home, Randy took the summer months to regain his health, both physically and mentally. A lifelong musician, by autumn he was anxious to get back in the game, only this time at his own pace and on his own terms.

    “I had spent a decade being onstage every night,” states Randy, “and now I wasn’t onstage for the longest period in my life. It’s like a football player or an athlete who retires from playing; there is a certain rhythm to your body that you get used to.” Easing back into playing, Randy produced recordings for a few acts and sat in with the house band on CBC TV’s My Kind of Country. “Country music was always a big influence for me,” he acknowledges, “from the time I was a kid and I always admired Neil Young and Buffalo Springfield because they were rockin’ but they kept those country influence.” A chance encounter in the corridors of the CBC building brought Randy his opportunity. “I ran into Chad Allan and he said to me, ‘I’m doing some recording at Century 21 recording studios.’ And I replied, ‘I want to do a country rock album. Do you want to try and write some songs with me?’ ‘Yeah!’ We went over to each other’s houses and began sharing song ideas. It was a pretty secure feeling because we had a long relationship. It felt good. He was doing his own stuff but when I was playing on the tracks it started taking on a different feel, more of a band thing. What started out as Chad’s solo album became a band album.” The two did indeed have a history. Chad (Allan Kowbel) had been the original lead singer in the Guess Who long before Burton Cummings (that’s Chad on the group’s first hit “Shakin’ All Over” back in 1965). From their reunion would emerge Brave Belt.

    The first order of business was a musical direction. Chad had been writing Beatles-influenced solo pop tunes while Randy’s dream was a countrified rock outfit. Somehow they managed to reconcile both styles within the group. “I knew that if I did a pop band again it could never be as good as the Guess Who,” muses Randy. “I wanted to do something different. I could have written those same Guess Who songs but I didn’t want to be a second rate Guess Who. Instead, I went totally anti-pop. What else could I do?” Country rock was still in its infancy; three years later the Eagles would make the genre commercially viable. But in 1970 it was a fringe movement and a risky venture. Nonetheless, Randy jumped in headfirst. “I enlisted Ron Halldorson to play pedal steel guitar, Wally Didik on fiddle, and Chad Allan on the accordion. I played acoustic guitar and we did kind of a country rock album. I even sang the odd tune. I also produced the album.” Having previously recorded with Jack Richardson, Randy had learned production techniques from a master and applied those lessons to the Brave Belt sessions employing a number of subtleties that are only now evident with digital technology.

    While Billy McDougall (brother of the Guess Who’s Donnie McDougall) had sat in on the sessions, Randy and Chad needed a permanent drummer. “I had wanted Garry Peterson to play on the sessions but it would have been too difficult for him because it would have been perceived as changing sides.” Instead, Randy turned to youngest brother Robbie, then in grade eleven and with no professional experience. “He was scared to death,” laughs Randy. “At our first recording session I said to him, ‘Play like Ringo Starr!’ That’s all I told him. After the first session he came to me in tears exclaiming, ‘I can't play.’ ‘Well, you play around the house. And I can’t find another drummer.’ He came back and did it and he liked it.”

    With sessions at Century 21 Studios in Winnipeg concluded by December and mixing done by Elliot Scheiner at Phil Ramone’s A&R studios in New York (where the Guess Who had cut Wheatfield Soul), Randy then recruited a second brother, Gary, to manage the band and began shopping the tapes to record labels. The trio still lacked a name. Randy received a little support in both areas from an old friend. “I was looking for a name that was sort of Buffalo Springfield, buckskin fringe, Indian, cowboy hat, Gretsch guitars, country rock thing; a name that would convey a western motif. I almost called the band Peguis after Chief Peguis who was West Kildonan’s hero, our very own Sitting Bull. I was in Kildonan Park looking at the Peguis statue one day trying to be inspired and somebody came by and saw me there. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m thinking of calling a band Peguis.’ And he replied, ‘You know, you’ve been really hard done by. You’ve been scalped. When an Indian becomes a brave he carries a brave belt to carry his scalps on, to show that he is a brave.’ And I thought ‘Brave Belt, that’s the name.’ I mentioned it to Neil Young and he said ‘Cool name!’ I played him the acetate of the album when he was back in Winnipeg in January 1971 and he liked it. Next thing I knew I was on a plane heading to LA to meet with Mo Ostin at Warner Brothers and had a contract for Brave Belt on Reprise Records, Neil’s label. I think Mo called Neil to verify who I was, was I legitimate.”

    Before the album could be released, the new group required a final piece to complete the picture. “When I was in LA, the label executives told me I had to have four members in the band,” recalls Randy. “I couldn’t tour as a trio. I immediately thought of Fred Turner as the fourth guy. I knew Fred was into music as a career with both feet, living the musician’s life and still pursuing the dream.” A veteran of a succession of local cover bands, the burly, red-maned Turner was the anchor Brave Belt needed. “I wanted a guy who could play both guitar and bass and who had a strong, distinctive voice, a gigantic Harley Davidson voice, a guy who could really belt it out. I needed a John Fogerty voice and Fred Turner had it. He seemed like a natural fit to me.” So Randy wrote Fred’s name on the contract. The problem was Fred didn’t know it yet. Toiling out on the road in pub act the D-Drifters, Fred received a surprise phone call in Regina from Randy. He didn’t take long to mull over the offer. “One of the reasons I went with Randy,” notes Fred, “was because I was writing songs and no one in the band was interested. That’s when I started writing. When Randy contacted me and asked if I was writing any songs, I thought ‘Hey, somebody’s interested in my songs!’ I had never really done that before, doing original material, and maybe it was time I took a chance.” Now Randy had a band.

    Released in May 1971 Brave Belt marked a dramatic departure from Randy’s signature pop rock sound and garnered decent reviews. Fans expecting the power-chording of “American Woman” or the breezy pop jazz of “Undun” were in for a surprise. A respected rock ‘n’ roller, Randy had reinventing himself in a whole new genre with mellow, acoustic, country-tinged songs. An air of experimentation and fun permeates the album from the opening pedal steel of “Crazy Arms, Crazy Eyes”. “Brave Belt allowed me to indulge in all my musical fantasies,” offers Randy, “like having a fiddle player on a track and using pedal steel guitar. In my own mind it was neat, cool, I was the prairie cowboy with the LA deal.” There is a confidence to the songwriting throughout and Randy even steps forward to sing lead on three tracks in a higher register, not unlike Neil Young. The steel guitar and fiddle, notably on tracks like the Young-influenced “Waitin’ There For Me” and the toe-tappin’ “I Wouldn’t Trade My Guitar For A Woman” lend the album a sunny Southern California sound reminiscent of Poco or Rick Nelson’s Stone Canyon Band. Randy manages some latter day Beatles distorted guitar flourishes on Chad’s “I Am The Man” and moody “Scarecrow” offering a very contemporary progressive rock approach within the country rock context.

    Reprise Records chose one of Chad’s songs, “Rock And Roll Band”, as the debut single, a track dominated by Randy’s chugging rhythm guitar and Buffalo Springfield-like harmonies. The single garnered considerable airplay across Canada as Brave Belt set out on the road. Rather than trade on his reputation, Randy chose to submerge his name within the group’s collective identity. It was simply Brave Belt. Although Fred’s picture appeared on the sleeve he did not play on the tracks. “We wanted it to look like a real band,” justifies Randy. In hindsight, his humble stance may have hurt the group’s chances in the marketplace. Eventually Reprise slapped a sticker on the cover indicating this was indeed Randy Bachman of the Guess Who. Nevertheless, with his former group still riding high, Brave Belt found it an uphill battle winning converts to Randy’s new sound. “With Brave Belt, Randy wanted to be a James Taylor soft country rock kind of artist,” muses Gary Bachman. “It wasn’t easy then because radio didn’t play a lot of ballads or country rock.” Like all country rock at the time, radio deemed the music ‘too rock for country and too country for rock’.

    “So much garbage had been laid down about me that Brave Belt never really had a chance,” laments Randy. “Radio stations wouldn’t play us, magazines wouldn’t do stories on us.” Rock journalist Larry LeBlanc was the lone voice in the wilderness touting the band’s virtues whenever possible. “Randy got a real shellacking in the music press when he left the Guess Who,” he recalls. “I think I did more articles on Brave Belt than anybody else when no one wanted to touch them.”

    “We were labeled country rock,” states Randy, “so we ended up on some shows with the likes of Ian Tyson and Tommy Hunter, country artists, out in Calgary, Edmonton, Regina. In between these weekend gigs there was no point in the band going back to Winnipeg. We couldn’t afford to stay in hotels during the week so we tented. It was a pretty spartan existence.” With Fred Turner’s refrigerator-sized voice now a part of the band’s sound, Chad bowed out during sessions for a second album after contributing to a couple of tracks. “Chad didn't like the influence I had brought to the band,” cites Fred.

    Never one to spin his wheels, Randy determined to redefine the band’s approach following limited acceptance for their debut album. “I wanted to read in the media ‘Randy Bachman rises out of the ashes of the Fillmore to form the new Poco’ or “Out of the prairies comes the new Buffalo Springfield,’ posits Randy. “I was looking for the new phoenix rising but it didn’t happen. The phoenix didn’t rise; it tripped and fell. Here I was spiritually ready to go after it again feeling strong but I was starting out not at rung one on the ladder but below it. Getting up that ladder was going to be difficult. Everything was on my shoulders. It was a building process but being a survivor for all those years in the Guess Who, I knew that no matter how much you like something, if it isn’t working you have to change it.”

    A weekend trip to Thunder Bay in late 1971 would become the band’s epiphany. “The week Chad Allan quit we had a booking in Thunder Bay at the university’s student union cafeteria. We arrived for the Friday night gig as a three-piece band and proceeded to do our usual Brave Belt material, the country rock stuff Chad used to sing. Fred and I switched back and forth on bass and took turns singing. Meanwhile everyone was yawning and walking out. By ten-thirty the place was empty. The guy who booked us said, ‘I’ll have to let you guys go and bring in another band.’ We had hit rock bottom. The next morning as we’re getting ready to check out he pulls up and asks, ‘I need a favour. Will you play tonight?’ ‘You fired us.’ ‘That’s not the favour. The favour is will you play dance music tonight? I can’t get another band out in time. Go work up a set.’ So I said ‘Fred, what can you sing?’ ‘Proud Mary’, ‘Brown Sugar’, ‘All Right Now.’ It didn’t matter how good we sang them, what mattered was the beat and kids were dancing. that night we saw the difference between playing sit-down music in coffeehouses and music they would jump out of their seats and dance to. Every song had a primal drum beat and a guitar hook that gets them up on the dance floor. That would become the formula to BTO. That weekend we became Bachman-Turner Overdrive even though we didn’t yet have the name.”

    Sessions for Brave Belt II, this time recorded at Toronto’s RCA Studios again with Randy at the helm (and engineer Mark Smith who would go on to do the same for BTO), found the group eschewing laid-back country rock for a harder-edged rock sound dominated by Fred’s throaty vocals. Tracks like the driving opener “Too Far Away”, Fred’s chugging “Can You Feel It” and “Goodbye, Soul Shy” left little doubt that this was a new band with a rockin’ attitude. Still, vestiges of their country rock incarnation remained and seeking to pigeonhole the group, Reprise pulled Chad’s acoustic country “Dunrobin’s Gone” as the leadoff single in early 1972. Sounding like Gordon Lightfoot meets Crosby, Stills and Nash, “Dunrobin’s Gone” was a superb record that would have fit the group’s debut album comfortably. Though the single became a sizable hit across Canada (and remains a staple of CanCon) marking Chad Allan’s high water mark as a writer, it belied the heavier approach on Brave Belt II. An unreleased track from this same period, another gorgeously plaintive Chad Allan ballad entitled “Hands And Faces” recorded during those same Toronto sessions prior to Chad’s exit, is included here for the first time. In addition, the group delved into Randy and Chad’s rock ‘n’ roll past with a heavy, live-in-the studio take on the Guess Who chestnut “Shakin’ All Over” that remained unreleased until this compilation. “We played ‘Shakin’ All Over’ in our set,” confirms Fred, “and you would be surprised the number of people who stood up in the audience and sang along to that song.”

    The follow-up single, Randy’s hard-rockin’, guitar-heavy “Never Comin’ Home” offered a more accurate representation of the new Brave Belt but by then it was almost too late. Radio programmers were left confused. A solid, consistent album of well-written rock songs with subtle country rock textures (minus the steel guitar and fiddle), Brave Belt II withered from an inability to carve out a place for the group’s sound.

    With a new rock sensibility, the group found it needed another guitar to flesh out the live sound. In a familiar refrain, Randy once again turned to his family plucking the last of his brothers, Tim, to join Brave Belt. Tim had already co-written a track on Brave Belt II, “Put It in a Song”. “In the studio Randy could play anything,” remarks Tim, “but live the trio just wasn’t working. They were rehearsing in Randy’s basement one day and Randy called me to come down to jam with them. I was surprised but I went down and we played for about half an hour improvising stuff on the spot. Then Randy said, ‘We’d like to invite you to join the band.’” The dye was cast; Brave Belt had transformed into a hard rock band. “Randy had shied away from rock because he wanted to distance himself from the Guess Who,” affirms Tim. “But with Fred’s voice there were no worries about being compared to Burton Cummings. He had a marvelous style for hard rock, not the country rock they had been doing.”

    Over the previous eighteen months, Brave Belt had toiled away largely in obscurity from its Winnipeg base. “We were dying in Winnipeg,” reflects Randy. “No one would book us in the aftermath of my departure from the Guess Who. I was like the black sheep that no one wanted to touch.” In September 1972, following a successful summer stint on the West Coast, Randy determined to relocate the group to Vancouver. Promoter Bruce Allen had kept them working the Vancouver club scene and Randy saw an opportunity for financial stability. “Randy was keeping the band afloat himself by paying the guys in the band a salary out of his own pocket,” recalls Bruce. “I took some of the financial pressure off his shoulders because they could make some money and live off their gigs. I had enough control out here that I could work them steady.” In Bruce Allen, Randy found a partner who shared the same drive and determination. Bruce soon became the group’s new manager. “I still believed at the time that Randy had some hits left in him,” suggests Bruce. “He wanted someone to kick ass and I could do that for him.”

    Despite a full booking schedule on the coast, Brave Belt still lacked a national recording presence. With the failure of the two Brave Belt albums, due in large measure to Reprise’s inability to market the fine efforts on both releases, the label dropped the group in late 1972 in the midst of sessions for a third album financed by Randy. It was a bitter blow. “Don Schmitzerlie called me in and said ‘I’m sorry guys, you’re just not making the money back we’re paying out so we’re going to have to let you go,’” Randy remembers. “Reprise never really got behind us in terms of promotion. There wasn’t a big push behind us. My name from the Guess Who helped generate some airplay but not enough to get any momentum going.” By the start of the New Year, Brave Belt had hit bottom. In Toronto to tape a performance for the music showcase ROQ, the four convened in Randy’s hotel room for a post mortem. For all intents and purposes, Brave Belt was dead. “I’d hit $97,000 in expenses financing this band,” announced Randy, who had spent his Guess Who songwriting royalties, his nest egg, keeping Brave Belt afloat. “I told the guys, ‘After this week it’ll be $100,000. We have no gigs and it looks like the end of the band.’ I remember saying, ‘We’ve got twenty-six refusals for Brave Belt III. I’ve sent out four more tape packages. If it doesn’t happen I have to stop paying everyone a salary.’” But fate has a strange way of working. “My phone rang the next morning,” continues Randy, “and it was Charlie Fach from Mercury Records calling from Chicago. I could here ‘Gimme Your Money Please’ in the background. ‘Hi Randy, this is Charlie Fach. Does the whole album sound like this?’ I said, ‘Yeah?’ a bit surprised. ‘Everyone here loves it. I’ll make you a two album deal and give you $50,000 per album.’ That was it! I got my investment back. Talk about serendipity, fate or karma!”

    Randy’s vision and determination would, in the end, be proven correct. He had found the formula for success with Brave Belt; it just took the world a little longer to catch up to him. The tapes recorded as Brave Belt III would be renamed BTO I with the group once again retooling itself under the heavier moniker Bachman-Turner Overdrive. And the rest, as they say, is history. BTO proceeded to take care of business for the next four years accruing unprecedented acclaim and reward worldwide, surpassing the Guess Who. Randy showed all those nay sayers that he was, indeed, a survivor. “Randy realizes the music business as a gamble,” postulates Bruce Allen. “He put out the two Brave Belt albums, gave it a shot, and when it didn’t work out he just figured ‘Okay, we’ll try something else.’ He never moans over his failures. He learns from it and moves on.”

    Comments Randy, “Other people would have given up after Brave Belt. But if I didn’t go up to bat and strike out I wouldn’t have had that determination to keep going back to the plate and swinging. That’s what it was like with Brave Belt and BTO, more and more desperate to get that home run. As a result, it made us cast aside some of the frivolities and distractions of the music business and get down to what we did best. We served our baptism of fire in Brave Belt and it forged a unity between us that was an integral ingredient in our later success with BTO. The road was our crucible. We earned our success the hard way. It wasn’t handed to us on a platter and that held us together.”

    – John Einarson, co-author of Randy Bachman: Takin’ Care Of Business (McArthur & Co.) with Randy Bachman.

  • Canned Wheat
    The Guess Who
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    Nineteen sixty-nine marked what the American media dubbed ‘the Canadian Invasion’ of the US pop charts. At the vanguard of an assault that included Anne Murray, Andy Kim, Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, the Original Caste, and The Band was Winnipeg’s Guess Who. By April 1969, their debut RCA single “These Eyes” had sold over a million copies earning the veteran Canadian quartet – Randy Bachman, Burton Cummings, Garry Peterson and Jim Kale – its first gold record. With RCA Records clamoring for a follow-up, the group returned to New York in May to lay down tracks for an album, Canned Wheat. Following the pastiche approach on Wheatfield Soul, the four determined to craft a more homogeneous sound on this effort. Meanwhile RCA pressured the group for another hit single in a similar soft-rock vein. On Canned Wheat, the Guess Who managed to achieve both goals: two hit singles and a cohesive album.

    “Because we had been around almost ten years by the time ‘These Eyes’ hit, we were much better prepared for the next album,” notes guitarist/songwriter Randy Bachman. “Some of those songs had already been in our sets dating back a few years.” Two numbers, “Laughing” and “Undun” were more recent and immediately pegged by producer Jack Richardson. “They came to New York, played them for me and I said ‘Okay we’ve got our single, let’s go.’” Sessions, however, would prove to be problematic.

    In contrast to their contemporaries, the Guess Who was a smooth running recording machine. “They were not long drawn out dates,” asserts Jack. “We were usually in and out in two weeks or not much more. The guys had the songs generally worked out before we went in.” But while Wheatfield Soul had been recorded independently, Canned Wheat would have to be cut at RCA studios. “Any artist signed to RCA at that time had to use their facilities which were a real archaeological discovery,” recalls Jack. Adds Randy, “We spent the first two days frustratingly trying to find a comfortable sound and gnashing our teeth with nothing to show for the time spent.”

    “We finished recording and went to mix it,” continues Jack, “and the damn thing wouldn’t come together at all. It was Memorial weekend in the States and the band was playing the Felt Forum in New York. I ran into the group’s road manager Jumbo Martin and said to him, ‘Get the band over to Phil Ramone’s A & R studios tonight at midnight. We’re going to re-record “Laughing” and “Undun”.’ I went up to the office of the head of RCA and I told him, ‘I’ve booked a session at A&R tonight and we’re going to re-record those two songs.’ ‘You can’t do that,’ he informed me. ‘Just try and stop me.’” We had it mixed by morning and I called RCA and told them we had the single. Everything was fine except that NABET, the recording engineers’ union, threatened to strike if the record was not recorded in their facilities. That got all worked out somehow but we still had the rest of the album to finish. I refused to go back to New York so Brian Christian and I remixed all the tracks to their maximum at RCA’s Mid America Recording studio in Chicago. We actually remixed ‘Laughing’ and ‘Undun’ just to bring them down a bit so that there wasn’t that tremendous difference between them and the other tracks.”

    By August, “Laughing” had peaked at #10 earning the group its second gold disk. “Undun was the B side and became a surprise hit when some deejays flipped the single,” states Jack. “Fortunately for us a lot of the retailers didn’t realize it was on a record they already had and reordered.” Indeed, Randy’s breezy jazz-flavored “Undun,” featuring Burton’s impressive flute work, remains one of the Guess Who’s best-loved songs. “‘Undun’ was totally alternative,” offers Randy. “There was nothing like it on Top 40 radio. It was so left field as a single.”

    Released in September 1969, Canned Wheat boasted an overall mellower sound with each track linked by quirky musical interludes provided by Burton and Randy. Propelled by the double-sided hit, the album includes a first attempt at “No Time”, a song later re-cut on their next album and another million-seller. “Of A Dropping Pin” had been a Canadian single a year earlier before being re-recorded for the album. “Old Joe”, the bittersweet “Minstrel Boy” and moody “6 AM Or Nearer” present the group’s softer, introspective side while “Key” offers drummer extraordinaire Garry Peterson a chance to shine. “Fair Warning” closes the album on a humorous note. Rolling Stone’s Lester Bangs termed Canned Wheat “refreshing” noting “a certain flaxen warmth and sunny clarity” to the album likening the group’s sound to both the Jefferson Airplane and Buffalo Springfield.

    Remastered from the original source tapes and with the addition of two tracks culled from Randy Bachman’s aborted final sessions with the group in March 1970, “Species Hawk” and “Silver Bird”, Canned Wheat is testament not only to the prolific Bachman-Cummings songwriting partnership but also to the talents of Canada’s greatest hitmakers.

    –John Einarson, author of American Woman: The Story of the Guess Who and Randy Bachman: Takin' Care of Business.

  • Let’s Go
    The Guess Who
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    Back in the 1960s, there was no national music industry in Canada. While several thriving music scenes existed across the country, there was no unifying link, no national star system, no national charts, not even national distribution for many of the record labels operating in these localized scenes. But one television show helped bridge the regional gap in the Canadian music industry and unite all Canadians: Music Hop.

    Weekdays at 5:30, the CBC, Canada's government funded national broadcaster, presented Music Hop, a half-hour cross-country music roundup that showcased the local flavour of five distinctive music settings. In doing so Music Hop brought regional talent to a wider audience and did much to foster a national music identity. Teens in Vancouver were introduced to artists from Halifax or Montreal. It allowed these artists to tour beyond their region boundaries and to release records nationally. It also helped boost the sagging fortunes of Canada’s best-known band, the Guess Who

    Beginning with Monday’s show emanating from Halifax, Frank's Bandstand hosted by local personality Frank Cameron featured Atlantic Canada’s finest artists and boasted an ensemble cast that often shared double duty on the other ‘down east’ music celebration Singalong Jubilee. Included in this talented crew was a young ex-gym teacher, Anne Murray, as well as Patrician Anne MacKinnon, Karen Oxley and among the backing musicians, known as the Offbeats, was future Emmylou Harris husband/record producer Brian Ahern. Next stop, Montreal's Tuesday episode hosted by Pierre Lalonde offering local Francophone music fare, such as the enigmatic Robert Charlebois, most of whom were relatively unknown to the rest of Canada due to Quebec's insular pop music fraternity. Wednesday was Toronto’s turn presenting the soul/R 'n' B sounds that dominated that particular scene with Norm Amadeo and the Rhythm Rockers as house band (including top session players like Red Shea and John Stockfish, both better known for backing Gordon Lightfoot) and featuring soul shouters like Eric Mercury or Shawn and Jay Jackson plus groups like the Big Town Boys, David Clayton Thomas, and the Yeomen. The Toronto edition was hosted by Mr. Jeopardy himself, Alex Trebek. Friday's Music Hop contribution, hosted by legendary deejay Red Robinson and Fred Latremouille, came from Vancouver and featured the more folk rock/hippy-trippy West Coast sounds from artists like Tom Northcott and Mother Tucker’s Yellow Duck. The house band, known as The Classics including Howie Vickers and Bill Henderson, would ultimately emerge a few years later as the Collectors to score several Canadian hits.

    Then there was Winnipeg's Thursday edition of Music Hop slot with an emphasis on the British Invasion sounds. Originally hosted by local rockabilly artist Ray St. Germain backed by the incomparable Lenny Breau Trio (Breau on guitar, Ron Halldorson on bass and Reg Kelln on drums), by 1967 the Winnipeg show had been renamed the more hip Let's Go. Former Guess Who singer Chad Allan was installed as host and, in an ironic twist, his ex-bandmates the Guess Who (singer/keyboard player Burton Cummings, guitarist Randy Bachman, Jim Kale on bass, and drummer Garry Peterson) served as backing group for Chad as well as performing on their own. While the Good Time Music Appreciation Society (Chad Allan, Micki Allen, Barry Stillwell, and Karen Marklinger) handled the lighter pop material, the Guess Who covering the harder edged rock hits of the day.

    The weekly show allowed the individual members of the Guess Who to develop their own unique personalities: Burton with his pretty boy good looks in black turtle necks and Beatle haircut, ankles crossed behind his Yamaha organ; Randy, cool, conservative, confident as leader; a moustachioed Jim, the ham in silly outfits, his outsized Mod tie hanging over his guitar strings; and Garry behind his drum kit in round dark sunglasses and capes, keeping it all together. One episode found the band decked out in fifties gear and greased up hair doing Bill Haley's “Rock Around the Clock” with Burton sporting a kiss curl and playing saxophone while Jim spun an upright bass.

    “That CBC show saved our necks," confirms Burton Cummings. Winnipeg’s favourite sons were on the verge of folding when CBC came calling in the spring of 1967 to enlist their services. Having scored an international hit in 1965 with “Shakin’ All Over”, a disastrous British trip had left the Guess Who demoralized and deeply in debt. But before they could land the lucrative gig (paying $1100 a week, money that went directly toward their debts), they had to employ a little subterfuge in order to pass an audition. “They wanted a band who could read music,” chuckles Randy Bachman. “Peterson and Cummings could read but Kale and I couldn't. We learned everything from records and we were a great jukebox band. I heard that Bob McMullin was doing the music, making up the lead sheets. We had to go in, they would give us sheet music, and we would have to play it in order to get the gig. So I phoned him a day or two before and asked him if he was done yet working out the lead sheets and he said no and he told me the names of the four songs he was working on. He didn't know that I wasn't supposed to know. We got the records, learned them, and it was easy. So we went down to the CBC studio, they plunked the sheet music in front of us, we looked at each other and whipped off these tunes. The producer, Larry Brown, came up to us afterwards and said, ‘You got the gig!’”

    For the next two years the Guess Who appeared every week on Let’s Go, notching up over sixty-five appearances before heading off to international stardom. They would pre-record the songs on Tuesday and tape the show on Wednesday for broadcast the next afternoon leaving the group free to gig on the weekends. “The Let's Go show was such hard work but people didn’t realize it,” stresses Burton Cummings. “On one show we had a thirty-piece orchestra and did the entire Sgt. Pepper album, the whole trip. It was incredible. Bob McMullin banged out the charts for all this stuff.” Indeed, the quartet’s uncanny ability to emulate artists as diverse as the Doors, Beatles, Zombies, Vanilla Fudge, and the Association, all included in this collection, reveals the depth of their immense talents, individually and collectively. “Some of the stuff we did on that CBC show was quite incredible,” boasts Randy. “We would go from Blue Cheer’s ‘Summertime Blues’, heavy metal screaming guitars, right into a pop number with the Winnipeg Symphony and from that into ‘Friends of Mine’ with a Gerry Mulligan avant-garde sax solo.”

    Let’s Go offered the Winnipeg group national exposure and a forum to promote their own records. “The first year was a real grind of learning songs, taping them then starting to learn the stuff for the next week,” Burton recalls. “But when we began the second season, Larry Brown said, ‘Look you guys, you’re established national television stars now. Here’s a perfect vehicle for original material. Why don’t you and Randy write and if I like it, I’ll let you do it on the show.’ Randy and I hadn’t realized what an opportunity we had in front of us.”

    With the Let’s Go show as motivation, Randy and Burton began collaborating as songwriters, forging a creative partnership destined to become the most successful songwriting team in Canadian music history. “Even with the differences in our personalities there was just a chemistry that happened between us and the result was some great music,” affirms Randy. Their collective experience covering a wide variety of artists’ material on Let’s Go gave them the opportunity to study the craft of songwriting and arranging and in doing so the two novice songwriters took their first tentative steps toward evolving their own signature style and sound, a sound that would change the face of popular music over the next five years. Many of their best-known compositions such as “These Eyes”, “No Time”, “Minstrel Boy” and “Key” (all included on this CD) first appeared on Let’s Go long before being recorded by the group. In the fall of 1967, under the aegis of Coca-Cola, the Guess Who cut five tracks at Hallmark Studios in Toronto for an album that teamed them with Ottawa’s Staccatos. Those Wild Pair tracks – “I Need Your Company”, “Mr. Nothin’”, “Very Far From Near”, “Heygoode Hardy”, and “Somewhere Up High” – made their public debut first on Let’s Go (and are also included in this compilation). “We started to play our own original songs on the TV show to see how well they would fit in with the hits,” adds Randy, “and it worked.”

    “It’s impossible to put a monetary value on the lifetime benefits we’ve enjoyed as a result of doing that weekly TV show,” Randy acknowledges. “It firmly cemented us as a band, gave us national acceptance and recognition, took us giant steps ahead in forging ‘our sound’, and was the genesis of the Bachman-Cummings songwriting partnership that became so successful.”

    Included in this rare and precious collection of long-lost tracks culled from two seasons of Let’s Go is indisputable evidence not only that the Guess Who were the finest cover band in the country but affirmation, as if anyone needed it, that they were Canada’s very first superstars. Enjoy!

  • Live at the Paramount
    The Guess Who
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    The Guess Who Live At Carnegie Hall! Well, that’s what this album was supposed to be titled, a live recording at New York’s legendary concert venue, the one and only time Canada’s greatest hit makers were booked to play that venerable institution. However fate intervened to deny them that honor and instead what we have is Live At The Paramount in Seattle. But the Guess Who’s misfortune ultimately turned in their favor.

    With the abrupt departure of founding guitarist Randy Bachman in May 1970 (as “American Woman” hit #1), the remaining members of the group – singer/keyboard player Burton Cummings, bass player Jim Kale, and drummer Garry Peterson, all from Winnipeg, Canada – brought in two new recruits, Kurt Winter and Greg Leskiw, also from Winnipeg, to man the vacant guitar slot. While follow-up albums and singles failed to emulate previous chart placings, the group remained a solid concert draw with a legion of loyal fans throughout the US and Canada. With a reputation for a kick ass live show the time seemed ripe for a live album. Plans were hatched to record their Carnegie Hall debut on March 29, 1972 midway through a tour in support of their recently released Rockin’ album, a stripped down, back to basics rock ‘n’ roll record after the more experimental So Long, Bannatyne. But three dates into the tour, following a concert in Corpus Christi, Texas on March 17, Greg Leskiw jumped ship citing the rigors of the road. Rather than cancel the remainder of the tour, which included the much-anticipated Carnegie Hall appearance, the four members called close friend Donnie McDougall back in Winnipeg. A former member of the respected Vancouver group Mother Tucker’s Yellow Duck currently toiling in Winnipeg beer parlors with The Vicious Circle, Donnie flew out to meet the Guess Who in Phoenix, Arizona the next day and promptly learned their entire set literally overnight. He made his debut the following evening. The band never missed a beat and proceeded en route to Carnegie Hall.

    The night before that coveted engagement however, Burton Cummings, regarded by critics, fans and peers as one of the finest voices in rock ‘n’ roll, blew those golden tonsils partying a little too hearty. “The next day he couldn’t even talk,” recalled lead guitarist Kurt Winter, in an interview before his untimely death in 1997. “Everybody else wanted him to go onstage but I told him, ‘Don’t blow your voice and your whole career on one gig. It’s not worth it. We’ll get another crack at Carnegie Hall,’ though we never did.” Adds producer Jack Richardson, “We had everything set up that day to record. It was expensive to cancel.” Burton remains contrite. “I have never forgiven myself for robbing all five of us of that wonderful niche in an otherwise lousy business.”

    The group now set its sights on recording a two-night stand in Seattle at the end of the tour. “Seattle was always good to us,” remembers road manager Jim Martin. “We had played that market before, we had done three days at the Seattle Pop Festival a few years earlier, and the Paramount was such a neat venue. We played there earlier in the tour and had a lot of friends in that area. They loved the Guess Who.” With the recent mid-tour personnel shuffle, the extension allowed the five the opportunity to gel as a unit and rehearse three new songs in preparation for the Seattle engagement.

    On Monday, May 22, producer Jack Richardson and engineer Brian Christian flew into Seattle where Wally Heider’s mobile recording facility waited to capture two magical nights at the elegant Paramount Theater. “The concerts were sponsored by a local radio station so everyone got in free,” recalls Jack. “The place was full to capacity both nights.” But once again the gods interceded to stymie the group. While the first night’s recording proceeded without a hitch capturing a spirited set, the second night proved to be a waste of tape. Bass player Jim Kale went off the rails scuttling the performance. “They opened the curtains and Kale went ‘clunk’ right on his face,” Kurt Winter recalled. “Jimmy discovered that Scotch and valium do not mix,” laughs Jack. Jim Martin ran out and placed a chair under him for the duration of the evening. “Brian Christian and I were in the mobile truck and we could hear that Jimmy was three beats behind everybody else,” continues Jack. “I remember sneaking down to the stage to turn his amp down so at least we could overdub the bass later but when I did he turned around and cranked it up again. Brian and I were laughing in the truck. At the end of the concert Garry Peterson was so pissed off he drove his drumsticks through his drum heads.” The band cut their set short to beat a hasty retreat. It would prove to be Jim’s swan song with the Guess Who.

    Despite all the tribulations, Live At The Paramount proved to be a far stronger representation of the group’s dynamic live show than the Carnegie Hall date would have been. “It was a typical live date and you rely on the band to get it right,” attests Jack. “There are no second takes when you’re recording live. The band had a high degree of energy that first night, a magic, and it was well recorded. It reveals how tight the band was having just added Donnie.”

    Using only the first night performance, the group open with the Cummings-Winter composition “Pain Train” featuring Kurt’s searing lead guitar work, and follow with a perennial concert favorite, the rollicking “Albert Flasher”. Burton’s bluesy take on “New Mother Nature,” excised from “No Sugar Tonight” after Randy Bachman’s departure, boasts a guitar solo by newcomer Don McDougall. The first new number of the set, Burton and Kurt’s “Runnin’ Back To Saskatoon”, is a clever poke at prairie life and Kurt’s all-time favorite Guess Who number. Peterson’s tom toms and the twin lead guitar assault of “Rain Dance” propel it along while “These Eyes,” the group’s first million-seller, and Burton’s introspective solo “Sour Suite” (46201, by the way, is the zip code for Indianapolis) slow the pace, revealing their delicate touch with a ballad. Don McDougall steps into the spotlight with “Glace Bay Blues,” a rare acoustic gem written (though uncredited until now) with former Vicious Circle band mates Garry and Blair MacLean who hail from Glace Bay, Nova Scotia. “That concert was the first time ‘Glace Bay Blues’ was performed live,” states Jack Richardson. Kurt Winter had brought “Hand Me Down World” with him from his previous group Brother and it became his debut single with the Guess Who. Here, the group offers a heavier, more driving arrangement.

    The extended rendition of “American Woman” is a tour de force and the centerpiece of the group’s live shows. Always a crowd-pleaser, the song had taken on a life of its own. “It wasn’t a planned thing,” recalled Kurt. “It just kept getting longer and longer and evolved. The crowd would go wacko.” Drummer Garry Peterson’s powerful drum solo in mid song reveals his amazing technique, notably on the tasty jazz interlude. Burton is in fine form whether spitting out the venomous lyrics, scat-singing or ably manning harmonica and flute. For their Paramount set, the group segue from “American Woman” into a new number once again borne from an elongated on-stage jam. “We’d done ‘Truckin’ Off Across The Sky’ only once before that night,” maintained Kurt. “It just came at the end of ‘American Woman’. Burton started singing that line so I changed chords right away, we all looked at each other and followed.” The gospel-tinged anthem “Share The Land” and “No Time”, the single that broke the group’s soft rock run in 1970, close out a compelling set.

    Released in August 1972, Live At The Paramount notched an impressive #39 in Billboard bettering their last two efforts and yielding a minor hit single with “Runnin’ Back To Saskatoon.” Rolling Stone magazine declared, “Live At The Paramount proves once and for all that this band can rock… it has to rank as one of the most fun to listen to. Avid fans of the group will play this more than any other Guess Who album they own.” Emerging from a pivotal point in the group’s career, Live At The Paramount has stood the test of time to become one of the best-loved of the entire Guess Who catalog. “I think that album came at a crossroads for the band,” offers Jack Richardson. “They were going through some emotional changes and all the personnel shuffles were beginning.”

    Completely restored from the original Monday night performance source tapes, entirely remixed, digitally remastered and boasting six previously unreleased tracks, what you have here is truly the best of the Guess Who, live.

    –John Einarson, author of American Woman: The Story Of The Guess Who and Randy Bachman: Takin’ Care Of Business

  • Platinum Gold
    The Guess Who
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    “Give me the Guess Who!” proclaims Lester Bangs’ character (played by Philip Seymour Hoffman) sporting an authentic Guess Who smiling beaver t-shirt in Cameron Crowe’s autobiographical film Almost Famous. “They have the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic.” Like his fictional namesake, the real Lester Bangs, rock journalism guru and visionary, was an unabashed Guess Who fan. “The Guess Who managed to catch the essence of American rock ‘n’ roll,” he gushed. “They are reflective of a peculiarly viable spirit which is purely Canadian because it refracts the American experience in an ironic, not to say distorted, light, a graph of the confused Canadian fascination with America.”

    It is all too easy to dismiss the music of the Guess Who – Randy Bachman, Burton Cummings, Jim Kale, and Garry Peterson – as mere pop music fodder. Between 1969 and 1970, the Canadian-based group notched up an extraordinary run of Top 10 hit singles outselling contemporaries like Creedence Clearwater Revival, Three Dog Night and even the Beatles during that period. They held the #1 position for three weeks in May 1970 with American Woman and sold more singles that year than any other artist, according to Billboard magazine. Twenty-nine years later Lenny Kravitz took American Woman back to the top of the charts.

    Despite personnel changes that saw Kurt Winter, Greg Leskiw, Bill Wallace, Donnie McDougall and Domenic Troiano come and go, the group continued to dip its feet in the Top 20 through to 1975 boasting an envious string of singles including These Eyes, Laughing, Undun, No Time, American Woman, Share The Land, Hand Me Down World, Albert Flasher, Glamour Boy, Star Baby, Clap For The Wolfman and Dancin’ Fool. “We had hit records when it wasn’t fashionable to have hit records,” muses singer / songwriter Burton Cummings. “There was a subculture feeling in those days that success meant you were a wimp.”

    However the Guess Who were no wimps. Their impact is far greater than a mere accounting of record sales or chart positions. Numbering among their legion of fans and admirers the likes of Dick Clark (who describes the group as rock innovators and ambassadors of Canadian music), rock writers Lester Bangs, Cameron Crowe and Lenny Kaye, Howard Stern, and the late Wolfman Jack, Led Zeppelin’s Robert Plant, Neil Young, Lenny Kravitz, Steve Cropper, Julian Cope, Steve Vai, members of Steely Dan, the Eagles, Rush, the Who, Buffalo Springfield, and Van Halen, the Guess Who’s legacy is often underestimated in the annals of rock ‘n’ roll.

    Rolling Stone magazine dubbed them “one of rock’s most consistently fascinating maverick bands, with a succession of meritous songs that has few equals among contemporary North American groups.” Staples of classic rock and oldies radio as well as in feature films including American Beauty, Almost Famous, Cable Guy, Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, and Jackie Brown, their songs remain timeless.

    “Their songs all contain the one thing that any hit single needs to make it a hit single,” suggests journalist, archivist and punk rock pioneer Lenny Kaye. “Once you’ve heard it, you never stop hearing it, a little soundtrack that sets itself to everything and anything. It’s all amazingly accessible, a bit familiar, nearly an entire history of post-Beatles rock ‘n’ roll. The touch, as those little gold disks always prove, of genius.”

    Accomplishing all this from the backwaters of Canada was no mean feat. “The Guess Who was the Canadian music industry in the 1960s,” suggests guitarist / songwriter Randy Bachman. Indeed, the history of Canadian rock ‘n’ roll is generally denoted as ‘BGW’ and ‘AGW’: Before the Guess Who and After the Guess Who. “There really wasn’t another group on a national level in Canada like the Guess Who,” notes Billboard magazine correspondent Larry LeBlanc. “American Woman is like the Canadian rock anthem because that’s where modern day Canadian rock music began. And their recordings still stand up today.” By 1970, the Guess Who had sold more records than the entire Canadian music industry combined to that point, and all without forsaking their homeland. “When American Woman reached number one in Billboard,” asserts Burton Cummings, “the stigma of Canada being inferior died forever. Someone had to do it first and I’m proud that it was us.”

    The Guess Who literally gave birth to the Canadian music industry and legitimacy to Canadian music itself earning gold and platinum singles and albums (the first ever platinum album award for a Canadian group), forging the necessary contacts with the record companies, booking agents, promoters, rock media and radio, playing venues from the Fillmores (East and West) and Japan’s fabled Budokan to the White House and every arena, stadium, pop festival and concert hall in between. “Back in the sixties there was no road out of Canada unless you left for good, like Neil Young or Joni Mitchell,” notes Randy Bachman. “But with our own bare hands we knocked down the trees to make that road, the road everyone has traveled on ever since.”

    Acknowledged as Canada’s first rock ‘n’ roll superstars, the Guess Who’s achievements stand tall in the evolution of popular music as innovators, craftsmen, groundbreakers, and ambassadors. They made Canadian rock international.

    –John Einarson, author of American Woman: The Story Of The Guess Who

  • Share The Land
    Guess Who
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    It was Saturday afternoon May 16, 1970 and Canada’s Guess Who were headlining New York’s legendary Fillmore East later that evening. “American Woman” was #1 in Billboard for the second week running (and would remaining there for an unprecedented third week). Three members – singer/keyboard player Burton Cummings, bassist Jim Kale and drummer Garry Peterson – sat in a downtown hotel room contemplating the group’s immediate future. Moments earlier a nasty confrontation had resulted in the three ousting the group’s leader, guitarist Randy Bachman, for what they perceived as his manipulating the group for his own personal agenda. Emotions ran high; anger and resentment boiled over. No one gave much thought to what the decision could mean to the group. Now, alone in their hotel room, the remaining members pondered where to turn.

    Two phone calls were placed back home to Winnipeg, Canada. Kurt Winter, a self-styled meat and potatoes blues rock guitarist with the group Brother, and Greg Leskiw, an eclectic folk and jazz picker in Wild Rice, were the city’s top guitar players. With Burton favoring Kurt and Jim preferring Greg, it was Garry who broke the deadlock by suggesting the group draft both players. “I was pretty astonished when Burton called,” admits Greg. “But I’d have to have been a fool to turn down an offer like that.” Kurt had a strong commitment to Brother, a power trio playing all original material that Burton described as the best live band he had ever seen. Nonetheless, on June 4 it was announced that the two guitarists had joined the top-selling band in the world.

    “It was a good move on the band’s part getting the two of us,” offers Greg, “because it took the focus away from being compared to Randy. Kurt and I had different styles. There was no way I could have replaced Randy by myself.” Given the nicknames Wee Laertis (Kurt) and Mr. Moore (Greg), the two newcomers found their divergent styles worked well within the Guess Who. “Greg and I never argued about parts,” acknowledged Kurt, in an interview before his tragic death in 1997. “There was no competition between us. For the singles and the solos, I had a bit more of a knack for that than he did. But for other parts, I couldn’t even begin to understand how he arrived at his parts.”

    The Guess Who wasted little time integrating its new members into the fold. With Randy gone, Burton needed a new writing partner and found collaborating with both Kurt and Greg equally rewarding. As road manager Jim Millican observed, “Greg and Kurt represented the yin and yang in Cummings’ personality. If he was in a softer frame of mind he gravitated towards Greg. If he was in a bitter, harsh, ‘fighting-with-the world’ frame of mind, he wrote with Kurt.” The polarity only added to the group’s creative strength. “Cummings and I thought alike,” mused Kurt. “We wrote along the same veins. He and I roomed together on the road and would always be doing crazy stuff together. Greg was more of a loner and wrote tunes mostly by himself.”

    Following rehearsals to work out new material at Garnet Amplifiers’ shop in Winnipeg and a short tour that included a controversial performance for Tricia Nixon at the White House where they were urged not to play “American Woman”, the quintet flew to RCA’s Mid America Recording Center in Chicago in early July to record an album to follow-up the platinum-selling American Woman. Despite a number of tracks already in the can from an earlier session with Bachman, Burton determined that the new lineup present a fresh new face. “We decided to start over and that gave the group a tremendous level of enthusiasm,” states producer Jack Richardson. “It was a rebirth for them.”

    With “American Woman” beginning to slide off the charts, the first order of business was a new single. Kurt had written “Hand Me Down World” with his Brother mates Bill Wallace and Vance Masters and brought the driving rocker to the sessions. “Kurt came into the band with a great catalog of tunes that were Guess Who-ready,” states Greg. Released that summer, it was a topical single that rocketed into the Top Twenty reassuring Guess Who fans that the group could still deliver the goods.

    Embued with a renewed joie de vivre the album sessions progressed smoothly with the two new members given ample leeway to shape the sound and style of the material. “The door was completely open for us in terms of the music and the writing,” acknowledges Greg. “Those guys were wonderful to us. They made us feel welcome right from the outset.” Greg contributed the quirky country-flavored “Coming Down Off The Money Bag” which featured Burton, in the guise of one Jelly Roll Kirkpatrick (Kirkpatrick being his mother’s maiden name), wailing the bluesy “Song Of The Dog” in the middle (sung through a Leslie organ speaker cabinet rendering his vocals a suitably gravely tone). “I had just started writing,” recalls Greg, “and that was one of about four songs I had when I joined.” The two collaborated on the tasty “Moan For You Joe”, a jazzy little number that showcased the group’s lighter touch and Burton and Greg’s jazz stylings. Burton had written “Share The Land” prior to Randy’s departure but found the new lineup more receptive to its egalitarian theme. As a follow-up single to “Hand Me Down World”, “Share The Land” earned the group another trip up the charts. Its message of sharing was misconstrued by several Midwestern radio stations as promoting communism and was subsequently banned from some play lists. Nevertheless, the single made it to #10 that fall.

    The searing twin guitar assault of the Cummings-Winter collaboration “Hang On To Your Life” offered the heaviest track the group had ever recorded along with a timely anti-hard drugs message and became the third single drawn from the album (reaching a disappointing #43). Drawing once again from his Brotherlode, Kurt contributed the rollicking “Bus Rider”, the first song on the album setting the pace for the rest of the tracks. A perennial concert favorite and show opener for years to come, “Bus Rider” was kept from being a hit single in its own right only by the phrase “goddamn” which was still deemed a bit risqué for AM radio at the time. The gorgeous “Do You Miss Me Darlin’” with its lush harmonies sprang from two song threads. Burton had the verses while Kurt added the chorus from another Brother number. “There were umpteen things that the Guess Who ended up stealing from Brother’s repertoire once Kurt joined the band,” acknowledges Burton. The Steve Winwood/Traffic-inspired “Three More Days” closed out the album allowing the group to stretch out in a progressive rock vein and Burton the opportunity to add his flute playing talents to the mix.

    Released in September 1970, Share The Land was a worthy successor to American Woman reaching #14 on the Billboard album charts, earning the group another in a long line of gold records and prompting Rolling Stone magazine to dub the Guess Who “One of rock’s most consistently fascinating maverick bands.” The album garnered critical praise from reviewers for its consistently solid writing and execution. It also opened new doors for the group on the burgeoning FM radio band. Indeed, Burton had been seeking acceptance from the hipper FM subculture and to distance the group from the perception of being mere AM pop stars. It was within that context that Share The Land was conceived. “We wanted respect as musicians,” asserted Kurt, “rather than just some rinky-dink robots who just played AM singles.” Adds Jim Millican, “Being Gary Puckett and the Union Gap was Burton’s greatest fear. He was continually striving to break that image of him as a pop singer.” Heavier and more eclectic, Share The Land revealed a group that, far from disintegrating in the wake of a key departure, had drawn strength from it to craft a new attitude, sound and purpose. “It was a lot more of a kick-ass album,” boasts Burton.

    Remastered from the original source tapes and with the addition of two rare tracks culled from Randy Bachman’s aborted final sessions with the group in March 1970, the driving “Palmyra” and more progressive “The Answer”, Share The Land goes a long wayto dispelling the Guess Who’s pop image.

    –John Einarson, author of American Woman: The Story of the Guess Who and Randy Bachman: Takin' Care of Business.

  • This Time Long Ago
    The Guess Who
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    Few bands ever get a second grab at the brass ring. The music business is not noted for being forgiving and failure to follow up a hit can be the kiss of death. In 1965, Winnipeg’s Guess Who scored a surprise North American hit with their raucous rendition of Shakin’ All Over. Subsequent releases fell on deaf ears and by 1967 their fortunes had ebbed. Through remarkable dedication, tenacity and perseverance the Guess Who – Randy Bachman, Burton Cummings, Jim Kale and Garry Peterson - kept at it, drawing strength from each hurdle placed before them. That determination paid off in the spring of 1969 when These Eyes, an original composition from the pen of Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings, sold over a million copies followed soon after by four more million sellers.

    All those who had written them off as one hit wonders were forced to swallow their words as the Guess Who went on to be one the most successful international recording artists of 1970 and Canada’s first bone fide supergroup.

    The recordings included in this long overdue double collection are in many ways the ‘Great Lost Guess Who Album’, their transition from Canada’s best kept secret to the world stage as ambassadors of homegrown Canadian rock. Between 1966 and 1968 the group worked relentlessly, releasing a series of well-crafted singles and appearing weekly on national television all the while honing their writing talents in a distinctive pop sound. It was this period, fraught with far more downs than ups, that forged a unique bond between the four musicians and an indomitable resolve to succeed against formidable odds.

    In June, 1966 founder and lead singer Chad Allan bowed out of the Guess Who following recording of their third album, It’s Time. Burton Cummings, already onboard on keyboards six months earlier, stepped forward to assume lead vocal duties. For the next four years the line-up would stabilize around the familiar quartet of Bachman, Cummings, Kale, and Peterson.

    In early September 1966, accompanied by manager/producer Bob Burns, the group traveled to Kay Bank studios in Minneapolis to cut their next single, their first post-Chad Allan release. The track laid down for the A side was a soft ballad. “Whitey Haines was the BMI representative in the area,” relates Bob Burns, “and he got ahold of me and said he had this song, His Girl, by Johnny Cowell. I read the lyrics and liked it but the melody sucked. Randy hated it but I told them to come up with an arrangement that they could live with.” That arrangement was simple and understated with electric piano arpeggios, guitar ‘chinks’ on the downbeat, and Burton presenting a lighter side to his considerable vocal abilities. Garnet Amplifiers’ owner Gar Gillies added a muted trombone solo in the middle break. Closing the number with a novel “Oh la ta ta ta ta ta a a la ta” sealed the song in the hearts of listeners.

    Released in December, 1966, His Girl was a gamble, a softer number from

    a band noted for rockers, but nevertheless a solid effort that received considerable air play across Canada reaching #19 by February of 1967.

    The three other songs cut during that session couldn't have been further apart in approach from His Girl. Randy's It's My Pride, with its driving ‘chunka chunka’ rhythm and fuzz tone bass line was the heaviest track the band had ever cut. “That one featured a Stinger fuzz bass solo from Jim Kale,” boasts Randy, “and had some 5/4 bars in the chorus. It was a cool song and radical sound for the time.” It was destined for the B side of His Girl. If You Don't Want Me, a hook-laden Cummings original, offered a similar hard edge but remained unreleased for another year.

    The final track involved a bit of novelty in a bid to broaden the group’s national appeal. Over the existing music track for Believe Me, a Paul Revere and the Raiders’ influenced raver from Randy released earlier that year, Burton overdubbed a French translation provided by his former French teacher at St. John’s High School with the others shouting “Croyez-Moi” in the chorus. “Burton had really wanted to sing Believe Me but we let Chad Allan do it because he was leaving,” Randy recalls. “Then a little while later Burton came to us and said he had an idea to sing it in French. I’m sure his pronunciation is terrible.” The single was never released and remains one of the Guess Who’s rarest recordings, appearing in public for the first time here.

    In a surprise move, Quality Records licensed His Girl to the independent King Records in Britain. “John Edward was an A & R man for King Records,” Bob Burns recalls, “and he called me long distance to tell me that he wanted to add some strings.” Edward transferred the three track master to four tracks using the extra track to overdub a lush string score and glockenspiel, remixing the song to bring up the acoustic guitar rhythm. “I didn't know at the time that he was also going to overdub Garry's drums, which he did, giving it a bit stronger drum feel,” adds Bob. The resulting recording bathed Burton's tender vocals in sweet strings giving the single a richer, fuller sound.

    His Girl managed a #45 placing on the British charts the week of February 16, 1967, quite a feat for an unknown Canadian act. Wasting little time in seeking to capitalize on that fact Burns set about arranging a British tour. “We jumped at the chance,” enthuses Randy. “We jumped so high neither us nor our management team got any contracts signed before we flew off to London. It was like our dream come true having our record in the British charts. Our departure at the Winnipeg International Airport was a huge affair. Family, friends, fans, press and radio were all there to see us off.”

    Borrowing the money to finance the trip, the group set off on February 20, 1967 in anticipation of a big welcome. “Bob Burns told us everything was rosy,” admits Burton, “but indeed when we got over there things were far from it - no contracts, no gigs, nothing. We didn't even have enough money to get back home.” The tour proved to be an unmitigated disaster with the band never playing a single engagement.

    “When we had our meeting with King Records’ president Philip Solomon,” recalls Randy ruefully, “we were stunned by the long term and small dollars we were offered to record and tour. It was presented as a ‘take it or leave it’ situation so we left it.” Determined to make the best of a bad situation, “we pooled our money, all shared a hotel room and said, ‘How long can we stay? Twelve days? Okay, we're here, let's get into England’” remembers Randy.

    In the midst of the confusion, the Guess Who were thrown a bone in the form

    of a recording session. “Tony Hiller was the manager of Mills Music, one of the largest publishing companies in Britain,” notes Burns, “and was more than willing to lend a helping hand to the guys for some sessions after the money Mills Music had made off of Shakin' All Over.” Two young songwriters, Jerome Langley and Jimmy Stewart, were dispatched to the band's hotel to offer their wares including This Time Long Ago and Miss Felicity Grey. “We loved both those songs so we made a deal to record them,” explains Burton recalling how the band managed to lay down four tracks at Regent Sound studios on March 3, 1967 during two three hour sessions. “We knew how to record quickly,” smiles Randy. “We also cut Flying On The Ground Is Wrong by Neil Young off the first Buffalo Springfield album that had just been released. Neil had played us an acetate back in Winnipeg.” The Guess Who transformed their old Winnipeg buddy's moodier album track into an engaging, uptempo pop tune released as a single in Canada that October.

    With arrangements by Cy Payne, Hiller's production effectively utilized horns to give the band a much fuller sound best illustrated on the catchy This Time Long Ago, a Canadian hit later that summer. “We laid down the tracks in one day and the arranger went home, wrote the horn charts, and overdubbed them the following day,” notes Randy. “At first we didn’t like the horns and that silly glockenspiel but the tracks sort of sounded like a Hollies/Fortunes kind of thing.” The final track, There's No Getting Away From You, was composed in the London studio by Randy under the pseudonym Spencer Charles due to contractual obligations which prevented using his own name. “I wrote it in a Walker Brothers - Burt Bacharach style on the piano and I can hardly play the piano,” laughs Randy. “There's No Getting Away From You was a very good song,” boasts Burton. “At the time I felt it should have been an A side. I liked it so much that I considered re-recording it myself several years later on one of my solo albums.” All four songs were ultimately released in Britain on two Fontana singles. Three were later released in Canada but the exquisitely delicate Miss Felicity Grey remained unissued until this collection.

    The significance of those London sessions cannot be minimized. They reveal what the Guess Who could accomplish in the hands of an experienced producer and skillful arranger coupled with decent recording facilities. Those four songs stand light years ahead of the group’s previous studio efforts. In Hiller’s capable hands, the Guess Who sound more confident and professional, no longer a band emulating the styles of others but beginning to craft their own pop sound. The London sessions were the all-important transition from the formative Winnipeg years to the world-class artists the Guess Who would soon become under the direction of producer Jack Richardson. Indeed, the songs from those sessions would serve as the catalyst in attracting Richardson to the group the following year.

    Returning home, tails between their legs, the band took time off to assess their predicament. “We snuck back into town,” remembers Burton, “and I hid in my house for weeks ashamed to go out. We were in debt and it looked hopeless.” Facing public humiliation, a staggering $25,000 debt coupled with an uncertain future, the band considered breaking up before determining instead to soldier.

    With no other options, the Guess Who resumed a punishing pace playing high schools, country dances, clubs, noon hour sock hops, fashion shows, wherever someone would pay them. “It was so far down the line for us that there was only one way out,” states Burton, “and that was to make it. So that's what kept us going.”

    In late spring 1967, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation came calling with an offer to star in their nationally televised weekly Winnipeg-based television show Let's Go. Weekdays at 5:30, the CBC presented Music Hop, a cross-country music roundup that showcased the local flavour of five distinctive music scenes. Thursday was Winnipeg’s turn. But before they could secure the coveted gig, the Guess Who had to audition. This would involved a little subterfuge.

    “Larry Brown was the producer,” recalls Randy with a chuckle, “and he asked if we could read charts which were to be written by the show’s musical director, Bob McMullin. We said, ‘Yes, of course!’ It was a desperate bluff. We learned everything from records. A few days before the scheduled audition I called Bob and asked about his progress in writing the charts. He was nice enough to tell me both the titles he had finished and not yet finished. So I went out and bought the records, called a band rehearsal and we learned the songs to a ‘T’. At the audition the charts were put in front of us, and not only did we play them perfectly, we sounded exactly like the records. Our bluff paid off and we got the job. The gig lasted through two years and some seventy-eight national weekly TV shows.” The show paid the group $1100 per week which went directly to paying their debts.

    Included in this collection are nineteen gems culled from those long lost television shows revealing both the Guess Who’s uncanny ability to cover other artists expertly as well as their own burgeoning songwriting talents. “We were always a very good cover band,” stresses Burton, “and strove to be the first ones to do the new whatever.” The Troggs’ Love Is All Around, spotlighting bass player Jim Kale along with Burton on vocals, Blue Cheer’s proto-heavy metal Summertime Blues, and two versions of Light My Fire illustrate the Guess Who’s talent at recreating the hits of the day. Their incredible versatility is showcased on Jose Feliciano’s flamenco-flavoured, pop jazz treatment of The Doors’ hit Light My Fire which surprisingly outsold the Doors’ psychedelic original at the time. Accompanied by the Winnipeg Symphony, Burton tackles the intricate jazz phrasing with ease backed by Randy’s nimble nylon string guitar work and Garry’s percussion. Shifting comfortably back to rock, their take on The Doors’ own version is near perfect.

    The London experience had left an indelible mark on the band’s sound. “We came back from England as failures,” notes Randy, “but we brought back the first Cream single, the first Hendrix single, we had seen all these new bands. We came home and played some of this stuff as part of our show but people didn't know what it was. Two weeks later they were coming back to hear those same numbers.” The group’s version of The Cream hit White Room reveals their ability to emulate the acid rock sounds of the day.

    With psychedelia in full bloom the group jumped in headfirst and their own experiments are included here with Randy’s Sitar Saga and Shadows Cross The Shadows, a spacey Cummings original. “Sitar Saga was a humble attempt at a Beatles’ type East Indian trip written by me with the others jamming along,” notes Randy whose adept fingering of the complex 16 stringed instrument popularized by Ravi Shankar and George Harrison makes one wonder whether he had, in fact, been born along the Ganges rather than the Red River. The song also features Burton’s early flute work. Amazingly he had only been playing the instrument a matter of months and was already an imaginative and accomplished player able to improvise around Randy’s intricate melody. Shadows Cross The Shadows, a definite nod in the direction of The Cream’s Tales Of Brave Ulysses, showcases Burton’s growing penchant for mind-expanding poetic lyricism.

    At the conclusion of their first season on Let’s Go in early 1968, the Guess Who were approached by producer Jack Richardson to record an album marketed by Coca-Cola. The success of A Wild Pair, teaming the Guess Who and Ottawa’s Staccatos, encouraged Jack to gamble on the Winnipeg group’s future by forming the Nimbus 9 label exclusively to record them. But before they could do so, the Guess Who needed to secure a release from Quality Records so concocted a bold plan. “We decided to do something so bad that they would let us go,” laughs Randy. “We went down to Gar Gillies' shop and recorded Pretty Blues Eyes, this old Steve Lawrence record, like His Girl. To really make it bad Garry Peterson is playing a Coke bottle and an electric drill, there’s an authentic cowbell, Cummings sings through a megaphone and does a Walter Brennan impersonation and in the middle, Gar does this drunken sounding trombone solo.” To be safe, they also recorded a straight version (both are included here). But the scheme backfired. “They liked it and released it. So we had to buy our way out of our recording contract for $1000 and give up all future royalties.”

    Quality would ultimately reap the benefits of the group’s later success by reissuing their vast catalogue of early Guess Who tracks in a myriad of budget compilations with nary a penny going to the band. Nevertheless, freed of their contract, the group threw in their lot with Jack. It would prove to be the best $1000 the band ever spent.

    “It’s impossible to put a monetary value on the lifetime benefits we’ve enjoyed as a result of doing that weekly TV show,” stresses Randy. “It firmly cemented us as a band, gave us national acceptance and recognition, took us giant steps ahead in forging ‘our sound’, and was the genesis of the Bachman-Cummings songwriting partnership that became so successful.” Let’s Go offered the two a perfect platform to develop original material. “Randy and I owe Larry Brown a real vote of thanks,” maintains Burton. “When we began the second season, Larry said, ‘Why don't you and Randy write and if I like it, I'll let you do it on the show. Randy and I wanted to be songwriters at that time, even more than being in a band.”

    “Every Saturday we would sit down at Burton's mother's house and write songs,” continues Randy, “just putting together ideas. We would scribble down ideas all week and get together on Saturday mornings to share them. It was something we looked forward to. Even with the differences in our personalities we still clicked.” Adds Burton, “Randy would write half finished songs and I would write half finished songs and nine times out of ten we'd put them together and they would work.” Out of that unique collaboration came two early singles included here as performed on Let’s Go, the psychedelic When Friends Fall Out and the lyrically more sophisticated Of A Dropping Pin, along with the group’s groundbreaking album Wheatfield Soul. Long before their official release on vinyl, many of those songs were debuted nationally on Let’s Go. “We started to play our own original songs on the TV show to see how well they would fit in with the hits,” recalls Randy, “and it worked.”

    Seven of those numbers are included here in early form produced by Larry Brown and featuring orchestral arrangements by Bob McMullin with members of the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra. We’re Coming To Dinner is a jazzy piece inspired by the movie of the same name. “Burton and I always liked that Georgie Fame, Mose Allison jazz stuff,” offers Randy (a style emulated on Fame’s arrangement of the standard I’m In The Mood For Love). The integration of horns and flute offer almost a big band swing jazz feel compared with the guitar-heavy album version. A Wednesday In Your Garden remains one of Randy’s most exquisite compositions, a song that could easily have been a hit single in its own right. These Eyes would earn the group its first gold record. “These Eyes took the already established groove of His Girl and Pretty Blue Eyes to the next level,” suggests Randy. “With some great chords in the chorus and a top notch vocal from Burton, it was the basic idea that was re-recorded in New York.” Pink Wine Sparkles In The Glass (with its reference to Neil Young), Burton’s gorgeous I Found Her In A Star, and the quirky, Sgt. Pepperish Maple Fudge included here all offer slight variations in arrangements that bring the orchestration superbly to the fore.

    Both 6 A.M. Or Nearer and Proper Stranger would appear on subsequent Guess Who albums but are featured in this collection in their early embryonic form as the group worked out arrangements. Closing out this collection is Randy and Burton's Doors' influenced Friends Of Mine, an extended freakout offering Burton’s own vision of Jim Morrison’s stream of consciousness lyricism and Randy’s innovative guitar work. “This version was psychedelic free form rock with the cats from the Winnipeg Symphony and a Roland Kirk-style jazz sax ending,” states Randy. “It’s a fitting conclusion to this chapter of the band’s music and the next step towards our future sounds and success.”

    Indeed, with the release of Wheatfield Soul in early 1969, the Guess Who stood poised to conquer the world. The struggles of the previous years, the triumphs and heartbreak, had been their crucible and would serve them in good stead as the band prepared to mount the world stage.

    –John Einarson, author of American Woman: The Story Of The Guess Who (Quarry Press)


  • Windmills
    Rick Roberts
    Extended Liner Notes by John Einarson

    While singer/songwriter Rick Roberts is perhaps best known for his work with country-rock pioneers The Flying Burrito Brothers and late 70s AOR hit makers Firefall, in between those two endeavors, the Florida-born musician recorded two exceptional albums for A&M Records that, while hardly setting the record charts afire, remain superb examples of the kind of commercially-appealing country-rock the Eagles would later take to the top of the charts.

    Hitching out to California in 1969, Rick was spotted a year later performing solo by Burritos manager Eddie Tickner who recommended him to replace the increasingly erratic Gram Parsons who had recently been fired. “I was really stepping into an alien element for myself,” Rick admits. “I had never really been that much of a country player. If I had had to pick between the Flying Burrito Brothers and Poco, I probably would have picked Poco. The Burritos were a little too pure country for me.” Nevertheless, with founder Chris Hillman’s support, Rick moved the Burritos in a new direction. “My background was more pop and the songs showed that. At the time the band was looking for something that would click. Some people thought my joining was the death knell of the Burritos.”

    When Hillman jumped ship for an offer to join Stephen Stills’ Manassas in 1971, Rick briefly lead the Burritos for a European tour before setting about recording his debut solo album Windmills early the following year. Veteran producer David Anderle was assigned to steer the album through although his role was decidedly understated. “David’s style of producing is not to produce,” Rick recalls. “He lets the artist have full reign and if they step over the line he intercedes. That’s the way that first album developed. I had a lot of input.” Recruiting the cream of the Los Angeles country-rock community, centered round the Troubadour, Rick allowed the players a free hand. “I called in a lot of markers and used guys that I knew and played with. The Eagles were all friends of mine. Bernie had been in the Burritos with me and Don Henley and I used to play poker twice a week together for about two years. Jackson was an acquaintance as well. They were all close friends and very good musicians and they came up with a lot of ideas that added a great deal to the album.”

    Windmills represents Rick’s folk-rock influences. “In the back on my mind were inspirations from my two favorite bands, the Buffalo Springfield and the Byrds, combined with more straight ahead folk elements like Joni Mitchell.” More acoustic based on tracks like the gospel-tinged “Deliver Me”, “Sail Way”, and the wistful “In A Dream”, the album is a logical extension of the more commercial soft-rock approach Rick brought to the Burrito Brothers. The country textures, while subtle, inform much of the music, notably Al Perkins’ mellifluous pedal steel guitar. “The closest I actually got to out and out country on that album was ‘In My Own Small Way’. That song had been lying around for a while. Another song, ‘Jenny’s Blues’, had also been around for a while because it wasn’t suitable for the Burritos.” Harlan Howard’s “Pick Me Up On Your Way Down” is the lone cover tune. “We had been doing that in the Burritos and I grew to love that kind of traditional country through Chris who taught me a lot about that music.”

    The album’s title derives from the dedication to Michelle Wood, a Dutch/American Rick met while touring the Netherlands with the Burritos. “I tried to arrange for her to come over to America but we had a misunderstanding and it fell through.” He performed solo club dates in support of the album and assembled the Hot Burrito Revue in February 1973 for a return to the Netherlands.

    Settling in Boulder, Colorado, Rick recorded She Is A Song at a small independent studio owned by the sons of a wealthy local businessman. Fresh from his stint in Manassas, Chris Hillman assumed production duties however, in marked contrast to the first album, Rick feels his friend’s inexperience hindered the sessions. “It was really different for a couple reasons. David Anderle had been producing for quite a long time. This was one of Chris’s first album productions. We had been playing as peers and he was my mentor and still is today so I was looking to him for a whole lot of direction and I’m not sure he knew what to do with me. I had mixed feelings and was a bit confused. The other thing was that we weren’t recording in Los Angeles in a big studio with top of the line recording equipment. We were recording in the basement of a house and we couldn’t see the control room so we were recording blind. We could never see if they were digging it or not in the control booth.”

    Rick called on local players to grace the second album including Joe Walsh’s Barnstorm band and members of Poco. “We had a limited budget on that and didn’t have as long to prepare for it as I had for that first album. We did a lot of experimenting but there wasn’t as much input from the other players. They came in and played what they were asked to play. It was very different. I remember Rusty and George from Poco wouldn’t take a session check for it. They were just happy to help me out.”

    In hindsight, Rick feels the songs were not as strong as on the first album. “I had been saving up songs for years for the first one. But everything on the second album was pretty much written between the first and second album, a much shorter time. I have a few favorites on the second album like ‘She Is A Song’ and ‘Westwind’ but overall I prefer the first one. A lot of the material was kind of uneven. Music was coming in from all directions and I was trying to sort out what I liked and didn’t like. More accurately the music was figuring me out.”

    Choosing a more mainstream rock direction with Latin percussive accents (from Hillman’s Manassas experience), She Is A Song presages Rick’s work with Firefall. “‘Lights’ was written to sound like The Band. I tried to mimic their sound as close as I could get. Later The Dirt Band added it in their live show. I don’t know if they ever recorded it but they loved it.” The country-rock tones, while present, remain more understated with the exception of the bluegrass-flavored “Glad To Be Goin’” and a cover of “She Made Me Lose My Blues”. “Paul Siebel is such an incredible artist,” Rick acknowledges. “He was one of those guys who just kind of slipped through the cracks in the music business.” Despite his own modesty, Rick does a credible version of Stephen Stills’ “Four Days Gone” from the last Buffalo Springfield album. “I don’t know if I was ever a good picker of other people’s material for me. Frankly, I thought the Springfield’s version put me to shame.”

    Returning to LA, Rick and Chris played the completed tapes to Jerry Moss at A&M only to be disappointed with the results. “It just didn’t sound like the album we had heard in that little studio. Chris and I were squirming in our chairs. The mix just didn’t sound right. So we ended up staying in LA for about 2 ½ months remixing the whole album and recutting some vocals. We did a major overhaul on those tracks.”

    Once again touring solo to promote the second album, Rick performed at Max’s Kansas City club in early 1973 where he ran into Gram Parsons’ Fallen Angels band on their ill-fated jaunt across America. Befriending guitarist Jock Bartley, he and Rick hooked up back in Boulder recruiting former Spirit bass player Mark Andes, singer/songwriter Larry Burnett and ex-Byrds drummer Michael Clarke to form Firefall. Their break came when Rick, Mark and Jock backed Chris Hillman on a tour that ended up at New York’s Bottom Line club. When Chris fell ill, Rick called out the other Firefall members to complete the 3-night stand, securing an Atlantic Records contract in the process. Throughout the latter 70s Firefall enjoyed a string of hits including “You Are The Woman”, Strange Way”, “Just Remember I Love You”, and “So Long”.

    Retired from the road, Rick continues to reside in Boulder and is currently working on releasing a CD of his original demos with additional instrumentation. As for his two solo albums, he regards them as important transitions. “I was still learning how to be a songwriter. I was still looking for an identity for what my own music was going to be. I think my best material came after that in Firefall. By then I had learned my craft better. But these two albums got me there.”

    –John Einarson, author of Desperados: The Roots of Country Rock (Cooper Square Press)