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Friday, November 08, 2024

Gregg Allman Band Uncle Sam's - Music Review

 

Just a quick word about the new archive release from Greg Allman "Uncle Sam's" live from July 1983. I was definitely interested in grabbing music from this era of Gregg's musical sojourn. This was the time when Gregg was back in the small venues. Venues who am I kidding? We're talking shotgun bars, road houses were you were afraid to use the bathroom. I'll have a bottled/can of beer no I don't need a glass. Have I had my tetanus shot yet? The bouncer smells. The floor is sticky. No I'm not eating here. Okay you get the idea. A dream location for a die hard fan to stand directly in front of the band only this time it's Gregg and Dan.

My expectations were the musicianship would be solid but the crowd would drown out the mix. A just okay bootleg scrubbed up the best they could. But since those early 80's shows were seminal to me I wanted in. I had witnessed this tour but farther down the coast in Wildwood, New Jersey.

I distinctly recall losing our minds in that bar. We jumped and danced and yes rocked on the floor all night right in front of the band. We might has well have been on stage with them. Did I say small venue? Did I say narrow shotgun? Yeah it was ridiculous to be able to see Gregg in that venue. Just eight years earlier he was dressed in white at a white piano at the far end of the Spectrum hockey arena in Philadelphia. We were on a mission from god.

I can still see clearly in my minds eye Dan grinning at me. I was there for the music and the music was there for me. I certainly was air guitaring my brains out. We went off so yes I gotta check the disc out. It was a helluva a night. What a privilege. The stage a small riser maybe six inches off the ground and the entire band right there playing for twenty five to fifty people plus staff. It wasn't crowded on the floor and you could walk up to the bar. I mean ridiculous and sublime to get to see his band in that venue with those few people. That's a private show anyway you cut it and it was a blast so I jumped on this release.


I just want to thank Michael, Devon, Bill, Kirk and John for getting this into my hot hands. So how does it sound? Immaculate. The playing is intimate the voices are almost conversational in dynamics. The sound is achingly clear. The mix is beautiful for a live show. I guess technology has come a long way or back in 1983 they had really tweaked the sound before the gig.

Expectations were low and I was overwhelmed. I can't overstate it and the only draw back is the closer. The sound quality falls off but with every instrument wailing on stage it was a miracle it wasn't a hot mess. Slight mic feedback and Gregg gets pushed back in the mix. He had to with the whole band blowing hard all at once. It's a fiery rendition of Statesboro so it's a minor point. But it should enlighten the reader to how excellent the eight prior tracks sound. A really enjoyable listen!

Gregg is obviously having a good time and is in excellent voice. The band is tight and Dan Toler's work on both acoustic and electric is just beautiful. He accompanies Gregg righteously. Dangerous Dan indeed. The horn section comes in at the right moments and doesn't drown out the band and it really rounds out the sound on those ABB standards. Danny and Frankie lock in at very noticeable moments. Bonham wasn't the only one who could play triplets and it's powerful. Sentimentally we have the Toler Brothers and the Finney Brothers and I was with my Brother at the show. That's just a nice touch.

This release exceeded my expectations by a very long shot. Kind of like the wait, wait, wait this is really good moments you have when you hear a piece of music or see something dramatic. A more than worthy release that will grab your attention in the clarity of sound and the musicianship.

It was a helluva night for us that summer in 1983. My back to the stage I felt a gentle hand on my back. As I turned I felt another hand calmly slide into mine. No thank you Gregg for not giving up!

Thursday, October 17, 2024

New Song Alert: Better Days



                                                                  

Better days will come for you

In the by and by

Better days will come for you

I know it’s true

The breeze on the wind and the sky so blue

 

I know it’s rough and how it feels

Life in your head when they come at you

But move on through don’t break stride

Your smile and love            will see you through

 

I know he wrecked the car

And walked out on you

She sighed and said she’d always be so true

Better days will come if you only try

Better days will surround you and allow you to fly    

 

All alone he doesn’t want to join in

All alone she knows where they’ve been

Out of the judgement zone where they can just be

Better days     for you and me

 

Better days will surround you and allow you to fly

Like a new set of strings on an old guitar box

Better days always here to unlock

 

Lovely to see you when you walk in

Eyes so clear ready to begin

When the truth finally gets to you

 

Better days                         nothing left to do

La la la la

Feel it in every way

La la la la

See it through

Better days                        for me and you


   © 2024 – Paul Burke DiMarco – 9/9/24

 

 

New Song Alert: To Where I'm Going

 


To Where I’m Going     ©2024 All rights reserved Paul B. DiMarco

                                                          

Gotta get back to where I’m going

Been too long at sea

Gotta stop runin from the only place for me

The only place for me to be free

Gotta find a shore line where I can see

No longer away from me

Gotta find a line and haul us in

Gotta find time to begin 

Gotta get past the horizon

Put my trust back in the land

Gotta find you and me

All alone in the shade of a tree 

Time is running out my friend

No need to hustle to the end

The road is wicked fine and wide

It tumbles and rumbles all along

Gotta find a shore line where we can see

Where the stars come out for you and me

Gotta get back to where I’m going

Been too long at sea

Gotta find a shore line where I can see

No longer away from me

Gotta find a line and haul us in

Gotta find time to begin

Friday, April 19, 2024

Allman Brothers Band - Dickey Betts

 

Music is a serious business - the artist gets trampled by promoters, labels, distributors, collaborators, venues, managers, lawyers, contracts, producers, sound engineers and a lot of palms have gotta be greased. To attain a level of success you have to be mightily determined. The road in and of itself is relentless, the press and life style will shave decades of your life and the fans can become a serious problem.

There is a flip side in and of itself but the rivers to cross to get to those moments of magic and creation where the music takes you "Back Where It All Begins" are treacherous.

Of all the pictures out there I have seen of Richard this one speaks to me loudly and encapsulates the man most completely. He was as serious as a heart attack when it came to his craft, and music. And we the listeners are the better for it because of his tenacity, virtuosity and spirit.

Live on Brother in the heavens now bathed in light melody and soul. Thank you! Your music lifted our spirits and stomped our feet. It was an honor to play your music over the air. It was a helluva lot of fun going to your shows.

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"Back Where It All Begins"
Songwriter: Dickey Betts / Forest Richard Betts
Say you want to be a rolling stone
Get your sail out in the wind
Get out on the highway and let 'er roll on Roll on back to someplace you ain't never been Hey, hey
When I was younger I was hard to hold
Seem like I was always goin'
Which ever way the wind would blow
Now that travelin' spirit calls me again
Callin' me back to where it all begins
Moon rise and sun go down
Turn my whole world around
Little star up in the sky
Tell my sweet baby please don't cry
Please don't cry
[SOLO]
Moon rise and sun go down
Turn my whole world around
Little star up in the sky
Tell my sweet baby please don't cry
Please don't cry
Travel out across the burnin' sand
Cross the ocean to some distant land
We'll reach the end we'll all be singin'
and we'll all be friends
Back where it all begins
Back where it all begins

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Karl Wallinger World Party An Appreciation


Karl Wallinger was an enormous talent. Think Pet Sounds only across the board a million light years better melodically, lyrically, consistently and production wise. Karl was the legit GOAT.

Fame did not elude him. Chances are you know "She's the One" The Waterboys and World Party. I didn't stumble into Karl for real until World Party's 2000 release of "Dumbing Up" I was gobsmacked still am.

The song list just pours out effortlessly with dynamics, pacing, tempo and chops. There isn't a weak cut on the whole effort. Think of the best concept albums that flow track to track and then raise your expectations by a million. Prepare not to be disappointed even for a moment.

"What Does It Mean Now" still hit's me squarely in the solar plexus every time. "Who Are You" effortlessly does Dylan better than Dylan at his upper most. It's mind blowing and I love his voice. "Are you the problem or the answer who are you" just jaw dropping. The shredding on "Here Comes The Future" is delicious. Talent oozes out of him as he just breathes.

After track six you can't possibly think he will meet or exceed expectations and that's where the tracks just effortless float you along on a cloud of "High Love" in a higher mind. Slow dance with someone you love with this one.

Shortly thereafter in 2006 we got to see him briefly in a small club at the Beach. We sat basically in his lap. It was a warm up gig before a bigger show in D.C. but it was a real treat. Who doesn't enjoy spending quality time with the band at the bar.

I was just thinking about him last week wondering what he was up to and now this. In a time when we need all our voices for words of positivity, insight and laughter Karl's will be missed.

Here comes the future hope that you can work it out.

When boys and girls are laughing in every nation
When the Truth is pursued for relaxation
When living with the world is our aspiration
When there's no mileage in hate, and no gas-stations
And the creatures are protected from mammals to crustaceans
And the soul has found it's liberation
You know this is always on my mind

I'll miss you Karl

It's like a light surrounds your face.

Saturday, January 27, 2024

Allman Brothers Band - Manley Field House - Music Review

 

Happy to report this two disc set featuring the five man band does not disappoint. I damn near rowed my water rower out of the front room and into the street. Sonicallly Berry's bass sounds a little hot from the show - sort of a wonky amp or a pinned needles affect. But this get's sorted out after the first few songs and there he is in all his talent. The show sounds great through my bookshelf Polks kudos to Jason NeSmith. Gregg gets lost in the mix so often it's always nice to easily hear him and his keyboard work.

Six months after Duane catapults into the next realm the band is fierce. Ain't wasting time no more and playing with determination and fire. I wasn't sure what to expect with this release. How much is there of the legacy of the ABB in unreleased material? Was this going to be a sourly sourced release? But I've always loved Berry's playing and voice (more Hoochie Coochie like numbers is what I would have said) and championed him over the air so I jumped on the release. Happy new year indeed!

A real unsung member of the band Berry comes to the fore and sounds drivingly inventive. All five of the boys are thundering through this live broadcast. Gregg sounds great and extends his solos, the freight train and Jaimoe are enormous. And Dickey wasn't messing around. I mean honestly this whole review could have been about Dickey's tenacity, and melody.

Thanks to the team of Bert, Kirk, John and Bill for getting this out to the public.

Long live the Allman Brothers Band.

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Monday, January 08, 2024

The Fate of Nature by Charles Wohlforth - Book Review

The Fate of Nature by Charles Wohlforth. I have no idea how this book crossed my path but it stared at me on the bookshelf for a while challenging me to open. I side stepped it with a Jimmy Buffet Biography and the excellent U.S. Grant Biography by Chernow. Slightly annoyed and finally out of fresh reads I opened her up thinking I had a preachy research book. I was wrong. What I didn't account for was the author's talent, his story telling ability and the unfolding adventures that fire out one right after the other chapter after chapter. "The Fate of Nature" reads like a novel and a damn good one.

 
Charles Wohlforth is a seasoned author beginning as a reporter for the Anchorage Daily News covering the Exxon Valdez oil disaster (spill my ass). His experience and research of nature, history, science, politics and adventure all coalesce in "The Fate of Nature"
 
The book proffers the question are humans even capable of correcting their greedy, piss in our well water, destroy our food system behavior of arrogance? But more than a screed about our knuckle dragging consciousness "The Fate of Nature" articulates and entertains with history, science, personality and context the vast array of interconnection that frames our collective lives.
 
We're talking about property rights versus community rights, the birth of conservation, the integration and survival of the indigenous populations living in harmony with their environment and the destruction of their way of life from unregulated capitalism, and it's nascent rebirth. 
 
This is not a romanticism but a look at the breadth of human activity impacting the entire globe with the Northern Gulf of the Alaska Coast and Prince William Sound as back drop. 
 
The book begins with the fascinating Killer Whale Culture and human spirituality, the spirits of Nature and the Chugach culture. Fur traders and Captain Cook then arrive followed by the Russian conquest of Alaska and then the equally egregious American conquest. Chapter after chapter it plows through history. It's an informative brisk page turner and you can't wait to see what the next chapter is going to hit upon. 
 
A book of this breadth could easily bog down in technical specificity and moralizing yet Wohlforth spins a narrative of anecdotes, adventures and events punctuated by short chapters building out his observations, research and thesis.
 
You are definitely going to want to visit Alaska after reading about the foreboding sumptuous landscape he pulls together. I'll be checking out his other work. In the meantime this is a good one folks from a guy you never heard of and a title that is unfamiliar. Dive in!
 

 

Sunday, January 07, 2024

Growing Up With Chico by Maxine Marx - Book Review

Growing Up With Chico by Maxine Marx. Who doesn't love the Marx Brothers? When I discovered they existed my mind was blown. I couldn't believe it and immediately fell in love. I watched their movies, roared at their bits and loved their shtick. So much so that even when fully ensconced in the legal profession suit and tie matching belt and shoes I still referenced the "Sanity Claus," to see who was paying attention or knew what I was talking about. I never really delved into the Brothers background or looked behind the curtain until this little gem crossed my path. 

 
A lightning quick read by Chico's daughter doesn't pull any punches about her dad, her uncles or herself. Random paragraphs begin with sentences like, "Myrna Loy and Spencer Tracy were sitting around..." But the beginning always the beginning on the road starving trying to break into vaudeville hustling on the Atlantic City Boardwalk. I love these snap shots of time and windows into worlds gone by. Even though time has changed the human experience is always at the center some how consistent no matter what the trappings of culture and locality present.
 
Back room card and dice games, the touring troupe gathering onto the train for the next town, the rise of and finally the retirement of the Brothers I would have loved to have seen Chico in a cabaret with his touring orchestra. There he was still hustling after the Marx Brothers stopped making movies shooting down the piano keys, telling stories, throwing dice.
 
Maxine's book gets you a little closer and inside to that world the good bad and ugly it was all there. Same as it ever was only with grease paint a honking automobile horn and lots of leering puns. The Marx Brothers in full gallop were just good fun. Behind the scenes the real world was very much there. Growing Up With Chico peals the curtain back almost like a backstage pass.
 
 

Saturday, January 06, 2024

"Otis Redding An Unfinished Life" by Jonathan Gould - Book Review

What I loved about this biography written in cooperation with the Redding family was the social history and much needed context in fleshing out Otis Redding as a human being. His live performance captured in 1967 at Monterey Pop is seared into our collective consciousness. "I've got to go you all but I don't want to go..." His voice power, passion and success so unmistakably legendary as to make James Brown jealous.

"I was pretty sure that I'd seen God on stage" Bob Weir.
 
But what of the real person? Who was Otis? How did he grow up? Rocketing through that volcanic time period of change from the 1940's through the 1960's like a meteor across everyone's bow before the Summer of Love what was his life like in those short twenty six years? He was hustling hard. He was moving fast. Working with everyone and everywhere; The Apollo, Stax Records, New York, Europe, The Whiskey, Sam and Dave, Ahmet Ertegun, Jerry Wexler, Tom Dowd, the whole Walden family, Phil, Alan and their dad all while racism screamed at the change that was gonna come. The drive, bravery, talent and vision of that man, fierce and kind the portrait that emerges is why we read.
 
This book surprised me. It really did. The background and time Otis was born into is very much a part of the story. The musical history and social history of the men and women of his time contemporaries, characters, hustlers, thieves, racists, the music business is a cesspool let alone the political, social upheaval all swirling. All of those tangential intersections, crossing paths and currents make for a rich, deep, fascinating read and then he bought a plane. Music fans will lap up the artists, producers and managers and session players in Otis's life. History buffs will soak up the important Redding family history and the time Otis grew through.
 
 
 
Special thank you to Alan Paul for his bibliography in Brothers and Sisters that lead me to this gem.

Friday, January 05, 2024

Brothers and Sisters Review - Alan Paul

 


Just a quick shout out on Alan’s Book “Brothers and Sisters.” It’s a quick three hundred page tight compact read. Meaning every line is filled with information, quotes, history, stories, names it’s just over brimming with information and as a fan and/or history buff you will devour it with ease.

While the original six coalesced into a musical ecstasy of infinite cascading thunder and bliss that deserves every second of your indulgence and passion. The Brothers and Sisters branch bloomed in a profound way from that mighty tree of music. Give me more Chuck Leavell and Lamar Williams any day of the week. If it’s in the vaults somewhere it deserves to be shared with the music lovers. Until then have fun devouring the pages of the inside story of the album that defined the ’70s. I know I did then and now.

 Alan Paul

Allman Brothers Band

 Kirk West