“…I rock to and fro like Ray Charles at the piano, as their trademark harmonies grow…”
As a lover of summer (as long as there is silently cool a/c at night to sleep in), the start of Autumn can be a bummer, which is one reason I love a South Carolina beach, where I’ve enjoyed surf and sandy days in October!
That is as far south as I plan to trek ; maybe someday, I’ll buy a house there with an ocean-facing deck. September somehow also makes me always want to hear The Beach Boys. Maybe because as a disc jockey, I’d never play them again in a typical year until their Christmas song.
This tune from their Holland Days (sauce) sessions, with new singer for the time-being, Blondie Chaplin is my Fall folly anthem. It took me a “minute” to realize it was them singing it too! Part of the problem was that it was played on Rock stations and the jocks rarely back-announced it; same for the Pop stations of those early 1970s days. Still a smooth Indian Summer groove and its those trademark, in-unison background “ooos” and “ahhs” that ultimately give it away to my ears as a classic “Beach Bums” jam. I rock to and fro like Ray Charles at the piano, as their harmonies grow. Just like good vibes, fun, California Girls and T-birds, for my every summer, they sing the last words of inspiration:
“Seldom stumble, never crumble Try to tumble, life’s a rumble Feel the stinging I’ve been given Never ending, unrelenting Heartbreak searing, always fearing Never caring, persevering Sail on, sail on, sailor…”
“…James Ingram and Jeffrey Osborne shared the same era in Urban soul music, competing for chart position in Billboard and other music industry trade magazines and papers of the day…”
I never, “Just Once”, met nor saw James Ingram “live” in-concert during my on-air disc jockey career travels from radio station-to-station. He wasn’t high on my list because he kind-of never rose to the level of Luther Vandross,, Lionel Richie or Al Green, but I dug his honest, loving sound and liked talking-up or back-announcing his records. He was maybe, too “clean”?
When “One Hundred Ways” came out in 1981, on Quincy Jones’ “The Dude” album (“the black album cova”), I recall using that song to impress the lady of my desire who I was dating back then as a punctuation to a Valentine’s Day or anniversary day surprise. It worked!
It is interesting how “Q” (Quincy Jones) always manages to find previously undiscovered voices and bring them to the fore successfully.
James Ingram and another similar R&B crooner, Jeffrey Osborne shared the same era in Urban soul music, competing for chart position in Billboard and other music industry trade magazines and papers of the day in the early 1980s. I recall waking up to it in the middle of many afternoons when I was an overnight DJ – I was hooked by the soap opera, General Hospital at the time and somehow it became a theme song – I guess it was Luke and Laura’s love song…
I can still hear the late Frankie Crocker announce, “Patti Autin…James Ingram…Baby COME to Me….on 107.5,WBLS…” circa 1980.
I have no special relationship between my vinyls of James Ingram. They are just tools in his song catalog which, upon opening recall hints of past romance and love for me during that era.
Its a game I play in my musical DJ mind as songs randomly “play” at any time of the night or day.
So last night as I lay,
In bed trying to fall asleep.
The light was off and the room darkest, when suddenly I heard, “And my feet begin to crumble…” and couldn’t remember most of the rest except, “And that’s the way, that’s the way its meant to be/Our love will never die…” Where’d that come from? I asked myself and then began to play the game, “Who sang that!?”
Trini Lopez came to mind first because I could “hear” the Spanish guitar and rhythms. Often I amaze myself with the accuracy with which I remember blasts-from-the-past! I knew this song was a hit on Top 40 radio back in my teen days. Not wanting to get up and re-fire up the computer, I turned on my night light and scribbled what I remembered onto a sticky note pad.
Today, while researching something else on YouTube, it came back to me and I grabbed that note to see if I’d won my contest; went to Ask.com and just typed into the search field, “my feet begin to crumble” and “viola!”, I see the name Eddie Rambeau. (“Wa,wa waaa”) Hmmm, that doesn’t look or sound familiar, but I played the video and yes, it’s that song! And the title? I could have never guessed in a million tries, “Concrete And Clay”.
I would write more background on Eddie and this record, but this video gives it all to you first-hand. Click on the YouTube logo in the lower right-hand corner for more 411 from the poster of this legendary tune. With that, please Listen, Read and En-joy….
“…Bonnie Raitt impresses me as a veteran who knows a thing or two, and who music industry types cannot put “something over” on. ..”
Out of the blue, or maybe her red hair (now with a white streak!), my jukebox-like mind selected this classic 1992 Bonnie Raitt jam on this cold, winter’s night, to keep me warm. I had to write the title down on a sticky because I knew I wanted to blog it here, as my first Grammy winning recording artist revisit post of 2018. I like this song! It smacks of keeping things going and controversy. Maybe I’ve played it during my early Top 40 radio DJ days on an overnight stint or two, but it didn’t phase me as much as it does now. Music is peculiar like that. Like when suddenly, you recognize the words to a favorite song you’ve heard and mumbled through thousands of times!
A cute redhead in tight blue jeans passed me as I was leaving Publix supermarket this afternoon. Her back was to me, pursuing a shopping cart, when I said softly, “Bonnie Raitt”. She caught it; turned and smiled at me. Maybe I should have taken it further than just a return smile. Seems like I’m trying to “get lucky” at Publix these days. Hmmm. Maybe I can give them workers there somethin’ to talk about, like a love connection! I digress…
In the video below, you can enjoy this confident and talented woman who crosses musical genres like a New York City pedestrian crosses the street. I didn’t know that she had a guitar named after her, and is the first female guitarist to have received that honor (Fender)! Major props.
Bonnie Raitt impresses me as a veteran who knows a thing or two, and who music industry types cannot put “something over” on. She’s got that “look” in her eye. A rock and Roll Hall of Famer, she also reminds me of my musical acquaintance, Janey Street, who also plays guitar.
I would love to interview her and apply my two score in radio as a DJ to a future review.