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Danny Kortchmar – rumours
DECEMBER 2004
| Danny wasn’t
mentioned as one of the artists because he was not billed as one of our
Featured Artists for that evening’s performance.
As it turned out he was an added bonus for all in attendance. We honestly had no idea who Patti was going to select as her accompanying guitarist. It was totally her call. But as our great luck and surprise would have it she selected Danny. I mention the surprise because there is an amazing history between Gordon Brown and Danny Kortchmar. Danny actually produced “Mr. Reality”. This was Gordon’s first band and their début CD by the same name (released 1992). Danny was a mentor to Gordon back in the 90’s and because of his wonderful guidance back then he is still an amazing influence on Gordon’s songwriting today. Needless to say Gordon was thrilled to see his old friend & hero walking in w/ Patti at sound check, so once again he was truly an added bonus to Writers in the Raw, Volume 9. His presence absolutely enhanced the evening’s musical performance. Michele Leone
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| Photos by John Cavanaugh. For more photos, see Writers in the Raw. |
NOVEMBER 2004
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New York, USA-based contemporaries of the Vagrants and the Myddle Class, this superior R&B outfit comprised Danny Kortchmar aka Danny Kootch (guitar), John McDuffy (organ/vocals), Dickie Frank (bass) and Joel “Bishop” O'Brien (drums). The quartet completed three excellent singles during its brief existence, which included a notable version of “Lost In The Shuffle”, also recorded by Blues Project. McDuffy replaced Al Kooper in the latter act following the King Bees disintegration in autumn 1966. Kortchmar and O'Brien resurfaced in the Flying Machine, a band which also featured James Taylor, and were eventually reunited in Jo Mama in the wake of the guitarist's spells in the Fugs, Clear Light and City. Encyclopedia of Popular
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OCTOBER 2004
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There was a King Bees reunion at the memorial!! (only Kootch and Dickie
Frank left alive unfortunately).
Rob Dupree brought a 5 page fax of the Joel O'Brien tribute written by Ralph to the memorial on Sunday and I made a few copies (there was a copy machine in an office) for Rob to give to close friends. When I got home I read the letter and was quite amazed by Ralph's writing. He really nailed it. He captured Joel like he really was and everything about him in that letter rang true. Kootch
even mentioned it in his speech at the memorial. He said how Ralph hadn't
seen Joel in 20 years, but his effect he had on him was such that Shuckett
wrote this intense 5 page letter about him. He had that effect on all of
us. Joel was quite a guy. Many people loved that man. I have included the
letter below (with Ralph's permission) - a great piece of writing and for
a while I'll be re-reading it often.
Moogy |
And many thanks to Ralph
Shuckett who gave me his kind permission to publish his remembrance.
| Subject:
Thinking of Joel
Dear Harriet and Friends, I hope
you are coping with Joel's absence, and that it's in some way bearable.
How fragile and short life is! How easy it is to forget our friends
and colleagues amidst the hurry-scurry huff 'n' puff drama that everyday
life has become. Today, work and family commitments revented me from joining
you, but I wanted to share some thoughts
Bishop and I roomed together on several tours of the US and England. We were drinking buddies, and we talked endlessly, but Joel rarely talked about himself. As I think about it, I knew very little about him-- his childhood, family or his feelings. It wasn't his style to reveal his inner life. Joel
was an ageless, world-wise hipster. I, at the time a fledgling bohemian,
couldn't connect him with my mundane image of family life, just as I couldn't
imagine Miles having parents, or Jimi Hendrix, or Frank Zappa. Cool people
didn't have parents. They weren't cursed with the ill-fated, inescapable
irritant, that I viewed parents to be. No, Joel O'Brien had skipped childbirth
and childhood. He had simply materialized one night in The Blue Note, humbly
and surreptitiously, in some weird cosmic Immaculate Conception.
When
I heard he was ill, I phoned Bishop. After our twenty year estrangement
I was nervous and self-conscious. I felt compelled to be cheerful, positive,
and supportive-- to say the right thing. His voice, with just the first
two words-- "Hey, Cuz," had such great warmth and affection, with
no judgement and no need, that I, by comparison, felt uptight, banal and
disconnected. I realized, that I, at times, had judged, even
dissed him, and had never acknowledged his warmth, affection and acceptance.
In my self-involved, drugged out youth I'd been pretty much oblivious to
that kind of thing. The last time I'd seen him was on 6th Ave and 12th
Street in front of Ray's Pizza. I was in a big hurry, late for I forget
what, and we hadn't really connected. So now, we made a date for my visit,
but he said, almost sheepishly, that there was one problem he was concerned
about.
Then
he said, "We have cats and I know you're allergic, so you should take a
pill before you come." The fact that Joel, suffering with the pain of a
terrible illness, with little time left, with the events and regrets,
the memories and attachments, the people he'd loved and married, the stuff
he never got to do, the stuff he shouldn't have done-- all this all up
in his face-- How did he remember such an insignificant detail about me,
whom he hadn't seen or heard a peep from in twenty years? I think that
in one short phone
It's not the fact that he was dying. Being in my line of work (or maybe it's my choice of friends, or just our times) a lot of my people have died. Some from fate. Some from old age. Some by their own hand. Some were killed by the life they lived, or "chose", if you look at it from today's popular psycho-spiritual-metaphysical-12 Step-Oprah- Dr Phil viewpoint. At times I've been asked or attempted to eulogize these departed, but could never find any words, really. I'd tearfully mutter "I love you" or "I miss you", but I couldn't summon, much less convey, my deep feelings for the person. This is the first time, ever, that, not only do the words come easily, but I can't stop talking! Joel O'Brien wasn't just a great musician, an amazing talent, or an artist, although he was all those things. He was more than just a musical mentor, an astute social critic, or a snappy dresser. Though he was all those things. More than just a junkie. Although sometimes he was a junkie. Joel O'Brien was an institution. A way of life. A point of view. A piece of history. An era. A connection with a world that no longer exists. I never thought of him as "old school", but by today's standards of hipness, I guess he was. Because he wasn't trendy. He didn't adhere to anyone else's standards. And he didn't change his mind every few weeks about what was and wasn't cool. I mean how many beboppers do you know with reverence and respect for Appalachian hillbilly music? How many hillbillies listen to Thelonious Monk? At the
time Joel and I became friends, I had a narrow, skewed standard of what
I thought "good music" was, though I didn't know it. Basically, it went
like this: There is no good white music, unless it's eastern European classical
music, and that doesn't swing, and is for old people, anyway. (I couldn't
reconcile that with the fact that most of my band-mates had been white,
but I was in denial about that). All Blues, Bebop and Hard Bop were automatically
great, even uninspired cookie cutter "commercial" jazz, if performed by
black people, especially all the Hammond Organ trios recorded in Trenton,
New jersey ghetto clubs. The exceptions were Ramsey Lewis, who was just
too damn popular, and Ahmad Jamal, who, too me, just didn't swing, and
didn't deserve all those albums and airplay, even if he did have a cool
name. "West Coast" jazz was permissible, even played by whites, but not
if they were successful studio musicians. Only Art Pepper and Gerry Mulligan
made that cut, the former because he was in prison, the latter because
he was just so undeniably cool. Dave Brubeck was Satan incarnate, the personification
of evil. His only rivals for that throne were the Grateful Dead, whom I
actually kinda like now, because they're so white, and so lousy, that they
really do have a unique sound. Any music that becomes popular, even if
it's black music, immediately decreases in value. Top forty music from
any race has no value unless it's super-funky (which to me at that time
meant "with a busy broken up beat, ie James Brown's "Cold Sweat" or
So, as
my unwitting mentor, Bishop had his work cut out for him. It didn't take
him long to shatter all my preconceptions. In no time, he hipped me to
as diverse an array of music makers as you'll ever find anywhere. From
Eddie Palmieri to The Carter Family. From Noel Coward to Buell Kazee. From
Mickey Katz to Fela Ransom Kuti. All along he seasoned the mix joyfully
with anecdotes, footnotes and cross references. Pointing out phrases, reciting
lyrics, explaining origins and traditions, and immigration patterns. He
unearthed
I'm not
even going to get into "Bishop on the Cinema", because that would fill
several volumes. Suffice it to say that, post-Bishop, when watching a film
or TV show, if I like it, you can be sure I know why I like it, and if
I don't, I can probably give you an example of an earlier film that told
the same story in a better way. At Hollywood parties (if there still is
such a thing) I can reel off references to Fritz Lang, Eric Von Stroheim,
Albert Zugsmith, et al. It used to be that I could name practically every
mug, every cowpoke, every tipsy society matron, vagabond, crony, henchman,
fallguy, con artist, sidekick, corpulent corrupt politician, pompous, prune-faced
demagogue, European professor, nerd, geek, judge, jurist, storekeeper,
cab driver, insane asylum nurse, or cranky old New Englander ever to grace
the American screen. My memory's not so great these days, so I
And Joel
could be so funny, with an ironic, understated, wacky take on things, and
an easy, infectious laugh. And a puck-ish penchant for mischief. He loved
playing pranks. That's one of the things that distinguished him from most
people I knew-- Bishop never took himself too seriously. God knows the
rest of us did. On the road, like most
Today,
with 20-20 hindsight, I know that in many ways he was right. Nowadays,
I even tell my kids that a lot. Get on with it. Teenagers' own personal
pain is so goddam precious. Sometimes, no matter how bad it is (and my
kids don't know from bad) you just gotta get on with it. Some of us have
spent fortunes on therapy, but are we really, after it
Some
might say that he was your typical New York left wing bohemian intellectual
beatnik musician, but they'd be lying. I new lots of those, and Joel wasn't
one of them. When my parents met Joel, they said he was a "character".
He was, but shit, so were they. My whole family was full of characters.
But none was a true original, like Bishop. You don't see too many originals
these days. Not in the music world, anyway. Nowadays it's hard to be original!
We all watch TV. We're exposed to everything all the time. Most people
dance to someone else's tune, and we don't even know we're doing it. Sometimes
we can't even hear a tune anymore, but we be dancin', just the same!
Cuz we see everybody else around us dancin'. Maybe we just need to dance.
Sometimes it seems like with all our evolution and "higher consciousness",
and all the changes the beatniks and hippies brought
I re-connected with Joel, and saw him, weak, in pain, and pretty much resigned to his fate. I listened to his CD's, playing piano and singing, and perused walls of his artwork, and I was, both thrilled and saddened. He'd cultivated and made public creative parts of himself I'd never seen. His work blew me away. Made me laugh out loud. I heard him singing in my car and I started to shout, Yeah, Joel! Alright! You're doin it! Bravo! That was the thrilling part. The sad part is not that I never got to tell how much I loved him, which is true, but that's a given at memorials. I don't feel guilty and he and I have no unfinished business. The sadness is really just me being, in a way, selfish. It comes from realizing how much I've missed, all these years we haven't kept in touch, and how much more we could have shared, as we both grew older and, hopefully up. I think of watching the Bush-Kerry debates with Bishop. Or ragging on a reality show. Or him meeting my kids. Who knows, maybe I could have even taught him something, for a change. Now before I go any further, you have to imagine what I'm about to say, being spoken by James Stewart or Henry Fonda. I'm not trying to be funny, and every word of it comes painfully, from my deepest places. But I also don't want to wallow in sentimentality and embarrass Joel. So if one of those guys says it, we can, if we choose to, maintain an ironic distance, and no one will be embarrassed or bummed out. Or, if we choose to buy into it, we can be as bloody sentimental as we want to be, cry in our beer, and Joel will just have to bare it. Considering what he bore in the last weeks of his life, it'll be cake. Do we understand each other? Good. Joel
has been looming large in my thoughts and in my heart for the last few
weeks. And today, though I'm looking through this veil of tears, I see
very clearly how Joel has left his mark on this world. How he's made a
difference. What part of him will never go away. Each of us possesses a
piece of his legacy. I write music for a living-- all kinds. Lots of it
is on TV. Every note of music that I write, or play contains a piece of
Joel's legacy. You can hear his legacy in Danny Kortchmar's music, and
because of that, in some of Don Henley's music. People every day, all over
the world, hear it in Carole King's music, in James Taylor's. In Robbie
DuPree's. You'll hear it in the music their children make, if they do.
Anyone who's ever worked with any of these people I mention, has inherited
some of it. People who never heard of, never met, couldn't give a shit
about Joel O'Brien, or
Now that Jimmy or Henry has finished speaking, and I'm thinking of all that's been lost, and all that's been gained, I find myself both laughing and crying at the same time. It's not easy, and it hurts. But it also feels really good. And that, I guess, is the point. Ralph Shuckett |
There is a beautiful site here at Sony Classics. Kootch is in the house band and you can see him in some pictures in the Gallery section.
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| Danny Kortchmar & Joel O’Brien, courtesy of Moogy Music Chronicles |
SEPTEMBER 2004
| “Joel
bishop O'Brien, the drummer in my first 3 bands, died in early Sept. He
was a huge influence on me and many others during his life, and will be
sorely missed by the many people that loved him.
Although Joel played drums in our bands, he was a wonderful piano player and interpreter of jazz standards, but that only scratches the surface of what he was about. Joel had a vast knowledge of early American music as well as jazz, r &b, blues and rock & roll. He also was stunningly articulate and provided me (and many other of his friends) with an education about Italian cinema, American movies and literature. Hanging out with Joel was my college. The stuff I learned from him has informed my music and my life since. Joel was also a wonderful artist, who used collage and graphics to create art that was instantly recognizable as his. He had a unique style in everything he did, the way he dressed, his hipster lingo. He probably influenced everyone he ever had a conversation with. I hope people will get to hear his later music, when he finally came into his own as a jazz pianist and vocalist. His music is what he was: sly, witty soulful, cool, smart, funky,.........hip. I'll miss him for the rest of my life.” |
Coalition of Musicians Makes Way to Battleground States in an Effort to Get Out the Vote this Fall.
Artists include Babyface, Bright Eyes, Jackson Browne, Dave Matthews Band, Death Cab for Cutie, the Dixie Chicks, John Fogerty, Ben Harper, Jurassic 5, John Mellencamp, Keb' Mo', My Morning Jacket, Pearl Jam, Bonnie Raitt, R.E.M., James Taylor, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.
All Shows On Sale August 21. More than 20 artists, including Dave Matthews Band, the Dixie Chicks, Pearl Jam, R.E.M., Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, and John Mellencamp announced today the launch of the Vote for Change Tour, which will kickoff on October 1st and bring its Vote for Change message to 9 of the 17 key electoral battleground states.
"The upcoming election provides everyone an opportunity to change the direction our country is headed and to elect a government that is just, rational and respectful of the views and rights of the people it serves. This coalition of artists wants to be a part of that change," said Stone Gossard of Pearl Jam. Conceived by a loose coalition of musicians four months ago, Vote for Change is a multi-city, multi-artist tour that will include approximately 34 shows in 28 cities in 9 states over the course of one week.
Artist
lineups include:
Bruce
Springsteen and the E Street Band/R.E.M./John Fogerty/Bright Eyes
Dixie
Chicks/James Taylor
Pearl
Jam/Death Cab for Cutie
Dave
Matthews Band/Ben Harper/Jurassic 5/My Morning Jacket
Bonnie
Raitt/Jackson Browne/ Keb' Mo'/ others TBA
John
Mellencamp/Babyface
These and other artists will be appearing on separate bills on the same night in select cities around several battleground states. Vote for Change artists hope to accomplish a single goal through the tour: to get people to the polls on November 2nd to vote for a change.
The Vote
for Change tour came about as part of an informal conversation among a
handful of artists on how they could make a difference in this year's elections
and beyond. This idea has resulted in a first-of-its-kind endeavor where
Vote for Change participating artists will focus their energies on the
states where the elections are expected to be the closest. All Vote for
Change artists are donating their time and talent in support of the tour.
The Vote for Change tour will be presented by MoveOn PAC, with all concert
proceeds benefiting the work of America Coming Together (ACT). See the
official Vote for Change site at www.moveonpac.org/vfc
JUNE 2004
APRIL 2004
MARCH 2004
“Shaky
Town is simply a nickname for San Francisco, because of the earthquakes
there. A little more detail: in the 1970s, citizens band radio
("CB")
was
a very popular craze in the United States, and people would speak on it
imitating the talk of truckers driving their big "rigs" on American highways.
In communication people used "handles" or nicknames, and codes (so "that's
a big 10-4 looking out my back door" means, basically, "that's ok, and
I'm looking out the rear-view mirror of my truck"). Shaky Town was
a common reference for San Francisco.”. “Put the hammer down" means to
speed, and of course the thin white line reference is for the lines of
the highway, and an allusion to that album's drug of choice!”
Thanks to Robert Berretta for
explaining this to the Italian fans!
Remember the Hanson brothers (Isaac, Taylor and Zac) from Tulsa, Okla.? In the late '90s, this trio jump-started teen-pop with the über-bubbly "MMMBop," which spent three weeks in pole position on The Billboard Hot 100. The album from which it came, "Middle of Nowhere," missed the No. 1 spot on The Billboard 200 by one position. Subsequent singles and albums failed to spark the same kind of excitement. Now, four years after its last studio effort ("This Time Around"), Hanson returns with this preview into its third studio recording, "Underneath," due April 20 from the act's own label 3CG Records, distributed by ADA. From boys to men, the members are now all grown up. The same is true of Hanson's 2004 sound. Co-produced by Danny Kortchmar (Don Henley, Billy Joel), "Penny & Me" is strummy, melodic pop-rock. It's a refreshing sound for the band. Of course, one cannot help but wonder if the "Hanson" name will help or hurt today. Let's hope radio programmers will listen to this gem with open ears.
“Working with Danny Kortchmar was an honor, a pleasure, and an opportunity that just does not come along very often in a lifetime. Danny wrote with us for two days in November 2003 in New York. We wrote "Anchorman", which is on our EP and another song that is yet to be recorded. It will hopefully land on our full length CD later this year. We would have loved to have him play on our EP, but the recording sessions were several months after the writing sessions. Our time with Danny Kortchmar was brief, but in that time we learned a lot. He is very classy, very laid back, and very talented. He was extremely easy to work with and open to our ideas. You would think that working with a legend like Danny Kortchmar would be intimidating, but instead it was very enjoyable and very inspiring. It is so nice of someone of Danny Kortchmar's stature to give of himself and his time to up and coming artists like ourselves. For that he will always hold a special place in our hearts. We can only hope to be lucky enough to work with him again in the future.”
12.18 - Wooster, NYC, PA – (...) The next day we began more writing at Pop Rox with our producers and special guest, Danny Kortchmar. Danny Kortchmar's credits include James Taylor, Don Henley, Billie Joel, Jackson Browne, Carol King, The Spin Doctors and on and on. We were excited and in awe to work with him. It was a real honor. But most impressive to us was that Danny was actually in the movie "Spinal Tap," a cult favorite in the Oxygen Tank. We were certainly in the presence of greatness. Honestly, writing two songs with Danny Kortchmar is one of the high points of my career. It is times like this that you realize you are truly blessed. (...)
“It's
always a great joy to make music with Kim Wilson. I've been fortunate enough
to work with him on a few albums and also at the Tribute To the Blues concert
last year. The filmed concert will be out this summer. Also, a mini tour
is being talked about for this summer featuring many of the artists and
the same band, which was Steve Jordan, drums; Levon Helm, Kim, Willie Weeks
and Larry Taylor, bass; Dr John and Ivan Neville, keyboards, and Keb Mo
and myself on guitars. That concert was one of the great moments of my
life.
Kim,
Steve Jordan and I also have a side project called "The Cockroaches" that
we do when we can. We have 3 or 4 songs recorded thus far.”
Thanks Kootch!
Danny Kortchmar and Keb Mo
in performance.
Photo © Kevin Mazur,
2003.
JANUARY 2004