“Like Being Alone” continues the tradition of connecting the vintage sound & ethos of Central California to the racetrack sprawl of Los Angeles. The song barrels through on Terry Tutor’s piano playing. “Watch It Go” features sundown harmonies ramping up Buffalo Springfield’s Sunset Strip to America’s Ventura Highway. One wonders if “Watch It Go” is about a sunset or a lament for the backsliding of our society or both. To top things off, Greg Krueger provides a captivating slide guitar solo. Elvis-infused vocals circa “Suspicious Minds” and the larger than life ethos of Waylon Jennings cross paths on “I Remember Everything.” The Numbers’ current sound is also evocative of the brief phase in the mid to late ‘80s when AOR radio, in some markets, started playing select bolo-tied roots rock acts like Lone Justice and the Long Ryders, Michael Penn was briefly a critical and commercial success, Gene Clark would appear at McCabe’s and the Palomino and Peter Case continued on the outskirts as a troubadour he is and was before the Nerves and Plimsouls.
Monday, June 15, 2026
The Numbers-My Beautiful Distance
Sunday, December 14, 2025
Chicagoland at 45 RPM: The Mid-1960s Midwest Music Mecca-Interview with author George Plasketes
Chicago ‘60s music, then and now, is somewhat still under-recognized on a national level. Assessing the need and filling a gap, George Plasketes presents a fact-filled and enlightening exploration of the glorious pop-rock sounds and scene that made Chicagoland “The Mid-1960s Midwest Music Mecca.” Plasketes shares his extensive research, passion for music and lived experience to offer a much deeper look into the people, places and culture that made it happen. Overall, Plasketes provides the most comprehensive account of Chicagoland’s thriving pop music scene of 1964-1971 ever written, while also extending the narrative to the Great(er) Midwest and striking a balance between detailed history and the "mystic chords of memory."
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| Author photo by Molly Bartels from Auburn Today's "Office Space" spotlight |
What gave you the impetus to write a book about the Chicago music scene of the mid-‘60s besides the obvious fact of growing up there? Was it something you have long wished to do or did it only emerge in the past 10 years or so?
Partialities, proclivities, and romanticism of Western suburbs Wonder Years aside…my enduring reflections and ruminations on that Once Upon a Time and Place, which I had long carried with me in sound and spirit as a pulse and steadfast whisper, gradually amplified into a shout. The Voices Within said that the Chicagoland mid-1960s music scene is meaningful and multifarious, and needs to be documented and presented as fully as possible.
Fragments, profiles and highlights of the prolific period have appeared over the years in shorter formats (blogs, websites, liner notes) from a collective of resourceful local chroniclers and critics. Their writings and commentaries were cited throughout my narrative, informing my account of the mid-1960s Chicagoland scene. I felt it was important, if not urgent, to compile as much of this Stuff as I could, situating it into one place in as comprehensive a chronicle as possible. In short, and long, a critical cultural and geo-musical narrative complemented by discographic archival resources. Such an edition was a long time coming. Way overdue. I was always a bit surprised that such a document had not been previously written or assembled. This was an opportunity for me to dutifully step up and tell the tale in its totality. The fine folks at McFarland publishing were swayed.
As a prelude, several years ago, I included a chapter on “The Suburbs Seven” (my branding for the best known Chicagoland suburbands) for a collection B-Sides, Undercurrents and Overtones: Peripheries to Popular in Music, 1960 to the Present which featured an “unsung popular music” thematic thread. That essay was only a start, a surface scratcher that was far from what radio legend Paul Harvey would label, “The rest of the story.”
Did you happen to catch any of these groups live in their heyday?
Surprisingly limited, unfortunately only a handful. Certainly not as many live shows as I would have liked or expected to attend. Youthful age, among other circumstances, conspired and were factors not always in my favor. Transportation could be quite complicated, especially finding a ride to a show (other than family) before being of licensed age to operate a vehicle.
Unfortunately, I never did catch the Buckinghams, the Cryan’ Shames and others live, though I felt like I did if that makes sense. The Buckinghams were located in what was perceived to us western suburbanites in North Riverside as “another world”—distant downtown and city limits, (though a mere 20-minute drive on the expressway). On the other side, the Cryan’ Shames were “based” westerly in Hinsdale, which also seemed far by suburban standards, not to mention protective parenting and driver dependency. Excuses, excuses!
The performances I did attend were safely situated in high school gyms, church basements and youth centers rather than the big downtown venues or outlying club stages, which may have been under caring, cautious parental restrictions. Even though most teen clubs did not serve alcohol.
I saw the New Colony Six at York High in Elmhurst and the Ides of March in our Riverside-Brookfield High School gym. Also caught the Ides at nearby St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Riverside; not during a high mass, but in the claustrophobic low ceiling basement activity room. The performance was memorable as the Ides struck an imprint chord with their cover of fellow Chicagoan Curtis Mayfield (and the Impressions) socially conscious, gospel infused “People Get Ready.”
The Ides of March may have been the most accessible to me since they were from adjacent Berwyn. If it counts beyond concerts, once while at the Oak Brook shopping center, I happened to spot Ides of March icon Jim Peterik entering a Crate & Barrel home goods store. Someone else on the outdoor concourse also (sort of) recognized him--an easy mark with his shag coif, hippie/grannie specs, long coat—and yelled “Hey! It’s John Lennon!” A case of mistaken Ides-dentity as I refer to it.
How did you connect with so many willing participants such as Buckinghams’ Carl Giammarese and Ray Graffia of the New Colony Six? On a related note, I have been trying to track down the two still living and elusive members (Faith Orem and Mary Gallagher) of the Luv’d Ones for an interview for years-only leading to dead ends here in the digital age. Somewhat the same for the Same (see clippings above).
I was very fortunate and grateful to have such willing, conversational participants. After locating contact information (email, websites etc), I simply floated a note their way, and politely explained my project and aims, that I was chronicling the Chicagoland mid-1960s music era for a book. I prefaced my pitch with emphasis that I was a “local,” with nearby suburban roots in North Riverside. I think it may have helped a little that I lived this stuff that was happening within the vicinity, rather than being an “outsider.” Another quirky credibility card I carried in my “procksimity” pocket was that Ides of March front Jim Peterik met his future wife, Karen, at a Turtles concert in my high school gym (Riverside-Brookfield) circa ’68! Small world, cool coincidence...
The handful of band members I contacted Carl Giammarese (Buckinghams), Ray Graffia (New Colony Six), Jim Pilster (Cryan' Shames), and Ides of March members, Bob Bergland and Chuck Soumar, were accessible, personable, gracious, and appeared comfortable engaging in email and casual phone conversations about their experiences and vital presence within the vibrant music scene that they helped shape. I hoped that my aforementioned chapter on “The Suburbs Seven” would provide a pleasant stroll down a meaningful musical memory lane for them. When I had to request permissions for lyrics and images in the later stages of the publishing process, the band members were unflinching, polite, accommodating, and generous.
Jim Fairs of the Cryan’ Shames was my only attempted contact that was an unable-to-contact or connect. In retrospect, I probably could have pursued a few more interviews with band members and I’m not sure how I missed the aforementioned Jim Peterik, along with other (more difficult to locate) important figures—producers, disc jockeys et al. (if around and available, as in “alive”). All in all, I felt that my research was pretty exhaustive. Leave no cornerstone unturned! So, I figured that any interviews that I had the good fortune to garner would provide some insights, accents, colors, connect a few dots and fill in some blanks. Which they certainly did!
In your extensive 7 years of research for this book, what are some things that you previously didn’t know that surprised you?
Gosh, seven-ish years, give or take. Sounds like dog years, an itch or curse, or wandering aimlessly or purposefully in the desert. And a numerical theme—the seven year period from 1964-1971 was roughly the span I covered. And the other “Chicago Seven,” the “Suburbs Seven” group of bands (American Breed, Buckinghams, Cryan’ Shames, Ides of March, Mauds, New Colony Six and Shadows of Knight) were a cornerstone for the chronicle. Cue Love on the soundtrack: “7 and 7 Is.” A lifetime and legacy.
As for surprises and things I previously didn’t know: I was amazed at how LITTLE I knew and conversely, how much I learned. That is the essence of research, exploration and discovery. Nanook of North Riverside! I was struck, if not overwhelmed, by the abundance, and how many layers that there were/are (bi-tensual) to this time, place and story, and how bits and pieces (a DC5 nod) continually interconnected, criss-crossed and contextualized nationally, internationally, regionally and locally within sweet home Chicago’s rich musical heritage.
Ricochets routinely rang throughout the writing process, from here to there to everywhere and back. There is/was so much more to the story than the “Suburbs Seven.” To borrow from the Lennon/McCartney Song Book, “I Should Have Known Better.” There were bands and more bands; “All kinds of ‘em.” With suburbs sprawling in every direction, each with a set of significant bands or a teen club contributing to the sound and the vibe. Songs, singles and albums in Revolutions Per Minute, Long Play and live. Of course, two powerful AM radio stations, WLS & WCFL, that were umbilical chords; their dynamic personality disc jockeys; television shows and performances; the lively teen club circuit, local, indie and national record labels, studios, ace producers, instruments in addition to guitars, such as horns and the Farfisa and Vox Continental combo organs, youth and teen culture, the sociopolitical climate and counterculture, the British Invasion; the Midwest. And the beat goes on…
*As a footnote, many of these focal points and rich topics —the bands, radio stations, record labels, teen club circuit etc.—that are presented within my Chicagoland account could easily be expanded into individual book length treatments that transcend the mere (albeit thorough) chapters here.
| Clark Weber, WLS DJ, at a Monkees show with Davy Jones |
You frequently mention the thriving Chicago economy of the time, the vibrant atmosphere and the strong and viable musical infrastructure of the city and sprawling suburbs: teen clubs (The Cellar, Like Young), record hops, record stores and departments (E.J. Korvettes), radio (WLS & WCFL), TV (Kiddie A-Go-Go) record labels (Mercury, Dunwich, USA and Columbia) and recording studios (Chess, Universal). While many major cities around the world had thriving scenes in the wake of the Beatles/British Invasion what was it about Chicago that made it such a magical time and place?
…THAT is the (19)64-thousand dollar question, isn’t it!? A proverbial Perfect Storm perhaps? Destiny? Timing? Maybe something in the Lake Michigan water or simply the planets serendipitously aligning in the Chicagoland Sphere: musically, geographically, economically, organizationally, mass media, industrially, socially, economically, youth culture et al. A mysterious magical mix and prolific potion.
In the book’s conclusion/coda, I concisely compare and contrast the Chicagoland 1960s scene with other cross-cultural locales, metro movements and happenings— Los Angeles’s Sunset Strip & canyon scenes; the Pacific Northwest’s Portland & Seattle; 1960s San Francisco’s far out Haight Ashbury; New York’s Greenwich Village, Nashville’s cats; Austin, TX’s city limits and Michigan’s Motor City among them.
The Chicago bands were also competitive, which made them better. Do you contribute the competitive nature of the scene to the survival instinct (partly due to the severe weather) that is part and parcel of the Midwestern experience & ethos? The bands also dressed well in "continental mod" fashion because it was cold. Plus, bands could bunker in basements and musically woodshed vs. the allure being out in the California Sun.
I sensed from various accounts--both in archival research and conversations with band members-- that there was what I refer to as a Music-teerian “All For One and One For Allness” undercurrent of mutuality and community. I believe everyone was aware that there was something special happening. At the same time, the competitiveness, which may have translated at times into professional jealousy or insecurities, was natural or inevitable-Human nature 101. Some of the band members spoke to that self-awareness. When they’d hear the latest song from one of their fellow suburb bands, whether live during a performance or on the AM radio airwaves climbing the charts, it was motivational: “Wow, we gotta do something like that.” The Cryan Shames’ Tom Doody curiously compared the atmosphere to “Wrestlemania,” observing that there was “friendliness with an edge.” They all wanted to be the best.
As for the winter weather….? Interesting perspective. Though having survived many a blizzard, frigid cold and gleefully benefitted from snow days growing up there, I really didn’t emphasize or contextualize the meteorological music mix of the Midwest over the course of the writing project. I don’t know whether or not weather was a factor, and if so, how much; other than maybe a gig, a concert, travel or recording session being postponed or cancelled due to snow, cold and arctic blasts?
Fashion wise, I never gave it a thought that the continental mod look, notably of the New Colony Six, was mod-ivated by seasonal temperatures. Though there was differentiation within their stylistic resemblance to Paul Revere & the Raiders, I naturally connected the “uniform” with Revere’s colorful group. Ray Graffia dismissed the derivativeness, courteously reminding that both bands chose autonomously to be outfitted in the colonial costume. And both wore the look well.
I really appreciated your expansive approach with Chicagoland at the epicenter and how you extended your narrative to include and encompass the greater Midwest with the reach of the two primary labels (Dunwich & Destination/USA) and the two powerhouse AM radio stations (WLS and WCFL). You surprisingly start with the Rivieras of South Bend and end with the perennially overlooked Spanky & Our Gang (from downstate Peoria, Bloomington) with in-between visits to the Robbs of Milwaukee, Sounds Unlimited of Indianapolis and the great Luv’d Ones from Niles, Michigan. What led you to this expanded focus?
Thank you so much for noticing the satisfying and significant music “field trips” to neighboring Midwest spots, beyond Chicagoland. “Procksimity” is the term I like to use. No boundaries or borders here. As local producer Paul Gallis proclaimed, “There was room for everybody.” Whether downstate or central Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin, Indiana…that’s close enough! Sound traveled well in those daze, especially over the AM airwaves (as you point out). My inclusion/expansion into a regional rotation beyond city limits and suburban surroundings was multiple parts curiosity, commitment and a compulsive condition to being as connect-the-dots, collect-the-whole-set comprehensive as I could/should be in dutifully chronicling the era and setting. I consider these “outliers” from across the Illinois state line important echoes in the Chicagoland soundscape.
These Chicagoland bands were a cut above and second only to the diverse Los Angeles scene (e.g., Love, Byrds, Leaves, Seeds, Electric Prunes, Association, Turtles, Doors etc.) There was not one sonic identity-unless you want to go with the latter horn rock sounds. There is also regional/national dichotomy of the New Colony Six being big in the region, while the Buckinghams having hits on the national scene with their extensive touring and their smooth pop sounds. If you don’t mind playing favorites, which was your favorite Chicagoland group growing up and has it changed now?
A follow up footnote first: Many nice points here regarding the scene and the sound. The regional/national dichotomy. And identity. If I may respond, as I addressed this in passages throughout the book, including in the conclusion (Cornerstone Coda) with concise comparisons to other pop rock garage pockets across the country. While not necessarily an identity crisis, “Horn rock” perhaps sticks a bit more than other labels for Chicagoland’s sound during the era. Among the sound suspects include the seven-piece band Chicago, who wore the bold brass badge quite well, if not as a signature. While many other locals certainly leaned on and integrated that sound, among them and at the forefront, The Mob (the overlooked musical group, not the syndicate). Another contributing factor to that perception/association (not the band the Association, who happened to be my very first concert at a downtown venue!) that some of Chicagoland’s biggest, most enduring hits during the period happened to be horn-centric: the American Breed’s “Bend Me Shape Me,” (and the fun fact that the Outsiders recorded the song first); the Ides of March’s touchstone “Vehicle,” and the Buckinghams’ ascending horns in “Kind of Drag.” More broadly—both regionally and nationally—groups such as Chase, Blood Sweat & Tears and the Canadian outfit, Lighthouse, with the catchy “One Fine Morning,” trumpeted that trendy sonic presence, jazzing it up with horns of plenty.
As for personal “favorites,” there was some fluidity at work there short of flavor-of-the-month, with limited partiality or predominant preference. Call it collective allegiance. There was enough good music and distinctive sounds circulating that you could declare a fave Chicagoland band almost every day of the week (or “Eight Days a Week” on the Beatles’ calendar), often determined or influenced by the latest single in the WLS/WCFL radio rotations. In those Good Old Daze before “influencers,” I’d go through intervals of spending more time listening to one band more than another, especially when their album releases competed with singles consumption. There was an abundance of LP tracks to sample, repeat play, and to like. Albums broadened the band's songbooks beyond the WLS/WCFL radio airplay and stacks of 45 rpm singles. The Ides of March from Berwyn were located the closest in relation to North Riverside, so they got points for that, not to mention deep tracks such as “One Woman Man,” “Colorado Morrow,” and “Aire of Good Feeling,” which featured a lyric: “We’ll meet at Miller Meadow/I can hardly wait.” That couplet resonated as an anthem of familiarity. Miller Meadow was a forest preserve locale in Forest Park on the Des Plaines River off First Avenue, less than a mile and short bike ride from my home on 5th Avenue in North Riverside. Procksimity strikes a chord again! These bands were OURS. They made the tone and tunes of the Times tangible.
A footnote on local favorites. As a Byrds kid captivated by their jingle jangle, folk/rock/electric/psych (and eventually country) sound, Roger McGuinn’s ringing 12-string Rickenbacker and the group’s chiming harmonies, I may have (and continued) to lean between a little and a lot toward the Cryan' Shames,’ whose sound adeptly borrowed and blended “B’s”--the Byrds, Beatles and Beach Boys and maybe a fourth “B”: Brilliant!
The early New Colony Six were catchy and immediate, but also exploratory and adventurous. As I have become older, I have embraced the “Girls in the Garage” sound, led by the Luv’d Ones, the Daughters of Eve and the Same, that all played a significant part in the Chicago scene. Also, I have come around to the Cryan’ Shames. I would have considered them too lightweight and somewhat cloying in my teens and early-twenties, but have reconsidered in the intervening years. Due to its front cover consisting of live shots, I also thought A Scratch in the Sky was a live album when I came upon it at a library sale in the ‘90s. (Live albums were a low priority when starting to build a record collection.) I also passed because the vinyl was all scratched up. Later, I read it was fairly common to think this was a live album and it’s hard to find in decent condition as the well-loved album merited many a spin. Upon recent re-listening, it blew me away and it does deserve its belated "Pet Sounds-ish" recognition as it’s a showcase of their brilliance and also a “synthesis” of the Beatles, Beach Boys, Byrds and Hollies.
Spot on here, and can relate to similar taste/listening, sound shifts and preferences that have come with agingI During the Day, there was a stack of New Colony Six 45s (Sentar/Centaur & Mercury) cued on the turntable spindle. Sensitive guy that I am, they hooked me with a string of garage, psych and cascading rhythmic singles and B-sides: the “Love You So Much/”Let Me Love You,”—a gem described as “a sublime slice of pure power pop”--“I’m Just Waitin’ (Anticipating for Her to Show Up),” “You’re Gonna Be Mine,” “Come and Give Your Love to Me.”
In addition to the NC6, it was easy to be faithful to the Ides of March, Cryan’ Shames (see my previous riff on them), and Buckinghams. Those were my Fab Four on the local level. All those bands possessed and presented different appealing musical qualities in lyrics, sound, tempo, vocals and harmonies, instrumentation. And they were our home towners!
Unfortunately, that may have been a bit confining; a boxed-in set. There were many groups in the book that I came across while researching that I had not encountered, was aware of or listened to back in the day. I discovered that I missed/overlooked/neglected a lot of cool music and bands of ‘60s Chicagoland. Among them, the “girls in the garage” Daughters of Eve, Luv’d Ones along with the Knaves, Exceptions, Del-Vetts, Saturday’s Children and many others that I was able to include in the book. However, the Same that you mentioned are MIA! Drat! There are likely others, but the Same omission will haunt this obsessive completist. Though I remain puzzled (and frustrated) that I did come across any reference to them anywhere. Bummer…but thanks!
This seems consistent with our elongated, if not endless, trek across the vast Chicagoland mid-1960s soundscape. Just when you think you have uncovered, explored, seen and heard pretty much everything, along comes another song, another source or reference, buried treasure uncovered in the archive or vaults; nuggets which subsequently strike a responsive chord on some level. In this case, more cool stuff dwelling in the Cellar, ready to excavate and enjoy, relics from a bountiful locale and era. Seek, find, listen to. Never too late.
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| The late Jimy Sohns and the Shadows of Knight-photo from the album The Shadows Of Knight – Live 1966 from Sundazed Music |
“Gloria” was obviously the shot heard around North America (and beyond) and continues to resound today. What do you consider the quintessential Chicago singles and/or songs from that time?
….though New Colony Six founder and front Ray Graffia Jr. will be hasty with a rewind remind that the NC6’s “I Confess” preceded Jimy Sohns’ Shadows’ “Gloria” to initiate/ignite the Chicagoland regional revolution; it’s impossible not to include their Them cover on the 1960s/early 1970s Chicagoland enduring A-Sides along with “I Confess.” Both are revolution requisites when compiling a Greatest Hits or Quintessential singles most representative of the Once Upon a Time & Place.
The same with the Ides’ “Vehicle,” Buckinghams’ “Kind of a Drag,” the American Breed’s “Bend Me Shape Me” and perhaps the overlooked Mauds cover of “Hold On.” As for the Cryan’ Shames, I might go with the jangly uptempo “Sugar and Spice” (another cover), though a case certainly could be made for their Beach Boy Pacifica wavelength washing onto the shores of Lake Michigan on “It Could Be We’re in Love,” or the cover girl gaze of “I Wanna Meet You.” The hit single status, charting course and enduring airplay of these songs make them obvious selections, and foundational as tracks in the resounding regional rotation. And, it may be negligent not to represent Chicago (Transit Authority), the brass band, and their “more horn” (instead of cowbell) sound; so maybe a nod to “Beginnings” (1969) or “25 or 6 to 4,” into 1970, or any number of their notable hits.
Speaking of, or not speaking of,.. A few Honorable Mentions or rotation runners up: How about the Flock’s “Take Me Back;” and a windy city in your hair anthem providing period punctuation in the early 1970s (in addition to the Ides’ sentimental breakdown “L.A. Goodbye”): Aliotta Haynes & Jeremiah’s “Lake Shore Drive (LSD).” “And there ain’ t no road just like it…”
Thanks for asking about works in progress and in motion. Been outlining a book length volume, critical, bio-blend and comprehensive recording catalog of two of my longtime favorites: multi/maxi instrumentalist, understated Lords of the Strings, Ry Cooder (Rising Sons) and (the Late Great David Lindley (Kaleidoscope). Tentative work in progress title: Versatile Virtuosos: The Sound Sourcery and Mutuality of Ry Cooder & David Lindley.
What is your favorite experience behind researching and writing this book?
Completing the project! The journey’s end. Arriving. That was my wife’s favorite also. Actually, pulling off what I had I hoped I could, telling this meaningful story as thoroughly as possible. And, I was rewarded with the Gift of learning so much along the way.
This project has been a privilege, a duty, an homage, a Labor of Love with a memoir demeanor and spirit. At the risk of sounding cliched, pedestrian or boringly academic, the research/writing process/experience of exploration and discovery; and managing, organizing and shaping/arranging/presenting such an abundance of information into a geo-musical and cultural history with an archival sound resource is very gratifying. And achieving a Totality like pieces of a puzzle—words arranged in (hopefully) an engaging, informative narrative (with alliterative excess that usually annoys readers more than it does charms them); images for visual aid; carefully crafted titles and subtitles; meticulously curated epigraphs to frame themes, chapters and subsections; an annotated discography—mid-1960s Chicagoland all bound in 250 pages.
A Coda of grace and gratitude to you Ted, for your interest, support and kindred sound spiritship. To borrow from Sly and the Family Stone: Thank you (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)
Sunday, August 04, 2024
Beachwood Sparks-Across The River Of Stars
Beachwood Sparks have always been on their own trajectory, while also considering the past and future surrounding the elusive eternal now. They were quite the lightning strike in the late ‘90s. The Clarks Wallabees-wearing band were sure exciting to read about in zines like Vendetta during the late ‘90s as they were doing something radically different, but attuned to the times. Some of its members were also said to be DJs (and maybe college students) who played “Lemonade Rock” during the mid-mornings on Loyola Marymount’s KXLU. As with so many other past forward musical movements, Greg Shaw was ahead of the curve and was able to sign them to his Bomp label in 1998.
Their self-titled debut album delivered the (Southern Californian) goods, even if it and its Sub Pop imprimatur befuddled many reviewers outside of the Mountain West & the Pacific Coast. The band slighty drifted from their regional rustic canyon good vibrations with the more dense and experimental Once We Were Trees. They completely lost me by the late time of Make the Cowboy Robots Cry. Perhaps they wandered off the trail or reached an impasse on where to take the sound? Although they seemed like the perfect band to be signed next by Warner Records, heading into the direction of the Flaming Lips didn’t do it for me.
At this point, the members splintered off into different projects with varying degrees of success. Farmer Dave and Jimi Hey went on to form the band All Night Radio and released the spectacularly ambitious album Spirit Stereo Frequency. I was fortunate to be able to see them live at Solar Culture on a starlit November night in Tucson. Additionaly, the Tyde always seemed like the natural companion band of Beachwood Sparks until the besotted Darren 4. However, the Tyde has risen again to release Season 5 this year, which could be their best album. Nonetheless, it’s the one that stands out the most for me with its successful attempt at evoking Florida's all-encompassing tropical (healing) vibes and Panama Jack-stylings.
Mountain, Ocean Sun They cover some varied terrain on Across the River of Stars with each song emerging somewhat stylistically distinct upon multiple plays. Their albums have generally been front-loaded and this one is no exception. They actually excel at the mid-tempo, but fall somewhat flat when they slow things down as their laconic can becomes a bit lethargic.
Defining Moment Occupying the fitting 4th song position in the lineup, “Gentle Samurai” is a should-be smash hit and perhaps the band’s most captivating song of their career. It’s an unifying statement stacked with harmonies, ‘60s bubblegum pop embellishments and ringing guitars. While still blazing their own trail, the song clearly cross paths with Teenage Fanclub (e.g. “Baby Lee,” "I Don't Want Control of You"), the Quarter After and the Resonars. “Gentle Samurai” is testament to their promise and delivery as a band and this is what I imagined them to sound like before hearing any of their official releases.
As with all their albums, there are some missteps like the incongruous shrill guitar tones of “Gem” and boring “Desert Center'' stretches found under “High Noon." Still, when they do connect they make the summer hits and rolling rock country like “Dophin Dance” for a now mostly vanished world. On a sidenote: When I lived in the Los Angeles area, I would see the Beachwood Drive exit sign along the 101 and imagine the band living in a house up the hill like the Grateful Dead with the Byrds (or Primal Scream) playing non-stop, while I was stuck in work-a-day traffic. Their parting shot, “Wild Swans” brings out a New Order/Peter Hook bass line. By the way, a New Order influence also surfaces on the Tyde’s “Use Them." Across the River of Stars may be a bit of a rough ride and it may be their Dr. Byrds & Mr. Hyde, but it’s who they are. However uneven, it’s encouraging to hear their further sonic explorations along the shifting edges that lead to the vast expanses of the West.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
News: Hot Off The (Private) Press
From an overview perspective, Hot Off the Press is a wonderful 1974 anomaly fed from the mainstream tributaries/currents of the Lovin’ Spoonful and the ‘70s Beach Boys, along with some distant echoes of pop-era Don and the Goodtimes, New Colony Six, and from around the bend “Blew Mind” Hardtimes. Moving beyond the banks and inland, the City & Western harmonies of Moby Grape, Buffalo Springfield, Spur and the Everpresent Fullness stretch over the old territorial frontiers.The extraordinary thing here is there was no particular reason for this extinct sound in the "lost years" of the early ‘70s. Whether you hold the perspective that that the floor suddenly came out from under 1968 world, along with concomitant music scene, due to the rough waters or if things just slowly sunk into the inevitable major slump, this record carries forth the Wilsonesque tradition of extending the sunshine dreams and healing music of the mid-‘60s into the harsh early ‘70s. The continuing story is that News with its convergence of steel guitar with harmonies created a distinctive American sound, once heard only in rarified circles, that has endured over the shifting currents of time.
Who Wants Yesterday's Papers?
Hot off the Press is not simply a nice, somewhat underrated, cul-de-sac into escapism like Flash Cadilac and The Continental Kids’ Sons Of The Beaches album. The album is not only suspended in time, but the unfolding music, at times, has a suspended in air quality. After spinning through the noise of the dial on “Radio Blahs,” the noise is cast aside and the signal is found in the song “Loser” with its interlocking parts driven by a steel guitar, propulsive percussion and ascendant melodies converging and diverging in unexpected, but magnificent directions. By the time of the call and response, new vistas and unification are reached and everything fits together like the design of a ‘67 Mercury Cougar. With their flourishing arrangements and melodic magnetism, were News holdovers or holdouts for the mid-sixties sounds? Or were they simply unabashed believers in that magic that the Lovin’ Spoonful once sang about. “Oh La La” is as sparkling and remarkable as spotting one of those Peter Max-ish Uncola signs still hanging in one of those out the way and trapped in another time rural towns. This is sound the Beach Boys were looking for throughout most of the ‘70s. Next, “Farmer’s Daughter” comes charging out of the gate in full force spurred by the big soaring spirit of Moby Grape blazing over some deep Grass Roots tangled under explosed sections of some pizzicato'ed “Pipeline.” They truly find the hidden door to 1967 on this one.
Who Loves the Sun…Not Everyone?
Overall, “Misty Day,” reminds me of leaving 1981 Daytona Beach at sunset, and looking down the beach as miles and miles of traffic was leaving the day. All seemed connected by the good vibes and active day not etched into redundant routines or divided up trying to get obligations done. It also reveals the path of working towards some notion of leisure that can be futile as scooping sand in face of the lapping tide. Further, the song serves as a reminder of the relinquished sense of wonder resulting from being removed from the experience of rising & setting sun and out being truly out of step with nature. The incandescent song floats and veers into realms evocative of the best Strawberry Alarm Clock. The steel guitar meander like the coastal 101 while the climbing harmonies cut through the marine layer and reveal the trinity of Mountains, Oceans and Sun. The fact that this unfolding song, full of contrast, leans more towards the ‘Clock than the “Ventura Highway” of America is probably the major reason News never made a breakthrough to 1974 mainstream listeners (who were only on the verge of reaccepting the “Endless Summer” packaged Beach Boys). Accordingly, the recording industry followed suite and the album only received nominal interest from Epic Records. The seagull sounds in the intro and fade are like flashes of ’60s lightning on the cluttered horizons of '70’s.
“Easy Street” and the entire album for that matter contradict the academic origins of this band based around Yale University in New Haven. Frequently, albums emanating from Higher Education sound over-contrived in their “progressive” attempt to achieve high art. Actually, it sounds years and miles removed from the academic milieu (in its worst tied-down incarnations), The band’s sensibility, ingenuity and approach does not sound studied or measured, it just sounds right. The playful “Easy Street” has a West Coast vibe all over it that belies both their Ivy League and the Northeast origins while also transcending that dated “good-timey” sound. The CD format allows for “Easy Street” to flow smoothly into the more cerebral “Pine Tree Heaven.” In this jaunt out to the rural routes, the album hits its pinnacle and reaches the possible peace and clean air you get in a mountain town enwreathed in trees away from the heat reflecting sprawl of the flatlands. The topography evoked comes off more as the human scale Smokey Mountains than the towering Rockies. In a way, the song chronicles the move of seekers from the downtown to the downhome. Still, “Pine Tree Heaven” does not present a clean and easy break and laments when “Downtown” both as a locale and a song used mean something—something hopeful. This is just one of the many nods to a higher profile group or song from this low to no profile group. These references are kept in check and work in the context of the songs without being corny or hagiographic.
Postflyte
“One Night Stands” and “Angie” turn down the brain wattage and tries to out bar rock CCR, the Stones, Brownsville Station or even Ron Loney-era Flamin' Groovies, but it does not really work. These missteps present an entirely different sounding band, with "Angie" being the superior of the inferior songs. “New York City” ends the proper album on a subtle and jazzy note taking a low rent “Light My Fire” excursion. The song is proficient, but lacks the Byzantine vibrancy of the said comparison. However, the song is a true grower and one hears new aspects of it with each listen. Two previously unreleased songs are affixed to the proper album. The brief instrumental “Dynamic Radio Spot Bed” actually sounds somewhere between a 5D Byrds backing track and Index. A demo of “Misty Day” closes out the album. Characteristic of most demos, this doesn’t have the lift off or the dimensions of the full spectrum album version. Still it’s endearing to hear the brittle as stucco quality of this practice run.
Sunshine Dreams, Indeed
Yoga Records and Riverman Music (Korea) have been providing an important countercurrent in the reissue scene by opening artist-authorized doors to‘70s private press albums that listeners (without a fat wallet and surplus time) could only previously read about in The Acid Archives. With its distinctive overlay of steel guitar intertwined with majestic harmonies, News could have been forerunners of a new movement, but got lost in shuffle between the critically sanctioned Cosmic Americana of the Flying Burrito Brothers, the cult of Gram Parsons and the popular commercial radio friendly sounds of America and David Gates/Bread (who do have their pop moments). Aspects of Hot Off the Press could have been said to anticipated the desert boots/ Calming Seas scene led by the Beachwood Sparks, Brother Brian bands like the Heavy Blinkers, the earnest & plaintive and melodic Volebeats and most recently in the realized rustic Americana of Fleet Foxes. However, this album was buried very deep at the turn of the last century to make any type of correlation. Hearing this inspired album for the fist time is 2011 is like an Asian zig-zag bridge allowing for a new perspective on 1974, while expressing the timeless hope in something better.
















