Posted: May 19th, 2023 | Filed under: Culture, Music, Rock & Roll Rewind, Ruminations | 1 Comment »
This is a remembrance of my first college concert.
James Brown Revue.
Fall ’63. In Doremus Gymnasium at Washington & Lee University in Lexington, Virginia.
For the full story we need to go back to where the story starts. The winter prior, my senior year in high school. When my pals and I discovered WLAC 1510 AM Nashville. (We were far from the only ones. Such as the Brothers Allman — Greg and Duane — have spoken of the station’s influence. So too, Robbie Robertson up north of the borderline.)
It is a 50,000 watt clear channel station, which means its signal carries long and far after dark. Which is when the station’s otherwise pro forma programming shifted into soul and blues. That which had not so many years prior been dubbed “race music.”
I fell in love, we fell in love, regaling each other in the mornings with tales of the evening before’s programming.
The DJ that we most loved was a fellow who on the air went as Big Hugh Baby. Hugh Jarrett had once been a member of the Jordanaires, backing Elvis often.
For us, he was the raucous guy whose patter was full of sexual double entendres, aimed it seemed directly at us and frat boys across the land. Though his primary sponsors were Royal Crown Pomade, baby chicks and Randy’s Record Shop in nearby Gallatin.
Guys would call in, advising Big Hugh on the air, they were in the midst of reverie, and needed some help. (As I did once during spring break in Florida.) Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 7th, 2023 | Filed under: Food, JazzFest, Music, New Orleans | 8 Comments »
So after entering on Day 2 of my 34th JazzFest, I was on my way to grab a Crawfish Strudel before heading to the Gentilly Stage.
Because nothing bellows, “Good Mornin’ JazzFest!” like a Frozen Latte and that unique Crescent City delight.
I got a text from an old JF pal Mitchell, whom the Film Babe and I met with his bride Suzette a dozen or so years ago as we were all on way the Day Before for some in store performances at Louisiana Music Factory. They’re yearly regulars now, this year herding a group of 13.
We’ve been able to hook up just about every year, to catch up, etc, etc. Many of his gang were where I was headed, so we hung for awhile during Johnny Sketch.
It was just one of the blessings of this year’s Fest, where sharing with friends enhances the experience,
Indulge me for a second while I explain why that’s important for me.
My first Fest was a half century ago. I’d been introduced by an old college chum Marc, and hung with him. For years I’d go down alone, come home and in a a display of ego-driven musical oneupsmanship would lord it over my friends. Like, “I’ve got this goin’ on, and you don’t.”
Then one year in the early 90s, I was sitting in a smaller tent, listening to a sublime solo set by Aaron Neville, distraught at myself because I Didn’t Have Anybody To Share The Moment With. Since then, on purpose, I’ve been able to share the experience with pals from home, pals I’ve made through the years from New Orleans and elsewhere. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: March 8th, 2023 | Filed under: Music, Rock & Roll Rewind | No Comments »
I’m a a Rock & Roll lifer. I got stories, lots of stories. Here’s one.
This is a fully corrected — hopefully — and somewhat expanded version of this recent remembrance.
Oft asked. Never answered.
Best concert I’ve ever been to?
Not going there.
That’s some dangerous quicksand masking a rabbit hole too long, deep and winding.
My favorite?
Too many. It would be easier to name the handful when I didn’t find something to enjoy.
Ah, but most memorable?
Easy Peasy. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 26th, 2022 | Filed under: Cinema, Culture, Film Reviews Podcast, Music | No Comments »
It is a significant topic as deep and long as the entire 20th C.
Elvis Presley.
Elvis.
Baz Luhrmann has attempted to tackle it, in his latest release, simply titled, “Elvis.”
Austin Butler is magnificent as Presley, who was known as the “King of Rock & Roll.”
Tom Hanks not so much as the equally important for the tale to be told manager, the self-proclaimed Colonel Tom Parker.
Because I grew up with Elvis and rock & roll, I have many thoughts and emotions about Presley, as well as about Luhrmann’s manner of telling to tale.
For significantly more details of my thoughts on both, listen to the podcast below:
Posted: June 20th, 2022 | Filed under: Cinema, Culture, Music, Personalities | 2 Comments »
This piece was originally published at the turn of the century. It has been very slightly edited for clarity and content in advance of the release this week of the Elvis Presley biopic.
In his book “The Fifties,” David Halberstam chronicles the most misunderstood of the century’s decades. In the tome, he relates a conversation where noted composer and conductor Leonard Bernstein discussed political and social trends with Dick Clurman, an editor at Time magazine. Halberstam quotes Bernstein: “Elvis Presley is the greatest cultural force of the twentieth century.”
Incredulous, Clurman suggests some other choice, Picasso perhaps.
Bernstein, not to be deterred, retorts: “(Elvis) changed everything — music, language, clothes, it’s a whole new social revolution . . .”
Elvis Presley is LEO’s Person of the Century.
That is not a typo. No Henry Ford or Winston Churchill or Bill Gates or FDR or Einstein or Rosa Parks or Jackie O could meet our standards at Louisville Eccentric Observer for such critical status.
Elvis Presley is the wise choice, the eccentric choice, the correct choice. Love him or loathe him. Pity his Greek tragedy of a life. Ignore him if so inclined. But don’t make the mistake of dismissing Elvis as irrelevant.
Elvis was the undisputed King of Rock & Roll but no longer a major player on the music scene twenty two years ago when he died ignominiously in his throne room. The causes: Terminal, drug-induced bloat and chronic ennui. He had become the caped, prescription pill-addled Elvis who arrived for a White House audience with Richard Nixon, carrying a handgun as a gift, then requesting a badge to fight drug abuse.
We chose the Elvis who in the summer of 1953 entered the Memphis Recording Service studio at 706 Union in Memphis to record an acetate for his mama. The Elvis who the following year, at the insistence of guitarist Scotty Moore, and with encouragement from Sam Phillips’ secretary Marion Keister, waxed revved versions of Bill Monroe’s “Blue Moon of Kentucky” and Arthur Crudup’s “That’s All Right Mama.” The songs changed Elvis’ life forever.
And the lives of all who heard them.
And life itself.
As Renaissance Woman Caroline Dahl titled her magnificent needlepoint seen above, Elvis was “The New King of Heaven and Hell.”
Elvis Presley. The world’s been a different place since. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 16th, 2022 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast, Music, New Orleans | No Comments »
If you are here, you understand that I am obsessed with the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.
JazzFest.
I’ve attended 34 of them, all but one since 1988, and refer to the gathering to honor the culture, cuisine and music of the Crescent City as “the gravitational pull of my year.”
So, when a new documentary about the Fest came out, I was all over it. Watched it the first moment available on Amazon Prime. (Even though it’s being screened in theaters nationwide, none are doing so in my town.)
That was a week ago. The delay in this review is simply explained.
Such is my emotional attachment to Fest, it’s taken this long for me to conjure a reasonably objective assessment of the flick.
Which doc is, despite some personal objections I have to editorial decisions made, an invigorating take, which depicts the Fest in all its glory.
I recommend you watch. After, of course, listening to my significantly more informational podcast review below:
Posted: May 4th, 2022 | Filed under: Food, JazzFest, Music | No Comments »
Though not a world traveler, I feel fairly comfortable opining that there are not any other cities around the globe with as musically an influenced culture as New Orleans.
No, Memphis, put your hand down.
From the time slaves were allowed to dance in what is now called Congo Square, just outside the Quarter past Rampart and Basin Streets, through the advent of jazz, the honky tonks of Storyville, the brass band tradition, Satchmo, Fats, T0ussaint and to this day, this city swings, sways and dances.
Even immediately after funerals to assuage the grief.
I can’t get enough.
So, I have contemporary local faves, some of whom I’ve already heard, some are playing this coming weekend. Then there’s the newcomers, carrying on the tradition, like Tuba Skinny, and others like Naughty Professor, extrapolating from it.
Below I chat about a few of the New Orleans/ Louisiana based acts that had my attention this past weekend
Posted: May 3rd, 2022 | Filed under: JazzFest, Music | 2 Comments »
Too much to say in one podcast about my return to New Orleans for the first JazzFest since ’19. So I broke it in half.
More important than the music or incredible food which inform this unique city’s culture, to see it resilient as ever, as alive as ever, warms the heart.
Just being back brings arguably the most joy.
But, of course, the soft shell crab at impeccable GW Fins, a late lunch at Peche and Crawfish Strudel at the fest bring joy to my taste buds.
Then, oh yeah, the music at the best music festival extant in the world’s most music centric city.
Name Drop Interlude: At my friends Marc and Jill’s crawfish boil the other night, I was chatting with a pal of theirs, whom I’ve know for years. Who, I just learned the other night was roommates in the early 60s in military school with Duane Allman. Who was good friends with Robert and his parents, who hosted Duane and brother Greg for holidays, and whenever they came to town to play. Just sayin’.
Below I discuss some of the non local acts that grabbed my soul.
Stay tuned, Part Deux Coming Soon.
Posted: April 28th, 2022 | Filed under: Culture, JazzFest, Music | 5 Comments »
My favorite thing in life, the New Orleans JazzFest, the best musical experience extant, is back after a two year hiatus because of You Know What.
So am I.
This will be my 33d Fest, the first in ’76.
Seven days of music on consecutive weekends, on ten stages inside Fairgrounds Racetrack complex from 11:30 in morning until 7:00.
Did I mention it’s in New Orleans, where you can also find something worthwhile to eat when out to dinner with friends?
I am beside myself with joy.
For the reasons why, listen below:
Posted: March 4th, 2022 | Filed under: Culture, Music, New Orleans, Personalities, Ruminations, Today's Lesson Learned | 5 Comments »
The header is not a misspell. Read on.
I live in a part of my hometown where everybody seems to be interconnected, where there are not a lot of degrees of separation. Where your cousin is likely to work with your neighbor’s uncle. The mother of your daughter’s current BF went to the junior prom 25 years ago with your boss’s brother. A former fellow bandmate of your Louisville contractor teaches guitar to your former fraternity brother. In New Orleans.
That kind of stuff.
An educated area, yet when asked what school one attended, the intention is to learn what high school, not college.
I’ve often joked that on my deathbed, two people will walk in together and provide the final tie in to everyone I’ve known.
I am used to connectivity.
So, I look for links in my life.
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I am a huge music fan.
Rock & Roll.
I’m full with it, my history with it. I can tell you exactly where I was when I first heard “Walk Don’t Run.” What acts were on the bill at the first concert I attended. “Biggest Show of Stars.” On July 29, 1961.
I’ve often mused whether I’d have made it as I have to double sevens without tuneage to provide a necessary soundtrack along the way. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: December 3rd, 2021 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast, Music | No Comments »
Before diving into this, one must ask him/herself, do I really wish to spend 8 hours in the recording studio with the Beatles?
Do I want to watch the dynamic of the world’s best and easily most famous pop band, as they interact while disintegrating?
Do I wish to view the laborious process that goes into creating a song, like, oh, “Get Back?” Or how “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” came about?
Do I want to note Yoko Ono’s everpresence and wonder whaaaaaa?
Do I want to watch the fellows in fur jackets sit around and smoke, and argue in an understated way, or frolic about . . . or just exist?
Well, I’m an addict for rock & roll anecdotia. I watched it all.
But, to be blunt, found some of it to be tedious.
For more about the three part, Peter Jackson-directed series on Disney+, listen to my podcast below. Which is actually more informative than usual. Or, so I say.
— c d kaplan
Posted: October 19th, 2021 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast, Music | No Comments »
To be honest, I was somewhat taken aback a few years ago when Lou Reed passed away.
There was a far greater outpouring of mainstream grief than I would have ever expected.
His music, dark and emotive and poetic, had obviously struck more of a chord than I imagined.
As aware as I have been of the Velvet Underground, I have to admit an unfamiliarity with most of the band’s output.
Yet, I’ve always understood the importance of the group that germinated in the avant garde art scene of Manhattan in the 60s.
Director Todd Haynes beautifully lays out the whole fascinating tale in his marvelous documentary, “The Velvet Underground.”
It’s available for streaming at Apple TV+.
For a more detailed take on the film, listen to my podcast below: