Friday, September 14, 2012

BRIAN KAHANEK "MY FAVORITE GUITAR"



In this clip from the "My Favorite Guitar" series, Los Angeles Solo Artist / Studio Ace, "Brian Kahanek", shows off "Grandpa", a '59 RI Les Paul.

"Grandpa" may be heard on "Starlight", from the CD "One True Thing", HERE:






I'd be mad at him for how well he plays, but you can't be mad at The World's Nicest Guy


Sunday, September 2, 2012

So I sent this to a bunch of my no-good guitar playin' buddies:





Among those who responded are The Burst Brothers (Dave Belzer and Drew Berlin), Bob Mothersbaugh (AKA Devo's Bob 1) Steve Lukather, Mat Koehler, Chuck Kavooras, Arnie Newman, Brian Kahanek, and Holland K Smith.


I'll be shooting their segments soon. Meantime, you have to start somewhere. So I started in my bedroom. 
SPOILER ALERT: My Favorite Guitar is gaudy and twangy. 





Friday, August 3, 2012

S'cuse Me While I Kiss This Guy: Blues Lyrics Untangled.



“S’cuse Me While I Kiss This Guy” 
Blues Lyrics Untangled
You didn’t grow up in the Mississippi Delta during the 1940’s. No you didn’t. Shut up. More like the suburbs, with a Schwinn Sting Ray, and a crush on Farrah. 



You are forgiven, therefore, for not catching every nuance of lyric springing from Field Hollers and the Jim Crow South. I’m a little too much into this stuff, so I think I can help.
That Eleven-Light City, Sweet Home Chicago
Believe it or not, that’s sort-of correct. 
NOT ROBERT JOHNSON
This one’s a mess. In 1927 Kokomo Arnold...




...sang “Eleven-Light City, Sweet Home Kokomo”. In 1937, Robert Johnson’s composition actually contains more references to California than to Chicago. In fact, it may have, as it turns out, nothing to do with the Windy City (stay with me). But Chi-Town has anthemized it. Anthems are no place for lyrical ambiguity. The original lyrics are tricky and mysterious, and, therefore, their use is eroding. 
If your world began in the 80s, you will be confused to hear RJ sing, over and over, “back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago” and in the third verse, “I’m going to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa. 


So what gives? 


Dispensing with the harebrained theory that he didn’t know California from Illinois (he did), we have left some tantalizing possibilities. 
Was the recitation of these various locales an imagined paradise (to oppressed black southerners) all lumped into one? 
Was Johnson, the lyricist, assuming the role of a bullshitting Romeo, trying to pressure his girlfriend into a clearly fictitious road trip?
Was he pronouncing “through” as “troo”? That would be a pretty Chicago-ey thing. Like Joe Pesci in “Casino”. 
Or, my favorite, (tympani roll), was he was talking about Port Chicago, California, where Johnson had relatives? I like it! Chicagoans won't, though.


John the Conqueror 

An African folk hero, a legendary enslaved prince, JTC has a hallucinogenic root named after him . 
Willie Dixon preferred the wording “John the Conqueror Root”. Dixon used this in at least three songs; most famously in “Hoochie Coochie Man”. Bo Diddley, on the other hand, went with “John the Conkeroo” in the barroom staple “I’m a Man”. 
In his great boogie, “Who Do You Love?”, the question is not: “Why isn’t it the more correct ‘WHOM’ do you love?”, but, rather, “WHO THE HECK IS ARLENE?!?”  
Let’s look at some numbers: 




She took him by the hand, she took him for a walk, but she shouldn’t give him no lip. 
We still don’t know who Arlene was. You know who else probably wanted to know who she was? Bo’s WIFE, Ethel Smith. 
Ethel, by the way, was credited with co-writing “Love is Strange”, with Mickey and Sylvia



She didn’t, really, but royalty contracts are peculiar things.
Wang Dang Doodle 
Willie Dixon wrote it, Koko Taylor sang it, with a young Buddy Guy on guitar, and it ran up to #4 on the charts in 1966


Every suburban blues band in America sings it. If I ever once hear the groove and lyrics done right by a cover band, they’ll have to give me smelling salts. 
The song has the simplest of premises: we’re having a big blow-out, replete with fish scent and snuff juice. But it’s the colorful cast of likely attendees which causes all the lyrical mishaps. 
First off, if I get any say in this, do not UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES invite Butcher-Knife-Totin’ Annie. She makes me very uncomfortable .





Kudu-Crawlin Red? All I could find was this picture of a critter called a Kudu.





But the name no one, NO ONE, has ever gotten right? Abyssinian Ned. Now you know. You’re welcome. 
Got my Mojo Workin’
Somewhere along the line, a terrific live recording of Muddy Waters singing Preston Foster’s 1956 voodoo chant became THE version. Lost to history’s dustbin are Foster’s original references to Black Cat Bones all pure and dry, nor Four Leafed Clovers all hangin’ high. But... you will NEVER see a cover band do this one without including Muddy’s Yosemite Sam-like BRRBRRBRRBRRBRRBRR. The other detail worth examining is the line “Goin’ down to Louisiana, get me a mojo hand* Gonna have all you women...” 
What? 
As a kid, I went with “Gonna have all you women retching like a man.” Hey, I was young. And high. I now believe it’s “Gonna have all you women right here at my command” with “right here” pronounced like “ryche eer”. Hey, he was from Mississippi. And, regrettably, he changed the original “I’ve got some red hot tips keeping here on ice” to “whole lotta tricks... on ice”. I pray I’m never in a band that works this up, but if we do, we’re going with “hot tips”. I just hate bands that think they’re this 



but are really this.





What lyrics have you scratched your head over? Leave ‘em in the comments. I’d like to make fun of you. 
* Mojo hand: A detached, deformed hand, or a piece of dried monkey. I don’t make up the news, I just report it. 


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Beep Beep Mmm Beep Beep YEAH!


The Fabs didn't grow up car crazy. 

England isn't a car culture the way Southern California (Or Texas)  is, and they didn't have the money. At first, Mal Evans drove them everywhere in a crummy van with no heater. 

John had no driver's license until 1965. 

Ringo had a Ford Zephyr for hauling drums 


Apparently, George had a Ford Anglia pre-fame 

Hey, they were Ford guys, like me! 



By their early 20s, they were millionaires. The First Order of Automotive Business was a band limo. What’s an Austin Princess?



George swapped his Anglia for a Jag



Then he bought a second Jag, this one an E-type



And, since being the lead guitarist for the Beatles and driving an E-type Jag wasn’t cool enough, he bought an Aston Martin DB5



Ringo nearly missed an Indianapolis gig when the local coppers treated him to a few race laps around the speedway. Time got away from them, so they screamed along in a flotilla of cruisers, in the nick of time for downbeat.


Meanwhile, at the Lennon household, John passed the exam, and word hit the wires that he was looking for a car. A fleet of Swinging London’s Baddest Rides were presented for consideration. Blind as a bat, and having barely learned to drive, he made the sensible choice. 

A Ferrari.





Later that year, he acquired a snazzy Benz roadster



Predictably, the young, newly moneyed Brit bought a Rolls. Like the Chuck Berry song, “No Money Down”, he specified a double bed, a fridge, a TV, a phone (#Weybridge 46676), and decades ahead of the “Pimp my ride” guys, he got it “Murdered out” in matte black paint. Bored with that by 1967, he painted it psychedelic. He might’ve been high.




The car was later brought to the States where John and Yoko donated it to the Smithsonian for a $225,000 tax credit. 




John must’ve liked limousines. He had a ’56 Bentley 




And one of those super-cool, mile-long Mercedes limos. When he moved to the states, this one transferred to George







“Meeting a man from the motor trade” 

-She’s Leaving Home


That lyric actually refers to Terry Doran, who partnered with Brian Epstein on a Mini Cooper dealership. Eppy ordered four Minis spruced up with wood, wool, and leather interiors; power windows(!); a sunroof; and custom bumper and light treatments. Ringo used his, believe it or not, to carry drums






while George painted his all crazy, and loaned it to John



McCartney developed elegant taste overnight: fine art, the Theatre, and cars like this Aston




and this Lamborghini 



Here’s Paul's Mini...


...which he later totaled. 

Speaking of mishaps, as a superfan of Beatle music, I’m glad that the Germans build ‘em sturdy.
Here’s George’s  



Here’s Ringo’s



It’s not German, but here’s John’s boo-boo



When the Lennons relocated to America, John brought over an old Hearse, and had it outfitted with airplane seats. He might’ve been high.
Californians: Look for it on the road, it’s got the license plate “EMAJUN”. 




I like big crazy old station wagons (You can see the grille of my mom’s 1974 Gran Torino Country Squire in the above photo of my Galaxie 500). John must have, too, because he bought this for rolling around incognito




Ringo’s taste was all over the place, from Facel Vega ...


...to a not-very-collectible Mustang 


George was the real car guy. 




Race cars, really (That's actually him).



Ferraris as daily drivers 




and even as investing partner in a “hypercar


AFTERWORD: McCartney has lent his name to Lexus Hybrids for environmental reasons; Ringo was recently spotted by our friends at AMagicalHistory Tour in Beverly Hills driving a Mercedes sedan; John’s last car was a 1979 tan Mercedes station wagon; and I like to think of George’s last car as the McLaren used by the “Threetles” in the Anthology videos.