Saturday, February 16, 2013

Linda Ronstadt - Merry Little Christmas

Linda Ronstadt - Merry Little Christmas
Elektra Records 1096367 (2000)

Track Listing:
1. Christmas Song
2. I'll Be Home For Christmas
3. White Christmas
4. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
5. River
6. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel
7. Xicochi, Xicochi
8. I Wonder As I Wander
9. Away In a Manger
10. Lo! How a Rose E're Blooming
11. Welsh Carol
12. Past Three O'Cock
13. O Magnum Mysterium
14. Silent Night

John Guerin - drums
Linda Ronstadt - vocals
George Massenburg, John Boylan - producer
Dean Parks - guitar
Dan Higgins - alto flute, woodwinds
Charlie Bisharat - viola
Matthew Funes - cello
Jim Cox - celesta
David Campbell - conductor
Joel Derouin - violin
Peter Kent - violin
Rick Baptist - trumpet
Anatoly Rosinsky - violin
Assa Drori - violin
Endre Granat - violin
Mario Diaz De Leon - violin
Michele Richards - violin
Tim May - guitar
Warren Luening - trumpet
Brian Kilgore - percussion
Susan Chatman - violin
Barbara Porter - violin
Dick Bolks - backing vocals
Harris Goldman - violin
Jim Thatcher - French horn
Sheridon Stokes - woodwinds
Keith Greene - viola
Miwako Watanabe - violin
Greg Huckins - woodwinds
Irina Voloshina - violin
Edie Lehmann - backing vocals
Liane Mautner - violin
Roger Freeland - backing vocals
Novi Novog - viola
Rudy Stein - cello
Don Markese - woodwinds
Murray Adler - violin
Carolyn Osborn - violin
Chauncey Welsch - trombone
George Graham - trumpet
Andrew Picken - viola
Dan Smith - cello
Paul Klintworth - French horn
David Stenske - violin
John Gilutin - piano
Bob Sanov - violin
Karen Elaine - viola
Norm Hughes - violin
Dale Anderson - percussion
Eve Butler - violin
Renita Koven - viola
Bob Magnuson - double bass
Bob Peterson - violin
John Hayhurst - viola
Marcia Dickstein - harp
Paul Fried - woodwinds
Stephanie Bennett - harp
Kerry Katz - backing vocals
Jeffrey Haskell - conductor
Jim Stärk - violin
Jimmy Ercole - woodwinds
Leslie Woodbury - violin
Mimi Granat - viola
Peter Matz - conductor
Phil Feather - woodwinds
Valerie DiCarlo - woodwinds
Bob Joyce - backing vocals
John Yoakum - English horn
Mike Geiger - backing vocals
Teri Koide - backing vocals
Gary Kuo - violin
Guy Maeda - backing vocals
Rachel Purkin - violin
Joe Stone - woodwinds
Bob Sanders - trombone
David Gardner - backing vocals
Jim Taylor - backing vocals
Michael Horton - backing vocals
Rosemary Clooney - vocals

John Barry - Body Heat / OST

John Barry - Body Heat / OST
Silver Age FSMCD Vol.15 No.4 (1981)

Disc One:
1. Main Title
2. Searching for Matty
3. Agreement
4. I’m Weak
5. She Tries
6. 3M3 / 3M4
7. Hey Lady
8. What I Want
9. Chapeau Gratis
10. Busted
11. Head / The Breakers
12. Kill for Pussy
13. I’m Frightened
14. Surprise
15. He’s Dead / Basement
16. Explosion
17. Problem
18. Nothing We Can Do / Heather and Roz
19. Us and Oscar / Oscar
20. See Ya / 11M1
21. Watch Your Step
22. Glasses
23. Better Get Him
24. Matty Was Mary Ann
25. Searching for Matty / Agreement (film edit)
26. She Tries (alternate)
27. That Old Feeling
28. A la Harry James
29. 1M2
30. 4M3
31. 5M3
32. 5M4
33. 9M1
34. 9M1a
35. Cocktail Hour
36. Pantyhose / Maidenform
37. Tonight’s Romance / Tomorrow’s Romance

Disc Two:
1. Main Title
2. I’m Weak
3. Chapeau Gratis
4. Hey Lady
5. Busted
6. Kill for Pussy
7. I’m Frightened
8. Surprise
9. Us and Oscar
10. Oscar
11. Problem
12. Better Get Him
13. Matty Was Mary Ann
14. Theme Demo 1
15. Theme Demo 2
16. Theme Demo 3
17. Theme Demo 4
18. Theme Demo 5
19. Theme Demo 6
20. Theme Demo 6A
21. Theme Demo 7
22. Theme Demo 8
23. Theme Demo 9

John Guerin - drums
Ronny Lang - alto saxophone
Mike Lang - piano, Rhodes
Chuck Domanico - bass
David Hartley - piano
London Symphony Orchestra - orchestra
Andrew MacKintosh - saxophone
Joel McNeely - conductor
Robert Townson - producer

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Joni Mitchell Concert Reviews

COLD BLUE STEEL - Joni Mitchell insensitive to miles of aisles?

CINCINNATI - UC Armory Fieldhouse, Tuesday night, Feb. 10, 1976: Those of us who have spent long lonely nights savoring the recorded voice and words of Joni Mitchell had our dreams fulfilled Tuesday night. The poet laureate of all songwriters performed at the UC Fieldhouse for a "more-than-capacity" crowd. With almost ten years of recording behind her, it was Joni's first appearance in Cincinnati.

The program began with a forty-five-minute-set of African-jazz-rock executed by the L.A. Express minus Tom Scott. The timing and interplay of guitarist Robben Ford with the experienced pianist and synthesizer-wizard Victor Feldman was most impressive. Ford's syncopated accents coupled with Feldman's rhythmic hammering accounted for most of the group's spark. Max Bennet's base-line and John Guerin's tasteful drumming held it all together.

David Lewell's tenor and soprano sax with Robben Ford doubling sounded like a single instrument. Laying down the riffs was their job and they did it well. The Express peaked on a John Guerin composition "Down the Middle" in which Guerin and Feldman were featured on drums and congas respectively. Up until this point the Express seemed to be merely going through the motions, although it must be said that the motions were flawless.

After a 15 minute intermission, the "queen of roses" appeared in a jet-black French-Canadian-like jacket, pants, and hat. Her sleeves were embroidered with red roses, her trademark since the debut of her album, For the Roses. Joni's dress was complemented with a vase filled with the same flower placed at such an angle so that whenever she moved out of the spot, the roses stole the light.

Her program consisted almost entirely of musical-poems from her last three albums, For the Roses, Court and Spark, and her latest release, The Hissing of Summer Lawns, along with "Real Good for Free" and "Rainy Night-House" from Ladies of the Canyon.

The former composition was one of the only two songs she performed on acoustic piano. The stage crew (referred to in the lyric in ad-lib fashion) seemed to have some trouble tuning the piano before the start of the concert. When Joni struck the keys, although her touch was light and feminine, the piano failed to carry the dynamics of the line and the tone was flat. The expression in her voice, however, coupled with some excellent reed work by Lewell did more than save the performance. Luell gave the tune its final dramatic effect by fading off the stage. The audience approved with applause.

Unfortunately, the high points in Joni's two hour program were far between. Her performance Tuesday night marked the middle of her U.S. tour. To those of us who got a good look at her she appeared somewhat worn out. After listening to her live album, Miles of Aisles, one might have expected more than she gave. Joni is known for capturing with her voice the various nuances of feeling contained in her lyrics. This was plain to see on two new compositions, "Don Juan's Reckless Daughter" and "Furry Sings the Blues," the latter being a tune she had written recently in Memphis for an old ragtime trumpeter.

Her feeling and expression was more apparent on "Rainy Night-House" in which she completely outdid herself, rivaling her prior performance of the same composition on the live album. Her ad-lib phrases were remarkably executed.

The question arises: Why did she lack this sensitivity throughout the major portion of the program? Perhaps the apparent fact that she was tired, seemingly walking around in a daze at times, is an answer. The disappointing quality of the piano, another factor, and what may well have been the most poignant irony of the concert, was the whistling and yelling of the audience. As prophetess of the 70's Joni may not go unrecognized, but how many will truly understand her lines such as, "They seem so removed from romance" or "Amour, mama, not cheap display." It was a poet's concert and the attitude of the crowd must have been a distraction to Joni. A portion of the audience wanted to boogie and they weren't getting what they came to hear. Perhaps her silent disregard for the crowd was all the evidence needed.

Although Joni's performance might not have been up to par, for all of us who could only dream about seeing her for so long, for all of us who could only imagine her music and voice, for all of us who have lived inside her poetry, for all of us who won't be getting Valentines this year, it couldn't have been too great a disappointment.

There are few people in this world whose very presence is a kind of radiation which defies analysis: Joni Mitchell is one of them.

by Jeff Danner
February 13, 1976


The Lawn Ranger Rides Again  

In the wake of Dylan's Rolling Thunder Revue, JONI MITCHELL has taken to American roads with the newly formed LA Express. DICK RICHMOND caught the fourth date of the tour in St. Louis. The first of many reports follows. Keep your finger on that dial.

JONI MITCHELL received the highest tribute that can be afforded an artist by an audience in her appearance in St. Louis; silence. The free form folk singer from Canada attracted 5,100 participants, all of whom listened.
This quiet is readily understood once a person becomes aware that Mitchell fans are lyric freaks. Her voice is usually clear enough for a person to hear each of the words. However, there were times when she slurred or when her voice flattened out so that if a person was not paying strict attention, he would have missed what was being sung.
Then, too, her emotions ran from unmoved to dull. So much of the strength of her poetry was lost in her stoic presentation.
There are those performers who pale under the glare of the spotlight, and psychologically cannot force themselves to smile. Then they sing with such passion or beauty that it makes little difference that there is an element missing.
Joni did not do that. In fact, much of the tonal quality in her songs was marked by sameness. In essence, what she did was to carry a lyric along a plane, then raise her voice for punctuation before returning to that same plane.
That doesn't mean that one song sounded like every other song. They didn't and they didn't mostly because of the LA Express.

The LA Express accompanied her last year too. Then Tom Scott, a premier reed man, was leading the group and Roger Kelloway was on keyboards. The others were Max Bennet on Fender bass, Robben Ford on electric guitar and John Guerin on drums. David Lewell has replaced Scott, and Victor Feldman has replaced Kelloway. The others remain the same.
The LA Expresss, then and now, is comprised of some of the best studio musicians on the West Coast. Bennet has played for Peggy Lee, Barbra Streisand and Frank Zappa, and once played bass with the Crusaders.
Ford was with the Charles Ford Blues Band and with Jimmy Witherspoon Blues Band. Guerin is an original member of the LA Express. Lewell was with Cold Blood, played with Woody Herman and in the studio with artists such as the Pointer Sisters.
Feldman is really the story. He is a Briton who, when he was a boy in short pants, sat in and played drums with the Glenn Miller Orchestra when Miller was in London in World War II. Since then he has played with Cannonball Adderly, Benny Goodman, Henry Mancini, Quincy Jones, Elvis Presley, Neil Diamond, Loggins and Messina as well as others. He is pre-Roger Kelloway as a top studio and movie musician. What is more, this is the first time he has toured in 15 years. He was as excited as a kid.
The LA Express opens the show with 40 minutes of great jazz-rock and then plays back-up for Joni. None of their material was familiar. Not that it needed to be. It was exciting and vibrant and several times during the show, members of the audience were so caught up in the music that they moved as one.
One of the numbers was a Ford tune called 'Stairs,' which began as a strain on the imagination, then fell into a series of small creations that easily established vivid mind pictures.
Ford quickly managed to pluck a melody from the jumble. As soon as he did, Guerin's drumming assumed a purpose that was as tasteful as it was distinctive.
Near the upper end of this long flight of 'Stairs,' reedman Lewell, playing clarinet, was dreamy like being a little light-headed and breathless after an extended climb.
The five saved the best for last with a Guerin tune called 'Down The Middle,' a drummer's delight. It elicited no particular imagery but it jumped almost like the swing numbers of the forties.
In spite of the abundant enthusiasm for the LA Express, the show most definitely belong to Joni Mitchell. Her fans adored her from the moment she appear on stage to sing 'Help Me' through her encore 'Jericho.'
She sang 21 songs, most them which were taken from her last three albums. Also she introduced three new numbers -- 'Talk To Me,' 'Coyote' and 'Don Juan Restlessness.'
What was remarkable was the songs she didn't sing. For instance, she didn't sing 'Both Sides Now,' the composition that gave her her first big hit and Judy Collins a gold record. She also didn't sing 'You Turn Me On I'm A Radio.'
Well, if the fans missed them, they didn't complain. After all, her songs are quite complicated and she might have forgotten them.
Now before you get the impression that the concert was bad: it wasn't. There were many highlights, but mainly they were instrumental, not vocal peaks.
One of the most notable exceptions was 'Cold Blue Steel.' At this time Joni was onstage alone playing acoustic guitar and singing. Her voice was clear and lovely.
Then, halfway through the song Lewell appeared out of the darkness to stand in the shaded light and play little accent notes on clarinet. It was a counterpoint of clarinet and voice with the voice dominating.
Then as the words of the song came to an end, Lewell picked up the melody and once again faded into the blackness. The number was absolutely beautiful.
As she sang 'Free Man In Paris,' Lewell and Ford joined her on the chorus. When Lewell wasn't singing he played flute. That, too, was one of the better numbers.
Tedium was only a real danger when she accompanied herself on grand piano for 'Shades Of Scarlet Conquering' and 'The Boho Dance.' The songs are newer and therefore not as familiar as some of the others. There were lost words, indistinct singing, and the point of the stories were as hard to catch as bits of paper in the wind.
Joni did perform some vocal heroics on a couple of songs. One was 'Rainy Night House,' which she sang in a folk idiom as the band played jazz-rock. Throughout, her voice would rise into one of those great vocals that cowboys use when they're herding a stray.
Of the newer songs, 'Talk To Me' was the most interesting. It has a slightly latin beat and was performed with only Joni and Feldman onstage. She played acoustic guitar and Feldman was on congas.
The song concerns a girl begging a reticent chap for a little conversation. She is incessant in her coaxing, never to figure out that the uncommunicative young man is probably a tongue-tied dumbell.
A personal favourite of almost everyone was the 'Jungle Line,' which featured her voice matched against a mass of feverish and determined percussion. In fact, it seems unlikely that anyone has heard that kind of drumming since Johnny Weissmuller made his first 'Tarzan' movie in 1933.
The jazz-rock of the LA Express dominated much of the programme. Behind her folk singing, it created some unusual imagery on 'Raised On Robbery.' It gave the impression that the folk were out sampling life away from the isolated hills of home. Then, just when they were learning to cope with it, the evening ended.

And that pretty much sums up my feelings -- regarding the show. Just as I was beginning to cope with the show, it ended.

by Dick Richmond
January 31, 1976

Richard Rip Crystal - Nearer

Richard Rip Crystal - Nearer

Track Listing:
1. I’ve Got Just About Everything
2. That’s All
3. Tea For Two
4. One For My Baby
5. Choo Choo Ch’Boogie
6. I Thought About You
7. I Wonder What Became of Me
8. Just in Time
9. She’s Funny That Way
10. Small Fry
11. My Attorney Bernie
12. Do You Miss New York?
13. You’re Nearer

John Guerin - drums
Richard Rip Crystal - vocals
Mike Melvoin - piano
Brian Bromberg - bass