Musings on the Muse chapter 2 ~ A Tale of Two Singers

A Tale of Two Singers

The list of great British blues belters of the late ‘60’s and early ‘70’s is an impressive one indeed… Rod Stewart, Steve Marriott, Mick Jagger, Paul Rodgers, Joe Cocker, Roger Daltrey, Jack Bruce, Ian Gillan, Ozzy Osbourne and Van Morrison (Irish) to name a few... Each one a legend who not only set the bar impossibly high from a performance standpoint, but also helped to create the archetype of the Rock n Roll frontman… Head back, chest out, mane of wild hair flowing down, eyes squinting and red in the face as they stand at the lip of the stage and lift the mic stand to hit one of the high notes… These were mythological creatures, the likes of which this world may never see again. It boggles the mind when one considers just how many great musicians came up in post war Britain. They weaned themselves on American music, then sold it back to us with glorious bombast and reckless abandon.

To me, there are two such giants who stand apart from the rest. Two men whose lives are strangely and permanently entwined in the mists of Albion… Terry Reid and Robert Plant.

None, with the exception of maybe Marriott, could reach those notes and nobody did it with more swagger and commitment than these two fellows. Yet, one is a household name and the other lingers in near obscurity, with a small, but ravenous cult following.

So, what happened? How did two monstrously talented young friends with equally glorious voices end up in such completely different circumstances?

What follows is a tale of fate, of shifting sands, of highs, lows and the rigors and pitfalls inherent in the world of Rock n Roll… In other words, pure MAGICK!

In London in the early ‘60’s, something was percolating. Blues and Jazz purists like Alexis Korner, Graham Bond, Cyril Davies and John Mayall were at the epicenter of a new movement which became the fertile ground from which a global phenomenon would spring. These men were the at the vanguard and through the ranks of their respective bands and around their scene came future members of The Rolling Stones, The Animals, Fleetwood Mac, Humble Pie, Free, Jethro Tull, The Faces, Cream, Mahavishnu Orchestra and, indeed, Led Zeppelin. All this was happening before those four moptops came down from Liverpool to set the world on fire.

Flash forward a few years to 1966 and in to this musical cauldron drops a sixteen year old Terry Reid. So explosive is this young man’s voice, with an unearthly range, grit and unmatched melodic control that it immediately catches the ear of London’s Rock royalty, notably Keith Richards, Graham Nash and Eric Clapton. Also on the Terry train is producer Mickie Most (The Animals, Donovan, Herman’s Hermits) who quickly signed him to an iron-clad management/production contract. A recording contract with Columbia came soon afterward.

The albums that followed, ‘Bang Bang, You’re Terry Reid’ in 1968 ‘Terry Reid’ in 1969, failed to live up to commercial expectations, though they were solid showcases for the young singer’s chops. Despite this hiccup, America beckoned, with major tours supporting The Rolling Stones and Cream, as well as high profile festival gigs on the horizon.

It’s now 1968 and in to the picture arrives the Wizard, Jimmy Page, who is in the process of assembling his dream band from the ashes of The Yardbirds, which would ultimately become Led Zeppelin. Jimmy and Terry were familiar. Page had been part of the cadre of session aces (which also included bassist/keyboardist/arranger John Paul Jones) hired to play on all of Mickie Most’s productions. Reid had also done shows supporting The Yardbirds, whose lead guitar duties Page had inherited from Jeff Beck in back in 1966. They were colleagues and Terry would have been an obvious choice for Page’s new outfit. But, as fate would have it, Terry’s prospects just seemed too damned good. Hip producer, record deal, tours… on paper it all looked grand. The singer could not turn his back on those prospects in order to join the Magician’s untried troupe.

He instead suggested that Page should check out a young phenom from the midlands named Robert Plant, which he did, and needless to say, Jimmy was impressed. Plant brought in Bonham and the rest was written in the stars. The history of Plant and Zeppelin is so well-worn that I doubt I can add anything meaningful at this point.

Not so with Terry Reid. Most, the hitmaker, clashed with Reid the artist over the direction of Terry’s recorded work, prompting the producer to put the freeze on Terry, preventing him from recording or releasing any material for the next few years. During which time, Plant’s rise was meteoric as he became The Golden God and one of the ‘70’s biggest male sex symbols. Terry was resigned to road work, which yielded some legendary performances which can now be found via the wonders of the youtubes.

In 1971, Terry’s skies again brightened as he had settled his legal squabbles with Most and been signed by the great Ahmet Ertegun to his Atlantic records, home of, you guessed it, Led Zeppelin, among many other of the era’s greatest artists. The album that followed, ‘River’ is the  beginning of Terry stretching in to new territory as a singer/songwriter. It’s all very jammy, loose and experimental, but the man was reaching for something new. Produced by the great Tom Dowd, this album could’ve been the one… But it wasn’t.

So, what happened? The album comes out and, though reviewed favorably, it flops commercially. His drummer Alan White then splits to join Yes and multi-instrumentalist David Lindley left for greener pastures with Jackson Browne.

Adrift, Reid finds his way to the sunny hills of Southern California, where spends his time jamming on the LA scene and writing tunes. Writing AMAZING tunes, which his buddy Graham Nash helps him shape up in to Terry’s greatest work, ‘Seed of Memory.’ Released in 1976, it quickly disappeared. Another victim of the Terry Reid curse, as no sooner did the album drop, than the label, ABC Records, goes bankrupt. And, poof, ‘Seed of Memory’ is just that… a distant recollection.

A couple more albums, ‘Rogues Waves’ and ‘The Driver’ are released more than a decade apart to little fanfare and Terry is forced to effectively retire his solo career and focus on session work to pay the bills. Thus, becoming in many people’s minds little more than a footnote in the Led Zeppelin saga.

That’s what he was to me, until I first heard his music as part of the soundtrack to Rob Zombie’s ‘The Devil’s Rejects.’ Zombie had chosen three songs from ‘Seed of Memory’ to feature prominently in the film, which I saw early one morning after a gig, whilst blazing on acid. (Side note: if you are going to watch a splatter flick on LSD, choose wisely. Which, luckily, I had done...) I became a die-hard Terry Reid fan from that day forward. I was so blown away by those songs and his vocals, that I was hooked and had to absorb all that I could. I was even lucky enough to see him perform at BB King’s in NYC a few years ago. He was excellent.

Fortunately, there have been reissues of most of his albums as well as a supplemental release of the ‘River’ sessions called ‘The Other Side of the River.’

And, while Terry was finding his way across rocky terrain, Robert was flying high, until a horrific car accident in 1975 threatened to leave him permanently disabled and the untimely deaths of his son, Karac, in 1977 and his best friend, John Bonham, in 1980 brought the airship down in flames.

For all their hardships, who’s to say which road was the harder. After those horrible losses, Robert Plant has moved from success to success, always following his inner voice and Terry Reid has become a legend in his own right, albeit one who has to occasionally pawn a guitar to keep a roof over his head.

Terry Reid and Robert Plant. Two immortals whose legends shall forever mingle in Rock N Roll mythology.

Cheers, gents! Thank you for all the gifts you both have given.

Musings on the Muse Chapter 1 ~ Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

Salutations & welcome to the inaugural outing of 'Musings on the Muse.'

I hope this series will capture your imagination and make you a slave, bent to my will and needing greater and greater doses of Rock n Roll (preferably mine) to get you through each day. Although I would happily settle for an occasional glance and some sense that it brings you a modicum of enjoyment. Now, dear reader, without further ado... Musings on the Muse.

My current musical obsession is Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. I can say that I have been a casual fan for most of my life. His songs have been a ubiquitous presence since as far back as I can remember and over the years I have purchased a few CDs, 'Wildflowers', 'Full Moon Fever' and 'Damn the Torpedoes' all found their way in to my considerable library. Little did I know that years later I would be completely caught up in their work and buying TP vinyl like the wax junky that I have become.

My first true musical obsession was The Beatles. The assassination of John Lennon was actually a major touchstone in my life and the point at which I became absorbed in the world of music. They gave me great comfort, inspiration and happy place to exist during a childhood that was often very challenging, both at home and at school. I won't get too deep in to it now, but suffice it to say, I needed shelter.

As childhood gave way to my early teens, the Hard Rock and Heavy Metal of the day became my focus. Ozzy, Van Halen, Iron Maiden and Judas Priest, and a little later, Slayer and Metallica incited an almost religious fervor. This was when I finally realized that the guitar would be my salvation. Before that, I had been given a toy drum kit and would incessantly beat my pencils in time to Ringo's cadences in my head in an effort to avoid my school work, but I never really learned to play. My mother, the way she had earlier with The Beatles, pointed me directly to Jimmy Page and Led Zeppelin. From there, it was all over. My fate was sealed. Rock n Roll would be my life. From then on, periodically, a new act or artist would intervene in my life and reignite my passion. In my 20's, The Allman Brothers Band, Stevie Wonder & Sly Stone, my 30's Terry Reid & Wilco. Here I am in my 40's and I've had my life strangely and infinitely enriched by the passing of two more giants. David Bowie and Tom Petty. They have become my comfort, inspiration and happy place, for which I am supremely grateful.

My Led Zep fixation has not subsided and likely never will. They became my gateway to so many avenues of music. Blues, Celtic Folk, Indian Classical, Funk and even Jazz all crept in via the Zeppelin portal. But what I really loved was the Bluesy, wooly, druggy, superstars of late 60's  and 70's Rock. Black Sabbath, The Stones, Hendrix, Cream, Steely Dan, Pink Floyd, ZZ Top, The Grateful Dead, Deep Purple and many more began to feed my jones. And, in amongst the tapestry of those bold, colorful sounds on FM radio, there would be these tight, eminently singable tunes from Tom Petty's first few albums. Back then you could hear the live version of 'Breakdown' on the radio and 'American Girl', 'Listen to Her Heart', 'Refugee', 'Don't Do Me Like That', 'Stop Draggin' My Heart Around' and others would be in regular rotation. I always dug it, but it didn't quite fit in with brand of Rock that was the grist for my mill at that time. It seemed to harken back to the 1950's and '60's music of The Byrds, Chuck Berry, Roy Orbison, Buddy Holly, Little Richard, The Everly Brothers et al, that I had always appreciated, but never loved to the marrow. All that would change, praise the Gods & Goddesses. And Tom Petty would rightly assume his place in the pantheon.

I am happy to say that my TP love had kicked off before his passing and I was able to catch one incredible show at Forest Hills Stadium in Queens this past July. It was again the radio that had brought Tom and the band back to my ears. This time it was subscription-based satellite radio where Tom had his own station that featured a show called 'Buried Treasure' in which he would gleefully spin all of the music that had grabbed him from his early childhood and throughout his life. The more I listened, the more I realized that he was just like me! A complete and utter Rock n Roll zealot to the bone. I fell deeply in love with the music of Tom Petty and I could have never imagined that author of so many glorious hits could have a catalog so expansive and consistently great. Unparalleled, in my opinion. Nor did I realize what a top flight band The Heartbreakers were. I did not know just how great of a guitar player Mike Campbell is. I always admired his tone and phrasing, but I had no idea how much versatility and FIRE was there. Ditto with Benmont Tench, who is an absolute assassin on the keys and definitely the Heartbreakers' not so secret weapon. I could go on. All up and down the lineup it's a murderers' row built in the model of other greats like the J. Geils Band and Bruce's E Street Band. So much satisfying stuff... Impeccably produced albums... Each one stands firmly on its own and there is not a single dud. Not even one that is any less than very, very good. And we're talking 16 albums, plus plenty of odds & sods! It's been a wonder to me ever since I started digging.

These are the revelations that keep me going. They are the things that come along when I need them most to say 'Hey, the Magick is still here. You just gotta pull your head of your ass to see it.' And, indeed, it is. Despite the shit storm that is human existence on Planet Earth, the Magick remains here for those who would see it. For those who would wield it.

I always want to be one of those people.

Thank you for reading.

Much love

~ Cosmos Sunshine

PS Check out the TP playlist I've created on Tidal. It's comprised of the hits and deeper cuts that I most adore, but it is far from comprehensive, as it features only the ones with which I am familiar and I still have plenty of exploration left to do. Link below. Cheers!

https://tidal.com/playlist/f37d1b0c-51b8-4a9a-82f9-c0fbb5f3191f

 

 

 

 

Musings on the Muse - The Declaration

Dearest reader,

This blog is, ostensibly, an attempt to better engage with my fans and to give folks a clearer picture of what it is that makes me tick. Behind that more pragmatic mission statement, it is simply another creative outlet whose time has come. It's an attempt to give some form to my incessant daydreaming, lateral thinking and spiritual yearning. Hence, the title 'Musings on the Muse.' 

While the focal point will always be music, it will take many shapes according to my inspiration of the day. Expect things like psychological and metaphysical explorations, the theory, craft and practice of songwriting and performance, the production of recorded music, dissertations on the many artists that I admire, reviews of releases from the famous and not so much, photographs and video and possibly a Spotify playlist or two.

I've always loved to write. This seems like to perfect platform to begin crystalizing my thoughts and presenting them to the world. It will be an honor to share them with you.

Much love,

~ Cosmos Sunshine