Subject: FW: Big mud puddles &
yellow dandelions Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 16:23:07 -0600
Tony,
Once in awhile one
takes off a bit of time from the unrelenting press of the research,
thermodynamics, electrodynamics, computer E-mail, writing, and other
contortions and dynamics, and thinks a bit of the old days of one's
youth. Quite a bit of both your youth and of my youth was spent slaving
over a hot guitar, etc. So once in awhile I do remember the old days,
though I've not picked up my guitar now in about three years. Don't
know if I could still find the front end of it or not.
Anyway, a
correspondent sent me a beautiful rendition of Floyd Cramer's "Last
Date", which really brought back some old memories.
"Last Date" written
and first recorded as a big hit by the inimitable Floyd Cramer, with
that unique rolling attack he started using on piano and made it a
standard technique.
Prior to going in the
Army in 1954, I was on the Louisiana Hayride (singer, rhythm guitarist,
and occasional lead guitarist) with ol' Floyd and many others. Played
quite a few recording sessions at the KWKH studios, for various artists,
and Floyd was on a great number of them. Always was a great pleasure
working with Floyd and with Jimmy Day, the steel guitarist who also
played on many of those sessions. Those fellows knew how to work a
session, and could always improvise some new quirk or new twist or new
sound. If one can uniquely "mark" or "flavor" a recording, of course,
it has a very much improved chance of catching fire and making a large
hit.
Sat down one night at
a recording session, and showed Floyd a great piano lick I had come up
with. Then we all got busy again on the recording session.
A fellow in that kind
of business hears gobs of songs, etc. all the time. So about six weeks
later, Floyd sat down with this strange tune suddenly bugging him in his
head. He knocked it off (I had just showed him the main part, as a good
"lick" for the piano), then added a bridge, and that was his first real
instrumental hit record, Fancy Pants. That main part of the tune was
what I showed him that night on the recording session! Al Hirt later
recorded it with trumpet.
No problem, Floyd was
a very fine fellow, and I admired his artistry a great deal. Great
artist and one of a kind. A real shame he also died not too long ago.
Often wonder what happened to Jimmy Day, steel player at the time and
also on a great number of artists's recordings where Floyd played piano,
Jimmy played steel, and yours truly was the rhythm guitarist. Lost all
track of little Red Hayes, the fiddle player who played with Jim Reeves
(I played with them on lots of dates). I played one of the last of the
great old L-5 Gibsons that was made from wood specially cured 20 years
under glass, possibly the finest jazz guitar ever made. Played lots of
gigs with Jim Reeves, a really great singer and entertainer, and fronted
(carried the main part of the show as the front singer, reserving star
billing for Jim) on lots of his tour shows and dances across several
states. Jim particularly liked that rhythm guitar, and said I got some
kind of sound out of it that reminded him of the big drums the Cajuns
used to make out of tupelo gum hollows stumps. It did have a very
unique sound (I also used it for some years on a radio show our little
trio, the Rhythym Harmoneers, had in Monroe, La.).
Jim also recorded a
recitation I wrote, called "Mother Went A'Walking". Johnny Horton
recorded one of my tunes called "Red Lips and Warm Red Wine". Red
Sovine and later Webb Pierce also recorded one called "New Love
Affair". Hank Williams almost recorded one but didn't. Somewhere I
have half a suitcase filled with songs never recorded, etc. That was
another life ago. I eventually converted to a soloist on the Hayride,
and had three records out, just beginning to move a bit, when time was
up and I entered the Army. Not too long after that, a cat named Elvis
Presley came along, and shook music to the core. At the time, black
music had gone through a metamorphosis, having originally been called "Cawn
Field" (Corn Field) from the old plantation days when they originated
the banjo and blues. Then for a time it was called "Race and Blues"
after some recording companies began exploiting it (and the artists).
Then to increase the exposure, its name came to be "Rhythm and Blues",
which it was during WW II, when young people all over the U.S. became
familiar with it in service, in the clubs and honkytonks, etc. After WW
II, Hollywood made a series of "teen age rebellion" type movies, and
meanwhile in the clubs even country and western artists were having to
play some "Rhythm and Blues". So the dichotomy of the rather tranquil
"standard" music sharply contrasted to the drive and emotion of Rhythm
and Blues. A vast emotional stage had been set in the youth of America,
yearning to break out of previous restraints, etc. The stage had been
set for the first white artist who was both visually handsome and also
could legitimately perform Rhythm and Blues (now beginning to be
referred to from time to time as "rock" or "rock and roll", since that
phrase was used in many Rhythm and Blues songs.
So along comes Elvis,
and shook the world, so to speak, from the recording companies to
Hollywood, and all over. And Rock and Roll swept the white music world
like a tidal wave. For the next five years, only those country artists
already well established could even make a living.
Meanwhile, I had
entered the Army's most special missile school, the equivalent of an MS
in aerospace engineering (and so recognized by the Army). So with the
additional sign-up to get the school, that ended the old entertainment
career and I decided permanently on an Army career.
Hank Williams died
while on the Hayride (I was still on the Hayride also at the time). At
the time Hank was married to the former Billy Jones, a stunningly
beautiful girl. After Hank's death, she later married Johnny Horton.
Jim Reeves later died in a light plane crash coming into Nashville to
get back to the Opry, after I was in the Army (he used to call me up
when he would come through on tour or something, and we would get
together.). Johnny died in a car wreck, as did Red Sovine. Seemed that
everyone who recorded a tune of mine, bit the dust! Johnny (married to
Hank's former widow Billie Jones at the time" died after playing the
last club that Hank Williams played before he died. Rose Maddox,
darndest female singer I ever saw, died a couple or three years after I
entered the army. Horace Logan, who was the program director when the
Louisiana Hayride was the No. 2 show in the nation, died about a year or
so ago, having long since retired and written his "memoirs", so to
speak. I got a copy of his book, just for old time sakes. Bill Carlyle
is still around in Nashville somewhere, though getting as old as the
hills. Billy Walker is still kicking also, and was still singing and
entertaining the last I heard. Caught him on TV on the Opry about a
couple years ago. Lots of others, I have no idea what happened to.
Most of the old
Hayride crew are now long dead and gone.
That was a long time
ago, and one never steps in the same river twice. When Doris and I got
married back in 1964, I gave her my L-5, which was the most treasured
possession I had in the world. She still has it.
Anyway, "Last Date" by
this excellent musician, using Floyd's same style, really brought back
lots of memories. Just thought an old guitarist like yourself would
like one of these sounds from so long ago. Tune so pretty and sad it
catches in one's throat. Just shows what an old softie I am, and always
have been.
Ah, well! Yon
computer and keyboard await. So back to the potato fields, for another
go at it. But I'll let "Last Date" play for awhile, just for old time's
sake.
Cheers,
Tom
Big mud
puddles & yellow dandelions
Just a reminder Spring is not
far away, music can lift your spirits and flower colors still brighten
the eyes and sharpen the sense of smell!!
Brings back memories? The music was one of my favorites from the
50s/60s,
("LAST DATE" by Sil Austin.....)
With love, hugs and prayer,
God Bless,
Rudy
Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions
I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard.
and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money
and I look away.
I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm
so I sit self-consciously and listen.
They sing out the words.
If they don't know them, they make up their own.
I brace myself against it.
I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk.
spread their arms and fly with it,
until they fall to the ground laughing.
I say "Thee" and "Thou" and "Grant me this..", "Give me that."
"Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends.
Please keep the bad dreams away tonight.
Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet.
I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.
They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
No wonder God loves the little children!
for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
but by the moments that
take our breath away."
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