Comments on: Brush With The Blues http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/ First in Music Analysis Mon, 13 Feb 2012 06:06:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: Adam White http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9455 Adam White Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:35:08 +0000 http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9455 Bob: Thank you! Meanwhile, good to see a name-check for Stevie (and Syreeta) in your Jeff Beck piece. Malcolm Cecil (who, with Bob Margouleff, was producing Jeff's Columbia debut album in june 1972) once explained to me how Jeff lost "Superstition," which, in fact, Stevie first offered to Beck instead of "Maybe Your Baby Will," which Jeff really wanted for his album. "Superstition" didn't have lyrics at first, and in trying to get a final version to Jeff to record, Malcolm says he was forced to send Stevie to an Electric Lady anteroom with instructions to dictate lyrics to the secretary locked in with him! When Stevie heard Beck's recording of the song, he apparently told Malcolm, "He can't have it, I'm going to keep it, it's too good." Malcolm says Clive Davis never forgave him and Margouleff for that. "We never got paid," he said, "the studio never got paid, and it broke up my relationship with Jeff." Regards, Adam Bob:

Thank you!

Meanwhile, good to see a name-check for Stevie (and Syreeta) in your Jeff Beck piece.

Malcolm Cecil (who, with Bob Margouleff, was producing Jeff’s Columbia debut album in june 1972) once explained to me how Jeff lost "Superstition," which, in fact, Stevie first offered to Beck instead of "Maybe Your Baby Will," which Jeff really wanted for his album.

"Superstition" didn’t have lyrics at first, and in trying to get a final version to Jeff to record, Malcolm says he was forced to send Stevie to an Electric Lady anteroom with instructions to dictate lyrics to the secretary locked in with him!

When Stevie heard Beck’s recording of the song, he apparently told Malcolm, "He can’t have it, I’m going to keep it, it’s too good."

Malcolm says Clive Davis never forgave him and Margouleff for that. "We never got paid," he said, "the studio never got paid, and it broke up my relationship with Jeff."

Regards,

Adam

]]> By: Randy Poe http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9453 Randy Poe Tue, 03 Oct 2006 18:50:42 +0000 http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9453 I've heard nothing but raves from my friends who went to the Jeff Beck concert. I didn't go myself because of the very issue you brought up about the people in L.A. who attend concerts and turn them into social events.__I've honestly had it with trying to go to live shows in this town. It has become impossible to actually "hear" an act here. Most of my nightmarish experiences have been at the Bowl. Remember when Paul Simon and Bob Dylan came through a few years back? I do, and what I remember most about the concert was the row of drunken idiots behind me shouting at the top of their lungs so they could hear each other over Simon and Dylan. Last week at Tom Petty, a Valley gal on what appeared to be a first date (I doubt if she has many second dates) felt obligated to yell every sentence of her inane conversation with the guy next to her. Luckily, they left halfway through the concert, and all of us nearby cheered when they did. And we ain't talkin' the cheap seats here. I've been to shows at the Bowl where I sat in a Garden box - and it just didn't matter. Apparently the folks in about every third box are there to have Santana, Al Green, or even CSNY act as their own personal background soundtrack. I was fascinated that people would lay out around two G's to go to CSNY, and then do all they could to try talk over what they must have perceived to be a really bothersome Neil Young caterwauling onstage while they tried to carry on their conversation. My only solution for the Bowl has become to buy a box, and then make sure that the other couple that comes with my wife and I consists of at least one 6'2" 250 lb. bruiser who has no problem telling the folks next door or behind him to shut the hell up. Of course, there are times when even that doesn't work. It's not like you can threaten to punch out some nasally whining bitch who has a voice like a bullhorn. So, just in case you have any readers who are guilty of concert socializing, here's a really simple tip: Put your mouth next to the ear of the person you wish to talk to and speak in a normal tone of voice. They'll be able to hear every word you say - I promise. Just don't put your mouth next to my ear, because I'm not there to hear you - I'm there to hear what's going on onstage. I’ve heard nothing but raves from my friends who went to the Jeff Beck concert. I didn’t go myself because of the very issue you brought up about the people in L.A. who attend concerts and turn them into social events.__I’ve honestly had it with trying to go to live shows in this town. It has become impossible to actually "hear" an act here. Most of my nightmarish experiences have been at the Bowl. Remember when Paul Simon and Bob Dylan came through a few years back? I do, and what I remember most about the concert was the row of drunken idiots behind me shouting at the top of their lungs so they could hear each other over Simon and Dylan.

Last week at Tom Petty, a Valley gal on what appeared to be a first date (I doubt if she has many second dates) felt obligated to yell every sentence of her inane conversation with the guy next to her. Luckily, they left halfway through the concert, and all of us nearby cheered when they did.
And we ain’t talkin’ the cheap seats here.

I’ve been to shows at the Bowl where I sat in a Garden box - and it just didn’t matter. Apparently the folks in about every third box are there to have Santana, Al Green, or even CSNY act as their own personal background soundtrack. I was fascinated that people would lay out around two G’s to go to CSNY, and then do all they could to try talk over what they must have perceived to be a really bothersome Neil Young caterwauling onstage while they tried to carry on their conversation.

My only solution for the Bowl has become to buy a box, and then make sure that the other couple that comes with my wife and I consists of at least one 6′2" 250 lb. bruiser who has no problem telling the folks next door or behind him to shut the hell up. Of course, there are times when even that doesn’t work. It’s not like you can threaten to punch out some nasally whining bitch who has a voice like a bullhorn. So, just in case you have any readers who are guilty of concert socializing, here’s a really simple tip: Put your mouth next to the ear of the person you wish to talk to and speak in a normal tone of voice. They’ll be able to hear every word you say - I promise. Just don’t put your mouth next to my ear, because I’m not there to hear you - I’m there to hear what’s going on onstage.

]]> By: Noah Blackstein http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9452 Noah Blackstein Tue, 03 Oct 2006 18:49:56 +0000 http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9452 www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEiMIMH0HRg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEiMIMH0HRg

]]> By: Vivian Campbell http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9451 Vivian Campbell Tue, 03 Oct 2006 18:49:30 +0000 http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2006/09/30/brush-with-the-blues/#comment-9451 Howya Bob. I was there, too. I've seen him several times now, and I must say that I agree with your assessment: Jeff Beck is the greatest exponent of the electric guitar the world has ever seen. However, perhaps if he hadn't seen Jimi Hendrix rip London a new one way back then he might still be a few years behind from where he is now in terms of torturing his instrument the way he so sweetly does. That said, it truly was an inspiration to see the guitar playing equivalent of Miles Davis or John Coltrane. As a guitar player I understand that the tone comes solely from his hands, and watching him I can understand what it is he does and how it is that he does it. However, his true genius is what goes on in his head - how in the hell does he come up with this shit? Beck is SO far ahead of the curve in terms of how the rest of us guitar playing plebs think, and he always has been. Priceless! Howya Bob. I was there, too. I’ve seen him several times now, and I must say that I agree with your assessment: Jeff Beck is the greatest exponent of the electric guitar the world has ever seen. However, perhaps if he hadn’t seen Jimi Hendrix rip London a new one way back then he might still be a few years behind from where he is now in terms of torturing his instrument the way he so sweetly does. That said, it truly was an inspiration to see the guitar playing equivalent of Miles Davis or John Coltrane. As a guitar player I understand that the tone comes solely from his hands, and watching him I can understand what it is he does and how it is that he does it. However, his true genius is what goes on in his head - how in the hell does he come up with this shit? Beck is SO far ahead of the curve in terms of how the rest of us guitar playing plebs think, and he always has been. Priceless!

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