Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monarchs on Stage
As I have stated before, I'm still getting used to doing this blog stuff. The picture posted above has me on drums, Herschel on piano, Johnny on bari sax, Donny on guitar and in this instance, Preston Thompson on bass. This was about 1957 and Willo had not yet joined the group.
ERN’S ADVENTURES IN MUSIC BIZ
Once I start this blog in earnest, I can't predict where it will lead nor how long it will last. I ask that any potential viewers of this effort be patient with my fumbling attempts at story telling. I welcome any questions or comments you may have but always keep in mind that I am a new babe in the woods and I'm still wary that the big bad wolf is gonna jump out and bite me in the ass. I am going to be as honest as I can...warts and all.
I was born
By the time we graduated from high school, we were pulling in an incredible income for high school kids, playing sorority and frat parties at Vanderbilt, University of Alabama , Auburn University and University of Tennessee .
We worked at an underground club across Church Street from Printer’s Alley called The Subway. It was a wonderful place for a budding alcoholic like myself to work. Cheap drinks and lots of groupies! I was to become close friends with some of the “working girls” who hung out there. One of them told me that she always kept a TV on when entertaining clients so that she could entertain herself.
The club we played in Birmingham was called the Golden Dragon lounge. It wasn't doing a lot of business so George, the owner was hoping we could could stir up some interest in the community.
Within a couple of months we had stirred up enough interest that the place was jam-packed every night. We weren't old enough to legally drink but George would slip us a beer in a paper cup every once in a while. And it so happened that George had graduated with a degree in pharmacology so he was able to supple us with huge jars of dexedrine which would keep us up for days at a time.
I would sometimes stay up 3 or 4 days in a row then sleep for a whole day until it was time to get up and go to the gig
After a few weeks of not sleeping and not eating I was starting to resemble a death camp survivor with large knobby knees and downright skinny. We finally figured out that it was detrimental to our health and tried to eat more and sleep more.
After a while we got the big head and decided that we could fare better elsewhere and got a gig at a French themed club in Atlanta called Place Pigalle'. We would play three sets a night and then go hang out at other clubs in town. It was a lot of fun...lots of drinking and meeting girls and just being carefree. We got so carefree that we neglected to save any of our earnings and when our gig was over at Pigalle we didn't have enough money to pay our hotel bill. I also got so carefree that a young lady gave me the gift of my first and only case of "crabs". She was so cute that I never would have thought that she would be a carrier. (My first lesson that looks can be very deceiving)
I did the old blue ointment treatment, sitting in the bath tub and smearing that stuff high and low. Had to have my clothes dry cleaned to take care of any remaining critters. Take my word... the blue ointment really works!
Well, the management was going to keep all our gear 'til we paid up. Our guess our leader Jeff must have sweet talked the management. I don't remember how it happened but we got our stuff back and went on to play a short gig at a club in Savannah Beach. What a beautiful town. Lots of Oak trees with spanish moss hanging down.
I remember while we were there John Glenn was sent into orbit...the first American to do so.
Lots of speed and alcohol and not a care in the world. Then our job was up and we didn't have another one to go to. We did have enough money to limp our way back to Birmingham. We nearly
bought it on the way back. We were in a 1958 or '59 Lincoln pulling a U-Haul trailer. We were on a rain slick highway coming down a long hill when the car in front of us started fish tailing and just as he crossed the median and went off the embankment on the other side of the road, we started fish tailing with that trailer pushing us. We were all white knuckling our arm rests but Jeff finally managed to straighten us out, pulling over to the side of the road.
We crossed the highway expecting to see a horrendous pile of wreckage at the bottom of the embankment. Instead the car had landed flat on the top and all the glass had popped out intact,
apparently cushioning the impact because the driver was crawling out to the car, seeming to be unhurt. We were just very lucky we hadn't gone over right after him. I'm sure the results would have been very different with that trailer on the back.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Introductions are in order
I must begin by stating that I have no idea what I am doing. This is my first attempt at blogging and I am admitting that this is virgin territory for me . I am starting this literary adventure because I have been told in the past that I have some interesting stories to relate concerning my 20 some odd years as a recording engineer in Nashville Tennessee. I was involved in many sessions spanning a period from 1969 through 1992. I was involved in recording sessions with folks from Wilson Pickett , Joe Tex, Neil Young, Dolly Parton, and yes, Paul McCartney to name a few.
Once I start this blog in earnest, I can't predict where it will lead nor how long it will last. I ask that any potential viewers of this effort be patient with my fumbling attempts at story telling. I welcome any questions or comments you may have but always keep in mind that I am a new babe in the woods and I'm still wary that the big bad wolf is gonna jump out and bite me in the ass.
Once I start this blog in earnest, I can't predict where it will lead nor how long it will last. I ask that any potential viewers of this effort be patient with my fumbling attempts at story telling. I welcome any questions or comments you may have but always keep in mind that I am a new babe in the woods and I'm still wary that the big bad wolf is gonna jump out and bite me in the ass.
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