Burt Reynolds and the ‘Miracle at the Truck Stop’

@2004

JUPITER, Fla. – During the late 1970s and early ’80s, whenever he appeared on the Tonight Show, Burt Reynolds rarely failed to mention Jupiter, where he lived and was planning to build a “top quality” theater.

Johnny Carson always seemed to think he was kidding.

Groundbreaking for the Burt Reynolds Dinner Theatre and Institute for Theatre Training, on five acres at A1A and Indiantown Road, took place on May 19, 1978.

“What I’m trying to do is pay back the people here who have been so loyal to me,” Reynolds, who’d grown up in nearby Riviera Beach, told reporters. “There’s a real need for a theater here. This has been a dream of mine for a long time.”

Reynolds was, at that moment, the top male box office star in America. His Hollywood buddies, who knew of the actor’s dedication to home and hearth, never doubted his sincerity.

Actor Charles Nelson Reilly, a friend from Reynolds’ days in New York theater, remembers his first trip to Jupiter. Reynolds drove Reilly and Dom DeLuise down Indiantown Road – one unpaved lane a mile east of the U.S. 1 truck stop – and stopped the car.

“There was a mound, and he said ‘I’m going to build a theater here,’ and we all thought he was crazy,” Reilly says.

Still, Reynolds persevered and the $2 million Burt Reynolds Dinner Theatre and Institute for Theatre Training made its debut Jan. 30, 1979. Reilly takes credit for coining the phrase “Miracle at the Truck Stop,” which they had printed on bumper stickers.

“When it opened,” Reilly recalls, “the L.A. Times said ‘Burt Reynolds Institute? What’s next, the Anson Williams Conservatory and the Sonny Bono Academy?’ And he got so depressed.”

Still, no one had seen anything like it in Jupiter, and the opening season was sold out months in advance.

“I want a theater for people who haven’t seen live theater, and at prices they can pay,” Reynolds said before the opening. “I imagine we might have as 75 percent of the audience guys who climb out of pickups. I hope we’ll also get knowledgeable aficionados of good theater.”

First-night tickets cost $18.95; all other shows were $14.95. Season tickets were sold for $74.75 per person.

To enter the 400-seat auditorium, audiences passed an elaborate fountain, and a commissioned statue of Reynolds by Miami sculptor Manuel Carbonell.

“Vanities,” directed by Reynolds and starring his then-girlfriend Sally Field, came first. The cast also included Tyne Daly and Gail Strickland. Reynolds and Field next co-starred in “The Rainmaker,” also directed by Reynolds. Karen Valentine (of TV’s “Love American Style”) starred in “Born Yesterday,” followed by Stockard Channing in “Two For the Seesaw.”

“I’ve made friends who grew up in theater,” Reynolds said that first year. “They’d like to do it again, but they just don’t want to get clobbered by the New York critics. They want to have fun.”

Indeed, the first seasons were jammed with A-list actors Field, Martin Sheen, Charles Durning, Farrah Fawcett (making her stage debut in “Butterflies Are Free”), Richard Basehart, Carol Burnett, Jose Quintero, Robert Urich (Reynolds’ old footbal pal from Florida State University), Abe Vigoda, Ossie Davis, Jim Nabors and a then-unknown John Goodman.

“I would just ask the actors ‘What’s your favorite play?’ or “What’s your biggest challenge?’,” Reynolds wrote in his autobiography. “Singers want to act. Actors want to sing.”

Reilly himself replaced an ailing Channing in a production of Ernest “On Golden Pond” Thompson’s “Answers,” a collection of three one-act plays about friendship. He played opposite Reynolds; the other vignettes were acted by Ned Beatty and Charles Durning, and Kirstie Alley and her husband Parker “Hardy Boys” Stevenson.

Joshua Logan came to Jupiter to direct Martin Sheen and Simon Oakland in “Mister Roberts”; Sheen’s son Emelio Estevez, yet to make his mark in the movies, also was in the cast.

Later, a production of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” directed by Reynolds, starred Sheen, Andrienne Barbeau and Sheen’s other son, Ramon Estevez – later to be known professionally as Charlie Sheen.

Reilly lived on and off at Reynolds’ three-story home on Jupiter Island for 17 years, teaching daily at the institute and working on shows, behind the scenes and on the stage.

It was, he says, a wonderful time for everyone associated with the place.

“I lived on the beach, and you could go out and look left and right, and not see another human being on Jupiter Island,” Reilly says. “We would have parties, and nobody would go in the water. Reynolds had all these towels that were the size of blankets, and hats for the sun.

“But there was so much to do in the theater, with the teaching and the kids and the mainstage plays, that you never thought of the beach. It was rather sad in a way, but there was so much to do.”

The audiences ate it up, and, Reilly says, the performers were only too happy to receive such genuine appreciation from a theater-starved community.

“There were always elderly people, and sometimes someone would get sick in the middle of a matinee and have to go to the hospital,” he remembers. “And I would go into the ambulance with them and say ‘Don’t worry, it’s not that good a show. You didn’t miss that much.’”

After two seasons, several rows of seats were installed to augment the dinner tables, and the venue’s name was changed to the Burt Reynolds Jupiter Theatre.

There were three private dining areas overlooking the auditorium, for VIPs. “They had waiters and waitresses,” Reilly recalls. “It was like you’d died and gone to heaven. The china and the tablecloths were unbelievable.”

Often, Reilly or another actor would return to Los Angeles after many months in Jupiter, only to be called back in a pinch.

One year, living at the beach house, Reilly was being visited by actress Julie Harris, who was laying low after an illness, and veteran character actor Vincent Gardenia, who was at the time teaching at the Reynolds Institute.

“Brian Keith was making a movie, and it got delayed, so he couldn’t come do the show he was scheduled to do, whatever it was,” Reilly recalls.

“We were to start rehearsals Tuesday, and we had nothing. No attraction. So I said to Julie and Vincent, who were sitting in the kitchen, what about ‘Death of a Salesman?’ and they said OK, that’s fine. And we did it, and it was amazing.

“It was the best ‘Death of a Salesman’ I ever saw, not because I did it, but because of the quality of the acting.

“One critic in the area wrote that it was like ‘having Christmas and your birthday on the same day, with no limits to the gifts.’”

“Death of a Salesman,” Burt Reynolds Dinner Theater, 1981: l-r Julie Harris, Vincent Gardenia, James Nemec and Kenneth Kay.

The Burt Reynolds Institute for Theatre Training put on lunchtime matinees; classes were every day. Each season, 10 theater students were awarded scholarships.

Among its successful alumni are singer Lisa Felcoski, who does TV jingles, and stage actress Anastasia Barzee, recently seen opposite Kevin Kline in “King Lear” on Broadway. According to Reilly, Reynolds was fiercely dedicated to teaching. “I never knew who that person was on the posters and in the movies,” he says. “Because he was always this wonderful man.

“He and I would teach at midnight, because he liked to teach then. I mean, no one teaches at midnight. But they’d stay till 4 a.m., then we went to the truck stop and had breakfast.”

Sadly, the dream ended in 1989; Reynolds’ financial woes cost him the facility, and it spent the next 10 years under several owners who tried to keep things going, but for one reason or another couldn’t rekindle the old magic.

‘This will be my statement’: Watching the wheels in New York

With his pudgy hands shackled in front of him, Mark David Chapman sat at his defense attorney’s table, facing the judge who would decide his fate. Inside the crowded federal courthouse in downtown Manhattan, the man who murdered John Lennon rarely looked up from his lap, where he clutched a dog-eared paperback copy of The Catcher in the Rye, calmly turning the pages as best he could against the steel tug of the handcuffs.

Chapman didn’t really look like the deranged killers you see in the movies, although his hair was barely crew-cut length – he’d recently shaved his head in prison – and there were deep black circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in a week.

He was just some overweight loser. A bulletproof vest under his dingy brown sweatshirt made him look stockier than he was, like he was wearing football pads.

It was the summer of 1981, just eight months after the murder. A buddy of mine was living in Brooklyn Heights, working as a production assistant on the soap opera The Guiding Light. I’d accompanied him to the studio the day before, and watched them tape the show. Got a script autographed for my mom, who was a fan.

During an afternoon of sight-seeing, he accompanied me to the Dakota, the gothic mansion where Lennon had lived – and died – on Central Park West. I’ve stopped by there many times over the years, but that first visit, when the shock and the anger were still fresh, hanging in the air like gunpowder smoke, has stayed with me.

Bob was about to leave for the studio the next morning; if I had plans, I don’t remember what they were. In his little kitchenette, I perused Time magazine over my morning coffee – and I saw, under Milestones, the item about Chapman. He’d pled guilty in June – “God instructed me to do it” – and was to be sentenced on August 24.

That very day.

So whatever I was going to do, I didn’t do it, and I went to the federal courthouse instead. Bob convinced me to take his CBS ID badge, so I could get into the journalist section in case there were too many “regular people” there, taking up the cheap seats. I wouldn’t start writing professionally for another year or two.

Here’s the thing about John Lennon. And I’m well aware that millions of people feel exactly the same way. Let’s take the Beatles out of it for a moment – the incredible artistry, the unparalleled songs, the amazing cultural saga that publicity guru Derek Taylor called “The 20th Century’s Greatest Romance.”

The Beatles. Yeah. You get it.

I’m not one of those people who think Lennon, in hindsight, was a genius or a visionary or a deep philosopher or any of that stuff. I find it amusing when people quote him – or, more often, misquote him – with those goofy Facebook memes.

What he was, was charismatic, brilliant, quick-witted and extraordinarily talented. Lennon was so, so funny, and despite the fact that he often said ridiculous things, it was hard – impossible – to give up on him. You could not look away.

The indisputable magic of a celebrity like his was that you felt like you knew him, even though you didn’t really, and it was a really good feeling.

When that guy shot him in the back, he’d just made a new record, and started giving interviews again, after a self-imposed five years off the radar. When John “returned,” I – like so many others around the world – was just so fucking glad he was back in my life.

So it was weird to hear the prosecutor’s clinical description of the crime, step by step, and to hear the word “victim” followed by “John Winston Ono Lennon.” It brought it all home, you know? Now he was another statistic.

Two psychiatrists who had examined Chapman at length spent hours on the stand, describing his childhood fantasies about the armies of “little men” who lived in the armchairs and sofas of his family’s living room. This testimony is described in detail in the excellent book Let Me Take You Down.

I didn’t follow much of it. Sitting in the media gallery, behind the sketch artists who were drawing like mad, I watched Chapman. His puffy black eyes remained fixed on the ratty red book in his lap.

When the testimony was over, the judge asked if Chapman wished to make a statement before sentence was imposed. When the reply came – “yes, your honor,” in a hoarse whisper – you could feel the intake of air as everybody in the courtroom gasped. The woman in the seat in front of mine held her pencil at the ready over her sketch pad.

A uniformed, armed officer moved in behind him as Chapman stood up at the table. “I’d like to read from The Catcher in the Rye,” he said loudly. “This will be my statement.”

And he did. With the paperback open in front of him, he read that famous paragraph from J.D. Salinger’s teen-alienation novel, the one about little kids falling off a cliff:

I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.

We all sat back, slack-jawed. The judge gave him 20-to-life. They led him away.

And that was that.

‘Let’s go out there and be a bunch of bros’: Ron Blair and the Heartbreakers

@1990, Gainesville Sun

As the bass player in Tom Petty’s Heartbreakers, Ron Blair went from the nightclubs of Gainesville to the coliseums of the world in just a few years.

He was one-fifth of a wildly successful rock ‘n’ roll band, and just at the apex of his hard-earned career — at the time most people would’ve been content to lean back and count their money — he threw it away and started over.

In the early ’70s, Ron Blair had left Gainesville for Southern California, where the women were beautiful, the beach was nearby, and the music business, in which he hoped to make a buck or two, was a way of life. He was 23.

Four fellow Hogtown expatriates convinced Blair to join their band. The band didn’t have a name, but it did have a record deal, due to the singing and songwriting talents of its frontman. Blair knew Tom Petty well, respected his talents, and joined his group without reservation.

Within five years, the band — dubbed at the very last minute Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers — was the biggest act on the road, selling out arenas from coast to coast and tearing it up in Europe and the Far East. Critics called them the American Rolling Stones. In 1980 alone, the Heartbreakers sold over three million albums; Blair, like his bandmates, amassed a sizable bankroll.

And then, abruptly, he quit.

“Some days I’ll think, ‘Couldn’t I have put up with it?'” the 41-year-old Blair says in a telephone interview from Los Angeles, where he still lives. “At the time, it was really a gut decision. That’s kind of what I regret, that it wasn’t a real thought-out decision.

“I physically and verbally tuned out on an emotional level, rather than really thinking it out.”

Purely and simply, he says, it just ceased to be fun. That’s why he broke with the band.

Today, Blair owns and operates a swimwear shop called Shapes, on a busy downtown street in Tarzana, a Los Angeles suburb. He bought the business in 1982, just after he told Petty he “couldn’t get back on the bus” and on on another tour.

“The first couple of years we were open, there was a rumor that Tom Petty’s wife had opened the shop,” Blair says with a chuckle. “We didn’t do anything to squelch it.”

Ron Blair’s father, a career Navy man, moved his family around the world and eventually put down roots in Macon, Ga., where Ron was born.

In 1969, he chose the University of Florida for his alma mater simply because a girlfriend expressed her desire to go there; Blair was only interested in a college that “didn’t have compulsory ROTC.” On the advice of counselors, he chose engineering as a major, but what he really wanted to do was play music. He dropped out in his junior year.

Eventually Blair became part of a rock band called RGF (the initials stood for different things on different occasions). The group — which also included guitarist Jeff Jourard, later to form the Motels — was “like the Who, or a little nastier,” Blair reports. RGF was Gainesville’s resident loud and sloppy “hard rock” band. Its polar opposite, Mudcrutch, played country-tinged rock ‘n’ roll, with the kind of vocal harmonies that RGF wasn’t at all interested in.

“We used to play a lot of the same gigs,” Blair remembers. “Or even throw gigs – we used to rent the University Auditorium, split the gig and split the money.

“They were into a different kind of rock than the band I was in. But they were real good, and they had their own following around there. We did, too, but maybe a little more of the degenerates.”

Mudcrutch’s lead singer and chief songwriter, Tom Petty, was a year younger than Blair. “Tom used to impress me because he had kind of a beard, he was a real scraggly guy,” Blair says. “He looked like he drank a few beers, just really loose onstage. He looked like he was on the edge of looseness – like ‘this guy’s gonna fall off the stage!’ but then he’d keep it together and rock the whole set.”

It was obvious to Blair and everyone else that RGF and Mudcrutch were about the best things going in Gainesville. Both groups had large local followings. “But I didn’t understand what their band was about. I didn’t quite know what they were trying to do, because it wasn’t a straight-ahead thing, (and) it wasn’t a Southern Blues thing.”

In early 1972, RGF made a run for the big time. “It just came to a point where we’d played all the gigs you can play around Gainesville, and then everybody started thinking about leaving,” Blair recalls. “Tom and them were pretty smart — they were making tapes and thinking about going somewhere they could record.

“The band I was in, we just took off to Boston on a kind of a wild hair. It was either New York, Boston, or California. We ended up gettin’ froze out. It got to be October and the band split up and everybody went back home.”

Blair dawdled briefly in Gainesville before returning to Macon, where he spent a year and a half without a steady band — and, in his words, went “stir crazy.” He hung around with the Allman Brothers Band and their Macon legions for a spell (his younger sister married Gregg Allman in 1972) and, with the encouragement of friends, traveled to Southern California for a visit in early ’74.

He never went home again.

Soon he was playing bass in three different club bands, just making ends meet. It wasn’t long before Mudcrutch appeared on his doorstep.

“Tom and a couple of the guys came over,” Blair remembers. “They had just driven across the country in a truck with their cats, dogs, women and whatever, and they just showed up.

“Most of my friends had already moved out here and were trying to get something going on, and I said ‘All right, everybody’s out here now!'”

The members of Mudcrutch had made the trek with the promise of a recording deal with Shelter Records, Leon Russell’s company. But after one single, the band began squabbling internally, and the album was never finished. A year after pulling up in Petty’s truck, Mudcrutch dissolved. Shelter retained Petty, and he started recording with studio musicians.

Stan Lynch, a Gainesville drummer who’d also headed west looking for “the big gig,” called his old buddy Blair in early ’76 and asked him to sit in on some late-night demo sessions for pianist Benmont Tench, who’d been in Mudcrutch, and, like the rest of them, was now taking whatever work he could find. The studio sessions weren’t costing Tench anything; he had a friend who worked there and had invited him to record after hours.

Guitarist Mike Campbell, Petty’s songwriting partner in Mudcrutch, came along, and so did Petty. “I forget the songs,” Blair says, “but it just seemed to be real natural. It was kind of easy. I think we played pretty late into the night, for a couple of nights.

“I think it was just a natural thing. I guess everybody’s roots were similar, I don’t know, it was really kind of a magic thing. Nobody was getting in the way of each other. I don’t think anybody was trying to take over or dominate.”

It took a little record-company convincing, but soon Petty’s solo career became Petty’s band: Petty, Campbell, Tench, Lynch and Blair. After the first few sessions they worked together, it felt too good to everyone to consider bringing in more studio guys.

Blair says it was the “cause” – getting Petty started successfully on his record career – that motivated them all in the beginning.

The first two Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers albums did zero to little business in the United States, although the band got to be huge in England. But when Damn the Torpedoes appeared in mid-1980, they went from club dates and opening slots to headlining arenas in a real hurry. The album reached No. 2 on the national charts and went several times platinum. Suddenly, Petty was big business; the adulation, and the money, started rolling in.

“It used to be a lot of fun,” Blair explains. “The first two records were a lot of fun, and then touring up to there – even though it was a real strain – it had that kind of cause feel to it, ‘let’s go out there and be a bunch of bro’s, doing it.’

“When we started doing the third record, some heavy kind of producer guys came in and really tried to professionalize it. And from that point on, it entered the uptight era. It just got uptight from really that moment on until I wasn’t with the band any more.”

Success, Blair feels, really tested the Heartbreakers. There was a lot of pressure on Petty, too, to “keep up the good work,” and the inevitable fissures appeared between Petty and the bros in the band.

Torpedoes was the biggest record the band ever had, and there were a couple of really cool tours, but something happened,” Blair explains. “It was like the band got tense; the band as a unit got stressed.

“It seemed like everywhere we were playing was an upside-down bathtub, the sound was bad, and the bass sounded especially bad. For me, it got to be almost depressing — we’d have soundchecks, and it would be like bad group therapy.”

“He was just slowly and slowly fading away, it seemed, fading far away from us,” Petty told the Gainesville Sun in 1985. “We’re all pretty close, and we didn’t see him socially, ever. I don’t really know what it was. He was just disillusioned, I think. Big business rolls into the picture, and I think Ron was just a pretty casual person.

“It wasn’t like we were sad to see him go, either, because it’s no fun having somebody in the group who isn’t really into it.”

Blair played on half of the platinum Hard Promises album in 1981, and on the subsequent world tour. By then, he was traveling to and from the concerts separately.

“I was still there trying to do everything that was asked, being a soldier and everything, but I made a little bit of a tuneout and it sort of wedged the whole thing apart.”

Howie Epstein replaced Blair on bass in 1982, and is with the Heartbreakers to this day.

Blair and his wife designed Shapes with a “rock ‘n’ roll vibe” in mind; he says they wanted the front of the store to look like an album cover. When the couple divorced in 1985, Blair became the sole proprietor of the shop, which from all reports is very successful. Blair manages a staff of eight; at home, he has a 9-year-old son, James.

Every once in a while, he gets a longing for that rock ‘n’ roll rush. He has a pair of platinum albums on the wall, but that’s not enough to bring it back.

“Sometimes I regret it a little bit,” he explains. “I’m not a quitter, and I don’t like to think I left something unfinished. But it was like some voice told me, ‘You’re gonna go crazy. Do something else. Be independent.'”

 

Sleeve Notes: ‘Stone of Sisyphus’ by Chicago

@2008 for Rhino Records

In The Greatest Music Never Sold, author Dan Leroy calls Chicago’s Stone of Sisyphus “an authentic return to form,” and bemoans the fact that one of America’s most exciting and creative bands had been forced, for purely commercial reasons, to shelve such a daring, expressive set of songs.

In the 15 years since it was recorded, Sisyphus has attained legendary status among rock critics, Chicago fans, those who’ve heard parts of it and those who have only read about it.

“Save for the songs that have seen official release on compilations,” wrote Leroy, “the disc remains merely grist for the rumor mill.”

The mill stops here.

It all began promisingly, in the latter days of 1992. After hearing the first three completed tracks from the band’s work-in-progress, Warner Bros. Records’ head of A&R excitedly told producer Peter Wolf exactly what he wanted to hear: “Chicago’s back, and in a big way!”

Sisyphus was, by design, the group’s farewell to musical ennui, to the self–perpetuated rut of big, radio-friendly ballads provided by outside writers. Although it kept them on the charts, they’d come to despise the formula.

The sessions found the musicians on fire with a rekindled enthusiasm that had been all but lost as Chicago’s identity was progressively eroded away by the frustration and guilt that comes with creative soul-selling.

“We wrote songs that were more experimental, songs that were more daring in terms of musical direction and chord construction, more than anything,” remembers James Pankow, whose innovative horn charts had been an integral part of Chicago’s distinctive sound from the start. “We got into really feeling our oats in terms of being the voice of Chicago again. It had been a long time since we had made a record like that.”

Indeed, Chicago’s horn section – trombonist Pankow, trumpeter Lee Loughnane and sax/flute player Walter Parazaider – was virtually reborn on Stone of Sysyphus, giving the music the bite, power and swing that had all but evaporated during the ballad period. So diminished had their roles become in the studio, the horn players had begun to feel like sidemen at their own sessions.

“In those days,” singer/keyboardist and songwriter Robert Lamm says, “it had been all about survival, about staying on the radio.”

Lamm, in particular, was thrilled by producer Wolf’s pronouncement that the band needed to return to what had made it great in the first place – collaborative songwriting, jamming and workshopping the songs, experimentation. Camaraderie.

“There’d been talk of ‘Well, once you guys get a really successful album, you can do whatever you want on the next album,'” says Lamm. “And it always seemed to be the next one, the next one. So we really felt like this was the album we’d been waiting to do, where we really can say who we are, right now.”

The members of Chicago gathered in Wolf’s Simi Valley studio, each bringing fresh new ideas that would be tossed around like hot potatoes until they positively cooked.

“Peter,” Lamm recalls, “pulled me aside and said ‘You know, your lyric writing is really crucial to this. You really gotta go deep, and you really gotta step up.’ And I felt like I did.

“We really got excited about it. It became a crusade, if you will, for Peter and for the guys in the band.”

Wolf, the brilliant keyboard player, writer and producer who worked with Frank Zappa for years, says he had just one goal in mind. “I’m from the days where I tried to make every song into the best possible thing it could be,” he explains. “I didn’t do one or two songs for the record, and those are my hits, and the rest I could care less about.”

Wolf had never forgotten the illuminative musical rush of the band’s early, horn–driven albums.

Says Pankow: “This was a bit of a brass orgasm for me. I hadn’t really been allowed to stretch my wings, other than a few spots here and there. Peter had the courage to trust me, and it was really a great feeling to go uncensored.”

Wolf and Chicago spent the early months of 1993 crafting Stone of Sysyphus.

“I’m the reed player,” says Parazaider, “and Peter said to me ‘Bring all your flutes, bring all your saxes, bring the bass clarinet.’ We’re going to use everything, like you used in the old days.’ Now, when somebody says that to a player, you get the U-Haul out and put everything in it.

“I’d go out, point the car in the direction of Simi Valley every day, and could hardly wait to get there. Just to see what was up with the rhythm section laying down a tune, or somebody singing a vocal, or the horns wood-shedding something out. ”

Warner executives were not invited to the sessions; the cocooned band wanted to create Sisyphus with zero input (read: meddling) from the powers that be.

When the album was finished, Chicago’s manager proudly drove the master over to the label.

What happened next still has heads shaking, all these years later.

“Suddenly there’d been a big shakeup in the hierarchy, ” says singer and multi–instrumentalist Bill Champlin, who’d delivered some of his most impassioned vocals on Sisyphus. “There were lawyers sitting in the chairs.

“And they went ‘This is the worst Chicago album yet. We can put it out, but we’re not going to do anything with it, promotion-wise.’ ”

Wolf and the band members were told that the executives – the new guys – hated their baby.

“Sure, it had things that were not the expected pop mainstream thing, but that’s what was good about it, ” says Pankow. “It had the element of surprise and exploration. ”

Lamm was stunned. “We were completely dumbfounded, ” he recalls. “A couple of the songs, ‘Here With Me’ or ‘Bigger Than Elvis,’ although they’re bigger songs than some of the power ballads we’d been having success with, they still fall in that genre. So I don’t know what the big whoop was. We were solidly together in saying ‘No, this IS the album.'”

Sisyphus proved to be the final nail in the coffin of the band’s relationship with Warner Bros.

Neither side blinked. Chicago left the label, taking Sisyphus with them.

The musicians look back on the experience now with a mixture of regret (they all wish they’d put it out sooner) and intense pride (they’d defied conventional music business wisdom, emerging with integrity intact).

“I think they wanted another album of rock ballads,” Pankow says. “And they said ‘You guys went way outside.’ We said ‘We’re not going to be somebody we aren’t any more.’ ”

 

THE SONGS OF SISYPHUS

In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was cursed to roll a huge stone up a hill, only to have it roll back down just before the pinnacle was reached. In many ways, the story parallels Chicago’s career trajectory in the early 1990s. Stone of Sisyphus was going to be a triumphant return to the top; instead of ascending, it rolled back down and knocked them flat.

“You try to be as objective as you can about music, ” Walt Parazaider says, “but it’s a pretty personal thing when you’ve just finished something that you’ve loved doing and get that kind of reaction. I don’t think anybody that’s creative digs that kind of rejection, unless you’re a musical masochist. ”

As it turned out, the defeat was only temporary. The band forged ahead with Night and Day, an album of Big Band songs. Chicago entered its third decade wise, willing and eager to scale new creative peaks.

And over the years, the legend of Sisyphus grew.

 

STONE OF SISYPHUS

Dawayne brought in a couple of ideas. What is the chorus now was his verse. I listened to it a few times, we sat together, and I said ‘I think this is your chorus. We should change this around.’ I was responsible for helping him put the song together, and arranged the song.

It was the next step forward, creatively. Maybe we should never have un-invited the suits to the sessions. I think if we’d used our business sense a little better, we would’ve had a successful project.

There’s less synthesizer on the other version. I think it breathes a little better. I always thought maybe Peter had put a few too many keyboards on the track.

Lee Loughnane

 

BIGGER THAN ELVIS

I’d told Peter and Ina Wolf about seeing Aloha From Hawaii on TV when I was a kid; Everybody was watching Elvis Presley, but I didn’t even notice him. I was just looking for my dad, who was the bass player. We brought him in to play on the song, but didn’t tell him what it was about. We muted the vocals. And that Christmas, he was over at my house and I played him the finished song. He had headphones on, and I’ll never forget it. He sobbed when he heard it.

Jason Scheff

 

ALL THE YEARS

It started out being about the band, and my frustration about being stuck in a corner. Then it kind of morphed into a bigger subject, the political landscape of the early ’90s. That in spite of all the revolution of the late ’60s, early ’70s, there didn’t really seem to be much progress in terms of humanity in the politics of this country, much less the world.

Robert Lamm

 

MAH-JONG

Me and my buddy Aaron Zigmund, and his friend Brock Walsh, we got together and said “Let’s come up with something funky.” We came up with this real cool funk groove, nothing like what ended up on Stone of Sisyphus. We brought Champlin in to sing on the demo, and that shows where it came from. Brock came up with the phrase mah-jong and painted that real pretty, smoky picture – the story of a guy who’s falling for this girl who works in a mah-jong parlor.

Jason Scheff

 

SLEEPING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BED

When John McCurry and I were cutting the demo, I had the lyrics written, we had the track, and I never really sang a melody. I was just kind of riffing. The rhythm of the words was there, but the melody wasn’t. I went out into the studio to do a rough vocal, and McCurry pushed the talkback button and said ‘Why don’t you rap it?’ And we both started laughing: OK, let’s try that.

Robert Lamm

I think the record company heard that and went “Wait a minute – white guys don’t do this.” Simple as that. I told Robert I thought it was an awesome piece, but you’re running up against racial lines here. I think that’s the first time Robert’s crossed any of those lines in a good long while.

Bill Champlin

Robert was just exploring another genre, which we’d been doing since Day One. I think the only things we haven’t covered are Dixieland and polkas, and give us long enough, we’ll probably do that too.

Walter Parazaider

 

LET’S TAKE A LIFETIME

Peter spent a lot of time with Lamm, Champlin and Pankow. I remember thinking towards the end of the album that we didn’t really spend too much time working on stuff that I brought in. I always felt a little strange about saying ‘What about me?’ I hate that squeaky wheel thing. But Peter said “Oh, that’s a great song – let’s get to work.”

Jason Scheff

 

THE PULL

A highly personal song about what I was going through in my private life at the time, just trying to be in two places at the same time. As much as we might desire it and need it, it’s not possible. Peter Wolf asked me to write extraordinary lyrics for that song, and I feel like I delivered. I’m really proud of that song.

 Robert Lamm

There was such a great vibe. We were all supporting each other during each other’s tracks. A lot of laughs, a lot of fun.

Jason Scheff

 

HERE WITH ME (A CANDLE FOR THE DARK)

A guy by the name of Greg O’ Connor and myself wrote the song initially. We were trying to get to the hook, which is “Here With Me.” And Robert jumped on board and fashioned the verse lyric, which kind of brings you to the hook, which is about a relationship that had ended but is still carried in the hearts of the people involved. Robert treated it very romantically, more so than I could have. And I think that song is a smash.

James Pankow

Jimmy wrote the music, and we argued about the title of the song. I thought “Here With Me” was just banal and pedestrian, so I pushed to have it called “A Candle For the Dark.”

Robert Lamm

 

PLAID

Peter said “Let’s go after corporate rock.” And I thought whoa, that’s an easy target. That’s pretty much a big, giant bulls–eye waiting there to get hit. It’s not really about Chicago, more about the whole corporate posture. I think it was right on the money.

Bill Champlin

 

CRY FOR THE LOST

At the same time we had this anti-corporate thing, we had this thought of “Let’s make the commercial songs even more commercial.” So they had me do a re–write on “Proud of Our Blindness,” that turned into “Cry for the Lost.”‘ I personally like the songwriting on “Proud of Our Blindness” better. But hey, this is what the producer wanted. I didn’t become an MVP singer/songwriter over the years by telling producers “Nah, I don’t want to do that. ” I’ve learned how to work in an assignment situation.

Bill Champlin

 

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

Bruce Gaitsch and I wrote it. That’s pretty much pointing the finger at management types. Do you think the suits at the label are going to get behind a record that calls them assholes? I think what Peter wanted was a record that talks about what’s going on now, rather than love song, love song, love song, love song, love song.

Bill Champlin

‘If we thought it was great, we put it out’: The story of Blue Thumb Records

@1996 Bill DeYoung

The worst thing that we could do at the label was to cut a hit record. Because every time we came close to it, or had something that smelled like a hit, Columbia would come along and steal ’em away.

– Tommy LiPuma

There was virtually no precedent when Bob Krasnow threw open the doors of Blue Thumb Records in 1968. As far as anyone knew, there hadn’t yet been an album-oriented independent rock ‘n’ roll label, with an eclectic artist roster and a keen sense of eye-catching graphics. Blue Thumb came about in that heady, post-Sgt. Pepper era, at a time when the music business was starting to think of popular music as an art, or as a grand statement, or at the very least a little bit more than the mileage you could bleed out of an artist once the hit singles had come and gone.

“There was a sense in the air of a lot of adventure,” said keyboardist Joe Sample, whose Crusaders signed with Blue Thumb in 1970. “The music business was making big, major changes; the newfound FM airwaves meant there was suddenly a whole new branch of radio stations that played music that would never be played on an AM station. Blue Thumb was one of the first companies that realized this new set of airwaves was important for music; they were one of the very first record companies that got into recording albums. FM played album cuts, that would get up to four and five minutes.”

Krasnow, who’d cut his teeth on R&B as a promo man for James Brown, had sat in the president’s chair at both King and Buddha/Kama Sutra Records. “He’d gotten his taste of running alternative product, at a time when alternative product was becoming mainstream,” explained Ben Sidran, another keyboard man who recorded for Blue Thumb.

“Anybody who knows Krasnow knows that he’s one of the great gunslingers of the Wild West,” said Sidran. “And this was him at the top of his form, making a run at the record business.” Krasnow, who was convinced his left-of-center tastes were as right-as-rain, had had his fill of big record companies that only saw their artists in profit-making terms. Securing a finance and distribution contract from the tape manufacturer GRT, Krasnow set up his new indie label on LaBrea Avenue in Los Angeles, just across the street from A&M Records.

Krasnow lured away A&M staff producer Tommy LiPuma and vice president of marketing Don Graham, telling them, “If it doesn’t work, what difference does it make? We’ll go back and get jobs. So what? Jobs you can always get.”

In its six years of existence, Blue Thumb was never a smashing success, but Krasnow and LiPuma, both of whom stayed the course, were able to put out between 60 and 100 albums (nobody knows for sure) of music that encompassed the wild, the unusual and the blatantly non-commercial. There was pop, jazz, R&B, warning-label comedy and other things that didn’t come close to a label.

The artist roster included (among others) Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks, Hugh Masekela, Dave Mason, the Pointer Sisters, Marc Almond, Ike and Tina Turner, Gerry Rafferty, Sun Ra, Love, Joao Donato, Clifton Chenier and Gabor Szabo. The label issued the first batch of National Lampoon albums too, and distributed Leon Russell’s Shelter Records.

“Hits never entered the picture,” said LiPuma. “These were the glory days, when you had the beginning of FM alternative radio. It was great radio, because they played everything. I think one reason a lot of these things ended up on Blue Thumb, particularly something like the Lampoon albums, was that nobody else had the balls to put it out. If you listen to Radio Dinner, it was pretty out. The majors weren’t interested in putting out things like that. It was too controversial.”

On a personal level, Blue Thumb for producer extraordinaire LiPuma was a way out of the endless repetition of Claudine Longet, Chris Montez and Sandpipers records at A&M. Krasnow and Graham were his off-hours buddies. “We were all just having a good time, you know?” he said. “There were a lot of good chemicals going around at that time, and it was one big hang. The record business is a totally different animal today. It’s not even a question of ‘Those were the good old days,’ or whatever. I’m not even talking about that. It was a much simpler situation. There weren’t as many labels, there weren’t as many artists. The highway wasn’t as crowded.”

The Blue Thumb A&R staff, LiPuma recalled, was non-existent. “It was Bob and myself. That’s all it was about,” he said. “As far as we were concerned, if it excited us, if we thought it was great, we put it out. It didn’t matter if it was the Pointer Sisters, the Crusaders or Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks, it was just good music of every genre.”

Blue Thumb’s first release was a collection of audio snippets from W.C. Fields movies. The first artist signed was Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band. (Beefheart, in fact, coined the name Blue Thumb; according to Krasnow, it was to be the name of a new Beefheart blues band, but Krasnow “borrowed” it for his label.) Beefheart’s Strictly Personal appeared on Blue Thumb in 1968.

Beefheart, said Krasnow, “was like an inspiration to me. His brain, his liberated ideas, his multi-talents. To me it wasn’t even about rock ‘n’ roll. It was about where rock ‘n’ roll came from and about the linear concept of music, you know, and how it evolved. I don’t think you can make a rock record without making a blues record, and I don’t think you can make a blues record without making this other kind of record, and it all had to make sense to me, you know? I don’t care if it made sense to anybody else, but I had to understand it. So it was kind of like this complex puzzle in my mind that was simplistic in its reality.”

Krasnow made frequent trips to England (perhaps he was checking out the scene at Apple Records, where a similar laissez-faire philosophy was in effect). In 1968, he and Don Graham went to the Marquee Club, in order to sign Robert Fripp and his band King Crimson, which was then the talk of the circuit.

“They were brilliant,” Graham recalled, “and it got to the end of the set, a little over an hour of unbelievable music and people were screaming and hollering, and I was thinking, ‘This is it! We’re going to sign them and it will be huge.'” As it turned out, Atlantic Records’ Ahmet Ertegun was in the club, too, and had already inked King Crimson. The Blue Thumb boys were crestfallen.

Graham and Krasnow then proceeded to the nearby Speakeasy club to drown their sorrows. “And there were these guys in the corner of the room on a little stage. And one guy was sitting in the lotus position on pillows wearing Mary Janes, playing like a small guitar and singing folk songs. And standing next to him was this tall guy beating himself with his own belt. I just thought it was weird. But finally Krasnow looks up and says, ‘These guys are fantastic.'”

At intermission, the Blue Thumb welcoming committee rushed back to the dressing room and signed Marc Bolan, the guy on the pillows, and Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Blue Thumb’s artwork was all done by Tom Wilkes and Barry Feinstein, from their Camoflage Productions office in the Hollywood Hills. Dave Mason, who’d left Traffic (and England) for a solo career, chose Blue Thumb in part because a lot of his friends at the time were in the “hang” circle with the artists (Camoflage was also part of a management company called Group 3).

In accordance with the label’s “alternative” stance, Mason’s contract was signed, with solemnity, in the men’s room of the Beverly Hills Hotel. “I read somewhere,” Feinstein said, “that Howard Hughes used to sign a lot of his deals in the men’s room too.”

Mason’s Alone Together album, released in 1970, was designed by Wilkes and Feinstein as a sort of fold-open poster. Called a “Kangaroo Pack,” the jacket included a pouch for the album, which was pressed on a multi-colored “marble” vinyl, created by dropping colored pellets into the vinyl vats at random intervals, so that no two LP’s were alike.

“It stood out as something that nobody else was doing,” commented LiPuma. “People had stopped making gatefolds. And Barry and Tom were friends of ours. So we hung out and would come up with ideas; we’d sit there and laugh about them, because a lot of them were funny and a lot were unique. And we didn’t have to check with anybody in order to get it done. We just did it.”

LiPuma thinks it might be the best production job he ever did.  “That fuckin’ package costs us like two to three times what you’d normally spend on a record,” he said. “Not just the vinyl, the Kangaroo Pack.”

One day, Ike Turner complained to Krasnow that white kids were making a fortune playing the blues and Turner, a black man and a life-long blues musician, was still scuffling. The result, courtesy Camoflage, was the Outta Season cover, depicting Ike on one side and his wife Tina on the other, each in whiteface makeup and eating a huge slice of watermelon. Outta Season was nominated for a Grammy, for its cover design.

San Francisco singer and songwriter Dan Hicks was one of Blue Thumb’s most popular artists. His Hot Licks played a campy sort of acoustic ’40s swing music, and it hadn’t clicked on their one and only album for Epic. So they were up for grabs.

According to Hicks, Blue Thumb was the perfect label for him. “I guess I wanted just a few guys to deal with,” he said. “A hands-on approach, as opposed to a big company. I liked them; I liked their style. They just seemed like contemporary guys. They seemed pretty hip, to use a word that I didn’t want to use, because I’m the only hip person there is. They seemed like guys that could be friends, but still we could get a lot done.”

Hicks and his outfit made three albums for Blue Thumb: Where’s The Money?, Strikin’ It Rich and Last Train To Hicksville, all produced by Tommy LiPuma. “I knew he had a jazz appreciation, which is what I liked,” said Hicks. “So I knew there’d be sort of a common savvy there; I knew he had played tenor sax.”

The Hot Licks were one of the few acts to stay with Blue Thumb until it folded in 1974. “I think it was more popular than I was aware of,” reflected Hicks. “I say that because I still get people who say to me ‘When we were in college man, we turned your records way up and danced,’ and all this. So I hear all these stories that I didn’t know about.”

Ben Sidran and Blue Thumb were never about money and huge sales. “Back then, record companies were still interested in records that sold 30, 40,000 copies,” he explained. “The numbers people were shooting for were never that great. I do know that they sold records, and the records didn’t come back like they do today. The records they sold stayed sold.”

For a decade, the Jazz Crusaders had recorded in relative obscurity on smaller labels such as Chisa, where they’d consider a project successful if it sold 50,000 copies. Joe Sample: “If it was known as jazz, you could count on basically no exposure. One of the things we felt, and that Blue Thumb felt, was that we had to get the labeling out of music. That was the main reason we went over to Blue Thumb; it was a very exciting company. We did a Carole King tune, ‘So Far Away,’ and that song was played right alongside Creedence Clearwater and a number of the popular acts of that day.”

The re-named Crusaders cut a handful of albums for Blue Thumb, and each one moved about 200,000 units. “Tommy and LiPuma and Krasnow were young and vibrant men with tremendous love of music,” Sample said. “And they also had the expertise to back up that love. And they started signing all kinds of bands. It was the new image in music, and I think it was the best kind of image that we ever had in the music business.

“And I wish today that somehow we could go back to that kind of image, where if music was good it was simply known as music; it didn’t matter if it was jazz or rock or forms of a mixture. Every artist they signed was very unique in their own way.”

The artist roster changed in dribs and drabs over Blue Thumb’s six-year run. Dave Mason’s debut album became the label’s biggest seller. “Alone Together was a breath of fresh air at the right time,” said LiPuma, who produced the record. “The guy’s songs were incredible, his guitar playing was fantastic. He had this tie-dyed record, beautiful packaging.

“Most of the time, when you’ve got something like this, whether or not it’s going to sell a million or five million, or 10 copies, you could tell when something’s got the goods or not. There’s no question to that.”

Mason’s relationship with DiPuma and Krasnow began to sour almost immediately. “The record was a monster, and then he came back and wanted to do this record with Cass Elliot,” DiPuma recalled. “Which obviously, didn’t make sense to us whatsoever, but we let him do it, and the rest is history.” Dave Mason and Cass Elliot was a resounding flop and drove Mason’s stock way down.

Headkeeper, Mason’s next solo effort, was barely half-finished when Mason, eager to re-negotiate his Blue Thumb contract, literally stole the master tapes. Krasnow, never one to back down from a fight, issued the half-done record anyway. The strained relationship between artist and label was pushed to the breaking point, and in 1973, after lots of legal wrangling, a declaration of bankruptcy and threats across the conference table, Mason signed with Columbia Records.

“Blue Thumb came along and did what they did so well that corporate America started going after their acts,” explained Joe Sample. “And one by one, they began to offer their acts a hell of a lot more money than they could pay ’em.”

“Listen, the worst thing that we could do at the label was to cut a hit record,” offered LiPuma. “Because every time we came close to it, or had something that smelled like a hit, Columbia would come along and steal ’em away. They did it with Dave Mason, they did it with Marc-Almond; T-Rex went with Warner Brothers …” The Pointer Sisters, who scored a hit on Blue Thumb with the ’40s retro “Yes We Can Can,” were still on the label when it went down. The group’s big smashes (“Fire,” “Jump”) came many years later, on another label.

Ben Sidran recalled how he first came to be a Blue Thumb artist: “I got a phone call at two o’clock one morning,” he said. “Woke me out of a dead sleep. It was Krasnow; he had heard my first record on Capitol (Feel Your Groove). He said, ‘I want to sign you, man. What do we have to do?’ So we worked it out.

“It was clear that he was at a party at somebody’s house, he heard my record and he dug it, he tracked me down and he dialed the phone that minute. And that’s an indication of what the next four years were like for me. If Kras liked your idea, he’d say, ‘Okay, do it.’ It’s not that way today, but back then, he was trusting creative people.”

“I think,” offered LiPuma, “record companies, for the most part, worked in a disciplined and organized administrative manner. We didn’t have meetings; it was just a small group of people. If we heard something we liked, we signed it.”

“They were running it, literally out of three rooms,” said Sidran. “And they were making records that were consciously counter to what was going on. And nobody had done that. Everybody else had maybe started small and had a party, but they were making overtly commercial records. But Krasnow was going out of his way to do something different.”

Joe Sample said that Blue Thumb simply had the right vibe. “Most of the time, when you went in and spoke to music people at pop record companies, it was like speaking to someone who spoke back in a foreign language. We (the Crusaders) had nothing in common with the majority of record companies.”

Krasnow’s vision was of the label as the umbrella under which all the members of the big musical family could stand together. Bluesmen Sleepy John Estes, Bukka White, Fred McDowell, Nathan Beauregard and Furry Lewis all made history on Blue Thumb, on the roster right next to Mason, Hicks and the Pointer Sisters, with their Memphis Swamp Jam.

“That record only made sense if you were going to then make other records that followed in a broad way,” Krasnow explained. “It was kind of the foundation that other records could build on. It led to the Aynsley Dunbar Retaliation, which was a blues band, because Aynsley was John Mayall’s drummer and they had Jon Mark and John Almond in the band, and we did a record with them too, which had a whole different point of view.

“See, the whole thing only made sense to me when you did it right, and built on it that way. To make a Memphis Blues Jam record in a vacuum, then you might as well be Arhoolie Records. And just to make a Mark-Almond record didn’t mean anything either because then you might as well be Columbia Records. I wanted to do it the way I saw it. I mean how did I grow up, you know? What did it mean to me?”

In the end, perhaps inevitably, it was Blue Thumb’s non-conformity that did them in. After the label’s second distribution deal (with Capitol/EMI) went sour, Krasnow sold Blue Thumb to the Gulf and Western corporation, which owned Paramount Records and several even smaller labels, in 1972. The new owners promised to keep Blue Thumb’s rebel spirit alive, its irreverence intact. Hits would be nice, but Blue Thumb was making artistic statements.

Soon enough, however, it became apparent to all concerned that the day of the anarchic independent was drawing to a close. “The bottom line was that Gulf and Western wasn’t interested in being in the record business anymore,” LiPuma said frankly. “They had become very disillusioned. They had gotten into business with a lot of these small labels, none of which apparently did that well, including Paramount Records.

“I think they decided it was time to bail and ABC came along and offered them a price and they took it. We were certainly low on the totem pole in the deal, so we were just thrown over to ABC. And it wasn’t what you’d call a conducive place for making music and creating anything. It was one of these places where it was the hits and the hits. So we just settled, got paid off and left.”

And that was that. To Dan Hicks’s recollection, “The demise of Blue Thumb happened pretty quick. I remember going into the office and everything was stamped ‘Property of ABC.’ Everything, the typewriters, everything. I don’t know what was going on.”

Both Krasnow and LiPuma landed on their feet at Warner Brothers Records; Krasnow as a roving A&R man (later a vice-president), LiPuma as a staff producer (he was at the helm for all of George Benson’s big hits in the ’70’s and ’80’s, including Breezin’ and “On Broadway”).

In 1978, MCA bought ABC Records and so inherited all the Blue Thumb product. Very few of the original albums are in print today.

Bob Krasnow became president of Elektra Records in 1983 and enjoyed a long, successful stay at the top; currently, he’s running a new label, Krasnow Enterprises, which is distributed by MCA.

The retrospective All Day Thumbsucker Revisited was issued (on two CDs and as three-disc colored vinyl package) in 1996 by GRP Records, which is also distributed by MCA (hence, the masters were handy).

GRP’s president is none other than Tommy LiPuma. “I was looking for another logo, to put things out that didn’t fit the GRP genre,” he said. GRP/Blue Thumb has issued new CDs by Dr. John, Robben Ford, Jonathan Taylor and others. “I’ve got eclectic tastes; my tastes run a broader scope than one particular area,” LiPuma said, still chanting the Blue Thumb mantra after all the years.

“And the thing is, the logo was just sitting there.”

Oral history: ‘The Ballad of Calico’ by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition

In the vast canon of music recorded by Kenny Rogers, nothing ever came close to the audacious ambitiousness of 1972’s The Ballad of Calico, a sprawling, 19-song concept album about a silver-mining town that actually existed in California’s San Bernadino Mountains in the 1880s.

It was the era of Jesus Christ Superstar and Tommy, and The Ballad of Calico was similarly constructed – each song told a part of the story, each was performed in a different style, and each character was represented by a different singer.

It was Kenny Rogers and the First Edition in those days, digging for silver long before Rogers struck gold – and then multi-platinum – as a solo act.

The group had begun as simply the First Edition, with each member sharing lead-singing duties, but after a string of hits with Rogers taking the lead, the name was changed as a commercial concession.

Their most recent release on Warner Bros. Records’ Reprise subsidiary, Greatest Hits, had sold more than a million copies. Which may explain why the label was willing to bankroll a double album written front-to-back by two unknowns (Michael Murphey and Larry Cansler), with no “surefire” hits on it.

Only six of the 19 tracks featured Rogers singing lead, and one of those was a brief reprise of another song. Kin Vassy had five, Terry Williams four, Mary Arnold two. Several were co-leads. And the album included three instrumentals.

Rogers produced the album himself.

The Ballad of Calico came in an expensive package, designed to look like an old-time scrapbook, with a parchment libretto inside featuring Murphey’s hand-written song lyrics and sepia-toned photos of the group in period costumes. Not a speck of color in the entire set.

It was, to be sure, a gamble. And Warner Brothers – which knew when to hold ‘em, and when to fold ‘em – walked away after the lone single (the Vassy-sung “School Teacher”) failed, and the album itself rose no higher than No. 118 on the Billboard chart.

After The Ballad of Calico, the group soldiered on via MGM, under the imprint Jolly Rogers Records. There would be no hits there, either, and Kenny Rogers and the First Edition ceased to be in 1975.

That was the very year Murphey scored his first hit as an artist with “Wildfire,” a song he and Cansler had composed during their writing sessions for The Ballad of Calico.

Never issued on CD, The Ballad of Calico has taken on a mythic reputation over the years.

This Oral History of the project began in late 2019. Kenny Rogers, who was known to have a fondness for Calico, had agreed to participate … and sadly, that interview never came to pass.

We spoke with Cansler, Murphey (now professionally known as Michael Martin Murphey), Williams, Arnold (now known as Mary Arnold Miller), Glaser Sound Studios chief engineer Claude Hill and Rogers’ longtime manager Ken Kragen.

RIP Kenny Rogers, Mickey Jones, Kin Vassy and Ken Kragen.

The beginning

Murphey: I’m kind of a perpetual tourist. I love to go through state parks, and stop and look at historical markers. And I went up to see this little town, Calico. I just fell in love with the whole story of the place. It seemed to be such a paradigm, if you will, of American life. Our boom and bust mentality. You hear about some gold in California, and everybody gets in a wagon and goes out there. Or there are oil strikes in Texas, and then everybody goes to Texas.

Cansler: We had both been staff writers at Screen Gems, and after my contract ran out we stayed in touch, and by that time I’d started working with the First Edition. Kenny and I went all the way back to Houston. They had just recorded ‘Ruby’ – we always called it ‘Rudy’ – when Kenny and I were starting to hang out together. I was hired to do the string arrangements for some of their album cuts; it was a natural progression that when they decided to go live with an orchestra, they hired me to do it.

Murphey: I tended to get hired a lot at Knott’s Berry Farm, and Walter Knott had a little re-creation of Calico out there. And I saw the need for there to be possibly a musical written about Calico that could be performed at Knott’s Berry Farm. I took it to the powers that be, and they laughed me out the door.

I was on a salary to write at Screen Gems, so I said, I’m just gonna write it anyway. I got some of the tourist booklets that they handed out there, and I did a little research in the UCLA library.

Cansler: Murphey played ‘Calico Silver’ for me, and explained what research he had done, and I just went totally nuts on it.

Murphey: I started thinking I may be out of my pay grade here when it comes to arranging this stuff. So Larry said ‘Why don’t we just co-write these songs together?’ I’d already written quite a bit of stuff, so we went ahead and finished out a lot of it. We split the songwriting credits – he took the credit for the melodies, and I took the credit for the lyrics. But the truth is, sometimes I’d write a melody, and he’d give me an idea for a lyric.

Cansler: I brought Murph into a session with Kenny and the gang, and had him sing ‘Calico Silver.’ And we explained the concept – sort of like the Spoon River Anthology, where we’d go in and tell certain facets of the story, and basically create the life and death of a ghost town. And Kenny and Terry Williams both went ‘Bingo! Let’s do it.’ So at that point Murph and I really got serious about it. He took me out to the ghost town, and we walked around and studied the history for a long time. And basically just started sketching everything out.

Williams: They came up to Toronto where we were doing our TV show, played the songs and pitched us the idea of the album. I don’t think Murph or Larry ever intended for any of those songs to be commercially viable. They were telling a story, a true story about individuals who lived and died in Calico, and the town itself.

Murphey: I researched all the incredible characters who lived there, and the animals like Dorsey, the mail-carrying dog. He was an absolute hero of an animal in the 19th century. And Madame de Lil, who was a madam.

Cansler: Murph and I were going around Boot Hill out there at Calico. And there’s quite a few of the graves that had a little headstone, but no name. And that just blew us away. So that’s where ‘Write Me Down’ came from; we just expanded it, with the vocal chorus that we put in, to being the whole town: ‘Don’t forget that I existed.’

Vachel Carling was made up. But Sally Grey, and most of the names, we took from gravestones. The story of Madame de Lil was part of the record. That actually happened. And Dorsey the dog. But like anything else, you take a poetic license.

Kragen: Those two guys, I thought, wrote something exceptional. I remember driving up to Calico and going through the place, in the spirit of the idea … I felt like it should be a film. But that wasn’t our orientation in those days.

Murphey: Kenny Rogers felt like he was viewed as way too commercial. Truth is, that was his power. The guy was an incredible genius at picking songs that were likely to be hits. Critics were always trashing him for being shallow. And the big thing back then was singer/songwriters, which he was not. He didn’t write much on his own. He said ‘I want an exclusive on this while you guys finish it up. I want to be the first person to record all this stuff.’

Miller: I had no idea what a concept album was at that point. Kenny would say ‘Just don’t worry about it; we’re just playing these characters in this thing that Michael has written.’

Cansler: Once we realized that we had a green light to actually put together a project, then Murphey and I approached it from a totally different point of view. Now it was ‘How are we going to do this?’ ‘What stories can we string together?’ We combined stories. We combined characters. It wasn’t a documentary – we were just trying to catch the spirit, the loneliness of what it must have been like to be in an austere setting like that. Trying to paint a musical picture of that.

The sessions

Williams: It was two weeks in Nashville at the Glaser Brothers Studio. It was kind of like a film – we recorded it out of sequence. There were unbelievable moments in the recording itself. During ‘Dorsey, the Mail-Carrying Dog’ there was a breakdown section, and we did this bark-bark-woof-woof around one mic, in a circular pattern. We could see each other doing it, and at the very end we just cracked up. And we ended up keeping that on the album, because it was just the spirit of the group to begin with.

Cansler: The most incredible musical two weeks I’ve ever had in my life. This amazing synergistic energy came out of everybody. We were at the Glaser Brothers night and day. Everybody in the First Edition was a great singer, and a great musician, and something happened – they caught the spirit of it.

Williams: I was usually the only one playing an instrument on our albums. Kenny, Mickey and the other guys did not. But on Calico, the group played everything. Did all the rhythm tracks. Larry Cansler played the keyboards. It was a magical time.

Murphey: They were a good band. Those guys were always on the road. And the more you play live, the better you get. Terry was a good guitar player – you could throw anything out to him, he could mess around with the settings on his electric guitar and come up with any kind of sound.

Hill: Kenny played both upright bass and Fender precision bass; Mickey played all the drums but only sang in the group parts. Kin Vassy had the best-sounding Gibson Dove I ever heard. It was a ’67 or ’68 model. And everybody played at the same time. The great pedal steel on ‘Trigger Happy Kid,’ that’s Doyle Grisham, who was the steel player for the Glaser Brothers.

Miller: Murph would show up in a camper. We would be in the Holiday Inn, and he’d be out in the parking lot. He would just bring more songs. We had a great relationship with the studio – we’d go in and cut as much as we wanted. We’d just do it all day. And we learned the songs at the studio.

Cansler: With my background as a musical director, I knew that you’ve got to have variety, or people will just tune out. It’s as simple as ‘do an up tune, then do a ballad.’ You just break things up. One of my favorite cuts is just Murph playing the guitar on that ‘Rocking Chair’ song. If you put that in any other album, it’d be “What the hell is that?” But after a big symphony piece, and then some screamin’ rock ‘n’ roll, that little thing just works.

Williams: The piece called ‘Rocking Chair,’ Murphey played the guitar on. We could not find a rocking chair that sounded good until we found the studio chair, the producer’s chair. Which was all chrome and leather. But it squeaked perfect.

Hill: We had a real harpsichord, a mini-Moog synthesizer and an electronic organ that had sound effects on it. That’s the source of the background sounds on ‘Vachel Carling’s Rubilator’ – the rubilator itself, that’s Kyle Lehning playing that thing. We did that with several overdubs.

Murphey: I tried to write songs in all genres. That’s just the kind of songwriter I am. And if I got a melody in my head that was an R&B tune, that’s what I would write. I feel like you can use different styles and different genres of music to express something … like ‘Madam de Lil and Diabolical Bill’ is a really good, almost kind of a Rolling Stones track. I wanted that ‘bad boy’ sound. But then when I wrote ‘Sally Grey,’ I didn’t even want a pop sound. I just wanted something that sounded very hymn-like. Very gospel.

Kenny Rogers (1972): “We sing the actual epitaph that is on her tombstone. That organ at the end symbolizes the casket being lowered into the ground. When it was originally recorded, I sang part of the Lord’s Prayer under the organ, but we cut that because it was too strong.”

Miller: We would go in, rehearse, and everybody would just be on their part. We just knew where we sang. So the things that Kin sang were definitely songs that Kin should do. Terry could kill a ballad. And Kenny was just Kenny. You could see which songs he was supposed to do.

Williams: I was always the high part, Mary was always underneath me, Kin always sang his part … in this case, it was kind of the same thing. I remember songs that seemed right for different singers. Kin had a powerful lead vocal, so his stuff was very powerful. Kenny was more commercial, a little bit more subdued, and he did his growls and things like that. I got stuff like ‘Dorsey, the Mail-Carrying Dog’ and ‘Road Agent’ and ‘Old Mohave Highway.’ Mary, of course got ‘Madame de Lil’ and ‘Sally Grey’ because she was the chick!

Murphey: And of course when you have Kin Vassy in the band, Good Lord you’ve got to write some blues songs for that voice. That guy was one of the best blues vocalists I have ever met in my life. Kenny was a great blues singer too – we became friends; I would go over to his house and we would listen to five or six Ray Charles albums in a row. And he would try to sing it exactly the way Ray sang it.

Hill: We used each voice, and each combination of voices, for the betterment of the overall record. On ‘Sally Grey,’ I used two tracks for Mary’s voice – we had 16 tracks to work with – and her vocal parts overlap each other. And on the ‘Dorsey’ thing, it goes and goes and it cold-stops. You put on the next record, at the beginning, at it goes the carrying dog. And ends it. There are other things like that, to try to make it a work, not just a collection of songs

Miller: We would record, and then we’d run out to our cars, and they would play it over the radio for us so we could hear it over the radio, and what need to be fixed and stuff. And there was a genuine excitement about doing this album. We were just so proud of what we were doing.

Cansler: At some point, Kenny wasn’t there for a couple of days while we were rehearsing songs, and somebody just took the lead on it.

Murphey: It was Kenny Rogers and the First Edition. It wasn’t just Kenny Rogers. All the other members of the band had a lot of say on it.

Miller: I don’t think any of us thought ‘What is this going to be?’ There were more and more songs, and it just kept going on and on.

Kenny Rogers (1978): “The process of producing The Ballad of Calico kept my adrenaline flowing for much of the eight months I worked on it. Every night I lay awake thinking of fresh ways to approach a song or solve a technical or musical problem.”

Murphey: I think what people missed about Kenny Rogers was that he was a brilliant producer. And that’s a whole separate talent. He had a mind that could keep a lot of things going at once. He was a multi-tasker. I believe that album was made on a 16-track machine, and it took a heck of a producer to handle all that. And Kenny was in the studio at all times. The guy never left the studio.

Williams: At the very end, we needed the sound of wind, and we couldn’t find anything in sound effects that made sense to us. So Mickey went out into the studio and did it with his mouth. Cupped his hands in front of his face and did the wind.

Cansler: We cut the basic tracks and the vocals, then we came out to L.A. and I added the orchestras.

Williams: Kenny had gone back to Los Angeles to start to put together the orchestral sessions, and we were finishing up in Nashville. Claude and I mixed the album, and edited it into sequence. And we’d never heard it in sequence before. I called the group over, and we just sat down and blasted this thing, at ear-crushing levels in a dark room. And it was an experience of a lifetime to hear it in sequence – the story being told. It was like watching a movie, and it all made sense.

Hill: Kin had brought some incredible marijuana back from a trip he’d made to Denver. They rolled a couple, and everybody took a hit or two and we played the record. Including me – but I was down to all I had to do was push two buttons. We finished at one or two in the morning and continued partying. There was some wine and high-end munchies. When we finished, the sun was coming up, and we all went over to the Holiday Inn and had breakfast at a big, round table. Maybe a dozen people. Everybody else in there was businessmen and politicians, and there we were in the middle of that, having a very large time.

Everybody loved it. I boxed the tapes up and shipped them to Warner Brothers.

The finale

Miller: We’re all so proud of that album. It was probably one of the best that we ever did, and we had no idea what we were doing at the time – but we had so much fun doing it.

Williams: We consider it as close to a masterpiece as we ever came, that’s for sure.

Kragen: I always felt it was one of their best projects, in that it had a lot of unusual and experimental things going on. But the timing was wrong, and it was not a commercial success. I remember feeling ‘Gee, if this had come a long a little sooner, it would have been a big hit.’

Miller: We would do things and move on. It wasn’t like everyone was going ‘Oh, I hope Calico is a hit …’ It wasn’t like that at all. At the shoot we did, where they had us dressed up in all those old costumes and that stuff, that’s the most I ever thought about it.

Williams: ‘School Teacher’ was released as a single, but it just never hooked up. I don’t know why. I thought that was a really strong record. It might have been because Kin Vassy sang the lead on it and it wasn’t Kenny. Maybe they missed Kenny. I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t because none of them were good enough. It was just that it didn’t ring that commercial bell for the country, I guess.

Murphey: Vassy was never really happy with the fact that Kenny took so much of the lead on the First Edition songs, maybe that’s why he left. I kept up with him over the years; he became a songwriter in Nashville and kept a little bit of a career going.

Cansler: It always comes down to a record company putting down some cash.

Kragen: We had a feeling at the time that Warners wasn’t fully behind it. But that’s what happens when you have a lack of success with a product that you really believe in – you have a tendency to look around for excuses and reasons.

Murphey: Warner Brothers didn’t want to do double albums. They were expensive to produce and manufacture, and hard to market because you had to charge twice as much. I think if The Ballad of Calico had been compressed onto a CD today, and manufacturing costs were as low as they are today, it would have been a monster hit.

Cansler: It still holds up. Ninety percent of the music on the album works. And you can’t say that for everything these days. Kin Vassy’s performance. Terry Williams on ‘Road Agent.’ Mary’s solo on ‘Sally Grey.’ Everybody had their moments. And Kenny still sang the opening and closing themes, and just nailed it. He set the mood.

Murphey: The enthusiasm for everybody to do this was mainly driven by Kenny, who really loved Western history, and really loved California being a Western state. He knew he was going in the direction that spoke to him in his soul. About who he was and where he wanted to go.

When he accepted the Country Music Hall of Fame award, when he was inducted, the only thing he wanted thrown up behind him on the screen was the Ballad of Calico album.

Kenny Rogers (1999): “There were high hopes that it would be revolutionary, and that it would do something wonderful. It wasn’t as big a success as some of the other albums, but there’s something satisfying about doing good product. And saying  ‘A lot of you don’t know about it, but those who do, love it.’”

Don Henley and Kenny Rogers

@1999

It may have seemed as if the Eagles were always there, burst spontaneously from the forehead of Zeus (or from Asylum Records founder David Geffen) during the summer of 1972, when “Take it Easy,” “Witchy Woman” and “Peaceful Easy Feeling” had the airwaves in a vice grip.

No, of course not. As much as Don Henley and Glenn Frey seemed like omnipotent singer/songwriters right out of the box, they too had to grow up out of the limelight.

Frey came from the Midwest, and he arrived in Los Angeles as part of a duo with J.D. Souther called Longbranch Pennywhistle. They were signed to Jimmy Bowen’s vanity label, Amos Records, and recorded an album there in 1970.

Don Henley’s group had been called Felicity when it was playing lean, mean “southern country rock” around East Texas, but when Henley and his chums (a group that included steel guitarist extraordinaire Al Perkins, and future Warner Brothers Nashville head Jim Ed Norman) got to the L.A. studio to cut their debut, the name had become Shiloh. Henley was the band’s singing drummer.

Shiloh made one self-titled album for Amos (Shiloh, Amos 7015). It tanked, as did the one by Longbranch Pennywhistle, and soon Henley and Frey were backing Linda Ronstadt at the Palomino, and by ’72 they were soaring as Eagles.

Psst: Kenny Rogers produced the Shiloh album.

 

Gilmer, your hometown in Texas, and Shiloh’s home base of Linden aren’t all that close to Houston, where Kenny Rogers came from. What was Shiloh’s connection to him?

We met Kenny in a clothing boutique in Dallas in the spring of 1969. He was on tour with the First Edition. He had begun to look for groups to produce so he checked us out, and evidently formed the opinion that we had some potential.

Of course, being fellow Texans didn’t hurt, we had a regional and cultural connection. After the initial meeting, we kept in touch with him by phone for about a year until we joined him in California to do some recording.

 

How was he in the studio, in what I assume was your first studio experience?

Kenny was amiable and enthusiastic in the studio. We had a very small budget and none of the members of Shiloh, including myself, had really developed as songwriters, but we did the best we could under the circumstances.

Although I was not satisfied with the final product, it was a learning experience for me, as well as a stepping stone to bigger and better things. I remain grateful for the opportunity.

 

Kenny has said he “returned your publishing” when the album wasn’t successful. Was there a money deal involved or did he just “cut you loose”?

Kenny was remarkably fair with me when things didn’t turn out as well as everyone had hoped. He did return my publishing to me, no strings attached, but of course those songs were not, and still are not, worth anything.

As I recall, Kenny also helped facilitate my release from Amos Records, although in the end David Geffen bought out my contract (as well as Glenn Frey’s and J.D. Souther’s) for a relatively modest sum.

 

Was Kenny Rogers a mentor, a pain in the ass or just a blip in the road for you? How do you look back on that time?

Kenny was certainly a mentor for me and the fact that our paths crossed, even for a relatively brief span of time, has made an immeasurable difference in my life.

One can always speculate and get into the endless cycle of “What ifs,” but all I know is what actually happened.

Had we not had the connection with Kenny, my buddies and I might never have worked up the nerve to pack up our little trailer and head west. Even though great success did not come to Shiloh under Kenny’s wing, his efforts on our behalf did set us on paths that were ultimately successful. I have a lot of respect for Kenny, and I will always appreciate what he did for me.

Sleeve notes: Rosebud ‘Discoballs – A Tribute to Pink Floyd’

Written for Collector’s Choice Music, @2008

The identity of the beguiling vocalist Miss X may never be known, but this smoking Eurodisco tribute to Pink Floyd, cut in 1977, featured some of the most prominent names in the French musician’s union — including a future Oscar winner.

Rosebud was never a real group, of course, but the creative, cohesive sound of Discoballs didn’t just happen organically in the studio. Nor was it anonymous.

Long before he won the Academy Award for his 1996 score to Anthony Minghella’s The English Patient, composer Gabriel Yared was an in–demand arranger and orchestrator. Discoballs was one of his more successful projects in this era (the Lebanon–born Yared would, shortly, go on to write the music for Jean–Luc Goddard’s Every Man For Himself, and Jean–Jacques Beineix’ Betty Blue, for which he won several prestigious French cinema awards).

Yared eventually became one of moviedom’s most popular continental composers; his other best-known works include The Talented Mr. Ripley, City of Angels, Cold Mountain, The Lover and The Next Best Thing.

Although Alain Puglia and Thierry Perret — collectively calling themselves ARENA — were given production credit, session guitarist Claude Engel believes they were merely the project’s financial backers. Engel, who was among the studio musicians assembled at Paris’ Le studio de la Grande Armée, remembers Yared both arranging and producing the eight Rosebud dance–a–thons.

Engel and Rosebud bassist Jannick Top had spent much of the 1970s performing with Magma, the French progressive rock outfit founded and fronted by eccentric drummer/composer Christian Vander. Saxophonist Alain Hatot had played on a string of Elton John albums, including Honky Chateau, Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Only the Piano Player and Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.

Andre Sitbon and Jean Schultheis were top session drummers; Schultheis, also a pianist, would later have a second career as a singer/songwriter (“Confidence pour Confidence”).

And Georges Rodi, whose Polymoog and ARP synthesizer solos and fills give Discoballs a bubbling river of hot blood to sail on, has collaborated and performed with Yared over the years, on a number of film projects.

“I have a love of composing for dance choreography,” Yared said later. “More so than for cinema, this medium satisfies my needs to compose for the illusion, the imagination.”

Of course, illusion and imagination were key elements in the production of disco music, which by 1977 had wrapped its labyrinthine arms around Europe and was snaking its way into the workaday American psyche — ’77 was the year of Saturday Night Fever, when throbbing, pulsating, high-energy dance music became more than just the province of big–city clubs. That year, disco became a blue-collar phenomenon.

Everybody, it seemed, got into the act. The Rolling Stones, Paul McCartney and even the Grateful Dead issued full–throb disco records; even Ethel Merman trotted out “There’s No Business Like Show Business” and the rest of her Broadway chestnuts for high-energy runs ’round the dancefloor.

In ’77, though, it was unlikely that the canonized Pink Floyd, then riding high on the success of the Animals album, would be next in line at the disco (“Another Brick in the Wall,” with its uptempo, staccato guitar–driven backbeat, wouldn’t come along until 1980).

Enter Gabriel Yared and Rosebud.

Rosebud’s adrenalized take on Roger Waters’ “Have a Cigar” was, improbably, an enormous hit on both sides of the Atlantic. To this day, the 12-inch single mix is prized by collectors and considered a high-water mark for nascent electronica (interestingly, the track’s most prominent feature is Engel’s rippling lead guitar, which he says was made up in the studio, during the session).

“Money,” too, was a club smash. In 1977, this Dark Side of the Moon track was, to the average radio listener, probably Pink Floyd’s best–known song.

Dancers the world over doubtless had a ball singing “Goody Goody Goody Bullshit!” along with Miss X as they tripped the strobe light fantastic to Rodi’s wobbly synthesizer lead, Yared’s clavichord runs and Engel’s serpentine guitar chords.

Early Floyd, in the form of Syd Barrett’s psychedelic pop masterpiece “Arnold Layne,” got a heavy duty funk workout from Rosebud – the closest thing to a straight-ahead pop song on Discoballs, it features a fierce and frenetic sax solo by Hatot, and Stevie Wonder-esque electric piano from Rodi.

Perhaps the most fascinating cut on Discoballs is its closer, the “Main Theme” from the film More (co– written by Waters, David Gilmour, Nick Mason and Richard Wright).

Here, Yared displays his burgeoning talent for arranging disparate musical elements – in this case, a funk beat, a lengthy melodic solo, world–music vocalizing and windy sound effects – into a beautifully cohesive, and cinematic, whole.

Cinematic? Clearly, he was thinking ahead.

Discoballs is more than a time capsule, more than state-of-the-art Eurodisco, circa 1977, and more than some quirky little blip on the map of passing Pink Floyd ephemera.

It’s both a starting point and a compass for one of the most lauded musical talents of a generation.

And hey! You can dance to it!

Out of Office: ‘The West Wing’ says goodbye

@2006 Scripps Newspapers

Talk about life imitating art imitating life. On Sunday’s episode of The West Wing, President Josiah Bartlet leaves office after two successful terms, turning over the keys to the Oval Office to the new guy, President–elect Matt Santos.

It’s also the end of the lease for The West Wing itself, winner of 34 Emmys, and one of the most critically lauded TV dramas of the past 25 years.

Cast and crew shot Sunday’s final scene March 30 on the West Wing set in Los Angeles. After seven seasons locked inside America’s most famous address, it was time to throw open the doors.

“We stayed up all night for the last shot, which was extraordinary,” says Allison Janney, four–time Emmy winner for her portrayal of press secretary C.J. Cregg (the character was promoted to Chief of Staff in 2005), in a phone interview. “Around midnight, the lobby of the West Wing area was just packed with tons of actors and people. We were all there as the president says goodbye to his staff for the last time. We stood there and clapped for half an hour.”

Veteran actor Martin Sheen, as Bartlet, had become a father figure to his castmates — much as the president had been to the White House staff. For Bradley Whitford, an Emmy winner as Deputy Chief of Staff Josh Lyman, “It was tremendously disorienting and sad. It’s like leaving a cult — an unprecedented volume of intimacy and camaraderie.”

West Wing creator and writer Aaron Sorkin and producer Thomas Schlamme, who’d left the series after the fourth season, returned for the group hug and ensuing wrap party. “I think the show ended at the right time,” adds Whitford, interviewed separately.

“It was such a special experience for all of us who worked on it, and you don’t want to pull the taffy too thin on these things. You get into years eight and nine and you’re feeding the beast, and people could start to not care as much as they should.”

Pressure cooker

Sorkin’s rapid–fire dialogue sometimes made The West Wing seem more like a reality show than a scripted drama. Politically savvy and smart, the series leavened the stentorian scenarios with healthy doses of humor.

Once you got to know the characters, you understood that the humor was the way they blew off steam during their profoundly difficult days inside the pressure cooker of American government.

“Aaron never set out to feed everybody their civic vegetables,” Whitford says. “We didn’t do this so we could teach America what was right and what was wrong.”

Whitford, whose character left the White House to manage Santos’ presidential campaign in the sixth season, says that “Aaron assumes the audience is as smart and funny as he is. He’s trying to entertain himself.”

It was a tightrope, Janney says, that could be hard to walk. “Aaron writes in this incredible rhythm,” she explains. “Every word, every punctuation mark was put there for a reason. “So if we added an extra ‘uh,’ we had to go back and re–shoot because it wrecked the rhythm of it. That drove people crazy sometimes. But it was worth it when we got it.”

Moving forward

Janney and Whitford are immeasurably proud to have The West Wing on their resumes. “The greatest thing was that the passion for doing this show never dipped,” Whitford says. “For seven years, we got to do a show that was not humiliating and not about a semen–splattered corpse.”

Janney says she still feels as if the show is on hiatus. The idea of no more C.J. Cregg, she says, is “mind–boggling. I feel very spoiled, too, like ‘Is it ever going to be as good as this again?’ “What am I possibly going to do that’s going to fulfill me and satisfy me and challenge me as much as The West Wing did?”

Dear John

Life at The West Wing was rocked in December with the death of actor John Spencer, whose Leo McGarry had been a keystone since the very first episode (as Chief of Staff for six seasons, followed by his resignation to run for vice president alongside Matt Santos, played by Jimmy Smits).

“Everything was kind of put into perspective when we lost John, and that makes the end of a TV show feel pretty puny,” says Whitford.

Spencer, a longtime stage actor, also won an Emmy for The West Wing.

“The weight and gravitas that John had about being an actor was the same that he gave to Leo, and that’s what was so great about him,” Janney offers.

“He had an unbelievable respect for the craft of acting and how you go about it. “You wouldn’t find him on the gag reel much — he was very hard on himself, and worked so hard, and would know his lines better than anybody. He’d be so happy if he did a great take, and would always be so appreciative of other people’s acting.”

Spencer, Janney says, shared her disinterest in political matters; they were simply actors reading lines of written dialogue. “I felt like John got me, and I got him,” she laughs. “Brad and Richard (Schiff, as director of communications Toby Ziegler) are so incredibly bright and politically minded, and can talk for hours about politics.

“John and I would just look at each other … with our eyes going around in circles. And we’d talk about some actor we’d seen on Broadway that we loved.”

Champagne Soul: A toast to the 5th Dimension

© 2000

Florence LaRue remembers when Frank Sinatra presented her group, the 5th Dimension, with a gold record for their album Stoned Soul Picnic. “We were performing with him at Caesar’s Palace, and the people wanted him to present it to us onstage,” she says. “But they were afraid to ask him! Because of his reputation.”

Florence said don’t be silly, I’ll ask him. As the record company bigwigs trembled at the very thought of the famously touchy Sinatra, she walked down the hall to the great man’s dressing room. “And I asked him, and he said ‘Of course!’” Sinatra even stayed around to pose for pictures with the 5th Dimension and their award. She has one on the wall of her office, Sinatra in his tuxedo, the group members resplendent in their multi–colored stage uniforms.

“He was always very warm and loving,” LaRue says. “He would always come to me before the show with a kiss on the cheek, and say ‘Have a good show.’ He was really a wonderful man.”

Much more than just a ’60s pop act with a handful of good jukebox records, the 5th Dimension worked hard and paid attention during that era of innovation and breathlessness, and blossomed in the ’70s. Here’s a group that brought together young and old, black and white, pop and jazz, great songwriting and Top 40. They were showbiz, but they were hip, too. And they made a pussycat out of Sinatra, who liked them so much they became his permanent opening act. He toured the world with them, featured them on his TV specials and never forgot to give Florence that nightly good–luck smooch.

The 5th Dimension was one of the more distinctive vocal harmony groups to emerge in the post–Beach Boys ’60s, when harmony groups had to be innovative or die lamely trying. They had full use of some of the best songwriters, including Jimmy Webb and Laura Nyro, a great arranger, a great producer. A supportive record label, and most of the top Los Angeles session musicians, who loved to straddle the 5th Dimension fence between pure pop and rhythm ‘n’ blues music.

The group had major hits, including “Up, Up and Away,” “Wedding Bell Blues,” “One Less Bell to Answer,” and “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In,” which was one of the biggest singles of the year 1969. How big? It spent more weeks at Number One (six) than the Beatles’ “Get Back” OR the Rolling Stones’ “Honky Tonk Women.”

The group’s early success could only have come in the 1960s, when radio was not nearly as rigid as it would eventually become. For a singing group that utilized elements of Broadway, Tin Pan Alley, Motown and rock ‘n’ roll to succeed, the entertainment palette—not just radio, but TV outlets like The Ed Sullivan Show and Hollywood Palace—had to be open to a rainbow of different styles, approaches and colors.

The 5th Dimension had that old show business necessity, dazzle, that made them look like good, clean fun to Mom and Dad. They had an act that carried them, most successfully, into the mid ’70s where they were contemporaries of the Carpenters, Chicago and the Captain & Tennille.

Mostly, the 5th Dimension were five terrific voices. Lamonte McLemore, Ron Townson, Billy Davis Jr., Marilyn McCoo and Florence LaRue each had his or her own preferred style of music, so each voice contributed something different.

“The reason the voices worked so well together was because they were from different musical backgrounds,” Townson believes. “Florence and Marilyn were pop, Billy was R ‘n’ B and gospel, Lamonte had a hint of jazz, and I was classical and spiritual. This was a mixture and it blended just perfectly.”

Lamonte McLemore is central to the story of the 5th Dimension. He was born in St. Louis and, as a kid, hated everything but baseball. “I wanted to play ball more than anything else in the world,” McLemore says, “and I was so poor growing up that I saved all my money and bought this Marty Marion shortstop glove. I got it at night, and the next day I was knockin’ on all the kids’ doors. And it was a monsoon; it was raining so hard the kids said ‘Are you crazy?’ I didn’t care about the rain.”

One day Lamonte’s grandmother, exasperated, asked him to name the three things he loved; after baseball, there was really nothing else, so he thought fast and told her, um, photography and music. “I hated singing with a passion,” he laughs. “My folks used to beat me because I wouldn’t join the church choir. All I wanted to do was play baseball and be a gangster.”

(Eventually, he did become a photographer—he was the first black staff shooter for Harper’s Bazaar—and he was signed to the Los Angeles Dodgers system as an AA league pitcher.)

But music, ironically, was to be his life’s work. Back home in St. Louis, teenage Lamonte was recruited to sing bass in a streetcorner group, and that attracted girls. He figured OK, I really didn’t lie to my grandmother after all.

Once he was in L.A., years later, taking pictures and throwing pitches, it was natural for him to figure out how to assemble a group.

That would be the HiFis, a pop/jazz quartet that included (briefly) Ron Townson, a singing friend from St. Louis, and a 19–year–old UCLA business major named Marilyn McCoo, the daughter of two prominent physicians. McLemore had photographed the Miss Bronze California Pageant in 1964, when Marilyn won the talent segment and the title of “Miss Congeniality.”

Although she worked briefly as a social caseworker in L.A., McCoo had a four–octave range, and she had designs on a career as a pop diva. “I did not want to sing in a group,” she says. “I just did not want the hassle.”

Marilyn had debuted on TV’s “Spotlight on the Young” at age 15, and had appeared on the Art Linkletter show. She also modeled for Lamonte’s fashion layouts.

Lamonte persuaded her that “it’ll just be a hobby” and Marilyn joined the HiFis. She fully intended to become a solo, though. Group singing, McCoo, thought, was “fun” and harmless.

During a magazine photo shoot, Lamonte mentioned to Ray Charles that he, the photographer, had a group, would Mr. Charles care to check it out?

Charles said sure, son, let’s hear what you’ve got, and the HiFis dutifully auditioned; impressed, Brother Ray put them on the bill as part of the Ray Charles Revue. They toured the country, and quit the show six months later following a money dispute.

Charles produced a single, “Lonesome Mood,” with the group re–named the Vocals for the occasion. It was released on his own label, Tangerine Records.

McLemore says Charles was fun to be around. “When he comes in, they always hand him something, a book or something just to hold,” he recalls. “We were getting ready to sing, and he had this book, and it was upside down. So we couldn’t hardly sing, we were about to laugh.

“Then he turned the book around, and we all were kinda astonished: Wait a minute….”

By this time, Townson had already left the HiFis. A classically trained vocalist, he had sung with the St. Louis Municipal Opera and the Celestial Choir back home.

Ron’s family was in the catering business. One night at a job at the Los Angeles home of singer Dorothy Dandridge, Ron—in his white catering uniform—was recognized by party guest Nat “King” Cole, a family friend from St. Louis. Cole asked him to sing for Dandridge and her visitors, and after Ron reluctantly agreed he was hired to go on the road with both Dandridge and Cole. Dandridge got him into the chorus for the 1959 movie version of Porgy and Bess.

Townson was a pop singer, too—he’d joined the Penguins after “Earth Angel,” and provided the background on Ed Townsend’s 1958 hit “For Your Love.” Undecided about which direction he wanted to pursue, he was in and out of the HiFis several times.

The HiFis became the Versatiles in 1965 with the addition of Florence LaRue, who took the talent prize in the Miss Bronze California pageant that year (she sang “April in Paris,” impressing judge Eartha Kitt, Florence says, because she did it entirely in French). Florence had received her teaching certificate from Cal State, and was working at Grant Elementary School in Hollywood.

Then Townson was persuaded to come back for good, and the final ingredient was, ironically, another chum from the same St. Louis high school. Billy Davis Jr. had a heck of a voice; he could wail like Otis Redding and plead like Levi Stubbs of the Four Tops. Billy, who’d fronted several groups in Missouri and had even cut a couple of singles (on the Epsom label), had his sights set on a career in rhythm ‘n’ blues and had already auditioned for Motown in L.A. He was, they assured him, “on the waiting list.”

The group members chose their new moniker because their music was a versatile mix of Motown, jazz and other styles. Even Marilyn, who’d kept insisting she was on her way to a solo career, had to admit this group was special. Everyone took it seriously, and showed up for rehearsal on time, and that was the sort of thing that impressed her.

Lamonte hustled the Versatiles’ tapes all around Hollywood, and he spent a good deal of time at the L.A. offices of Motown Records. The group really wanted to be on Motown, home to their heroes.

Everyone at every label said his tape was nice, but they didn’t hear any hits. Lamonte even flew to Detroit, and Berry Gordy personally told him the same thing.

Marc Gordon, a young executive in Motown’s L.A. offices, was one of the Versatiles’ biggest fans, and he left the label not long after Lamonte’s empty–handed return from Detroit. He became the group’s manager, and promised them big things.

Soon, Gordon introduced the singers to their unlikely svengali: pop singer Johnny Rivers, who had just been given his own imprint label by Liberty Records. Rivers was looking for acts to sign and produce on Soul City. “I liked the way they looked, their personalities,” Rivers later recalled. “They presented themselves really well. They were nice people, they had a good vibe about them.”

Rivers produced “I’ll Be Loving You Forever,” the Versatiles’ 1966 debut on Soul City, but after it failed to chart he and Gordon started to re–think the group’s style. The single was very heavily R&B–influenced (in fact, it’s almost a direct steal from the Four Tops); Rivers decided to put the spotlight on his quintet’s incredible harmonies and turn them, he told his engineer Bones Howe, into a “black Mamas and Papas.”

First, the name had to go. The Versatiles, in 1967, was squaresville.

It was, by all accounts, Ron Townson and his wife, Bobette, who dreamed up “The 5th Dimension,” because there were five people in the group.

“The label said they needed a hipper name,” Florence remembers. “We liked that, because there is no fifth dimension. We’ll make the fifth dimension our dimension of sound.”

Rivers sent them to a trendy L.A. clothier for some groovy threads. “Instead of mohair suits and patent leather shoes,” he said. “No black groups were doing that at the time.”

“It was nice to meet Johnny Rivers but, you know, we weren’t really into his music that much,” says Marilyn. “‘Poor Side of Town’ was nice.

“He brought us this song called ‘Go Where You Wanna Go’ by this group called the Mamas and Papas. It was pop; it wasn’t what we liked, but he said ‘I know it can be a hit record. And we felt like ‘we need a hit; we’re got gonna stand on ceremony and say no, we won’t record that. The man’s ready to put the money behind us and all.’ So we went into the studio and recorded it, and we thought it was kinda lame.”

Lamonte: “At first, I thought it was too white. I didn’t understand what we were doing ’cause they got that Mamas and Papas song. I said ‘Aw, man …. I don’t know what this is, but I’ll go along with the program.’”

He remembers that the Mamas and Papas came down to the studio, “glad the little black group was getting off the ground … then we got to be bigger than them, and we didn’t see ‘em no more.”

In February of ’67, as “Go Where You Wanna Go” nudged into the Top 20, the 5th Dimension began recording their first album, Up, Up and Away, with Rivers at the the helm. The title song came from one of Soul City’s contract songwriters, Jimmy Webb. He’d played it for the group during a rehearsal, when Rivers was out of the country. Rivers came home to find the song arranged, rehearsed and all but recorded.

By July, “Up, Up and Away” had reached the Number 7 slot in the United States; the album—which included four other Jimmy Webb songs—hit Number 8 in August and went gold.

“I was still working as a youth job developer in Watts when the single hit,” Marilyn says. “I remember thinking that if I could make $400 a month, I could pay my rent and take care of the bills, and have a little left over.”

America had a thing for “Up, Up and Away”; in January ’68, it took four Grammys, including Song of the Year, Record of the Year, Best Contemporary Single and Best Performance by a Vocal Group. A competing version by the Johnny Mann Singers won for Best Performance By a Chorus.

Florence: “It’s really a Cinderella story, because normally when groups get together, you rehearse and sing around town for years before being discovered. We were only together a year or so when we recorded ‘Go Where You Wanna Go,’ and we changed the name.”

After the first album, Rivers and the group mutually decided they needed another producer. Engineer Bones Howe—who’d produced hits for the Association and the Turtles—got the nod. Rivers had finished one track, a cover of the Beatles’ “Ticket to Ride,” and for financial reasons (Soul City couldn’t afford to toss it out) it got tacked onto the end of The Magic Garden, a song cycle of Jimmy Webb compositions, each telling part of the story of his recent divorce (the album was later re–titled The Worst That Could Happen after one of its songs became a huge hit for another group, the Brooklyn Bridge).

“Jimmy,”says Howe, “was going through a major depression. I would have to go get him up out of bed and drag him to the studio. He was writing the tunes almost as we were recording them.” Webb’s “Carpet Man” and “Paper Cup” put the 5th back onto the Top 40. Several years later, “The Girls’ Song”—the only upbeat track on the album—would become a hit extract from The 5th Dimension Greatest Hits.

Billy Davis wasn’t entirely sure he liked his group’s pop sound. However, “When we were coming up we were told look, if you get something good going, don’t try to stop it. Just go with it, because you never know what God’s got in store for you.”

Howe then brought in arranger Bob Alcivar, who had worked with the New Christy Minstrels and the Association. His most famous records had been with the Sandpipers (“Come Saturday Morning”).

Alcivar, who’d sung in a vocal ensemble of his own (the Signatures), was instructed to listen carefully to the 5th Dimension’s two albums to see what they were capable of.

“When I first started with them, they were at a certain level,” Alcivar recalls. “Jimmy had been coaching and teaching them. They had been singing mostly his songs. I took on the role of vocal group person, if you will. Harmonies and parts. Jimmy did beautiful things, but he stayed away from five–part harmony. I got into that.”

Alcivar applied his magic to the songs that would become the group’s third album, Stoned Soul Picnic, released in August ’68. The technique was established: After Bones cut the rhythm tracks, and sweetened them with strings or brass, the 5th Dimension would learn Alcivar’s complicated arrangements, then come into the studio and sing them. Then the quintet would overdub the whole thing again to get a “fuller” sound. Often they overdubbed just four bars of music at a time.

“The group loved doing that, and it just got easier and easier,” says Alcivar. “They began to understand what the relationship was between parts, and so forth. And as we recorded, as they heard playbacks, they really understood where I was going.”

The first hurdle Alcivar faced when he joined the “family” was song selection. “It was kind of a problem after ‘Up, Up and Away,’ because they couldn’t continue doing that kind of song,” he explains. “Although lots of writers and publishers thought they could, and most of the material that came to them was that kind of thing—flying kites and all that kind of thing. Everybody was writing balloon songs, suddenly. They wanted to get heavier than that.

“They liked the notes I wrote, the arrangements I wrote, and I enjoyed working with them. So it was just a question of finding the right songwriter.”

At that point, manager David Geffen brought Bones a demo tape of his prize client, Laura Nyro. She’d had a hit LP on Verve, and her first Columbia album was yet to be released. The 5th quickly added Nyro to their “stable” of songwriters, and her “Sweet Blindness” and “Stoned Soul Picnic” became the group’s first non–Webb–composed hits.

After that, they scored with “California Soul,” a sort of psychedelic R&B song written by Nicholas Ashford and Valerie Simpson.

“That very diversity,” Alcivar notes, “kind of makes up for a bland sound.”

“Some of the songs we would not have chosen,” remembers Florence, “like ‘Sweet Blindness’ and ‘Stoned Soul Picnic,’ had it not been for Bones Howe’s wonderful ear. Because we were more R’n’B, and he brought these little songs to us that were very pop. And we really didn’t hear them.

“And his productions were awesome. He was flawless, and sometimes we would spend hours and hours just trying to get a couple of notes in tune.”

As he became integrated into the 5th Dimension family, Howe immediately began to notice that the public perception of the group did not entirely match the way they saw themselves. “The problem was that they were getting so much publicity about being quote–unquote white,” the producer recalls. “And they hated that. I can understand how they hated it; they wanted to be accepted in the black R&B community.

“Unfortunately, as one R&B promoter once said to me, ‘They make too much money to be R&B singers.’ Billy wanted to be Wilson Pickett, but he wasn’t. With enough hard knocks, he maybe could’ve made it as an R&B singer, because he came out of that world. But the rest of the group didn’t. Marilyn graduated from UCLA. Her father was a doctor. This is a completely middle class group, with the exception of Lamonte and Billy.

“But there was always this pressure, because wherever they would go out and work blacks would give them pressure about being too white. And the pressure was always on me to make R&B records.”

Billy: “We took a lot of criticism, but it was all right, because I felt like we were opening up new ground. We were pioneers. We were just putting it out the way that we felt it, and the way that we wanted to sing it.”

Marilyn’s reaction was even sharper. “We weren’t thinking that it was a ‘white’ sound,” she says, “it was a ‘different’ sound. We were putting some interesting harmonics in there. When people started accusing us of betraying our blackness, we got angry. I still bristle at that today.

“I told people then, I did not grow up in a church, singing gospel music. And the kind of music I heard around the house when I was growing up happened to be pop music. It was the kind of stuff my parents listened to.”

Each 5th Dimension album project began with “listening sessions,” with songs and ideas pitched in by everyone. Once it was decided which songs the group was going to record, Alcivar would head home and draw up vocal charts. “We all sat around and listened to the tunes and voted on them,” Townson recalls. “And when Jimmy Webb was writing for us, everything that Jimmy wrote we just jumped on it. The same thing with Laura Nyro.”

Alcivar and Howe, along with Bill Holman, arranged the backing tracks for the studio musicians.

Marilyn: “I don’t know how much advance preparation Bob and Bones would go through, but I do know that once we got into the studio it was a group–oriented project, consisting of Bones, Bob and the group.”

“Remember,” says Howe, “they were touring all the time. They would come into town for 10 days. Starting with Stoned Soul Picnic, those records were all made in pieces. They were always on the road. They were very, very hard–working.

“They would come back to town and I would have them for two weeks. In the afternoon for a few hours.”

The group had its biggest year in 1969. They were so busy with tour commitments and TV appearances that Bones was forced to record their vocals for the album The Age of Aquarius in the afternoons at tiny United Recording in Las Vegas (during yet another stand at Caesar’s with Sinatra), all the while cutting the backing tracks at Wally Heider’s back in L.A.

Hair was all the rage that year—the “American Tribal Love–Rock Musical,” with its rough language, onstage nudity and songs about drug use and homosexuality, peaked the national curiosity. Suddenly, hippies were fashionable—the free love–espousing, draft card–burning hippies of Hair, anyway, who existed only on the Broadway stage under costume, wig and makeup, and who sang gloriously sweet and non–threatening hippie–like pop songs. Middle America could deal with that.

And deal with it they did—Three Dog Night had a smash with “Easy to Be Hard,” one of the emotional highlights of Hair, and the title song was a hit for the singing Cowsill family. “Good Morning Starshine” turned a singer named Oliver into a star (briefly).

But the biggest prize of all went to the 5th Dimension, who made the play’s opening song, “Aquarius,” their own. No one who hears this song today thinks of Ronnie Dyson, who sang it passionately on the Broadway stage. They think of Marilyn and Florence and the starry–eyed optimism of 1969.

“From the first time the group heard the song, we felt like it fit us,” Marilyn says. “We were all at the play, and we all slipped out when we heard it, and we got together at intermission—because we were sitting in different places in the theater—and we were all saying ‘We’ve got to record that song.’”

They brought the idea to Bones, who told them point–blank, it’s been done, it’s somebody else’s song, forget it. Alcivar said “Aquarius” was a “downer.” But the five singers insisted.

Finally, Bones agreed to cut “Aquarius” only if they’d let him join it with something else from Hair—by itself, it was simply too short. He got hooked on a section of “The Flesh Failures,” the show–closer, and assigned Alcivar the unenviable task of making them fit together. It was, Alcivar remembers, a nightmare, as the section—”Let the Sunshine In”—was in a lower key, and you never want to go to a lower key, only higher …

The 5th Dimension’s “Aquarius” single was uplifting, almost spiritual in nature, and it ruled the airwaves in those early months of 1969.

One reason the single felt like a gospel wake–up call was Billy’s scat–singing, imploring the listener to “let it shine” and to “sing along,” over the finale. Unlike the carefully crafted vocals and the Vulcan mind–meld between the two original songs, this part of the record was an accident. “We were doing the background parts, and Billy just started singing over them,” Howe recalls. “I said ‘Hold on, Billy! We’ll put that on a separate track. That’s fantastic.’ He was just kind of clowning around as everyone was singing. And he got to do his R&B thing.”

According to Florence, “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” was the fastest recording they ever made, they all loved it so much and were so enthusiastic about it.

Released in January of ’69, “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” flew to No. 1 in March and began its six–week stay. While it was there, the album The Age of Aquarius was released …. It spent 72 weeks on Billboard’s album chart, reaching No. 2 and earning the 5th Dimension a second gold LP award (after Up, Up and Away, their debut).

The Age of Aquarius represented the high–water mark for the 5th Dimension—during 1969 they appeared on TV specials with Woody Allen and Frank Sinatra, they were repeat guests on Ed Sullivan’s variety show, and the album’s “Workin’ On a Groovy Thing” (a favorite of Florence’s, it was a Neil Sedaka composition) became a Top 20 hit.

Laura Nyro’s “Wedding Bell Blues,” also taken from the album, made it all the way to No. 1, where it spent three weeks during August.

“Wedding Bell Blues,” with its unforgettable lament “Bill! I love you so, I always will” was on a Nyro album, not intended for the 5th Dimension. It was Bones who thought it would be a hoot for the group to record it with Marilyn taking the lead—because, as everyone in the 5th Dimension camp knew, Billy and Marilyn were an item, and had been for some time.

“She used to pick me up to take me to rehearsals,” Billy remembers. “We would talk a lot about life and things, and people, just general conversation.

“And as we talked, we found out that we had a lot in common. We talked the same language. It was wonderful. We became such great friends … we weren’t looking at each other as far as boyfriend or girlfriend, or whatever.”

Davis says he had always been “the life of the party,” but when Marilyn was around, all he did was talk to her. “To this day, that still goes on.”

Their relationship stayed platonic for the longest time, he relates. “All of a sudden, we started looking at each other onstage, and we looked different to each other. And I would say to myself ‘No, that couldn’t be happening.

“Then I noticed that she was getting in the middle of my business with some of the girls that I was going with. She didn’t like this one, and she didn’t like that one. And I didn’t like that guy, because he wasn’t treating you right. It was that kind of stuff.

“And before we knew it, we were hooked up ourselves and couldn’t believe it. I think we even tried to fight it, but it wouldn’t go away.”

Billy Davis Jr. and Marilyn McCoo were married on July 26, 1969, and in September, Florence LaRue married the 5th Dimension’s manager Marc Gordon.

It wouldn’t be long before these two camps—the seats of power within the organization—would be bitterly opposed.

Still, the group finished 1969 on top of the world. The “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” single was the biggest seller of that year, and was awarded Grammys for Record of the Year and Best Contemporary Vocal Performance by a Group.

Soon after The Age of Aquarius, Soul City went out of business. For a while, Gordon was in negotiations with Clive Davis at Columbia Records, but the group’s contract eventually went to Bell Records, a subsidiary of Columbia Pictures (no relation).

The first Bell album, Portrait, was released in the spring of 1970, almost simultaneously with Greatest Hits, a last gasp from Soul City.

Portrait was advanced by an innovative new single, “The Declaration,” a literal reading of the Declaration of Independence, set to stirring music from the Broadway play Bread, Beans & Things. It was a Double A–sided single, paired with a medley of Sam Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come” and the Young Rascals’ “People Got to Be Free.”

Clearly intended to reach for the same star as “Aquarius”—inspirational messages in medley form, from a hip, hit show—”The Declaration” missed the American Top 40.

The melody was composed by Julius Johnsen and Rene De Knight. De Knight was a longtime member of the 5th Dimension camp—he had been a friend of Florence’s, and was responsible for arranging the songs in their live shows, which included more than their hit singles. In concert, they covered hits of the day, novelty songs, standards and many things they’d never recorded in a studio. De Knight was the man.

He changed their early, Motown–ish harmonies, Florence says, and introduced “the jazz element.” De Knight, she explains, “brought in class and discipline.”

Says Ron Townson: “Rene was with a group called the Delta Rhythm Boys, that used to tour with Duke Ellington’s orchestra all the time. So he had a sense of the sound he wanted. He took the sounds from the Delta Rhythm Boys and created the 5th Dimension sound.”

(Fascinating quote from Rene De Knight in a 1967 issue of Ebony magazine: “The 5th Dimension is unique because it is the first Negro group to come along and reverse the rend of Caucasians singing Negro material. This is the way Negro singers are going to have to go. The time of singing ‘I love you, baby’ is rapidly passing.”)

Certainly change was in the air. It was around the turn of the decade; middle America was becoming more aware of black culture and the notion of equality in everyday life, segregation of public schools had ended, and the 5th Dimension sure didn’t sound like any of the ultra–hip black rhythm ‘n’ blues or soul groups around at the time.

“Tell me how you can color a sound?” asks Ron Townson. “If you can color a sound, then that’s the sound we’ll sing. We called it champagne soul. We were all different voices and we can’t help the way our voices came out. God gave us those voices.

“We didn’t try to put on anything; we didn’t try to sing like rhythm ‘n’ blues, we didn’t try to sing like gospel. It was God’s gift that each one of us had a different type of voice, and that’s the sound that came out when it blended together.”

Lamonte, who had complained that the group’s blossoming sound was “too white” back in the “Go Where You Wanna Go” days, remembers when black members of the student body at California’s Valpariso College had picketed the school’s concert–booking policy, choosing “too many white acts.”

“So they said OK, they’d get somebody. And they got us. And the black people said ‘Well, this ain’t representative of what we’re asking for at all.” The students, Lamonte heard, only knew “Up, Up and Away.”

Gordon bought up blocks of tickets and had them distributed to black students—”and they came back and thanked us, with tears in their eyes,” Lamonte says.

In October, the U.S. State Department paid for a 5th Dimension tour of Eastern Europe, where American musical stars, black, white or green, were in short supply. The group performed in Poland, Romania, Czechoslovakia and even in Turkey. They were, everyone remembers, treated like kings and queens.

The Nixon administration took a shine to the 5th Dimension—this might have contributed, actually, to the group’s lack of cachet with the rock ‘n’ roll audience—and the quintet appeared at the Nixon White House in 1972.

Laura Nyro’s “Save the Country” and Neil Sedaka’s “Puppet Man” were also issued as singles from Portrait, but neither tore up the chart. In August, a newly–recorded single, “On the Beach (In the Summertime)” was released and didn’t do much either.

(Ironically, these were probably the strongest 5th Dimension singles, melodically and in terms of performance, since “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In.”)

Earlier in the year, the group had guest–starred on Robert Wagner’s TV drama It Takes a Thief. The episode (“To Sing a Song of Murder”), which was little more than a 60–minute promo for Portrait, featured the 5th in the recording studio, with Bones, recording “Puppet Man” and Marilyn’s solo from the album, the Bacharach/David song “One Less Bell to Answer.” In fact, the episode even suggested some romantic interplay between Wagner’s character, Al Mundy, and Marilyn.

“One Less Bell to Answer” was the key song in It Takes a Thief. A bomb was rigged to explode, taking out the president of a third–world nation, when its final chord came over the radio.

In the fall, long after Portrait had seemingly worn out its welcome, “One Less Bell to Answer” began getting serious airplay. Howe remembers it all started on a tiny Middle–of–the–Road FM station in California, “where nobody ever called in for anything. And suddenly they were getting all these calls, every time they played ‘One Less Bell to Answer.’”

Bell issued it as a fourth single, and by mid–December it was No. 2 in the nation, behind George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord.”

After “One Less Bell to Answer,” almost all the 5th Dimension singles issued by Bell featured Marilyn McCoo on lead vocals. At first, the group went along with it, but within two or three years, the decision was not sitting well. Instead of being a celebratory moment in time, “One Less Bell to Answer” was the beginning of the end.

“With any group,” points out Bob Alcivar, “you reach a point where you say well, what do we do now? We’ve gone this far … how many different ways can you write a chord?”

The group’s next single, the sinewy smooth “Love’s Lines, Angles and Rhymes” appeared in the spring of 1971, and despite its unwieldy title and somewhat ridiculous concept (love as a mathematical equation) it was a Top 20 hit. Marilyn’s vocal was sublime and sexy.

At the end of the year, Bell issued The Fifth Dimension—Live, a double album recorded at an unspecified location. Featuring many of Rene De Knight’s longtime arrangements of stage favorites such as “Ode to Billie Joe,” “Mac Arthur Park” and “Shake Your Tambourine,” the album—with orchestra conducted by Bob Alcivar—attempted to showcase each of the group members’ vocal talents, and stressed their harmony work.

“Rene understood how to put together an entertaining live show,” Marilyn says. “And that was one of the reasons why we worked so much, because our shows were hot. It was high energy, and we had interesting charts.”

However, the single issued was a re–make of the pop ballad “Never My Love,” which Alcivar had originally arranged for the Association back in ’67. The single featured Marilyn on a smoky lead vocal, with the others barely audible in the rear, backing her up.

And “Never My Love” wasn’t even a live recording; the group and Howe cut it in a studio and dubbed on the audience sounds and applause.

The single made it to No. 12; the Live album barely registered.

In 1971, the Ed Sullivan Show dedicated a lengthy segment to the 5th Dimension’s fifth anniversary. Ed even rolled out a really big cake with a “5″ on top.

To promote the Love’s Lines, Angles and Rhymes album, the group starred in a TV special, The 5th Dimension Traveling Sunshine Show. Ron got to sing an operatic aria, the others got solos, and Dionne Warwick, the Carpenters and even Merle Haggard appeared as guest stars.

It was, however, clear that Marilyn was being looked upon as the standout star of the quintet.

By now, tensions were mounting inside the 5th Dimension camp. After all their years of hard work, the group had turned into Marilyn McCoo and her backing singers.

According to Howe, who worked with the label’s promotion people to pick the singles, there usually wasn’t much choice: It was Marilyn or nothing. “Ronald had this kind of operatic tenor voice, and it was always hard finding things for him to sing,” he says. “He was always pushing to sing something.

“They were always finding people whose songs they wanted to record, and there are a few of them scattered through the various albums. Ninety–nine percent of production is psychiatric manipulation. I would’ve traded ‘Last Night I Didn’t Get to Sleep’ for another piece of junk that’s on that album. I had to trade songs with them, and I gladly did it because my concern was getting hit singles, and getting three or four of them on an album, so we could sell some albums.

“They were constantly coming at me with these weak R&B songs. If you go through the albums, you’ll find them. They’re in there, interwoven, they’re cut number five on side two.”

Says Marilyn: “After ‘One Less Bell’ came out, people started coming to me and saying ‘When are you leaving the group?’ But by then, I wasn’t planning to leave. I had no reason to. I was not chomping at the bit to leave the group.”

The 5th Dimension’s final big singles appeared in 1972; “Last Night I Didn’t Get to Sleep At All” and “If I Could Reach You” were more Marilyn solos. The group members were angry and frustrated, while the money-changers at Bell Records were happy with their cash cow.

“At first, they weren’t supposed to do that.” Billy says. “That was the agreement amongst all of us that that wasn’t going to happen. So when they started doing that, it was like any other company: They started wearing the voice out. They’ll wear it out until it doesn’t happen any more, instead of turning it around, re–creating with somebody else.

“Doing the same thing the Temptations would do—they’d switch the leads, so people weren’t getting tired of that one sound.”

“Billy was furious that Marilyn was getting all these hits,” Howe recalls. “I was really under the gun. They’d call me to these meetings, and they would just rake me over the coals because Billy wanted hit singles. He was the lead singer, you know, and I started recording Marilyn.

“I remember him saying to me ‘If you keep sticking songs out there by the same girl, she’s bound to get a hit.’ He was married to her at the time! Well, I knew I had a good thing, and I kept saying to them look, it’s not Marilyn McCoo & the 5th Dimension, it’s the 5th Dimension! But I would go to the concerts and I would see them go nuts when she’d come out onstage.

“So I was frantically trying to do everything I could to keep everybody else happy, so that Marilyn could continue to have hit singles. And if you look at the string of singles, starting with ‘Wedding Bell Blues’ they’re all her.”

The Individually and Collectively album (1973) attempted to patch some of the damage by giving each of the five singers a solo. Even though included “Last Night,” “If I Could Reach You” and the quintet’s bravura rendition of Laura Nyro’s “Black Patch,” it was their least successful album since The Magic Garden.

“The time came when there was more focus on ‘What’s my song going to be?’ and ‘What do I get to do?’ and less on the group,” Marilyn recalls. “It was getting to be so stressful I was taking Valium to go to rehearsal.”

Bones: “I knew that Ronald was unhappy because he wanted to sing lead, and Florence felt she was being passed over … there was a lot of sizzling inside the group that I wasn’t party to, because I wasn’t in the dressing room when they were on the road.”

There were two strong camps: Billy and Marilyn, and Marc and Florence. Everybody had their own ideas about what would be best for the group, but after a while no one could squeeze a hit out of any of them. The friction, by 1974, was almost unbearable.

“And of course, music was changing,” Marilyn reflects. “Billy and I really wanted to incorporate the new musical sounds into the 5th Dimension sound.

“And not everybody was feeling that way. Some members felt like ‘Hey, our sound has worked, why would we change it now?’ And we were saying well, if we don’t change it, we’re gonna get left behind.”

The gas gauge was perilously close to Empty in 1973, as the 5th Dimension aligned themselves, somewhat reluctantly, with the big–budget Hollywood remake of the film Lost Horizon. Their recording of Bacharach/David’s “Living Together, Growing Together”—dreadful song, soulless record—was a chart stiff and something of a coffin nail (it did not, pointedly, feature Marilyn, or anyone else, on lead vocals). Howe says Columbia Pictures—which owned their label—forced them to record the songs from the movie.

Says Billy: “Everything comes to an end, I don’t care what it is. The most consistent thing in all of our lives is change. And sooner or later that’s gonna happen.”

For the 5th Dimension, the end came in 1975. The blame was placed on Bones Howe, and halfway through the Soul & Inspiration album he was fired; he subsequently produced Tom Waits on Asylum Records. Bell Records morphed into Arista, and the group’s contract was negotiated over to ABC.

Jimmy Webb, who by then had forged a successful recording career of his own, was persuaded to produce the group’s first ABC album, Earthbound. At the group’s specific request, it was a deeply–felt R&B record.

The life, however, was gone. Doomed to failure, Earthbound got no radio play and did not produce a hit single.

Six months before its release, Billy and Marilyn told Marc Gordon they were leaving to try a career as a singing husband–and–wife duo. They were persuaded to stay, finish the album and keep a lid on it until Earthbound had run its course.

When the break came, it was not pretty. Billy and Marilyn did not talk to the others for half a year.

“I felt really bad about it,” Marilyn says. “We used to joke about how 50 years from then we were going to be rolling around onstage, singing ‘Up Up and Away’ in our wheelchairs. Because we really planned on being together.”

Florence: “I felt many things. I was angry, and I was confused. I was trying to be happy for them. And at the time I was also young and immature.”

Today, she believes, “I think Marilyn and I have become closer than we were when she was in the group. We’ve both grown up, and gotten closer to the Lord, and matured a bit.” Florence and Marc are no longer married.

Billy and Marilyn, recording on ABC, took “You Don’t Have to Be a Star (To Be in My Show)” to Number One in 1976 and registered two or three more hits before settling into the cabaret circuit, where they remain, quite comfortably, to this day. Most recently, the twosome toured the country in a review of Duke Ellington songs.

Marilyn hosted TV’s Solid Gold in the early ’80s, and her 1993 album of inspirational music, The Me Nobody Knows, was nominated for a Grammy. She and Billy are active and outspoken on Christian issues.

Florence, Ron and Lamonte recruited new members and continued to record as the 5th Dimension on several labels throughout the ’70s. They toured as the stars of a roadshow production of Fats Waller’s Ain’t Misbehavin.’

They released The 5th Dimension In the House, a hip–hop record with updates of “Puppet Man” and “Stoned Soul Picnic,” in 1995 on Dick Clark’s Click Records label. Although Ron has semi–retired, the others perform on a regular basis.

The final tally: Twenty Top 20 singles, three Number Ones (“Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” and “Wedding Bell Blues”), five gold albums and a legacy of sublime sounds, a blending of voice and spirit that could not be duplicated today, when most of the breath of innovation has been squeezed from an act long before it gets near a recording studio.

“Aquarius” enjoyed a renaissance after it was included on the Forrest Gump soundtrack; typically, it then found another new life as a commercial for Burger King.

(One of the most interesting 5th Dimension records to see the light of day, a CD single of “Aquarius” featuring five distinct remixes, appeared on Gump‘s coattails in 1994. By far, the strangest was the “LSD Flashback Mix,” which clocked in at 12:18.)

In 1997, the group was finally given a proper retrospective, the two–CD Up, Up and Away: The Definitive Collection on Arista.

No one has forgotten how great they were, how pure and joyful and harmonious they blended in that original Age of Aquarius. It’s best that way. Once or twice a year, all five get together to sing as The Original 5th Dimension. They’ve been doing the reunion shows since 1991.

“I enjoy to this day to get up and do all of those songs, because it’s a part of my history,” Billy says. “I still feel the same joy that I felt during the first 10 years of the group. It’s a magic that happens.”

“I didn’t think it would ever happen,” Marilyn says. “Well, you grow up, and you start to see the world as it is. We were friends; we had some wonderful experiences together. We have a history here.”

(Rest in Peace Ron Townson 1933-2001)