The entry to Soundsations looks like many other stores
Flying To L.A.
My wife suggested that I should stay overnight after work in Greenville, SC, where I was flying out of in the pre-dawn hours instead of from my local (tiny) Asheville airport. Flying out of Greenville instead of Asheville would save me hundreds of dollars in ticket costs, but I would need to drive the sixty or seventy miles to Greenville from home in the dead of night to have sufficient time before my 6:00 am flight. Harsh. She then had an even better idea: she would also take vacation on Thursday and Friday and come with me to Greenville. Okay then! She left for Greenville after work and I already work at least a third of the distance to that city so she met me there. We had a nice Airbnb five minutes away from Greenville-Spartanburg airport, and we ate dinner at The Mad Cuban in nearby Simpsonville, which we had discovered near Greenville last January. I rose at 3:45 to prepare for my flight. If I had left from home I would have been up at 1:30.
My flight out to L. A. was as pleasant as air travel can be in the hellscape we now inhabit. I had a two hour layover in Atlanta where I ate breakfast and got my connecting flight. The lady and her daughter I sat next to was good company on the flight as we actually chatted with one another. I arrived at LAX by 11:30 EST with chasinvictoria having gotten there just 30 minutes earlier. Since Mr. Ware would not arrive for another four hours, we had decided to investigate a store we had never been to before. Mark Moerman had provided a list of his favorite stores and he mentioned that Soundsations Records near LAX was worth the trip. We could go there and while away a few hours while waiting for Mr. Ware’s flight. We picked up our rental and got down to the dirty business of really experiencing L.A. – from behind the wheel of a car!
Americanus Recordus Vendtoritum
Ozzy vs Kraftwerk?
We easily found the store after parking right in front of it… for free [!] we looked around for eats. Nearby was a good coffee house where a nice sandwich could be found. Fortified, we hit the store on the other end of the block. As soon as we walked in my heart was gladdened by the Kraftwerk “Man Machine” poster in the flip rack. A great sign! We hit the CD bins and at first, I was not seeing too much of interest. Chasinvictoria hit the Bowie section first and then was all over some Doctor Who seasons on DVD a that were selling for chump change compared to what he was used to. I was simply shocked that he didn’t already own them!
Sweet promo swag!
I did not buy this on sight – am I ill in the head?
I appreciated the decor more than the contents, at first. You don’t find the die-cut energy dome poster for DEVO‘s “Live” EP every day! Speaking of DEVO …Gott Im Himmel!!! Up in the t-shirt area hanging from the ceiling was the finest possible black DEVO tee with the “Duty Now For The Future” cover art on it. Stunning!! And at only $20 it was undoubtedly bootleg merchandise. I have indulged a few times on such shirts in the past, like my Bowie ”Heroes” tee which has enhanced my life for 25 years. Particularly most of those years when a legit shirt of that design simply didn’t exist. But for some stupid reason, I didn’t act on my impulse. Why, momma, why?
chasinvictoria poses with 45 RPM Man
Once I moved to the hip hop and r+b bins, I finally found pay dirt. Even though I am the Post-Punk Monk, man does not live by [white] bread alone. I was gladdened by the appearance of one of the two early Bootsy Collins solo CDs I did not have. “Player Of The Year” was perhaps his finest solo hour, and I only had that on LP for years. I could now hear the amazing “Roto-Rooter” any time I wished. A CD would be far more advantageous! I next looked in hip hop for any CDs by The Coup. My wife and I were very impressed by the movie “Sorry To Bother You” and I thought that Boots Riley had made the film I had been waiting 30 years to see. As I began to look into this guy, I could not believe that I had never even heard of The Coup. My wife had been sampling their music and it needed to enter the Record Cell in all due haste. She is currently stuck on “The Magic Clap” from the “Sorry To Bother You” album, but the only CD on the place was “Steal This Disc,” so I bought that any way.
Not Post-Punk but… YOW! We NEED this!
Then the Prince motherlode was struck! Cheap and vital copies of “For You,” “Controversy,” “Around The World In A Day,” “Parade,” ” Sign O’The Times,” and “The Love Symbol” were duly acquired; going a long way towards completing my Warner Brothers run of the purple one’s reign. I used to have the USP 12” from “Controversy” [and wish that I still did…] but have waited a staggering [and pathetic] 38 years to buy a copy of this album!!!! Additionally, I found a promo copy of Bowie’s recent stand-alone “Thin White Duke” show from Nassau Coliseum. I was glad to see that decoupled from the insanely priced “stationtostation” DLX RM box. Nine CDs for about $50. A small, but appreciated splash. We next decamped back to LAX to pick up our good friend Mr. Ware.
We drove to LAX and collected him, then we went to home base. It was in the Santa Monica area in a nice neighborhood. Pretty much where I was hatched. The accommodations were spacious and well appointed with three beds in a good space. We had decided to buy food for breakfast to save time as much as money. Driving anywhere in the city was time-consuming. Our place was waking distance to a Trader Joes, so we looked and found a poke restaurant nearby. I had not had this cuisine before [I opted for vegetarian style], but it was delicious and easy on the budget. A not inconsiderable factor when doing an L.A. record crawl! Afterward we got breakfast food and walked back to the guest house. The twilight air was cool and refreshing.
It was then time to take Mr. Ware to rehearsal. The studios were not far away in Culver City, and we arrived at the appointed time. This was a new wrinkle for yours truly. As I only enjoy and do not make music, I had never visited such a place. We entered and met the rest of the fine folks who would be playing the songs from the tribute album live. Bob Gaulke was there with his partner Peri Mason. Bob played guitar and Peri was a singer. Warren Bowman I had previously met. He was vocals and ukulele. Ken Heaton was another familiar face from Ron-Kon I. He was on guitar. The bass player was a new guy: Cary Berger. He was the guy who coordinated the accoutrements such as booking the show and the rehearsal studio. The drummer was tall gent named Jim McGrath who had drummed with Berger before. He was the only one there [besides Peri] who had not been friends with Ron. Mark Moerman was flying in the next night, so he would not be there this evening.
L-R: Peri Mason, Ken Heaton, Warren Bowman, Cary Berger
By now, I had been awake for nearly 24 hours, so I struggled to stay alert in the close quartered room. It was pretty warm with ten people in there. Fortunately, Cary had booked the large studio, which was not at all dingy, as I’d imagined a typical rehearsal studio to be. The musicians would be playing six of the songs from the tribute album, with an additional tune getting an airing. Ron had told anyone who would listen over the years which song he specifically wanted played at any wake he might have have. It was a Cream deep cut I had never heard of. As a white boy listening to FM Rock for the ’78-80 period, there were only three Cream songs played on such stations in ’78-’79: “Tales Of Brave Ulysses,” “White Room,” and “Sunshine Of My Love.” Thankfully, there was a video performance of the best Cream song, “I Feel Free,” so I saw it on MTV years after my dalliance with what would quickly become called Classic Rock radio. The song Ron had specifically requested in this situation was called “Doing That Scrapyard Thing.”
Drummer Jim McGrath and prime mover Bob Gaulke
Since I had not yet gotten a copy of the CD which got released after the DL of “The Record Man,” I was hearing the tribute songs for the first time as the musicians were hashing out the arrangements. They moved pretty quickly and the material was all pretty much quirky, pop shot through with enough unexpected arrangement ideas to reflect Ron’s left-of-center bearing. The songs were gelling very quickly. Well, they had to! There was only five hours to lock these bad boys down. I was impressed at the wonderful vocal harmonies that Peri and Warren were singing. They dovetailed beautifully.
Mr. Ware in his natural environment
As chasinvictoria and I were there to accompany Mr. Ware, we just sat there listening until someone [Peri?] got the bright idea of enlisting one of us to perform the song “Today’s List.” Ken Heaton had written perhaps the song most directly redolent of Ron in that he made a simple groove for the album and had a recitation over the top consisting of one of Ron’s many hundreds of emails that we all received on a weekly basis; outlining the almost maddeningly diverse musical acquisitions of that weekend. For the first time ever I was at a mic with a band behind me. Do not get used to this! As I had never heard the backing track before, it was extremely improvisational and I used my “announcer voice.” Yessss! Finally a legitimate reason for me to do so!
After midnight, we helped break down and said our goodbyes for the evening. Ron may have been kind of odd, but he surrounded himself with really great people. Bob Gaulke was a few years younger than I was and Ron had truly mentored him from afar by the sound of it. He remarked that meeting all of us was like children learning about dad’s “other family” after he died. Ron liked to compartmentalize, it’s true. We all had pretty much a one-on-one relationship with Ron, whereas I like to mix my friends up and see what results. Bob had financed the CD himself because he felt that he had to do it. At least it was on the Dutch charts due to many of the musicians participating. If Ron had been alive to know this, he would have been [quietly, subtly] eating this all up with a ladle. We got back to the garden house and following a very long day, showered up before bed. This took us into Hour 25 before we finally hit the sack. For about five hours.
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