No moss haiku, part 3

Bill Wyman’s birthday yesterday makes it as good a time as any to get past Stones stuff onto the blog. From the anniversary of the release of a great album.

May 12, 2011, haiku

Exile on Main Street
Released 39 years back
On a dark May day

The Stones were exiled
To France and LA, fleeing
Britain’s back taxes

Music deep in blues
Vocals buried in mixes
Murky, layered, drugged

Country, calypso
And soul sank into the songs
Blurring the picture

Musicians drifted
In and out, heroin shot
Through Keith Richards’ veins

The dissolution
And delays bugged unstoned Stones —
Mick, Bill and Charlie

Despite everything
The beast was corraled, not tamed,
Baffling to many

Dice tumbled, joints were
Ripped, hips shaken, a light shined
And Keith got happy

A time of excess,
Restless music, “more is more”
Captured brilliantly

And the Voice critic
Robert Christgau got it right:
“Fagged-out masterpiece”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_OZpKNxQm0

Another rolling birthday

Almost missed a Stones birthday. Bill Wyman, Oct. 24, 1936. Hard to believe he left the band almost 20 years ago.

Rocker of ages
Bill Wyman, 75,
This October day

Followed bass instincts
Made his own fretless model
Amplifier, too

Decent audition
Joined Stones, December 7th,
1962

Great rhythm section
With Charlie Watts: pulse, heartbeat
Of the classic Stones

Followed base instincts
Scandalously so, bedded
Then wed a young teen

Son from earlier
Once engaged to the mother
Of Wyman’s child bride

But enough weird stuff
Or maybe not — I mean who’d
Quit the Rolling Stones?

But he’s done fine since
Married an adult, more kids,
Own band, Rhythm Kings

Always keeps journal
Wyman’s written several books,
Bio “Stone Alone”

Dig this: Hunts treasure
(You thought Keith was the pirate!)
Metal detective

Wrote movie scores, takes
Fine photos; 2010 had
Own exhibition

Ex-Stones bass player
Bill Wyman, 75,
Gathering no moss

A day of note

Jeff Porter’s birthday
A musician’s musician
Playing them his way

He’s a working stiff
“Just” an American dad
Chasing a dollar

But words from his heart
And music from his fingers
Fill in his story

Singing uncle spun
Melodies, pilot dad traced
Vapor trails for him

Mystery and beauty
Fleeting fame, lasting longings,
Hearts like birds take wing

His down to earth songs
Sketch laugh-out-loud flaws, foibles,
Spankin’-good romance

Magic each Wednesday
Gigs with his pals Bob and Norm
Always some surprise

Folk, rock and reggae
A little country — he can
Sing and play it all

Newest Rainmaker
Helps Bob, Rich, Pat get it right,
Fåvang to St. Cloud

A fine guitarist
Knockout keyboard player, too
That’s our Jeffy Lee

Happy birthday, Jeff
Your fans are blessed to know you
Friends, luckier still

P.S. If you aren’t already familiar with Jeff’s music, you should be. His “15 Miles” CD is available at Amazon and iTunes, ditto the “No Abandon” CD with Bob Walkenhorst, which includes “Hey Bird.” Amazon also has “Norway No Abandon,” a great DVD from Bob and Jeff’s 2010 Norway tour. Jeff’s also the lead guitarist on the Rainmakers’ 2011 release, “25 On.” And come to the Record Bar in Westport almost any Wednesday; Jeff and Bob, usually with Norm, hold court from 7 to 9. Heck, they’ll even let you buy ’em a beer — and I think the above mentioned products usually are available, too, at the sound board.

The best is yet to come

The Rainmakers have a new video out. I thought there might be one or two people reading this who haven’t seen it. So there it is. It’s also a good excuse to post some more semi-related pre-blog stuff. Again, chances are good if you’re reading this you know the Rainmakers were a 1980s and ’90s band from Kansas City that got back together this year, 25 years after their first album, and cut another great album, “25 On,” pretty much in five days. (Get it here: http://tinyurl.com/655s34s.)

Anyway, as I get older it’s inspiring and heartening to see people my age and older doing amazing things, and to feel that I’ve never been quite so alive and capable and creative. Thus, “Old Guys” haiku, from March 16:

Old guys have the chops
Rainmakers “25 On”
Better than ever

Old guys really rock
Neil Young, like a hurricane,
Still blows us away

Old guys have the goods
Neil Young showed the way, out-grunged
Every new grunge band

Old guys have Mojo
Like Tom Petty cranking out
His 15th album

Old guys have the touch
Land a plane on the Hudson?
Sully was no kid

Old guys have vision
Frank Lloyd Wright in his 60s
Dreamed Fallingwater

Old guys have the ear
Janacek wrote his classics
At 70-plus

Old guys kick your ass
Then effortlessly drink you
Under the table

Old guys keep going
They were just born to outlast
Punks and pretenders

Old guys do it all
At least the ones who really
Could in the first place

The only thing that
Really gets old is people
Hung up about age

And here’s a little Rainmakers addendum, from April 13, reference to Hendrix’s saying, “Oh no, I’m out of tune again; well, only cowboys stay in tune.”

“Tuning’s for cowboys,”
Jimi said; Rainmakers say,
“Rehearsing’s for kids”

10-20-50 birthday haiku for TP

Such a skinny guy
To cut such a wide, wide path
Through the world of rock

On a movie set
He met Elvis one fine day
It’s good to be king

On a TV set
Saw the Beatles rock U.S.
Knew what he wanted

Unlike so many
Tom Petty made it come true
Running down a dream

He’s had lots of help
Benmont Tench and Mike Campbell
Always have been there

Fought record labels
Hey, he was born a rebel
And he won’t back down

Once he made his mark
Dylan, Harrison, others
Gladly worked with him

60 million sold
That’s a lot of hearts to break
Wilburys traveled

Classic synthesis
Fusing the Byrds’ chime and twang,
Stone’s rock, Beatles roll

And Heartbreakers are
The great American band
35 years on

What’s your favorite hit?
“Refugee”? “Here Comes My Girl”?
“Even the Losers”?

Maybe “Free Fallling”
“Learning to Fly” or “Down South”
TP, you wreck me

After work I’ll play
‘Em all. Till then, the waiting
Is the hardest part

A bow (bou), a bow (bō), a birthday

Play a birthday tune
For Shinichi Suzuki
Say, “Twinkle, Twinkle”?

Suzuki bowed out,
99, in ’98
His lessons live on

Suzuki grew up
Working father’s factory
Making violins

Taught himself to play
Though father thought performing
Unworthy pursuit

German study trip
Gave him chance to know Einstein
And think bigger thoughts

Bombs of war destroyed
Family violin factory
Poverty threatened

Suzuki worked hard
Taught orphans to play, took one
As son, persevered

He didn’t worry
(Violinists have no frets)
He just kept working

Developed theory
Of Talent Education
For music — and life

Start early, repeat,
Have parents and teachers who
Keep learning, growing

Now youthful millions,
Often playing violin,
Develop themselves

Unlock potential
And appreciate beauty
Of music — and life

Same song, too many verses

Today’s overdose:
Janis Joplin, heroin,
1970

Holding Company
Was holding, and Big Brother
Was not watching you

Psychedelic soul
Southern Comfort powered blues
Raw intensity

As good as she was
Music couldn’t release her
From all her life’s pain

She couldn’t hold on
So take another little
Piece of my heart now

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7JVxE2SYxo