Friday, September 4, 2020

Summer slipped fast away....

 I don't know how many of you have had a summer practically slip through your fingers like it did mine this year but it is a weird phenomenon. I can't remember another like it and although I did manage to keep my days busy I don't think I want to repeat it. Ironically, one day in August I thought of a song I hadn't even heard or sang or had go through my head since I was a little girl! No kidding. It's by Johnny Burnette and I know none of ya'll have ever heard it so it'll be the first time for all of you. As for me, I couldn't get it to stop and ran through my head constantly 'til I thought I was going to seriously lose it. In the end, I chuckled every time because for the first time in my life I understood what Johnny was going through. What do think of that? Have a listen. 

 




Busy, busy, busy...AUGH!




  

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Lovely Day

Some days are just better than others, you know what I mean? If not, here's the soundtrack to it. I had a lovely day and nothing can change that so...






Saturday, May 16, 2020

70s Enigmas



The 70s had a strange effect on soul music in a few instances but produced some very enigmatic music. The offerings with this entry are a few which I think represent a nameless but unmistakable sound which the 70s carried away and have never been repeated. You have to remember that the decade was one where people kept an open mind especially where music was concerned and the influences melded into some powerful concoctions. Have a listen and I think you will understand where I am coming from…



The love I lost, was a sweet love.

The love I lost was complete love.

The love I lost…

I will never, no, no never love again.  [Chorus]



Oh! I can remember planning, building my whole world around you.

And I can remember hoping that you and I could make it on through.

But something went wrong.

We loved each other, we just couldn't get along.

Take a good look at me. I'm in misery, can't you see?



I can't remember nothing, no, no, no,

But the good times we used to share (my love)

I'm so sad and lonely without you my life is so dead.

I'm sorry to say- you go your way and I'll go my way.

It hurts deep inside since the day we said goodbye, but…

 [to Chorus and repeat until fade]

Once a person deciphers the song Strawberry Letter 23 it becomes clear that 23 is never said once. Even if you get all the words it becomes apparent that this song is more about letter 22 and not Strawberry Letter 23. All I can tell you is that this was originally invented by a 17 year old Shuggie Otis who wrote "Strawberry Letter 23" as way to describe his romantic feelings for his girlfriend. When asked, Otis explained that, "the song is about a love letter. The guy and the girl had written each other 22 love letters.” His 23rd letter became the song.

Hello my love, I heard a kiss from you
Red magic satin playing near, too
All through the morning rain I gaze, the sun doesn't shine
Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind

In the garden, I see
West purple shower bells and tea
Orange birds and river cousins
Dressed in green

Pretty music, I hear
So happy and loud
Blue flowers echo
From a cherry cloud

Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Playgrounds will laugh
If you try to ask
"Is it cool?"

If you arrive and don't see me
I'm going to be with my baby
I am free, flying in her arms
Over the sea

Stained window, yellow candy screen
See speakers of kite
With velvet roses diggin'
Freedom flight

  (ooh ooh ooh, etc.)

A present from you
Strawberry letter 22
The music plays
I sit in for a few

As you listen to this one ask yourself this… are the back-up singers saying I’ll Be Good To You or I’d be Delighted? You decide.


I just had to throw this in because I only heard it the other day and I think it should be put in the same genre as these three oldies but goodies. It’s called Malibu and done by Kim Petras, Paris Hilton’s best fiend. (That’s not a typo!) 

The rest of these are just wonderful 70s soul classics. Listen to them and tell me if you think they're special. To me they represent an era encased with rose colored glasses. The best way to remember music! Enjoy! 






Tuesday, April 14, 2020

What is Stronger Than Death ?

Today I heard two ministers being interviewed on the Tamron Hall show- one white inner city preacher and a black minister who were basically right in their assertion that our rights to worship in a place set aside for that purpose superseded our need to physically distance ourselves from each other. I'm not really torn but I believe in doing what our laws decree, especially when they are for our good. One quote from both of these men from the Bible was incorrect. They said, "Life is stronger than death." The Bible says love is stronger than death. Big difference. Have a listen to The The.

Coming at you with the truth !
 

Monday, April 6, 2020

Signs, Predictions and Wonders...

My sister Susan recently brought up some rather dated lyrics from the Gaithers hit song titled, The King is Coming. Was this meant for now? Check it out and tell me what you think. 



     The marketplace is empty,

     No more traffic in the streets;

     All the builders’ tools are silent,

      No more time to harvest wheat.

     Busy housewives cease their labors,

     In the courtroom no debate;

     Work on earth is all suspended,

     As the King comes through the gate.

          O, the King is coming,

          The King is coming,

          I just heard the trumpets sounding,

          And now His face I see.

          O, the King is coming,

          The King is coming,

          Praise God, He’s coming for me!


It made me think of this group, as well. The band was called, The Call 
and the song was called Turn a Blind Eye 


"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust."
Psalm 91:1,2

                    The Castle Lady

 

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Sonix ? Like the Phoenix!

Late night T.V. can sometimes impart some interesting music... I haven't heard any new music like this in decades! Have a listen ! - The Castle Lady




 
 

 


Four minutes of sheer, pure fun! Enjoy ! 

The Castle Lady
 

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Christmas 2019 with the Coles...

This recording made in 1960 was a revelation in Nat's repertoire. No question of his beliefs or his persuasions. Please take note of the words as the title is A Cradle in Bethlehem. I feel this is the best Christmas song still available. This song has been attributed to Nat's brother Freddie but have not found any such recording of his- only Nat sang this song!


Merry Christmas to All !

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Country Drummer Boys

Yee-hah! Listen to this wonderful Christmas tribute which was on CMA's Christmas Special on December third!  Did you see it ? Have a listen...

 Amazing huh ? 



Saturday, October 12, 2019

The Inner Voice




The making of a singer
by Renee Fleming

Penguin Books ISBN 01430 3594 0 paperback
a book review
     I have read many books on music and singing in particular through the years and I’d have to say that this is the first time I have found such a book to be entertaining and informative. Written by the U.S.’ own international lyric soprano, The Inner Voice was published in 2004 without a lot of fanfare and a minimum of publicity. It has taken me quite awhile to sit down with this book which has been tempting me all these years and now I certainly wish that I’d have read it when it first came out. It would certainly have made quite a difference to my approach when I and forty other colleagues baptized Denver’s Ellie Caulkins Opera House back in 2005, shortly after my birthday, with a song extravaganza. Perhaps not the height of my career, necessarily but I found out that the years had left me with my voice better than ever. They say age is just a thing that is mind over matter. Well, I’ve discovered that if you don’t mind, then it doesn’t matter! (Little joke there!)
     Even Renee expounded on a phenomenon that I have known about since I was thirteen years of age and had taken on lessons from Denver’s best vocal coach, Sylvia Bagley. She never changed her approach to building my voice. She was the first to discover that I had a two-octave range already but I needed to build the top register’s muscles and she was the person to get it done. Toward the end of her book Renee speaks of this when she said, “muscle memory is a key aspect of singing.” My first concert at fifteen blew everyone in attendance out of the water. I don’t know how many times I heard, “I had no idea she had a voice like that! She belongs in concert halls and the Opera!” The power of my voice in the higher register didn’t happen overnight, mind you! Only now am I hearing the kind of ausstrahlung and still clear and bell-like tones which we spent so many years perfecting. In Renee’s words on page 41 it came out in one sentence.
     “I’ve finally accepted the fact that singing takes ten minutes to explain and ten years to accomplish.”
     The book’s title is summed up shortly thereafter when she wrote, “I always know to listen to my inner voice where my career is concerned. This intuition along with resilience has been a fundamental anchor of my professional life.”  Expounding further on page 55 she says, “In the end, singing isn’t a science but a highly cultivated, almost perverse use of our natural voices and it requires persistence.” With Sylvia it was simply, “If it hurts, stop it! Try again tomorrow after you have done your exercises.” I don’t remember pain but I became acutely aware of my voice as a part of my physicality and eventually learned to make sure I never injured myself or my voice. It’s possible, I have found, to destroy a voice through abuse and not to know for certain until you simply cannot sing. The vocal chords are the most delicate part of our anatomy and must be treated as such. When someone tells you they are not in good voice- take them at their word.
     In this book, which I will again remind you was published in 2004, Ms. Fleming recounted how during her research she uncovered a study with a major observation that the academies and universities were turning out well-trained performers but were ignoring the fact that there were few places for them to perform. I’m sure this was made according to the comparison of the myriad of venues which are more likely to use performers with lots of onstage experience but lack formal training for their genres. Many don’t require it, in all honesty. I believe this is changing because the music world is beginning to find worth in the classical formal training no matter the genre.
    
As a teenager I was quite enamored of popular music and felt that my attitude as a musician and singer was on the right track. I kept an open mind, no matter the caliber of vocal performance, because I saw worth in every genre of music. I fully appreciated and enjoyed everything on the various radio stations, places where I hung out and especially on television.
     A good portion of this book is Ms. Fleming’s account of the progress of her training, her teachers and coaches and her struggle with obstacles to achieving a better voice. Much of it is surprising and enlightening for anyone who might be considering following in her footsteps. This is one of the reasons that I thought about how this book would’ve served me well many years ago as I struggled with professional identities. I’ve never denied my talents but I have to admit that as you advance in life you start to acclimate and prioritize according to your most desired activities.
     Her personal story is inspiring as well. None of her formidable ambitions stopped her from living a full and normal life. She married quite young and had two daughters during the most crucial portions of her gaining acceptance and professional reputation in the U.S. and international stages. She literally traveled the world very pregnant and went about her professional singing career with integrity and persistence. Divorce did not stop her. Anyone as dedicated, as she became, can take these problems in stride. At the beginning of 2001 she recounts the loss of her greatest professional mentor, Beverley Johnson to disease and the poignant interludes are heart-wrenching and yet still inspirational. This did not surprise me, personally, because I have found that music itself is a kind of balm to life and death which is indomitable.
      Many of her pointers for aspiring singers are priceless:  
     On page 138 she expounds on the mechanics of sustaining a long tone or note with: As soon as any sort of holding occurs as the result of muscular tension, it reveals itself as a glitch in the sound.  If I have to hold a note for a very long time, I imagine it as moving and spinning, for the note has to have life. In a way, a singer actually refreshes a note with every beat that it’s held. Once the hammer hits the string in a piano, there no way to retrieve the tone. There is absolutely nothing the greatest pianist in the world can do to keep that sound from dying away. That’s the nature of the instrument. Like any wind instrument, however, the voice can sustain a tone as long as the breath stays actively engaged.
     (I have proven the verity of that last sentence not just from singing but also with my flute playing which has the added advantage of harmonics which are much higher tones, many of which are higher than any human can sing. I laugh when writers compare the flute to a human voice because there is no way we can imitate those dynamics without a choir of perhaps a hundred singers or more!)
     On page 143 she gives practical advice such as this:
      “I avoid excessive air-conditioning and cold drafts on my head and ears, refrain from unnecessary speaking on performance days and drink little or no alcohol, which dehydrates, the night before a performance…one concession I do make is in taking care with how I use my voice, whether speaking or singing.”
     “Vocal muscles have to be trained consistently for strength, flexibility and stamina, just as an athlete’s would. Alfred Kraus said that one should be able to sing easily for six hours a day, although for me, two or three hours is usually the limit.”
     One strange bit I discovered on page 145 states that “The danger with sopranos- in fact, mostly American sopranos- is that they tend to sing too thickly in the upper middle [the notes at and around the top line of the staff] , and before you know it, the voice has aged, the top is gone, and a wobble is born.. The weight is too much and the voice can’t bloom in the top. It’s a stone column and not the sapling it should be.” (This is a very complicated way of saying that what you most dislike about listening to opera singing is this very phenomenon.) She added that one “Dr. Slavit said the natural aging of the voice is caused by the membranous tissue of the vocal cords changing and becoming less flexible. However, the same treatments that can rejuvenate the skin of our faces can potentially regenerate and nourish the lining tissue on the cords.” Apparently, these women just need some kind of youth serum injection to stop the inevitable. Hmm.
     However, the truth is that I’ve heard Miss America pageant contestants with the same problem. Nothing is odder than hearing this strange throaty sound coming from a young woman. It is an unacceptable sound and yet it is taught and encouraged by vocal teachers and coaches who have no ethics. My personal feeling about this is that these are false voices and eventually using these irritating techniques will ruin what ever voice is actual and true.
     On the next page (146) Renee’s advice in one sentence really states all that needs to be said. Many people try to sing out of their vocal range which is a recipe for disaster. “Never sing on your principal: Never sing to the extreme and be careful about singing to the outer dynamic reaches of your voice.” I couldn’t agree more with that except to add that without a great vocal teacher or coach it isn’t difficult to strain and permanently damage your voice because you forced it to reach where it cannot possibly go.
    
In actual performance the difference will be what material one can actually sing. Renee wrote that a common complaint from the audience is that there are no great dramatic voices for the Italian and German repertoires. I believe this can change but what is currently available to us will give us a chance to review the baroque period which includes much of Mozart’s music. This is something sorely needed because this period has been largely forgotten and unused. Even classical radio stations rarely play baroque even though there are plenty of great recordings readily available. Mozart poses different challenges. On page 150 Renee relates, “Many Mozart arias present stamina issues because they have few, if any, interludes and therefore require long stretches of uninterrupted singing in the passaggio ..  one of the best ways to ensure stamina is not to sing too heavily. It’s only with a disciplined technique and a great deal of experience that I can get through these roles without problems.” Mozart most likely had some prodigious soprano talent at hand in his day.
     Renee writes about dynamics at length in the previous two pages:
“…singers naturally have to be louder just to be heard. One of the most difficult elements of all is the raising of the basic tuning of the orchestra from the baroque 430 to 435 in the mid-19th century and then to 440 early in the 20th and now to 444 in Vienna. This calibration had differed as much a tone and half over time, which challenges singers enormously if a piece is already high, a fact I didn’t fully understand until I sang Mozart and Handel with period instruments.”
     “Another factor working against opera singers is that, over the years, taste in recordings has moved toward warmer, thicker tones for the voice in every repertoire and that type of sound doesn’t cut through orchestral textures as well as a brighter tone. It takes more volume and therefore more breath pressure, to be heard when using a darker sound. The benefit of brightness in the voice is that it’s the center, core or squillo edge in a voice that enables it to project in a large hall over an orchestra. Unless the conductor and the orchestra have disciplined sense of dynamics when accompanying singers, we wind up with the inner ear problem again, believing we’re not meeting expectations…Singers who succumb to this temptation soon lose their vocal sheen and beauty and burn out much more quickly….so that the human voice isn’t expected to vault over this suddenly enormous hurdle.”
     Her personal advice was her own experience but one I feel is extremely important. She said, “The only thing I expect to feel at the end of a long performance is physically tired, but ideally never vocally tired.” Opera singers traditionally don’t use amplification and ideally we never should. Singers who use this crutch for other genres are dooming themselves for its use and will ultimately lose all dynamic power of their natural voice in the end. We don’t try to sing over amplified guitars, percussion and other types of overly loud music. Just this year I heard Diana Ross sing on television and I could barely hear her- that is from an overuse of microphones.
     By page 160 she gets into areas that are a little more subjective but definitely with information that a good part of the listening public is unaware of or simply ignorant. She wrote, “We’re the weightlifters of the vocal arts..” and essentially she’s right. If you listen to opera from any kind of recording you’ll never realize that we can fill a venue or concert hall without amplification except what’s naturally present unless you actually attend a concert. This is what being a diva actually means.
     Renee keeps most of the book very personal to her experience in overcoming obstacles. Even from the beginning she struggled over high notes and for anyone singing classical and opera music but especially a soprano, it would be considered an insurmountable obstacle for a career in this genre. She wrote: Since high notes have always been a bit unsure for me, I have to be extremely vigilant to keep the fear factor from creeping into my singing, even now. Once I become overly aware of a note and the ways in which it might fail me, chances are it will fail. She wrote about using pure head voice which I never use except when I purposely need to sing exceptionally softly. There is no other use for that and I would stress that to all singers no matter the genre. Curiously, she mentions that “sometimes the acoustic is too live, which can cause me to sing in a strangely high resonance position and that’s even worse than an acoustic that’s too dead.”
     The most enjoyable part of her book was reading about how she engages herself to the audience and how it supports her. I do believe that this is more important than any other advice you can give to a novice. Many talented and successful singers need to be reminded of these aspects of performance. She mentions this quite well on page 178 and I was left ruminating some of my own experiences in performing from as far back as the beginning. I would only add that audiences can be stingy or generous with their attention and you must learn to cope with both. Some acting talent helps this tremendously. I only know that I could sing to a cricket if I have to with no change in my performance. Only a few pages later she got into an area which I disagreed with entirely. Her sentence on page 181 states: “The reason that some singers go on to become great artists has very little to do with their voices but rather with the fact that they have used their instruments as tools for detailed communication.” I believe that singers are artists within their own right. If you listen to five different singers on the same song you will get a sense that vocal artistry is the most engaging form of music there is or ever can be. Each performance will have its own uniqueness and further it is almost like fingerprints in identifying such singers on sound alone.
     Roles and Backstage, the two remaining chapters of the book, really brought everything about opera to life in a way I never really have thought about but often have mused. How does one keep a character portrayed time and again, fresh and alive? It is fascinating how she has taken these stories to heart and not only made them her own but also given them more depth or different personalities. It is apparent that she loves her genre and more importantly, she lives her genre. As a result, her performances have captivated audiences in opera houses and recital halls all over the world.
     I would recommend this book for the novice or student of opera or singing to get an insight into artistic development- keeping in mind that it will differ with each person, of course. There is much content in the book that a person can take as gospel truth while other parts are merely for insight. Renee did a wonderful job of exemplifying the world of opera as a way of life not only for its luminaries and human constituents but for those who sit in the audience and drink in its richness and musicality.
     The most piquant advice in the book was administered to Renee by an early vocal teacher Jan DeGaitani who told her, “Having perfection as your goal will only set you up for failure.”


Excellently,


The Castle Lady

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Kokomo



Recorded very late in their careers, the Beach Boys made a brief but big comeback with this song in 1988 and included collaborations that were well-known but had never been associated with them prior to it. The songwriters included Michael Edward Love, Terry Melcher (Doris Day’s son), Scott McKenzie and John Phillips. Their late smash hit was a heady finish to careers that spanned decades since the 50s and was timeless in their special genre. There were several other Beach bands but none were quite so unique-sounding or prolific. Have a listen to an amazing cover band and enjoy what’s left of summer. –The Castle Lady
 

Beginning refrain:
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahamas, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go,
Jamaica

Off the Florida Keys, there’s a place called Kokomo
That’s where you want to go to get away from it all.
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We’ll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band.
Down in Kokomo.

Full refrain:
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to
Bermuda, Bahamas, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go
Oh I want to take you down to Kokomo
We’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow
That’s where we want to go, way down in Kokomo.

Martinique, that Montserrat mystique

We’ll put out to sea and we’ll perfect our chemistry
And by and by we’ll defy a little bit of gravity
Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights
That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high
Way down in Kokomo  (to refrain)

Port-au-Prince, I want to catch a glimpse

Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo
Now if you want to go and get away from it all
Go down to Kokomo.


The Castle Lady