Review: David Roche Steps Out of the Shadows with Griefcase

•July 29, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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David Roche Steps Out of the Shadows


In the late ’70s and ’80s one of the greatest musical groups to come out of the New York folk scene was the Roches, three sisters who wrote and sang some of the greatest songs of that time. The driving force of that group (first discovered by Paul Simon), was Maggie Roche, who tragically left us just a few years ago. Along with these three talented sisters came an extremely talented brother who, because of his sisters’ fame, was left in the shadows.

With his new album Griefcase, an impeccably produced and deeply personal group of songs, David Roche’s time has finally come. Stewart Lerman (Beck, Mumford and Sons), David Kumin (Black 47) and David have produced this album with such love that every track is enhanced and arranged without getting in the way of this very special group of songs. Kumin also played bass, Hammond B3, Wurlitzer and slide guitar on several tracks.

Wisely surrounding himself with class-A musicians, such as the legendary David Mansfield (Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash), he gets right to the essence of each song. The first song “Grief” starts us off with the crack of the snare drum before being joined by heavy electric guitar, the perfect feel for this memorable opener: 

I’ve got a grief that’s 10 foot deep
I’ve got a grief that’s way to steep
A grief too far to fall in

With great drumming by Brian Dunne [Hall & Oates] and nice slide guitar to round out the rocking arrangement, it’s a vivid message for our current chaotic state of affairs. He follows it with a good break from that chaos, “Meet and Fall,”  a beautifully calming love song duet with his daughter Oona. Their voices blend as only singers from the same family can blend, evoking that rich spirit of his sisters. Set against a pure pair of simple and well-recorded acoustic guitars, it’s a song about the excitement and uncertainty of young love. 

Next up is “Love Unending,” a song of boundless love wrapped around a great guitar hook with a sound reminiscent of Paul Simon’s best solo work. The song “Carson” is a profound anti-gun song which shows off his intimate singing style, and asks the question that most Americans have asked for years, and yet remains unanswered still: 

Can nothing be done
Controlling the gun
How can we overcome this type of cancer?

Other stand-outs include “Anelle,” which showcases his lyrical piano playing, and also a love song to his wife of over 30 years, “Mary.” :

Stay with me darling
Time is expiring
Never want anything more
Than to be in the grace
Of your beautiful face
As you come round the mountain
And into the door.

This is the work of a confidant artist whose twelve impeccably crafted and produced songs should be welcomed behind the door of everyone who still wants to hear personal songs that speak to all with beautiful memorable melodies.

4 stars out of 4. 

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Leonard Cohen: A Revelation in the Heart

•January 31, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Leonard Cohen:
Revelations in the Heart
and More.

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Leonard Cohen, in 2006. Photo by Paul Zollo

All Photos by PAUL ZOLLO
This is the tribute I wrote for Leonard Cohen, originally for American Songwriter magazine, 2016. It is followed by the final story I wrote about Leonard for the magazine, A Revelation in the Heart. 

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was ten and learning how to play guitar. In front of me were the lyrics and chords for his song “Suzanne.” I remember thinking, “How does someone write something this beautiful?” It seemed like a miracle to me.

Still does.

So when I got the supreme privilege of sitting down with him myself to talk about songwriting, I told him exactly that. That since I was just a kid, I have been pondering the mystery of “Suzanne” and other miracle songs he wrote. He smiled that warm, gentle Leonard smile when I said this, and did not demur.

“It is a miracle,” he answered. “If I knew where the good songs came from, I would go there more often.”

And in that one answer is the crystallization of this man’s greatness. With just a few words, he gives us humility, humor, reverence, mystery and dedication. Dedication to the mystery itself, to the realm into which all songwriters reach to find their songs.

He spoke in parables. Unlike most humans who rarely finish entire sentences, he spoke in perfect paragraphs, with language at once beat and biblical, ancient and modern. Never was this more evident than when I asked him what he thought about the current quality of popular song, and the widespread conviction of many from previous generations that meaningful songs are no longer written.


“There are always meaningful songs for somebody,” he said. “People are doing their courting, people are finding their wives, people are making babies, people are washing their dishes, people are getting through the day, with songs that we may find insignificant. But their significance is affirmed by others. There’s always someone affirming the significance of a song by taking a woman into his arms or by getting through the night. That’s what dignifies the song. Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.”

One time I interviewed Anjani, the singer-musician who loved and lived with him for years, and did a whole album of his words with her music. We met at a café in mid-L.A. and the great man himself, Leonard, accompanied her. Of course, being him he knew right away I would be unable to conduct a meaningful interview with him sitting there. So he immediately assured us that he would sit elsewhere while we spoke.

We did the interview, and afterwards I made an admission to Anjani. Which was that it was hard to fathom actually living a regular life with Leonard. I did know he was a man, after all, as I told her. But to songwriters, I said, he is a God.

She laughed heartily when I said that, and answered, “Oh trust me, he’s a man! He is definitely a man.”


Leonard & Anjani, 2007. Photo by Paul Zollo.



Now with his mortal life complete, it seems she must have been right. But there are very few men I have ever known who did what he did. Even when the industry as he knew it essentially collapsed, never did he waver from the thing that mattered most: the work. If it took him seven years to perfect a song, even to the extent of writing forty or more verse, he would take seven years. There was no rush. Nothing mattered more. When he would be up at Mt. Baldy, serving time as a Buddhist monk, he would be working on songs in his head. During his last year, when he was in severe pain and immobilized, he worked on songs. The work never stopped. Songwriting was for him, as miracle songs like “Hallelujah” made so clear, more than a job. It was a calling. His highest calling. And he built a beautiful and indestructible tower of song, brick by brick, day by day, year by year. Like all of his songs, it has been built to last.

“It begins with an appetite,” he said, describing the way he started a song, “to discover my self-respect. To redeem the day. So the day does not go down in debt.“

Songwriting, he explained, did not come easy. It was work, and he felt artists were wrong to ever consider otherwise. “But why shouldn’t my work be hard?” he asked. “One is distracted by this notion that there is such a thing as inspiration, that it comes fast and easy. Some people are graced by that style. I’m not. So I have to work hard as any stiff, to come up with the payload.”

Asked to explain just what this work entails, he basically answered anything. Whatever is required. “Anything that I can bring to it, he said. “Thought, meditation, drinking, disillusion, insomnia, vacations. Because once the song enters the mill, it’s worked on by everything that I can summon. And I need everything. I try everything. I try to ignore it, try to repress it, try to get high, try to get intoxicated, try to get sober, all the versions of myself that I can summon are summoned to participate in this project, this work force. I try everything. I’ll do anything. By any means possible.”

So, I asked, do any of these things work better than others?

“No,” he said with a smile. “Nothing works. Nothing works.”

Nothing but pure dedication to this art and craft so impacted by his own work. “Dylan blew everyone’s mind when he started,” said the poet Allen Ginsberg. “Everyone except Leonard Cohen.” It’s true. Leonard was on his own path from the start. Never did he sway from the conviction that the only true mission was finding a way to get there, to reach that realm from which the great songs come. It’s where he is now.

“It’s much like the life of a Catholic nun,” he said. “You’re married to a mystery.”





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Leonard Cohen, in 2006. Photo by Paul Zollo


“If I knew where the great songs came from,” Leonard Cohen famously said, “I would go there more often.” In fact, during his 82 years of life, he went there a whole lot more than most humans ever do, and with a devotion to songwriting almost religious in its fervor, resulting in a bounty of miracle songs.

That songwriting for him was more of a calling than a job was never more evident than in this final year of his life when, immobilized, in great pain, knowing the end was near, he devoted himself to one final task: writing and recording a new album of songs. It’s a mission accomplished, as he released the remarkable You Want It Darker earlier this year in the final month of his life. Produced with his beloved son, Adam Cohen, it’s his ultimate masterpiece, the final brick in his Tower of Song.

Weakened by illness, rather than do a series of interviews to promote the album, he decided to do one single press event to which journalists from around the world, including a few lucky Americans like this writer, were invited. Held at the beautiful Canadian Consulate in the stately Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles, it was a remarkable night of reverence and love for Cohen, peopled only by those writers who have been devoted to him for decades, as well as a few famous friends and collaborators.

“There was something holy about it,” said the Anglo-Greek singer-songwriter Athena Andreadis, who sang the haunting background vocals on “Traveling Light,” a track from the new album. “I have never felt anything quite like it. It was his final gift to us, and such a beautiful one. Just to be in his presence was a great privilege, and to share this delivery of his final work. I will never forget it.”

The press event happened October 13, which was also the 75th birthday of Paul Simon, and the day the news broke that Dylan had been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. But throughout the night, one comment kept popping up among the press: “If they gave that award to any songwriter, it should have been Leonard.”

The truth is, Dylan would probably agree. Throughout the decades he has consistently sung Cohen’s praises, saying at one point that Cohen wasn’t even writing songs anymore, he was writing prayers. Cohen, in return, has expressed great awe at Dylan’s work and his vast range. “That kind of genius,” he said, “can manifest all the forms and styles.”

More recently, Dylan pointed out that when people talk of Cohen, they speak only of the words, but that his music mattered just as much. It’s true, of course, and points to the fact that these are songs, not poems. Sure, Cohen would always joke about his own limitations as a musician (“Every guitarist has chops,” he said. “Me, I only have one chop. But it’s a good one.”), yet he composed music of great grace and power, as simple and elegant as his words. “Hallelujah” would never have become a standard if not for that ingenious ascending melody, which matches the words impeccably, and goes straight to the heart.

The truth remains that, unlike almost every songwriter who arrived in Dylan’s wake and was impacted forever by him, Cohen was on his own spiritual and poetic path from the start. As the poet Allen Ginsberg said, “When Dylan came out, he blew everyone’s mind. Everyone except Leonard Cohen, that is.”

On this night, after dinner and drinks amid candles under moonlight, with poster-sized passages of his lyrics from the new album illuminated throughout the garden, we were ushered into a small chapel-like space for a listening session. Handed lyric books, we all sat in silence, united by the presence of greatness, and in awe of the realms he could access even while fighting for his life. His voice, surrounded by his son’s production, resounded more deeply than ever, resonating like the voice of God himself.

When the album was over (and many were still drying their tears), the great man himself appeared at the back of the room, in a dark suit and fedora, walking with a cane. The whole room rose to its feet and cheered. He slowly walked down the aisle, as if at a wedding, smiling that beatific Cohen smile.

Before anyone could ask a question, he addressed the assembled crowd, and, as was his way, opened with a joke. “Some of you have come from a long, long way to be here and I appreciate it,” he said. “Some of you have driven across Los Angeles, which takes about the same time.”

The first question concerned his health, as he’d made recent statements about the end being near. Again his whimsical charm surfaced. “I said I was ready to die, recently. And I think I was exaggerating.” Huge laughter erupted, with some sense of relief that maybe he was out of the darkness. Then he added, “I’ve always been into self-dramatization. I intend to live forever.” We cheered. We believed him because we wanted to. Rarely have I felt that kind of unanimous love and awe for an artist, and it was clear that Cohen felt it, too.

One month to this day he was gone. Although he promised eternity, his recognition of death’s imminence was already spelled out in the songs we had just heard, as it was in the second answer he offered that night:

“If you’re lucky,” he said, “you can keep the vehicle healthy and responsive over the years. If you’re lucky. Your own intentions have very little to do with this. You can keep the body as well-oiled and receptive as possible. But whether you’re actually going to be able to go for the long haul is really not your own choice.”

He was a humble man, but never falsely so. He embraced the greatness of his work with a kind of parental pride more than any kind of ownership. When asked how he maintained such excellence throughout the decades, he said, “I don’t know, but I think that as any songwriter knows, and I think Bob Dylan knows this better than any of us, you don’t write the songs anyhow.”

Back in 1992 when I first interviewed him and admitted that “Suzanne” seemed like a songwriting miracle, he didn’t disagree: “It is a miracle,” he said, and then first delivered his great, “If I knew where the great songs came from” line. But this first time around, it came with an addendum: “It’s much like the life of a Catholic nun,” he said. “You’re married to a mystery.”

It’s a mystery he’s embraced over his career with unflagging fidelity. Even in his last years, when the pain made it impossible to play an instrument, he never stopped writing. Instead, he wrote mostly just words, and turned to Adam, and to songwriters Sharon Robinson and Patrick Leonard, to compose music for his lyrics.

“I felt like the luckiest guy in the world,” Patrick Leonard said. “Here Leonard Cohen is sending me lyrics. It was amazing to me. Still is.” Some of the songs, Patrick said, took a full seven years to complete. “But it was mostly him changing small words. He would work and rework a lyric a thousand times to get it perfect.”

Asked how Cohen responded to his music, he said, “When he liked something, he would email me right away. If he didn’t like it, I would hear nothing. And I would know it was time to start over.”

Cohen, however, was quick to establish on this night that there was nothing heroic about taking years to write a single song. “The fact that my songs take a long time to write,” he said, “is no guarantee of their excellence. It just takes a long time for me. I’m very slow. It comes by dribbles and drops. Some people are graced with a flow. Some people are graced with something less than a flow. I’m one of those.”

When repeatedly pressed to disclose his working methods, he said the process remains as mysterious as when he began, but that the work has grown even harder. The only personal detail divulged was that he long ago learned to keep his surroundings sparse and simple to counter the chaos in his mind.

“Everybody has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels,” he said. “My mind was always very cluttered so I took great pains to simplify my environment. Because if my environment were half as cluttered as my mind, I wouldn’t be able to make it from room to room. This system has worked for me, even though I have had to sweat over every word. That’s just me. For some people it comes faster, for some it comes slower.”

This echoed a statement he made in our first interview: “My immediate realm of thought is bureaucratic and like a traffic jam,” he said. “My ordinary state of mind is very much like the waiting room at the DMV… So to penetrate this chattering and this meaningless debate that is occupying most of my attention, I have to come up with something that really speaks to my deepest interest. Otherwise I just nod off in one way or another. So to find that song, that urgent song, takes a lot of versions and a lot of work and a lot of sweat.”


Leonard on Pico, 2007. Photo by PAUL ZOLLO


“That urgent song.” There, in that phrase, is the yearning, the boundless appetite, to realize that song completely. Yet despite this urgency and ambition, he was never one to subscribe to the school of instant songwriting, of writing and recording something immediately to capture its essence. Quite the opposite. He believed in the power of work, and questioned the very premise of inspiration.

“Why shouldn’t my work be hard? Almost everybody’s work is hard. One is distracted by this notion that there is such a thing as inspiration, that it comes fast and easy. And some people are graced by that style. I’m not. So I have to work as hard as any stiff, to come up with the payload.”

His obsession with Sisyphean labor surfaced many times, as he described himself as a prisoner of song, forced to work or perish. “Freedom and restriction,” he said, “are just luxurious terms to one who is locked in a dungeon in the tower of song. These are just … ideas. I don’t have the sense of restriction or freedom. I just have the sense of work. I have the sense of hard labor.”

Yet, despite that self-portrait, it was clear his greatest contentment was not just in the finished song, but in the process itself. “I think unemployment is the great affliction of man,” he said. “Even people with jobs are unemployed. In fact, most people with jobs are unemployed. I can say, happily and gratefully, that I am fully employed …. We have a sense here that it’s smart not to work. The hustle, the con, these have been elevated to a very high position in our morality. And probably if I could mount a con or a hustle in terms of my own work I would …  But I am a working stiff. It takes me months and months of full employment to break the code of the song. To find out if there can be a song there.”

Asked how he broke that code, he offered his vision of what songwriting is.

“I try anything that I can bring to it,” he said. “Thought, meditation, drinking, disillusion, insomnia, vacations. Because once the song enters the mill, it’s worked on by everything that I can summon. And I need everything. I try everything. I try to ignore it, try to repress it, try to get high, try to get intoxicated, try to get sober, all the versions of myself that I can summon are summoned to participate in this project, this work force.”

“In your experience, do any of these things work better than others?” I asked.

“No, he said. “Nothing works. Nothing works. After a while, if you stick with a song long enough it will yield. But long enough is way beyond any reasonable estimation of what you think long enough may be. In fact, long enough is way beyond. It’s abandoning that idea of what you think long enough may be.”

The title song of You Want It Darker revolves around the image of a flame being extinguished, a poignant symbol of death. Ostensibly a song of darkness, it’s also one of acceptance, of readying one’s self for the end.

Magnified and sanctified
Be Thy Holy Name
Vilified and crucified
In the human frame
A million candles burning
For the help that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame

Hineni Hineni
I’m ready, my Lord.

Hineni, in the ancient Hebrew of his ancestors, means “I’m here,” followed in English, with “I’m ready, my Lord.”

When asked about this, he said, “I don’t really know the genesis, the origin, enabling that declaration of readiness, no matter what the outcome. That is a part of everyone’s soul. We all are motivated by deep impulses and deep appetites to serve, even though we may not be able to locate that which are willing to serve. So this is just a part of my nature. And I think it would also be my nature to offer one’s self when the emergency becomes articulate. It’s only when the emergency becomes articulate that we can locate that willingness to serve.”

A kind of stunned silence followed, as the crowd absorbed the fullness of what he said. Sensing this, he added, “That’s getting too heavy. I’m sorry. Strike that.” Much laughter. Even weakened, his voice softer than ever, the man knew how to work a crowd.

When asked his opinion of Dylan’s award, he said, “To me, giving that award to Dylan is like pinning a medal on Mt. Everest for being the highest mountain.”

When Adam took the stage to sit next to his father, Cohen smiled with an exultant openness rarely revealed in photos. “My son,” he said with glee, and the whole room laughed.  Adam, he said, was both a gifted singer-songwriter and producer, and came in to rescue this album when it might have gone unfinished. “To have this kind of microscopic attention to my music,” the elder Cohen said, “was very great.”

Adam, who produced the album and co-wrote “Traveling Light” with his father and Patrick Leonard, spoke about his gratitude for his life with Cohen, and for the opportunity to work so closely together. “Just to be in my father’s company, for me,” he said, “was a great privilege.”

To which Cohen quipped, to much laughter: “Truth is, we’re not a very tight family.”

The first time Cohen completely surrendered to the idea of devoting his entire life to songwriting, he said in 1992, was when he spent months working on the song “Suzanne,” and came to recognize his destiny.

“At a certain point I realized I only had one ball in my hand, and that was the song,” he said. “Everything else had been wrecked or compromised and I couldn’t go back, and I was a one-ball juggler. I’d do incredible things with that ball to justify the absurdity of the presentation. Because what are you going to do with that ball? You don’t have three anymore. You’ve just got one. And maybe only one arm. What are you going to do? You can flip it off your wrist, or bounce it off your head. You have to come up with some pretty good moves. You have to learn them from scratch. And that’s what I learned, that you have to learn them from scratch.”

This dedication never waned. Often he’d labor for months working on one verse alone, only to discard it, as he did with many from the epic “Democracy” from 1992’s The Future. He shared some of these discards with me, all of which were faithfully archived in bound journals, and said, “I’m very happy to be able to speak this way to fellow craftsmen. Some people may find it encouraging to see how slow and painstaking is the process.”

Then he showed this:

From the church where the outcasts can hide
Or the mosque where the blood is dignified.
Like the fingers on your hand,
Like the hourglass of sand,
We can separate but not divide
From the eye above the pyramid
And the dollar’s cruel display
From the law behind the law,
Behind the law we still obey
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

When asked why he would write something so compelling only to abandon it, his answer was as eloquent as the lyric itself.  “Because I didn’t want to compromise the anthemic, hymn-like quality,” he said.” I didn’t want it to get too punchy. I didn’t want to start a fight in the song. I wanted a revelation in the heart rather than a confrontation or a call-to-arms or a defense.”

A revelation in the heart. A dynamic that sings throughout all his songs since the beginning, this luminous juncture of brilliance and heart. As he wrote in a verse he didn’t cut from “Democracy”: And it’s here the family’s broken and it’s here the lonely say, the heart has got to open in a fundamental way.” His was an open heart.

Even his explanation of his need to fully develop a verse before rejecting it was beautiful: “Before I can discard a verse,” he said, “I have to write it. Even if it’s bad. And it’s just as hard to write a bad verse as a good verse. I can’t discard a verse before it is written because it is the writing of the verse that produces whatever delights or interests or facets that are going to catch the light. The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.”

That the work became his religion is evident to anyone who knows the songs, which resonate with holiness and deep, ancient wisdom. As Dylan explained, these songs all resound with timeless sanctity. At the final event, Cohen explained that although the Bible and religion have informed and shaped his songs over the years, it was always the work, more than anything, which was his religion.

“I’ve never thought of myself as a religious person,” he said. “I don’t have any spiritual strategy. I kind of limped along, as so many of us do in these realms. Occasionally I have felt the grace of another presence in my life. But I can’t build any kind of spiritual structure on that.”

But when it comes to the work, the songs themselves, it is there that the Bible matters most. “I feel that this is a vocabulary that I grew up with,” he said. “This Biblical landscape is very familiar to me, and it’s natural that I use those landmarks as references. Once they were universal references and everybody understood and knew them and repeated them. That’s no longer the case today. But it is still my landscape. I try to make those references. I try to make sure they’re not too obscure. But outside of that I dare not claim anything in the spiritual realm as my own.”

Regarding his perpetual aim for perfection, his answer echoed both Dylan and The Bible:

“At a certain point,” he said, “when the Jews were first commanded to raise an altar, the commandment was on unhewn stone. Apparently the god that wanted that particular altar didn’t want slick, didn’t want smooth. He wanted an unhewn stone placed on another unhewn stone … Now I think Dylan has lines, hundreds of great lines that have the feel of unhewn stone. But they really fit in there. But they’re not smoothed out. It’s inspired but not polished.”

Cohen, however, as we know, would polish his stones until they shone like diamonds. Rarely did they reveal any axe-marks, especially these final ones. To the very end his objective remained to work and rework the songs to a realm of almost impossible perfection, each one built tight as a brick, never a wasted word. On these last songs, each lyric is compressed into compact, essential lines, perfectly metered and rhymed. The brevity of the lines, as if delivered by someone short of breath, not long for this world, is hauntingly poignant.

But if the road
Leads back to you
Must I forget
The things I knew
When I was friends
With one or two
We used to do
I’m traveling light

At the conclusion of our last night with him, he left us all with hope that we would see and hear from him again. “Thanks for coming, friends,” he said warmly. “I really appreciate it. I really appreciated your standing up when I came into the room.  Hoping to do this again. I intend to stick around until 120.”

He also admitted to a fondness for hummingbirds. “I have always loved those magical little creatures,” he said, and recited a recently composed song about them, only words so far, no music.

Listen to the hummingbird
Whose wings you cannot see
Listen to the hummingbird
Don’t listen to me

Listen to the butterfly
Whose days but number three
Listen to the butterfly
Don’t listen to me

Listen to the mind of God
Which doesn’t need to be     
Listen to the mind of God
Don’t listen to me

After the applause faded, he added, “I would say the hummingbird deserves royalties on that one.” When asked if it would be on the next album, he said, softly, “God willing.”

That a songwriter and singer would end a long and remarkable career with the statement, “Don’t listen to me,” says everything about the soul of Leonard Cohen. At the end he pointed us all away from this light shining on him to the light inside all things, the source of all songs. The place where great songs come from.

It’s where he is now.

Paul Zollo & Leonard Cohen on the roof of Leonard’s Tower of Song, Los Angeles, 1992. Photo by HENRY DILTZ.








PHOTOGRAPHY: Dia de los Muertos/Day of the Dead 2018 at Hollywood Forever.

•December 6, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Dia de Los Muertos. 
The Day of the Dead.




Hollywood Forever
October 27, 2018.



All Photographs by PAUL ZOLLO



On Day of the Dead.

I exult in taking photos of people and places in and around Hollywood, but there is no annual event I love more than the annual Dia de los Muertos -Day of the Dead – celebration at Hollywood Forever. The oldest and most historic cemetery in Hollywood, older than the movies which came to town (Paramount is built on ground that was once cemetery -though “unpopulated”), there are more icons and stars here than anywhere in Hollywood. 

Day of the Dead also is such a poetic tradition – and in colors, elaborate flowered costumes and traditional skull make-up that I find so poignant, and beautiful. The color scheme is so beautiful, all those autumnal oranges and reds,  perfect for this haunting festival  of Fall. All to celebrate and rejoice in the beauty of so many lives, embracing the fullness of life by reveling in the small details of lives, souvenirs, in beautifully ornate altars which stretch through the entire place. 

Do that here – in this old cemetery which has been here since the 18th century full of beautiful stone tombs, green grass and lakes, and it is photo Christmas.  Everyone feels a spirit both solemn and joyful. Most of the people present are in the elaborate make-up, including whole families with kids. Many of these were painted at  home with family, while many others stop at the stands along Santa Monica Boulevard and do it there or at tables inside. 

This is more than make-up, after all – this is beautiful ancient folk art – each resonating with the same themes, but each unique – shaped both by face and choice. And it takes some time of being still. When it’s finally finished, everyone is eager to parade through the cemetery and happy to be photographed. Which is a real treat for a photographer that wants to get people to engage. Unlike the real world, where many people would prefer to not have their photo taken, here they’re happy to stop and be photographed , and to have this art they’ve become preserved, here among these fields of tombs and memory. 



Countless legends are buried or interred here, including Valentino, Judy Garland, Mickey Rooney, John Huston, Peter Lorre, Marion Davies, Virginia Rappe, Johnny Ramone, Chris Cornell, Tyrone Powers, and even the greatest star Hollywood has ever known, Joe Frisco.  There’s also the studio owners – such as Harry Cohn – and those who made the movies, such as Cecil B. DeMille.

And each year they provide this beautiful festival – and each year it is an absolute joy to photograph. Here Day of the Dead in Hollywood this year, already the 18th of this century  Saturday, October 27, 2018. Photographed in sun and dark, between noon and midnight. 

— Paul Zollo.

From an altar in memory of the great Martin Landau;  his
favorite things – his bottle of Campari, cigarettes, apples, photographs. 

Continue reading ‘PHOTOGRAPHY: Dia de los Muertos/Day of the Dead 2018 at Hollywood Forever.’


•September 11, 2018 • Leave a Comment

BANG! The Bert Berns Story


The film doesn’t sugarcoat its subject: the narration and interviewees allude to the producer’s dark moods, and there are references to his involvement with organized crime.





Studio mastermind and convicted murderer Phil Spector gets all the ink, but he wasn’t the only terrific—and terrifically flawed—music producer working in the 1960s who came to a sad end. Another was England’s Joe Meek, who wrote and produced a ton of adventurous pop before killing his landlady and then himself in 1967, when he was only 37.

Yet another was Bert Berns, who racked up a long string of musical accomplishments but also got  involved with the Mafia and possibly drug running before dying from heart disease at age 38. Berns’s life was recounted in an off-Broadway play, “Piece of My Heart: The Bert Berns Story,” and in the 2014 book Here Comes the Night: The Dark Soul of Bert Berns and the Dirty Business of Rhythm and Blues. The book led to a 2016 movie, Bang! The Bert Berns Story, which has just been issued on DVD.

The film—which features narration by Steve Van Zandt, who inducted Berns into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2016—chronicles a career that was astonishing both for its successes and its brevity. In 1960, an unknown Berns signed on as a $50-a-week Brill Building songwriter. By the time he died, only about seven years later, his resume included a stint as the staff producer at Atlantic Records; ownership of two thriving record labels, Bang and Shout; and composing and production credits on a long list of classic tracks.

Among those Bern classics: the Drifters’ “Under the Boardwalk,” the Jarmels’ “Little Bit of Soap,” Van Morrison’s “Brown-Eyed Girl,” Neil Diamond’s “Solitary Man,” the Exciters’ “Tell Him,” Solomon Burke’s “Everybody Needs Somebody to Love,” the Animals’ “Baby Let Me Take You Home,” the McCoys’ “Hang On Sloopy,” Barbara Lewis’s “Baby I’m Yours,” Freddie Scott’s “Are You Lonely for Me, Baby?,” and the Strangeloves’ “I Want Candy.”

Berns also co-wrote “Piece of My Heart,” which became a signature tune for Janis Joplin, and the Isley Brothers’ “Twist and Shout,” which also enjoyed major success in the Beatles’ version.

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Bert & Brett Berns

Bang! The Bert Berns Story, which includes brief performance clips of some of the producer’s hits, consists largely of reminiscences by many of the artists and industry people he worked with or inspired; and most of them tell colorful and memorable stories about him and the songs he wrote and recorded.

Among the interviewees are Paul McCartney; Keith Richards; Ron Isley; producer Richard Gottehrer, a one-time member of the Strangeloves; Sony chairman Doug Morris; Ben E. King; Cissy Houston; songwriters Jeff Barry, Ellie Greenwich, and Mike Stoller; and even the famously reclusive Van Morrison. Also featured are Berns’s daughter, Cassandra; and his wife, Ilene, who chokes up and walks off camera while discussing his death.

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Bert Berns.

One person we don’t hear from in the movie is Berns himself. Apparently, he never recorded any extensive interviews, which is unfortunate. Laudably—and despite the fact that Berns’s daughter produced the film and his son Brett co-directed—it doesn’t sugarcoat its subject: the narration and interviewees allude to the producer’s dark moods, and there are assorted references to his involvement with organized crime. But because the film lacks substantial footage of Berns himself, we have to conjure up his personality from the comments of others. Their recollections do paint a pretty good picture; but I suspect we’d have a better one—including more understanding of what led him down some bad paths—if we could see and hear more of the man himself.

Still, Bang! The Bert Berns Story is well worth your attention, especially if you lived through the 1960s with a radio turned on. The picture may be less than complete, but it’s a fascinating one. And the movie argues persuasively that Berns’s accomplishments deserve much more recognition than they’ve received to date.


Mr Honky Tonk
John Scott Sherrill, Mr. Honky TonkUnless you count the one record that John Scott Sherrill released nearly three decades ago as a member of a group called Billy Hill, this is apparently his debut album. So why does he sound like a polished veteran? Probably partly because he has spent those three decades (and more) writing hits—including 11 chart-toppers—for some of country’s biggest artists, among them John Anderson, Alison Kraus, George Strait, and Patty Loveless. And his interpreters aren’t limited to country: he has also been covered by everyone from Jimmy Buffett and Peter Wolf to Steve Earle and Mick Jagger. Some of the songs that have netted big royalties for Sherrill over the years are included on this album, which also features a few previously unheard tunes. None of them blaze new stylistic trails—Sherrill is mainstream Nashville all the way—but Mr. Honky Tonk is nevertheless first rate. The material reconfirms the artist’s writing talents while also leaving no doubt that Sherrill—who sounds redolent of Anderson and George Jones—can sing ’em as well as he writes ’em.


John Wesley Harding, Greatest Other People’s Hits. John Wesley Harding, a.k.a. Wesley Stace, has written some fine pop/rock material during his long career, but he has also proven to be an excellent interpreter of other people’s songs. Many of his best covers are on this 17-track anthology, which combines material from his earlier albums with hard-to-find singles and previously unreleased performances. The program is about as diverse as you could imagine: it makes room for writers ranging from Bruce Springsteen and George Harrison to Madonna and Conway Twitty. Not everything works or puts a fresh spin on the songwriters’ original recordings, but there are far more successes than failures here. Highlights include Springsteen’s “Jackson Cage” and “Wreck on the Highway,” the latter with Bruce singing along; Phil Ochs’s “Another Age”; Twitty’s “It’s Only Make Believe,” a sublime duet with singer/songwriter Kelly Hogan; and a live reading of Lou Reed’s “Satellite of Love,” with Reed sharing vocals.

Jeff Burger‘s website,, contains more than four decades’ worth of music reviews and commentary. His books include the recently published Dylan on Dylan: Interviews and Encounters as well as Lennon on Lennon: Conversations with John LennonLeonard Cohen on Leonard Cohen: Interviews and Encounters, and Springsteen on Springsteen: Interviews, Speeches, and Encounters.

Legends of Songwriting: Hank Trembley

•March 13, 2018 • 1 Comment



Legends of Songwriting: Hank Trembley


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Writer of “Miami Mammy” Who Sparked the Swimming Horses Craze of the 1920s.


“The morning sun was antiseptic
The robin’s song so narcoleptic
The grass was green as a cucumber
Where I lay  in a sleepy slumber
And dreamed a dreamy ragtime dream
Of sky-blue ponies in the stream…”

From “Blue Ponies In The Stream”
By Hank Trembley

One of the most significant, if unsung, songwriters of the modern era, Hank Trembley wrote hundreds of memorable songs (and thousands of forgettable ones) including “Alligator Seder,” “Blue Ponies In The Stream,” “The Knickerbocker Alter Kocker,”  “[I’ve Been] Sober All October” “Your Skinny Skinny Legs,” “Ragtime Moosepie Love,” and his most famous song, “My Miami Mammy,” which was recorded by Al Jolson.

Born Hyman Trembluchnik on February 29, 1891 in Yonkers, New York, he was the son of Itzhak Trembluchnik, a part-time cantor and pickled herring salesman,  and Esther Zmudjki, a Lithuanian fan-dancer and contortionist. Itzhak, a Russian immigrant, grew up in the village of Rizshishtchov (“a little town that looks like a sneeze and sounds it”) near Kiev.

As Alec Wilder wrote in his acclaimed opus, American Popular Song, “Trembley does exemplify the pure, uncontrived Hebraic line more characteristically than any other writer except Kern, with whom Trembley was known to enjoy long swims in the Hudson.”

He started piano lessons when he was only three, but at age five lost two fingers on his right hand to a rabid squirrel, and switched to ukulele. (Unlike his famous peers who wrote their songs on piano, Trembley composed only on uke,  tuned to his signature “Talmudic plectrum tuning.” He could only play in one key – F sharp – but often used a primitive capo he fashioned himself out of squirrel bone and rubber-bands to change keys.)

He wrote his first song at the age of eleven, the Yiddish-inflected “Spin That Dreidel, My Meidel Mit A Kleidel,” and never stopped writing. “My mother would drink raspberry schnapps, cook tzimas and dance to that song for hours,” he remembered in a 1920 interview with Yiddish Forward. “I knew songwriting was the life for me. The only thing that brought me the same kind of joy was baseball. And being a little Jew with only eight fingers, I figured baseball for me was not an option.”

When he was thirteen, he changed his name to the less ethnic Hank Trembley, in honor of his favorite baseball player at the time, Sy Trembley, of the Brooklyn Dodgers. That same year he wrote the songs and book for a musical revue called “Bring On The Borscht,” which was presented at Yonkers’ Temple Emanu-El, and starred his first love, a big-voiced 13-year old girl named Fania Borach. Two years later, she changed her name to Fanny Brice, and went on to great fame with the Ziegfeld Follies. Though he proposed to her some seventeen times, according to his own account (and many more than that, according to her own), she resisted a romantic liaison with him, but loved him as a songwriter.  It was his undying passion for her singing and performing that gave her the confidence to triumph.

Never did she forget her debt to Trembley.  “He believed in me from the start,” she said in 1950, “back when everyone said I was a no-talent, ugly girl with a giant schnozz.  He taught me it was okay to be funny, and he also had the best pickled herring in Yonkers.” Hank wrote his first-ever love-song for Fanny, “Farblondzhet Fania,” which she first recorded herself in 1927. It was recorded several times since then, most famously by Eleanor Roosevelt in 1928, and in 1967 by Tom Jones.


Fanny Brice.

Trembley also wrote a song he based on her compliment about his herring expertise, called “The Best Pickled Herring in Yonkers,” recorded by Brice as well as Eck Robertson and, in a rare flamenco rendition sung in Spanish, Ramon Montoya. Alec Wilder, in his popular song tome, referred to it as “certainly the worst song [Trembley] ever wrote, and quite possibly one of the worst ever written.” How Wilder and so many others remained unmoved by its intimate evocation of Jewish life at the time remains a mystery, as the song’s charms, either in English, Hebrew or Espanol, abound.

I fell for her first time I saw her
In her sweater of red Irish wool
I repressed my compulsion to paw her
As the moon rose up over our shul…

“I heard all the good angels cheering
Also dybbuks who all  wished me dead
While I spoke of the glory of herring
And prayed someday soon we would wed….

“And ever since this, our first Shabbos ride
Her love,  it has made me bonkers
She knows God and I will always provide
The best pickled herring in Yonkers

Yes, the best pickled herring in Yonkers….”

From “The Best Pickled Herring in Yonkers”
By Hank Trembley

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Fanny in Miami, 1911. Photo by Hank Trembley.


Though stories differ in their account of Trembley’s  first experience with swimming horses, which became a lifelong obsession, several insist it was during a 1902 weekend in Atlantic City with his family  that he first saw Floyd Carver’s famous Diving Horses attraction and caught the bug. Others maintain it came from an account of a New York City cop who accidentally rode his horse off the Brooklyn Bridge in 1903; though the cop drowned, the horse saved itself, and swam easily to shore. Regardless of which story is true, swimming horses became a major theme in Trembley’s work over the next two decades.

In 1905 he wrote the first of these swimming horses anthems, “Blue Ponies In The Stream.” Manically performed by Florence Lawrence in the silent movie Palomino Polly, it became a worldwide hit. Families around the country gathered at the piano to play it, sheet music sales skyrocketed, as did sales of a player piano roll of it. Since eight-fingered Hank could not play the piano part correctly, it was performed instead by Hank’s friend Izzy Baline (who later changed his name to Irving Berlin, and, inspired by Trembley’s success, started writing his own songs. Inspired by Trembley, Berlin also played only in the key of F sharp.)

Suddenly Trembley was a household name, and savvy businessman that he was, he cashed in on the swimming horses craze sweeping through America that he sparked himself. In 1906, he wrote more than a dozen aquatic equine songs, including “My Soggy Appaloosa” and “Dunkin’ Donkeys,”  which years later became the title song of the celebrated western starring Lash LaRue.

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Trembley in Atlantic City, 1905, the first and last time he swam with a horse.

It was in 1919 that Trembley wrote the song for which he’s still most famous, “My Miami Mammy.” Though credited to both Trembley and Al Jolson, in fact Jolson had no part in its authorship, but insisted on credit in exchange for recording the song. Trembley agreed, as did all other songwriters at the time hoping to make a living. The song went to Number One, and has since been recorded by over 612 singers, including Judy Garland, Bing Crosby, Eugene Debs, Ethel Merman, Ethel Waters, Mamie Eisenhower,  Sonny & Cher, Debbie Boone, Marilyn Manson, Trixie (formerly Victor) Lesko and David Lee Roth.

Its origins, Trembley revealed in 1935 (two years past his own death), came from a summer in 1918 he spent in Miami, working in the service of the Jewish mob there – also known as Undzer Shtik, or Kosher Nostra. Needing a summer job, he asked his father to pull some strings, which led to  a well-paid internship as a bootlegger during Prohibition, buying bootleg wine from family friend Rabbi Dov Manischewitz, and his twin sons Adolph and Julius, and selling it to various temples. He also learned the ropes of loansharking, gambling, bookmaking, and taxidermy, and devised the successful plan to fix the 1919 World Series. (All were talents and skills, he said in a 1931 Russian radio interview, which served him well as a songwriter.) 

It was during that summer that he met the real-life “Miami mammy” of his song, Ester Litwak, mother of the Jewish mobster “Slovenly” Tony Litwak, a profligate, alcoholic dwarf who loved nothing more than a clever song lyric, of which Trembley had a bounty. Invited by Tony to a Shabbos dinner at his mother Ester’s Miami apartment, Trembley bonded with her over their mutual appreciation of herring (as well as chopped liver, tzimas and kreplachs), and wrote several songs for her, of which this remains the only famous one. (Sadly, it remains pretty much his only remembered song.)

In 1920, Hank wrote the songs for a Broadway revue, “The Liverwurst Follies,” which starred Ethel Merman, with a book written by George and Ira Gershwin’s younger brother, Gummo Gershwin. Though it opened and closed in less than a week,  it did contain two songs which have since becomes standards, “Cry Me A Liver,” and a song later adapted by Paul Simon, “Fifty Ways To Leave Your Liver.”

Simon, who triggered the emergence of World Music with Graceland in the 1980s, was also inspired (though he’s repeatedly denied it) by Trembley’s early forays  into world music, most notably his synthesis of African tribal rhythms with Hawaiian ukulele music in 1927’s “Honolulu Zulu,” performed by Mattie Dorsey. Trembley followed that hit with another early world music composition, “Coconut Latkes,” which was recorded by Sy Kershbaum and His Silver Trousers Orchestra.

In the early thirties Hank collaborated frequently with the periodontist-songwriter  Herb “Gefilte” Fischman, and moved to Beverly Hills, where, tragically, his life was cut short in the summer of 1933 in a freak mahjongg accident. (To this day, many historians and card-sharks alike insist his death was no accident but a suicide. Yet the thought of  anyone attempting suicide by swallowing 144 mahjong tiles still seems ludicrous now as it did then.)

But although the man is long gone, his legacy lives on. Inducted to the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1967 (and deducted in 1971), he remains most beloved in his native Yonkers, especially during the one-week Trembleyfest held each August in Tibbetts Brook Park, where children and adults alike swim with horses in the giant pool there. As he wrote back in 1905, “when you swim with ponies in a stream/life is but a lovely dream.”

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Trembley in 1932 with his attorneys,    Saul and Melvin Winkelberg



The Man Who Would Be King of the Blues: Tab Benoit

•October 10, 2017 • 13 Comments


“If you really want to know how to play the blues? Watch Tab Benoit.”
— B.B. King

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The Man Who Would Be King
Of The Blues:

Tab Benoit



“When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times and to the latest.”
– Henry David Thoreau

Though those words were written by Thoreau, they easily could have come from Tab Benoit, a hard-driving, multi-award-winning locomotive of a blues guitarist and songwriter out of the bayous of Southern Louisiana. Recognized by all the best in his genre and recipient of a multitude of awards for his prodigiously authentic journey through the blues, he’s an artist who has always maintained a direct and visceral connection with tradition, while forever evolving and moving forward into the musical future.

Having made music professionally for almost three decades, this Louisiana Hall of Fame inductee is still considered a “new guy of the blues.” Beloved for his gravelly, Delta-inspired vocals and candid lyrics, his high-voltage, electric-Cajun-delic concerts never fail to send his audiences, and often his band, into the stratosphere. And beyond.

At a festival in Frisco, Colorado, following an especially rousing version of his original “Bayou Boogie,” his drummer Terrance Higgins seemed completely entertained, while Corey Duplechin, his bassist of twenty years, exclaimed, “Dude! You can’t play that fast at this altitude!”

Yet Tab does project a perpetual air of “fear no danger” as he lyrically, instrumentally and vocally dares you to think he is not serious:

A little pepper makes it fine!

Take it down with some homemade wine!

Get yourself another plate!

Before it gets too late!

While it’s running down your chin

I’m gonna play you bayou boogie again!

 I’m gonna boogie!

You’re gonna boogie!

We’re gonna boogie!

C’mon – let’s do that bayou boogie all night long!!

(Repeat like a thousand times and then:

“Y’all, I can’t boogie no mo!!!”)


As a teenager he performed at the extraordinarily rustic Blues Box in Baton Rouge, LA with blues legends Tabby Thomas, Henry Gray, Raful Neal and others who grew up at the knees of the sons and daughters of the founders of the blues – the field hands who bellowed call and response rituals during their dark history and plight. The Blues Box was legendary in the blues world with the likes of Big Mama Thornton, Guitar Kelly, and Silas Hogan regularly jamming on the stage back in the day. Frequented through the years by luminaries such as Paul Newman, Bruce Springsteen and Shaquille O’Neal, The Blues Box was renowned for not for daylight, but for authentic blues.

A direct conduit, not many others can claim these influential elements of the blues with the same authority as he can. Using no pedals or effects, the haunting tones he invokes with those elements from his worn-to-the-grain vintage 1972 Fender Telecaster Thinline are uniquely his, and ethereally stunning. This is not mimicry, this is solid inspiration fed by those Louisiana blues legends who studied under the genre’s founders. And the bayous, where the organic rhythms of music and nature ebb constantly, were the backdrop of Tab’s childhood backyard and where he still makes his home to this day.

Of Cajun descent, he remains devoted to his hometown in Southern Louisiana.  His commitment and stewardship are evident in his constant work as an avid environmental conservationist. His mission is to save and ultimately restore this region, which is in constant danger of being washed away, within a generation, due to cataclysmic coastal erosion. This includes New Orleans, the birthplace of Jazz.

(The lack of marshes in Southern Louisiana is contributing to increasingly damaging storms out of the Gulf as the recent flooding in Houston can attest. Tab’s own family has lost 260 acres out of 300 in the last twenty years.)

As founder and President of the nonprofit Voice of the Wetlands organization (“VOW”), Tab has banged the drum of concern for over two decades including a searing testimony to Congress.

In addition to bringing the message on tour through his music, he also oversees an annual music festival, “The Voice of the Wetlands Festival,” every October near the bayous of Houma, Louisiana.  The idea is to bring awareness of the national and global adversarial effects of losing the nation’s largest port and the most active foreign trade zone. The festival brings world class talent and regional talent together to discuss and to jam for three days and until the wee hours of the morning. Anyone from Joe Bonamassa to Samantha Fish jam with bayou legends as attendees from around the world find their inner rockin’ Cajun at this growing festival, now recognized as the number one Louisiana festival outside of New Orleans.

In addition, his musical talent continues to be rewarded with industry wide respect as he’s invited at any moment to jam with everyone from Bonnie Raitt and Buddy Guy to Quinn Sullivan and Taz.

Photo by Drew Stawin

Despite all of this, in years past he has shared his reservations about one aspect of his craft: his songwriting.

“All I know is what I feel,” he said to Offbeat magazine. “If it feels good, I do it. When it comes to using my head and writing lyrics, I can’t do it.” This approach has resulted in writings in more recent years that are beautiful because of their lack of complexity – refined only because of the bold internal editing that occurs before the pen hits the page.

His dedication and perseverance extends back to his earliest days in the Baton Rouge blues scene. Those were the days when Tabby Thomas used to escort him out of The Blues Box with a gun because vagrants would have mugged him for his guitar. As one Texan reviewer stated back then, “[Tab] plays as though his life depends upon it.” Probably that writer didn’t know just how true that statement was.

And if further doubts about his convictions still linger, it should be remembered that at the age of twenty he walked away from financial security — a burgeoning pilot’s career and a position in the family oil business — in order to pursue music. In Frisco, when this subject was delicately broached, about his family he said, “Oh, they disowned me!” For the first time, he further elaborates on this in the following interview.

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A private person and a reluctant, rare interviewee, Mr. Benoit generously spoke for over three hours about all that has driven him, what inspires his works, and what keeps him in the game no matter how difficult or intimidating the counter forces.

In an unapologetic Cajun accent (“What? I have an accent?”) reminiscent of his friend Dr. John, we start Tab’s story with a discussion of his name:

TAB BENOIT: Well, the name Tab means “drummer.” When I was looking up baby names I found my name was in there and it meant drummer [Laughs].

Did your parents know that when they named you?

No. I told my mom that later and she said, “Well, there you go.”

[Laughs] How did they come up with the name Tab?

My mom liked the name Tab like Tab Hunter who was an actor back in the ’50s. She said she wanted to give me a name that nobody could have a nickname to. So, they wouldn’t shorten it and give me a nickname. Her family and her siblings all had nicknames and she hated it. She was like I want to give you a nickname [Laughs] right off the bat.

You started playing the guitar at nine. How young were you when you started playing the drums?

Before I was born!

Really? How so?

Well, according to my mom, I was kickin’ in the womb to whatever music was being played and there was a lot of music being played (everyone played an instrument – family, neighbors and friends).

My earliest memories are of sitting at a drum set, before I could walk, and swinging my foot into the drums.

Is it true you didn’t love the guitar you got for your ninth birthday?

No, actually I thought (the guitar) was cool, but I felt that I would give it to my little brother and teach him how to play guitar so that I could play drums along to something or with somebody and I just noticed that there were no drums anymore! [Laughs] The seed was planted though and I was determined to play music on something and if that’s what we had, then that’s what we had.

Though you’ve been playing professional for 20 years now, you’re still considered one of the new guys on the scene —  

Well, you know, when you have guys like B.B. King and Buddy Guy and all those guys that live to be ripe old ages and still out there you know kickin’… You know B.B. was still out there playin’ until the end. Till 89. I opened for B.B. for his last full show.

So, I mean when those guys are in their eighties [laughs], I guess I am the new guy! That’s the way I look at it…as far as the blues goes…it seems they all live to be an old age, y’know?. And still playin’ and still doin’ well. I mean Buddy’s gonna turn eighty like next month I think…

Wow. He does not look it.

No. And he’s still full of energy and he’s still full of fire…and still sings and plays as good as he ever has. So I am the new guy and I’m fine with that! It doesn’t really matter when it comes down to it. As long as someone out there knows what I do. My whole philosophy is that if there are at least more people in the crowd than we have in the band, we’re good. I only have a three piece band, so four people is a show!” [Laughs]

When you got that call to be in the B.B. King tribute for the final show of Jazz Fest this year, how did you feel in that moment?

Well, Quint Davis (director and producer of the New Orleans Jazz Fest) called me himself and I was like, “Are you sure?”  There are so many legends out there that I’m sure would have loved to be a part of that and he wanted to make sure that I was on it. Quint is a friend and a fan and he really listens and you know he comes out and sees me even on a normal basis you know – just out of the blue he’ll show up at shows in New Orleans and we’ll talk and a lot of times we’ll talk at one of my shows about the next Jazz Fest.

He put me on before Eric Clapton a couple of years ago. He definitely puts me in spots where people that might like what I am doing are gonna see me. So, you know I have to say that hands on, he’s trying to help get me in front of an audience that would probably appreciate what I am doing. And he knew that I played that gig with B.B. for that last show that he did and the history with me and B.B. so, you know.

The year before I opened for Buddy Guy (at Jazz Fest) and I had just played that (last) show with B.B… And me and Buddy were talkin’ about it and he was disappointed because they wouldn’t let him see him once they put B.B. King on hospice. They wouldn’t let Buddy see him. And Buddy and him were really great friends for years and years and years. So, he was kind of saddened by that so me and him up there together doing a tribute that’s an unbelievable thing you know. It’s one of those shows I’ll never forget. That’s definitely one of the highlights of my entire life right there. All in one place you know on that stage I mean … it‘s just really, really cool you know?

Well, and I can tell you that those of us out in the crowd knew it and felt it as well. Your connection with your audience is always remarkable and pure. Is that something you do on a conscious level every time? Or simply let it happen?

The only real conscious thing that I do is that I don’t control what is going to happen. I really want the moment to dictate itself to us and let us all take the moment for what we want to take out of it. That means me, the band and the entire audience. You know everybody there is a part of that moment. I like the fact that it takes the pressure off of me. When I allow the moment to dictate what’s going to happen and I don’t have to think about it.

I learned that from guys like B.B. King, Albert Collins and Buddy Guy – all of those blues guys – that’s what they did. When I saw Albert Collins at Tipitina’s – in the audience I felt like I was a part of that show. You could feel it. That’s what I wanted to achieve when I was going to do it. This is before I was known as a professional musician and I would go see bands. That’s all I wanted to achieve was the same thing they were achieving. I wasn’t trying to copy their playing or anything like that. I just wanted to try to make the audience feel the way they made me feel when I was in their audience. Doing it, getting out there, basically blind, it figures itself out. It’s more powerful than me. Who am I to try to control it, you know?

Not only that, but look at how many different venues we have to play, different size places and different size crowds and some of them are standing and want to dance and some of them are seated and want to listen. You can’t really work a rehearsed out show and have that work, universally, with every audience and every venue and every moment that we play. So I leave the moment open to itself then the show takes care of itself, you know?


A couple years ago I played a guy’s surprise birthday party in his garage.  What happened was I ended up playing drums all night while he played my songs [Laughs] on guitar and sang. That’s what he wanted to do so that was fine with me. That was his favorite show he’d ever seen me play in! [Laughs] I barely sang or played any guitar. But that’s what the moment wanted, that’s what he wanted, we go with it…

Photo by Drew Stawin


How long did it take you to learn to go with the moment in your live shows?

Not long. As soon as I started playing blues in front of people. The first blues jam I ever went to. That’s where it starts because you don’t know the band and we had never played with these guys before and you gotta get up there and try to not to run anyone out of the audience! [Laughs] That’s the first thing you do the first time you go jam with a blues band – just try not to kick anyone out by sounding bad. I think it starts right there.

You know the blues is a simple formula as far as the structure of the song. Then it’s just a matter of improvising the emotional parts and the moments that are happening right now. I couldn’t think about being nervous so hey, just let the nervousness be part of it. That can be energy.

Do you still get nervous up there?

No. I mean I was doing comedy for awhile so that pretty much killed the whole nervousness thing while playing music. I mean if I can walk out there with a couple more people, hey man that helps a lot. When you’re doing comedy you’re by yourself. I used to get so nervous at the beginning of that… that I had to be the nervous guy. That was my persona on stage, you know? And it worked. I got hired and I got gigs. And I got paid for it! [Laughs]

Yes, it’s said that comedy is the most difficult art form —

Yeah. You know, nothing I did in life was wasted. Everything I tried ended up working its’ way into what I do. And making it what it is. Keeping it comfortable and keeping it alive I guess? Music needs to be alive. It needs to be a living thing which means it’s constantly changing and moving. And it’s got to find a way to survive. I don’t want to stop that.  The only thing I can do is stop that from happening.

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Photo by Drew Stawin

In terms of your songwriting, you have an exceptional penchant for being concise and direct. How do you achieve that? How do you keep your writing concise, yet beautiful?

Well, from my perspective what it comes down to — and I think many songwriters are in the same bag with me — and that’s the one element we don’t want to be is cheesy! [Laughs] Every songwriter. Let’s just try not to be the cheesy guy. A lot of times what makes it cheesy, is over -thinking things. Trying to squeeze something in there that really doesn’t belong, but hey it’s gotta rhyme so we gotta throw it in there. There is always something in a song that does that.

I think the one thing that I do and I do it the same as I do shows or anything else and it’s – I let it write itself. If I have to haggle on it, I usually just throw it away. I am not a guy that goes out and writes a hundred songs and then picks the best four of them for the album. I write twelve songs and they are all going to go on the album. There’s no filler. So that means every song has to mean something and every song has to come up naturally.

If you look at interviews with songwriters who had hits, usually the biggest hit that they ever had was the song that they wrote in three minutes. It took as long to write it on the paper as it did to write the song. That says something right there.

I gotta play this stuff every night too. If it’s something that I don’t like right off the bat, then why would I record it and then put myself through that every night of having to play a song that I don’t like? [Laughs] And it’s not comfortable. The songs that are the most comfortable are the ones that I finish. When they’re comfortable, they’re natural and when they’re natural, they’re organic and they’re real and that’s not cheesy, you know?

An example of that would be your song “Nice and Warm”, which you almost didn’t record —

Well, because that was my first experience in a studio and I wrote the song the night before we went into the studio. It woke me up basically. And I thought that I’d heard it before. So, I didn’t think it was my song. The whole song was there, I could hear it in my head and it kept waking me up and I couldn’t sleep and I was going into the studio for the first time with a record label behind me to record the first ever recording that I was going to do that would go out to the public and so you know there were some nerves there and anxiousness and I really thought when I woke up that I’d heard the song somewhere else.

So I wrote down the lyrics and when I woke up they were all there… and as the day went on we recorded like four or five songs. I mean, right before we were about to pack up I said “Well, let’s just play this one. I got this song.  I don’t know where it came from, but let’s just play it.” And the first take is what went on the record. We played it once…

That’s amazing.

The band had never heard it; I had never played it before… It was just a song I‘d heard in my head and y’know come to find out nobody else had written it so… [Laughs]

Thank goodness right?

Right! Alright, cool. I’ll put my name on it then! [Laughs]

…You know some good friends got together

And they took me away

From this old alley

To a warm place I could stay

And I can’t wait to get back home

Where the sun is always… nice and warm

You know I am so happy to be here with you all

And that old nasty chill is gone…

Does it amaze you sometimes that a song that maybe almost did not end up on that CD catapulted you on to the world stage?

Yeah, I do think about it and the only thing that would have kept me from doing it was me. And that’s one of the lessons I learned from that was “Hey man, stop talking yourself out of it and just go do it. Don’t be afraid of it, just do it, let it happen the way it’s going to happen.

I can’t say that I have ever recorded an album to where I went “Wow, that’s great shit” y’know? I really don’t care to listen to my own stuff and I think that’s normal. Let the audience judge whether it’s good or not. It’s not for me to make a call if it’s good or not. If it’s honest I can live with it. If it’s not then I can’t. That’s all that I try to accomplish. Same way in the writing part of it too, y’know? It all works together and it all really comes out the same way to me. It’s all just throw it out there, be honest, let it happen. I just want it to be honest…

Sure. Good, bad or indifferent, it’s honest.

Right. I mean there are songs that I recorded that I never thought an audience would like… [Laughs]. But, there was something that had to come out and then you go play shows and that’s the one their requesting all the time. So who am I to be the judge of that? That’s for them to judge…

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 “Night Train” is one of your most requested songs and it connects with the older and younger audiences alike.

That’s another one of those four minute songs – don’t think about it, don’t over think it, just go play it… I think that’s the concept that always connects with people. It seems the ones that there are the most requests for are the simpler songs…

…I’m a night train baby

Rolling nine hundred miles

Can’t you hear me comin’

Ain’t stopping ‘til the morning light


Keep it burnin’ baby

Got that fuel for my fire

You know – smokin’ that track thru Memphis

Ain’t stoppin’ ’til the morning light

Photo by Drew Stawin

Ain’t no time for trouble baby

I got my midnight burnin’ bright

Keeping one eye on the crossroad

I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til the mornin’ light

As far as trying to reach an audience, I get younger people that talk to me about what’s the best advice I could give them. And I always tend to gravitate toward telling them that if no one in that audience has ever heard of you, you have to find something that’s somewhat familiar to that audience so that they will stop and listen.

I have heard artists say “Well, I’m just going to go out there and play my show. If they like it, they like it. If they don’t, they don’t.” Well that’s fine if you are not trying to be a professional. You know there’s two different things here. A professional artist is selling artwork. So you have to have something that is attractive to the audience that’s going to potentially buy your artwork. Being a professional means you have to sell it. If you are being a pure artist for yourself – then it doesn’t matter. Then you don’t have to worry about anyone buying it.

I always try to tell the younger people – I’m not saying you have to play a burnt out everybody-has-to-do-it kind of song. I’m not saying you have to do “I Got My Mojo Workin”. You can do an original song, but if it has some kind of familiar element to an audience, you have a better chance of hooking them in. Then you can show them something that they have never heard before.

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I still think there is an element of something recognizable that draws the audience in and it seems to work with bands that are coming up. Every time I see a new act the big song that gets everybody hooked on them is something that’s familiar and it’s something that is simple. It’s not some complicated piece of music that everyone has to go “wow” on…

How soon in your career did you learn this?

Well, I started writing as soon as I got a guitar. I think the first thing I played on the guitar was something I had written. It seems I can remember writing a song about a car. I wasn’t old enough to drive yet so I dreamed my dream car or something. I remember playing it for my babysitter and she said, “Wow! That’s good!” So she had me record it on a little tape recorder for her. I was like “cool!” You know it was the kind of thing where I just had something to say with music.

The first time you walked into the Blues Box and there is Tabby Thomas, what immediately went through your head?

First time I walked in there, I got there early so I could meet him and talk to him. I got there so early he was unlocking the front door himself. He was stocking the bar because there was a jam session that night. I showed up ridiculously early, but it gave me a chance to sit and talk with him and get to know him. And he was like “Well alright, y’know before you get up and play your stuff, you gotta play with me first.” And I was like well alright, that’s even better! [Laughs] That’s what I was hoping would happen!

And did you feel like you were ready?

Yeah! Oh yeah, because I was playing around Houma and Thibodeaux and trying to put blues around here and it really wasn’t clicking that well. People were like “Man, what you doin’ playin’ blues stuff man?” They wanted to hear Classic Rock or Country or something like that. Something “familiar”, y’know? [Laughs] So, I was like well I’ll play this Jimi Hendrix version of this song. [Laughs] And, I’ll play the Allman Brothers version of that song. “Hey, alright cool!” And they would start listening.

And then one guy came up to one of those jam nights. I used to host a jam night here in town every Tuesday and he came up to me and said “Man, if you want to play blues you gotta go to Tabby’s Blues Box in Baton Rouge.”

So, when I went over there the first thing Tabby told me was, “You see that sign on the wall?! It says Tabby’s Blues Box and Heritage Hall! We don’t play nothin’ but blues in here. A lot of you young guys, y’all come in here and y’all want to play rock ‘n roll. That ain’t gonna happen! We just do the blues – strictly blues!” I was like “THANK YOU!! I can’t wait! This is what I have been waiting to hear!” So, it was like a welcoming mat to me. It was like hey come on in – this is the place for ya, y’know?

As you well know, the blues over the last thirty or so years has had its’ heyday and then it waned. Fortune Magazine recently predicted that the blues is about to experience an unprecedented resurgence. What are your thoughts on this?

Well, pop and all of that other stuff all came from blues. Blues was the original form of American music. So, I think what happens is people come out with tricks in the pop world of music and then the audience gets smart to the tricks. And then they figure out well that’s just a trick now, so they start looking for something real again and there’s the blues – it’s always there – it’s always on the back porch.

The front porch might look prettier, and it might have all of the flowers and the wreath on the door, but the back porch drives the whole house hold. That’s where you go out and watch the birds and drink coffee in the morning and talk about real stuff. The big decisions are made on the back porch, not the front.

Would you advise the upcoming generation to learn that?

It’s a good place to start. You know forget the flash – the attractant. You know there are a lot of young blues artists out there who are fishing.  And I kind of equate it to fishing. You go out there and you want to throw a big old shiny lure, but sometimes the fish just want the plain old worm. And that’s the one go to thing that they will always bite on no matter what time of year. Because if you use artificial ones you have to change colors and you have to change styles and you have to keep changing with the season and try to keep up with the fish, but hey the old worm still always works.

It kind of goes back to what we were saying about something familiar. The blues really is the most familiar, in musical terms, for everybody. It’s the one simple formula of music that just cuts to the bone and everybody can appreciate. It’s just not always in the forefront where everybody can directly see it, but when they hear it – hey it’s familiar – no matter what style of music they listen to…

B.B. King once said that if you want to know how to play the blues, watch Tab Benoit. How did that strike you?

Well, I don’t know. That’s a shocking statement to me. I did hear that and I had people talk to me that met B.B. and he told them to come see or listen to me. You know maybe he just understood where I was coming from. I am sure he did in that he was a very smart person and musically intelligent also. I know he really knew the difference between the real stuff and something that was fake. The first time I opened for him he sat beside the stage and watched my whole show.

Wow – no pressure right? [Laughs]

No! [Laughs] And, I kept looking over there! I figured he would walk away at some point, but he didn’t. Man, he stayed there until I walked off the stage and I walked right up to him and he invited us to join him on his bus and hang out with him after his show. That’s how cool he was and how generous he was. The only thing I can think was that maybe he was seeing the honesty that was there. You know and I gave him my full attention every song.

First of all, remember I don’t know what is going to happen next so I have to give my full attention. When you play in the moment you are forced into paying extra attention because you don’t know what is coming next. Nothing is rehearsed. The band doesn’t know what’s coming next so I have to lead them around also. And the audience doesn’t know…

Sure. So you have to stay present no matter what and bring your best game…

Yeah. Look, I know from being a fan of other people and an audience member – because I like to listen as much as I like to play – I notice instantly when the band is distracted or not fully into what they’re doing. I have seen huge artists where people have paid hundreds of dollars to sit in the seat and watch and I’m going “Man, I can’t even sit through this whole thing.”

I have to go somewhere else – just to see something where somebody is trying. I am talking even Karaoke night at the lounge at the Holiday Inn would be better than that! Because whether people can sing or not doesn’t matter because at least everybody that is getting up there is trying. And I appreciate that more than I appreciate a great singer walking up there who is just going through the motions. So I try, no matter who is listening or watching, to give it my full attention.

You mentioned rehearsal. It’s surprising to learn that you don’t rehearse. I imagine there were a lot of family jams growing up where no one rehearsed, you just showed up and did your best. Is that what you did?


Because it is quite stunning that you don’t rehearse —

I think it’s stunning to have a rehearsal!” [Laughs] You have to do the same thing. You may as well be working in an assembly line job if you are going to do that. You have to keep putting that screw in that hole every time you see that hole come around. And I feel for those people. I know somebody has to do that job. That doesn’t fit me and it doesn’t fit artwork in general, because we are trying to sell artwork. We’re artists. I am a live artist. So, I am painting a picture and it’s a different picture with a different canvas every night. But, it’s a musical picture.

It’s like if you hired Van Gogh, you wouldn’t ask him to paint the same thing again–
Yeah, I just want you to do ‘Starry Starry Night’ man. [Laughs] Yeah, just do that, I like that one…It would be like a paint again request, right? So, I think that in this genre I am in it is not only open for that, but it’s what it demands.

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One of my favorite Lightnin’ Hopkins albums is one of the last ones he did where a guy found him in a boarding house in Houston – they all thought he was dead. They actually kind of kicked him and this guy took a recorder, a guitar and a bottle of gin and went to his (Hopkins) rental shack and sat down and just recorded him holding a microphone up to him and his guitar. This is a whole albums’ worth of material that Lightnin” Hopkins wrote right then. It was like ‘this is happening now”. He didn’t even own a guitar. This is powerful stuff. It doesn’t get more powerful than that.”

Back in the day when you were at The Blues Box, did you know who these old blues guys were?

I knew they were important in the blues world, but I also knew them as friends and family. They treated me like family from day one. Tabby, Raful Neal and Henry Gray and all of the people there just treated me like I was part of the family. I guess it would be like if your Grandpa was famous. You know he might be famous to the rest of the world, but really when it comes down to it your relationship with him is that he’s still your Grandpa. You just want to hang around with him because he’s cool. This is my cool Grandpa who happens to play music…

Do you think that without the experience that you had playing with these guys, would you have a different career today?

There would be something that would be different. I can’t say exactly how different it would be. I mean there was definitely a drive on me to be a live musician. I was getting a lot of encouragement from people around me. I mean for me to quit the job that I had. You know I went through a lot of schooling and all of that just to become a pilot. You know that’s not a cheap occupation to get involved in. You know my parents spent a lot of money.

You basically had to disconnect from your family to launch your career. What advice do you give to young musicians facing that same kind of adversity, especially on the family level?

That’s a tough thing to try to encourage some young person to go against their family. I don’t know that I would actually ever be able to do that. But, I would tell them this – you’ll know it when it hits you because there won’t be any other decision in your way. If it presents itself to you that strongly like it did to me then there’s only one way to go. It takes all the options out of it.

Because you know before that I had so many options. Because you know I was doing comedy and I was doing music on the weekends and stuff like that. And I was racing cars and racing motorcycles and I was good at a lot of those things and you know I grew up in the oil field support business and the machine shops so I can weld and I can machine and I can do all that kind of stuff. There was a lot of things I could have done for a living.

And before that it was like there were too many choices and it made the decision very difficult to make. And so I chose flying because it was something that interested me in this area and the oil field business and there was work for that here. And I liked the fact that it’s that singularity kind of thing where once the wheels leave the ground it’s on me and I enjoyed that. I liked not being stuck in an office or behind a machine or something like that.

It plays in the same way in my being in music and comedy and performing.   You get up there and it’s on you. You’re on your own up there. Once you start you know you have to land! [Laughs] And it was a similar kind of thing, but it just got to the point where I was getting more offers to play music and I was offered more money to play music than I was making as a pilot (for Hammond Air of Houma, LA). So then financially I was giving up a job where I was making less money to go do a job where I was making more money and doing a job I love to do. And so it was a no brainer.

Yet it must have been hard to tell your parents music was to be your life, and not business.

You almost have to be a kid to make that decision, to where you’re going to have time if it doesn’t work to recover from it. And you got to start this before you have a family and responsibilities. Because you are not going to be able to support a family at the beginning you know? And if you can, someone else is going to be in charge of your career and that means you signed a deal with somebody who controls you and that’s a horrible thing to have to try to get out of. So, I don’t wish that on anybody. I get scared of record deals, you know?

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At the VOW Festival

Now you’re at a juncture where you can take on other things in addition to your live performance career and recording career, most notably founding the non-profit VOW. And once again you find yourself in an adversarial position. Not just with some of the oil corporations, but perhaps with some family members.

Well, the truth always wins. When you know the difference – when you know the truth versus what you’re told –  you’re kind of forced into a position where you either lie to yourself and just continue to listen to the garble you are being fed or you step up and try to uphold the truth knowing what it is.

I learned so much from flying along the coast of Louisiana that I saw it from a bird’s eye view and there was no mistaking what I was seeing. It got to the point that I kept my pilot’s license up and I was able to show people who were trying to contradict me what I was seeing. So, I was able to cut out all the middle man stuff and say if you want to know where I am getting my information from, here it is. Because when you have the truth on your side, you don’t have to worry about it. It takes care of itself and there’s nothing to hide.

And that’s the reward for doing this. I mean, I don’t know that I will ever be able to get anything fixed on the ground, but I know for sure that I will be able to go out there and hold up some element of truth in all of this. Every time something happens down in Louisiana the world is like “what happened”?

There’s a big reward there for everybody in this country, not just me, for upholding the truth. It’s our duty. They were actually welcoming me in those big doors (Congress).  They wanted to hear what I had to say. And, we have to be proactive in protecting our rights. We can’t take it for granted that our elected officials in Washington are going to protect our rights. That’s actually our job…

So, with infinite personal sacrifices including losses in Katrina and Rita and probably more to come, Tab has become the town crier for the region and potentially the nation. An ongoing David against Goliath story, he prefers influence over credit any day of the week…

Ma cherie, she has left me for good.

After I gave my love for so long.

She’s out there with somebody new

And I just can’t sit here alone, no


But it’s so hard to drive with these tears in my eyes

And it takes a long time to get to Baton Rouge

And all I want is to hear somebody play my song

Lord when a Cajun man gets the blues.


When I’m feeling the weight of the water

Lord I know that there’s blues in the Quarter

If I could hold back my tears and make it there.

I’d be alright

But I might need you, New Orleans, every night


Now when I’m feeling the pain, the bayou’s

Calling my name

And that’s an offer I can’t refuse

Oh it’s hard to miss you Louisiana

When a Cajun man gets the blues


An Afterword from the Writer:

At the 2013 Wanee Festival in Live Oak, Florida, Tab is invited up onstage by the late Gregg Allman and his son, Devon Allman, to join them for a rousing eight minute rendition of “One Way Out.” Afterwards, to the immense ovation of screaming hoots and hollers from the standing crowd, the musicians take their bow. Flanking Tab Benoit is Gregg Allman on his right and Devon Allman to his left – a bridge between past and present.

As Thoreau wrote, “I am related to the earliest times and to the latest.”

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Movies: Hurricane on the Bayou (IMAX) starring Tab Benoit, Amanda Shaw and the wetlands challenges. Narration provided by Meryl Streep.






On the Passing of Songwriter-Singer-Beloved Friend Sandy Ross.

•May 10, 2017 • 1 Comment
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                                          Sandy Ross at Republic of Pie, North Hollywood, California.                                          Photo by Paul Zollo


Our dear friend, fellow songwriter-singer, life lover and cherished friend Sandy Ross died this week. This is a message to all her friends and fans from her partner in life and love, also a cherished friend, Lee Hirsch. 

Dear Friends and Colleagues of Sandy Ross:

It is with great sadness that I tell you of the passing of contemporary folk and acoustic blues songwriter-performer, Sandy Ross. She was surrounded by her family and loved ones, when she left us, on Saturday, May 6, 2017.

Sandy was known for her laughter, that bright smile with her twinkling eyes, and her welcoming ways, and of course her many talents, musically. She entertained audiences with her own special blend of contemporary folk and acoustic blues for more than four decades. Originally from Phoenix, Arizona, she spent the ’70s in Los Angeles, working as a staff songwriter for Warner/Chappell Music and producing demos on a single-song basis for nine other major song publishers including: Filmways Music, MCA Music, and
Screen Gems/EMI.

During that decade she had songs recorded by Kim Carnes and Anne Murray at a time when they were at the height of their careers. In addition, she released an indie LP of her own performances (A Lady of a Different Time, 1971). She was a regular singer-songwriter throughout the greater Los Angeles area and also booked other performers of many different genres at various Hollywood live-performance venues, including
the Los Angeles Performing Arts and Folklife Festival and the internationally-renowned Bla-Bla Cafe.

Sandy released three indie recordings in the’90s and toured the greater U.S. four times doing more than 48 live syndicated radio shows and 120 coffeehouse/bookstore performances.

In 1995, her third album and first CD, Portraits of Innocence, made the FOLKDJ-L Top 50 and received airplay on folk shows on 387 radio stations, including rotation play on 17
Americana reporting stations. The Portraits of Innocence cut, “All My Heroes Sang the Blues,” not only made the Americana rotation, but was featured on the CBC in Canada and made Top 40 rotation play in Hong Kong, during that same time period.

In 1998 her CD, Coloring Outside the Lines, also made the FOLKDJ-L Top 50 (at number 9) when it debuted and in 1999 both CDs were incorporated into the Smithsonian Institute Folkways catalog, in addition to the Fast Folk recordings she made for the two Los Angeles compilation albums. (Sandy has the distinction of being the only Los Angeles singer-songwriter to have been included on both LA Fast Folk compilations.)

In 2005 Sandy wrote and compiled the book A Place Called the Bla-Bla Cafe, which is an insider’s look at Hollywood talent showcasing against the historically political backdrop of the 1970s. The book has received great reviews and accolades from indie book  ublishing organizations and readers’ websites, including a 2007 Independent Publishers Book Award (IPPY).

Sandy’s most recent CD, Grandma’s Got a Boombox, 2015, was exceptionally
well-received by the folk/acoustic music community. It reached number 14
on the Folk Radio Top 70, was on the charts for six months straight after its release, and at year end was the 53rd most played album of the year (out of the top 300). “Distant Campfire,” from that album, reached number six on the Top Folk Songs chart, and was the 26th most played folk song for 2015.

Sandy just completed her last project, an acoustic blues compilation CD, All My Heroes Sang the Blues (May 2017), which is scheduled for release this May/June.

There will be a CD Release party/Celebration of Life, for Sandy, but information is not available at this time. When it is, you’ll be notified of the details.

Again, I share your sorrow. Can’t help but wonder where all that intelligence, humor, and love she so willingly shared, went. She will be missed by so many, but none more than I.

      –Lee Hirsch, May 9, 2017


Sandy & Lee