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Van Dyke Parks Brings Awakening of Hope to the Getty

Featuring
Gaby Moreno
Cory Beers Cimbalom Band


November 30, 2023

Getty Center, Los Angeles
California, USA

Gaby Moreno & Van Dyke Parks

By PAUL ZOLLO

Just when it seemed all hope was lost, this happens.

It was a beautifully heartfelt musical celebration featuring two of Los Angeles’ greatest attributes: the beloved maestro of multitudes, Van Dyke Parks (not a native, but a longtime Angeleno who moved here from his Hattiesburg home in 1961 and has had a profound impact on our town) – and The Getty Center, a glorious and sprawling mountaintop temple to the arts above our city. 

It’s been hard for those of us who live above ground in America to remain hopeful during this time of disinformation and dissonance, especially with the phrase “sleepwalking towards tyranny” ominously repeating like a refrain on the news.

Van Dyke is tuned in to this with much intensity. But he wasn’t there to curse the darkness, as he wrote in the program. Instead he came to provide a musical sunrise. And to “ share these bright lights that are here tonight, in the joys of a multicultural reawakening.” 

It was a joyful awakening.

Instead of diatribes or outrage, without words he reminded us of all that is luminous in the human heart, and its boundless capacity for expression. It was hopeful, confirming the real-time magnifience of music that is inherent in the human spirit, the unbound potential of true mastery of music, which requires a true lifetime of devotion and work.

It also confirms that humans can still work together at a level like this, to create something both passionate and perfect right before our eyes and hearts. It’s better than the magic magicians make, though that is entertaining. But here there is no trick or illusion. As Tom Petty said, it’s real magic.

After all, Van Dyke Parks is no sleeper. Nor dozer or snoozer. Although he’s written many songs which resound as sweetly as lullabies, this maestro has been thoroughly awake for eight decades now, remarkably, always tuned in and understanding the dynamics at play. He has awakened songwriters and civilians alike through these decades. And always, without fail, he has given us hope. That all we held as precious – such as much – matters still. Maybe more than ever. In this season of division, he came to celebrate the connections, as he always has, and prove with music that which is beyond words.

Because music itself – as created by humans and which stirs our souls and fortifies our spirit – is undeniable proof. Proof that humanity matters still, and even now can speak directly to the human heart with art of undeniable beauty.

If anyone could  bring that truth home, it is Van Dyke Parks. There exist few greater champions of the boundless beauty of music itself, and the lifelong devotional artistry of musicians and songwriters. His ecumenical embrace of all the world’s music and the unifying force of music itself shines in all his music, and was received on this night with great love, gratitude and awe.

The most common reaction was simply awe, for which there were few words other than than a hushed, somewhat stunned “Wow.” Which said it all. 

Gaby Moreno with Van Dykje Parks at the Getty, singing Bob Dylan’s “I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight.”
Video by Michael Changg. @officialgabymoreno

It’s the third time Van Dyke has performed here. And this time, as he told the audience, when they asked what he wanted, his first request was that Mr. Getty cover the cost of tickets, as a gift to his audience. And they said yes. And to see music of this greatness in L.A. in a venue so majestic usually costs a lot more than free. 

And the bright lights chosen were especially luminous. Gaby  Moreno is a remarkable singer of great purity and heartrending passion from Guatemala, with whom he made the glorious album  ¡Spangled!  On that album – and in their performances – was the fullness of the message. His connection with her was beautiful to behold, as was the purity and joy of the music they made.

Also the Cory Beers Cimbalom band was absolutely staggering. More below on them. It was music from Ukraine mostly that they shared and nearby, which connected beautifully with the music of Guatemala and California.

Van Dyke played the middle set of the night. Always he’s surrounded by the greatest musicians, and onstage is as funny and charming as he is serious. He’s been performing since he was a child, and is at home in front of a crowd as he is is the studio.

He’s the rare performer who seems to take more delight in championing other artists than himself. On this night he said he didn’t love the sound of his voice. Which was surprising, as it is one of the warmest and most friendly sounding voices there is, next to that of his good pal Harry Nilsson. 

Like Randy Newman, Lowell George, and most people who know him, Harry loved Van Dyke. Both are beloved forever, and always shared a spirit of sweetness in their singing, like fathers singing lullabies to their kids. 

Van Dyke  sang several of his classics, starting with the great “Vine Street,” written for him by Randy Newman, as well as “Opportunity for Two,” which has one of his most charming melodies.  He sang one of the greatest songs he wrote with Brian Wilson, and which was recorded with the Beach Boys, the expansive “Heroes and Villains.”

When he sang “Sail Away,” and explained that it unfortunately shares a title with a Randy Newman classic. His own  is entirely different, of course. It also has a joyful spirit, with his signature melodics that carry the tender sweetness of yesteryears. After singing it, he said, “I wrote that!” 

He sang the greatest  Brian Wilson song ever that Brian didn’t write, “Orange Crate Art,” the title song of the amazing album written by Van Dyke as a tribute to the beauty and history of this Golden State, as well as that of his friend Brian. (When I asked Brian about this song and album, he expressed awe. “That is a great, great album,” he said. “Only Van Dyke Parks could have done that. Nobody else could have done that.” 

The message being that humanity, despite much everyday evidence, is still capable of creating living art which is timeless and beautiful.

Before the music started, he came out in his blue overalls – the rustic genius  – evoking Will Rogers with his amiable Angeleno spirit of adventure, and warm whimsy. 

He said his wife Sally  “doesn’t watch the news; she is the news,” but admitted to being thoroughly glued to every “Dostoyevskyian development” in our current crisis of potential tyranny, and was worried.

To some perceived groans from the audience, he said in heated tones, “Excuse me, I’m 80! I’m not joking around here.

The finale: Van Dyke Parks at The Getty, “Sail Away.”
Video by Michael Changg.@officlalgabymoreno

Laughter. Also surprise. As he looks no older than he has for the last four decades. His hair was snow-white from early age, which made him seem older then. But now he’s 80? That seemed impossible. Especially to one can’t do math. (“There are three kinds of people,” he explained once, “people who can count and people who can’t.”) 

Always his music has been a healing balm for our battered spirits. But now more than ever it resounded was like a happy reunion of old-world spirit, and something undeniable – the genuine joy of music,  especially played live by virtuosos musicians . It is absolute truth. 

From that old world we remember also came good family men, and he is that. He honored his family with inclusion in this show, as he does in life.

His son Richard Parks, for the first time-ever live, played mandolin in his father’s band, beautifully “articulating the melodies on the double-strings,” as Van Dyke said. They are working on an album together. 

And beautifully tender watercolor paintings by his wife Sally Rightor Parks were the shifting background for the stage.

It was an exceptional, unparalleled night of music. As is his way with all his artistic endeavors, he never lets us down. Everything musical he touches shines with his signature delight in music. Always his spirit of joy nd the loving connection between great musiciasns s, has created music so rich and heartfelt that our spirits are buoyed always, and faith restored.

What he does – and has always done – is something that can’t be faked, or rendered by robots. This is human expression – it is singularly poignant, joyful and timeless.  

Gaby Moreno is a beautiful and passionate singer. With only acoustic guitar, her heart and a song, she is always inspirational. With Van Dyke. inside the songs and splendor of his brilliant arrangements she soared, and brought a beautiful clarity and calm fervor to each song.

Were they only to perform “Historia de un Amor,” and nothing else, it would have brought home the truth about humanity. Written and first performed by Panamanian songwriter Carlos Eleta  Almarán, it’s  one of the most translated songs ever, and with good reason. In this song is the eternal story of love with its mix of yearning, hope, bliss, and heartbreak. She sings it in Spanish. Yet even if you know only  poquito Espanol, the meaning is clear. With its visceral ascending minor-key melody, she sings it with stunning purity, as if it first poured out of her heart. Until you hear her sing it, you haven’t heard the fullness of the song. Other singers simply don’t bring it to the place she does, effortlessly. It was the centerpiece of her set, as it is on the album.

She performed it, as she did her entire set, with her band of wonderful musicians including Mr. Parks himself on piano. Pepe Carlos played counterpoint to the melodies on requinto  (like a gut-string guitar but smaller and higher-pitched). Also in the band is Sebastian Aymann, who is Gaby’s husband,  on drums, Anthony Wilson on guitar and Kimon Kirk on bass. 

The astounding accordionist J.R. Kaufman, who played first with the Cory Beers band and also with Van Dyke, also played in Gaby’s band. The man is an absolute virtuoso on accordion, which is not an easy instrument to play at all, and certainly not at his level. While pumping it and fleetly playing the fast left-hand bass notes, he played chords and melody and more all with his right hand, often at lightning speed – during which he never looked at the instrument, or any sheet music. The man is one with his accordion. 

Van Dyke seemed euphoric at the keys of the grand piano, tenderly reveling in every chord change and melodic leap. 

Embraced and empowered by Van Dyke’s  inspired arrangements and signature pianistic flourishes, she sang with unbridled joy, even on the sad songs, inhabiting each with tenderness and aching purity.  So much so that the message of love and faith was undeniable. Merge that spirit with the arrangement and orchestration of Van Dyke – live and/or on this record – and it resounds like the ultimate love song, which it is. 

It was a highlight of her set, and of ¡Spangled! itself, the great album that she made with Van Dyke.

Gaby Moreno & Van Dyke Parks, “Historia de un Amor” from ¡Spangled! 

Cory Beers is an absolute virtuoso of the Cimbalom,  a hybrid of hammered dulcimer and grand piano which he plays like a wizard. He was the opening act, and a remarkable one. He opened his set solo – yet solo when played by him sounds like a group – as he is playing chords against which he is hammering melodies in fast tempos. It is virtuoso playing of the highest order, as it is unfathomable and beautiful at the same time. 

The Cory Beers Cimbalom Band at Zebulon, 2015.

Then that dynamic expanded, as he brought in the other musicians – including J.R. Kaufman’s miracle playing on accordion, plus the soulful trumpet of Charles DiCastro and violin of Adam Ross, anchored by stand-up bass by Eliana Athayde. 

Gaby Moreno & Van Dyke Parks, “The Immigrants”
Written by David Rudder

¡Spangled!, the album, is a wonderful collaboration between Gaby and Van Dyke, released in 2019 on Nonesuch. They produced it together, and Van Dyke did the arrangements. On the album they brought in some of his old friends, who are also rather luminary: Ry Cooder on guitar, Jim Keltner on drums, Grant Geissman on guitar. And singing a vocal duet on “Across The Borderline,” written by Ry Cooder, John Hiatt and James Dickenson, is Jackson Browne. Plus two more legends: the late great Al Schmitt, who mixed it at his home studio – Capitol, on Vine Street – and Bernie Grundman, who mastered it. Not only does Van Dyke always bring the fullness of his spirit to everything musical that he makes, he calls his legendary friends. 

“We wanted to imagine an album that could unite both hemispheres of the Americas,” Gaby said to the writer Steve Hochman. “It’s not just Latin American music, but music that crosses borders, can make us all celebrate the diversity and richness and culture that exists. It’s the whole continent. I think of it as all one America: North, Central and South. It’s a beautiful thing we should all be proud of.”

That album, and this concert. combined or taken separately, are each potent antidotes for the pervasive “nothing matters anymore” epidemic. The proof is in the music.

And in the musicians always who make the music. To whom we are grateful always.

It was music that mattered, and it helped. It was, as Van Dyke wrote, “a panorama of music that matters in context and currency. Front-page. Above the fold.” 

VAN DYKE PARKS AT THE GETTY

NOVEMBER 30, 2023
FEATURING:

CORY BEERS CIMBALOM band
Cory Beers, cimbalom
Adam Moss, violin
Eliana Athayde, bass
Charles De Castro, trumpet
J.R. Kaufman, accordion

VAN DYKE PARKS band
Van Dyke Parks, lead vocals, piano
Richard Hill Parks III, mandolin
J.R. Kaufman, accordion
Kimon Kirk, bass
Wally Ingram, percussion

GABY MORENO band

Gaby Moreno, lead vocals, guitar
Sebastian Aymanns, drums
Pepe Carlos, raquinto
Anthony Wilson, guitar
Kimon Kirk, bass
J.R. Kaufman, accordion
Van Dyke Parks, piano

WATERCOLORS
Sally Rightor Parks

Film Review

A Million Miles Away

Take Yes for an Answer

Fred Parnes’ documentary about Peter Case is a poignant tribute to this songwriter and to the artistry of songwriting


By PAUL ZOLLO

Bravo! Fred Parnes and his team have created a beautifully poignant, dimensional  and triumphant  film about the life and work of Peter Case. It’s remarkably intimate, told not at a distance from its subject but from its very core. With the great benefit of the artist himself being still with us and capable of telling his own story – plus a surprising bounty of sound footage found from his early days as a street-singer and with his first two bands, The Nerves and The Plimsouls – this is a film about a real songwriter unlike any other.

“I wanted to get out to California, where it seemed like people might understand if you were just gonna be a musician all the time,” says Peter in the film. “I clung to my guitar like a burning piece of wreckage on a sinking ship.” 

Peter Case, as many know well, has been wild in wreckage for decades – and also remarkably prolific – and has never gone down with the ship. Though various life events threatened to bring him down (heart surgery, Geffen Records), he prevailed. And steadily, through the years, while playing with his bands or solo, he’s been creating a beautifully expansive American songbook, distinguished both by its depth and diversity.

Like all of our greatest songwriter-artists, Peter’s had to endure all the anguish of being a unique artist in an industry. But unlike so many of the greatest ones, from Hendrix through Cobain and Amy Winehouse, he survived. And he flourished. Rather then ever be derailed or destroyed entirely, he was empowered and artistically unchained by each shift, and his songwriting deepened and expanded in every direction. 

By sharing Peter’s often rocky journey with such evident love for the unbound spirit of this man and his art, the film honors Peter in a way the world rarely honors songwriters. There’s a recognition of all that goes wrong behind anything that goes right, which is rarely because of the artist. This film resounds like a love-letter to songwriters and to the artistry of songwriting itself. It affirms that great songs still matter, and that real songwriters like Peter remain fully engaged in this ancient mission, connecting with their audiences despite all the old obstacles, and the new ones.

Parnes, a writer, actor and musician himself,  has a lot of insight into the dynamic of being an artist in the world, and avoids the usual simplistic depiction of the  music world as a complete racket run by execs no better than mobsters. Sure, that is part of the truth. But a larger truth emerges, which is that, separate from the music business is the music community, the musicians, songwriters, engineers, managers and all the others. And it is undeniable, and confirmed by this film, that those in the music community are bonded by an abundance of good will, gratitude  and real-time love.

This comes across in the reverent words of Peter’s peers, collaborators, friends and even music writers. Their love for the man and his music doesn’t diminish with passing time any more than the magic of the songs diminish. In fact, the opposite is true: awareness of this songwriter’s greatness, and the power of the songs themselves, continues to expand.

The most beautiful and genuine example of this is when Peter underwent emergency open-heart surgery, yet had no health insurance. Though his life was saved, he was unable to pay the astronomical bill. That’s when Van Dyke Parks stepped in, along with other fellow songwriter-artists including Joe Henry, T Bone Burnett and Richard Thompson, and held a benefit concert which raised substantial money.

As Van Dyke says in the film about this effort, “This is what we do.”

MusiCares, the charity wing of the Recording Academy, also helped Peter substantially as they have helped countless members of the music community since their start in 1983.

This truth is rarely expressed in such films. Though the corporate music industry might exploit and abandon musicians and songwriters, there is more love and support for musicians from fellow musicians and music folk than is known. Peter’s medical bill could have easily decimated a normal man with a regular family. Not so Peter, who was back on the road, in the studio, and writing new songs, soon as he was able.

Peter Case


Fred Parnes also made the great 1994 documentary on the Persusasions, Spread the Word: The Persuasions Sing Acapella, a film Peter loved and which he said warmed him to the idea of Fred making his movie.

Parnes lovingly relates Peter’s journey with much soul, laughter, music and visual grandeur as the artist drives all over creation from gig to gig. The lyrical editing by Kate Amend and Jordan Krause propel the film powerfully, and reveal the expansion of Peter’s songwriting with passages of many of his songs wed to visuals of the man almost always on the road, in motion.

This is a road story in many ways, a Homeric journey of the eternal troubadour, the true poet of the heart and soul; the brave, mystic jokerman escaping from the strictures of his home-town to join all the other black sheep of America and beyond with the limitless, playful, hopeful, and inspirational spirit of song.

All of this combines ideally into what is the most poignant, funny and beautiful filmic love letter to songwriting to come along in some while. It stands up beautifully with the two best so far – 2012’s AKA. Doc Pomus, about Doc Pomus, and 2010’s Who Is Harry Nilsson (And Why Is Everybody Talkin’ About Him)?  Both of these films pay tribute to great songwriters, and to the artistry of their work, which is why their songs still matter, and still move us.

Yet this film is different in many ways, the most prominent being that the songwriter is still alive and well. The present-day Peter becomes the film’s comforting nucleus, around which the film revolves. His real-time presence brings a great warmth, humor and intimacy to the film. Even when relating dark chapters of his life, such as his struggles with his father – and those with the music industry – he injects them with much levity, and usually aimed at himself.

A rebel from the start who always possessed a powerfully resonant singing voice, he was a kid who couldn’t easily fit into the world or even view it well – for awhile he saw everything flat, as in 2D, except for a few fully-dimensional friends. Yet in art – music, literature – he found his pathway, and by writing songs began to make sense of the world.

Always he was literate, funny, passionate and driven; much more a Lennon than McCartney, brilliant with biting wit, a resonant and passionate singing voice, and no phoniness. We learn of the ways his dad would denigrate him, often assaulting his open, artistic spirit by asking, “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I had nothing to say,” Peter remembers. Which is how he felt until he started writing songs, which helped him to discover what he did have to say. “I was tongue-tied,” he said, “in the face of life.”

Songwriting – the merger of words and music – allowed him the means to ascend, and he started writing what he considered “sky songs, ” which relieved the constant burden of gravity holding him down. He also actively deepened his own songwriting well; like Dylan in his early New York days who spent hours at the NY Public library absorbing all the poetry, philosophy , and even newspapers from previous centuries, Peter read his way through the famous City Lights bookstore, where he often crashed for the night.

We see him through the stages of his emergence as a musical force. First came The Nerves, a punkish power-pop trio he formed with fellow songwriter Jack Lee and drummer Paul Collins. Lee’s presence in the film – both in current interviews and in footage from the past – is compelling. (As is the odd folly of their choice of wardrobe – two-piece suits in the punk era.)

The Nerves

When that band broke up, just as at other key junctions in his life, Peter wasn’t defeated but emboldened. He decided to make his own band and do only his own songs. That was the Plimsouls . And they were great. Peter crafted great rockers for the band, and they started ascending. It’s there he broke through with the great triumph of his infectious “A Million Miles Away,” a bonafide radio hit.

Their success – and popularity – as he explains in the film, wasn’t random. They worked hard and put in serrious time to develop the singular character of the band, defining their sound and refining their arrangements and performance. It worked. The Plimsouls became beloved almost instantly, and started selling out each and every L.A. show. Signed by Geffen to Geffen Records, they made one album, and had one hit. A big one.

The Plimsouls, “A Million Miles Away”


It became a hit, and more. Chosen for inclusion in the film Valley Girl, in which Peter and his Plimsouls are seen in a club performing, the song was propelled in a bigger way than any of his others. But one hit alone, unlike in previous eras, was not enough to inspire the label to sustain him. As detailed by Peter as only he can, after being signed to Geffen Records by Geffen, he decided to go solo and made a great album.

In one of the film’s most telling, tragic and comic scenes, Peter relates a meeting with Geffen which says everything about this business and these times, ending with the remarkable phrase which became the film’s subtitle, as spoken by Geffen to Case: “Peter, for once in your life, just take yes for an answer.”

But Geffen essentially abandoned him by offering little distribiution or promotional effort. As he says in the film, “I just wanted to get out, while everyone else just wanted to get in.”

He soon got his wish.

Peter Case on Alhambra Street, 2006
Photo by Paul Zollo

But, again, rather than being diminished by this struggle, as he film reveals, Peter was inspired by his ultimate liberation, and it deepened his artistic soul. He went acoustic, and evolved naturally from rocker into folkie.

The scope of his songwriting expression – which was already expansive, blossomed in new, unexpected, wonderful ways. Unchained from a major label, he wrote every kind of song there is, and each with soulful authority: bluesy epics, matched to great open-tuning guitar parts; beautiful, melodic ballads, great rockers , and those songs that are as great as great gets.

His albums were still wonderfully produced – the best of all worlds – and always featured great musicians, who were also his friends.

Peter, not unlike Elvis Costello and a few others, has created such a vast body of work and in so many styles, that it can be overwhelming. And people have a real hard time with anything overwhelming, as Dylan said while discussing Shakespeare. Because of this, the fullness of Peter’s body of work, although unified by his voice as a writer and singer, has rarely been appreciated by the world. His fans, and also fellow songwriters get it. It’s why so many legendary songwriters, such as Springsteen and John Prine, not only recognized his greatness, but spread the word. In this film Ben Harper proclaims that Peter is our greatest living songwriter. (Ben joined Van Dyke Parks, the late great Don Heffington and other luminaries onstage at McCabe’s for Peter’s great 65th birthday concert, portions of which are included in the film. )

Peter Case, “Beyond The Blues,” Live on Folkscene
Written by Peter Case, Tom Russell & Bob Neuwirth

But now, because of this film, that fullness of his work – his remarkable musical and stylistic range – is now being fully embraced. Parnes and his editors brought home this understanding by beautifully weaving a bounteous array of Peter’s lifetime of songs into the soundtrack, which veers through punk, power-pop, rock & roll, folk, blues and, as he wrote, much that is beyond the blues. Far beyond.

To bring home this truth, the film includes a wonderfully inspirational performance of Peter’s stunning “Two Angels” as a tremendously soulful and empassioned duet by Lady Blackbird and Chris Pierce. Produced live by Chris Seefried (who can be seen in the studio playing guitar along with Mitchell Froom on keys, and other luminaries in the band), it shows that Peter’s songs have a life far beyond his own recordings. “Two Angels” was previously covered by Alejandro Escovedo and was featured in HBO’s “True Blood.”

Peter Case, “Two Angels,” 1989.


As the movie progresses, we learn not only of the general resistance and anguish this songwriter – and all – must endure, but the bigger lesson: that for a songwriter to persist in modern times, and to remain plugged into that source from which the greatest songs come is more than impressive. It is heroic. It is, to paraphrase the great Van Dyke Parks, a triumph of the human spirit.

And just when we were about to give up hope, this happens. That Fred Parnes and his team honored this triumph with such a beautiful film is a great reason to rejoice.

Peter Case