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Music by Michael Snow


"Never Say No to a Jar" is very much about the musical cultural links between Ireland, Liverpool and the States, and the expression of my thoughts on the whole Irish immigrant experience." - Michael
A wonderful, touchingly personal masterpiece. --Folkwax
Snow sings with the soul of an Irish rover ... His skill as a songwriter touches a universal chord. --Miami Herald

The Annual BBC Berry Birthday Show

The annual BBC 4 “Berry Birthday” showing of the 1972  Stanley Dorman-produced  ” In Concert- Chuck Berry with Rockin’ Horse”  makes me realize why the Beeb has never licensed this performance out to general C.D.

Over the 43 years since we did this performance, it has become critically acclaimed as the best Chuck Berry performance on film ( Hail! Hail ! Rock an’ Roll, notwithstanding }.  This was the last show on an  extensive European  tour in which the promoter had the foresight to engage me, and my colleagues Billy Kinsley, Jimmy Campbell and Dave Harrison ( three fifths of Rockin’ Horse, the studio group}) to be his band on every date, the various T.V. shows included.

As we here hired by the promoter, we never had to deal with Chuck’s sometimes confrontational money issues, so we could just glory in playing with him, and a wonderful rapport was the result.

There was never a set list, the keys were arbitrary from show to show, but we were so tight on his ass, that he couldn’t shake us.

As soon as he copped that , he started to pop out deep cuts, like “Havana Moon” and ” You Never Can Tell” – check, Gotcha ! We stood silent for the live recording of ” My ding-a-ling”, but I sneaked in some piano licks on the similarly acappela ” South Of The Border”, which was the follow-up single on Chess.

We developed the long piece, ” The Blues” during the tour. I usually sat next to him on the plane, or bus, or whatever, and one time  I suggested that maybe I could play a Thelonius Monk type solo on this particular tune, as Monk seemed like the blues to me. Chuck, who was deep into Charlie Christian, gave me the slanted smile and said ” Let’s do it”. That became the instrumental centerpiece as the tour progressed. It was all playing, and we did play.

When he was playing serious, he was killer. We used to do ‘ A Train” to sound -check,  for Heaven’s sake !

Al these years later, it still seems like a dream !

From The Desk – The Real Jungle Room

The Jungle Room by Ed and Eddy

The Jungle Room by Ed and Eddy (Creative Commons – http://goo.gl/YDrGH6)

At Graceland, tourists goggle at the sight of the garish room that Elvis dubbed “The Jungle Room.”

As far as I’m concerned, the real Jungle Room was in Hampstead, London, where Doris Troy resided from 1969-1972, during her time with Apple Records and her reign as doyenne of the British back-ground singer scene.  Befitting her status as a hit songwriter and esteemed performer, and newly signed to The Beatles’ label, she lived in fine style.  A spacious apartment in fashionable Hampstead, with a tennis court, and her Austin Princess limo parked in the back, it had a huge room for entertaining, which she had tastefully decorated  with African motifs and outfitted with enough banquettes and coffee tables to comfortably seat thirty or forty people.

I’d been associated with Doris since her first U.K. tour with The Rolling Stones and The Hollies in 1963, had played with her on all her subsequent European tours, and so, by the time she settled in London, I happily became her full-time pianist and musical director.  I lived reasonably close by, in Camden Town, in a nice third story flat, but because it was only accessible via a narrow, Dickensian staircase, the natural home for my Hammond B-3, when we weren’t on the road, was The Jungle Room.  Being a cool pianist herself, Doris had a fine spinet piano (Yamaha or Kawai, not sure) in there, and also an Afro-Cuban percussion setup.

In this room Doris would assemble vocal groups to rehearse for her myriad vocal session projects and it was where we brewed up the Pentecostal rave-up that became the ground-breaking live album “The Rainbow Testament.” Doris’s Jungle Room soon turned into a “Salon de Soul,” if you will.  Initially, Billy Preston was around all the time, as he was signed to Apple too, and he and Doris were writing and recording full-steam.  I got to spend so much precious time with him … what a warm and friendly man, and so generous … one could learn a lot from Billy P.

Every eminent U.S. touring star had the Troy phone number, and that was often the first call they’d make!  Doris was like the U.S Ambassador for Soul in the U.K, (or more aptly, ” Mama Soul,” as she came to be known there). Her place became a home away from home, and the amazing array of great artists I got to hang out with in that room still spins my head to this day!  Ben. E. King, affectionately called Bennie, Edwin Starr, Maxine Brown, Obie Benson of The Four Tops, Esther Phillips, Junior Walker, Solomon Burke, Rufus Thomas, and a host of others would come by.  The piano, the Hammond organ, and the percussion set-up would usually be too tempting for guests to by-pass, so many an impromptu jam would happen.

It was also ground zero for the many ex-pat Americans in Doris’s orbit:  Pat (P.P.) Arnold and Jimmy Thomas, recently of the Ike &Tina Turner Revue, Rosetta Hightower, Claudia Linnear, Jimmy Helms, and many others got it on back there. Stephen Stills was a frequent visitor and, needless to say, there was usually a sprinkling of Apple illuminati around.

When Chris White, of Zombies fame, signed on to produce “The Rainbow Testament,” he got his first taste of the Pentecostal bomb squad in that room.  By rock’n’roll standards, Chris was a low-key gentleman, arriving sedately with his new bride, but he was rapidly swept up in the contagious atmosphere, only leaving when the last Hallelujah! had been sung in the early hours.  By the time tape was rolling at the Rainbow Theatre some weeks later, Chris had his sanctified hat on for sure!

The band assembled for that live album was a juggernaut, much larger than the regular version of The Gospel Truth (which was usually a 10-piece) so the logistics were formidable .  As an ensemble rehearsal wasn’t on the cards, the great saxman Phil Kenzie, Doris, and I plotted and planned the whole shebang back there in The Jungle Room like it was the Normandy landing. Phil was in charge of the horn section, Doris had responsibility for the choir, natch, and the rhythm section was my pigeon.  Each element was rehearsed separately with the three of us in attendance, and Chris dropped by from time to time to check progress.  By show time the jigsaw fitted together perfectly, as is evident in the finished product.

But, as George Harrison, who produced records with both Doris and Billy during that time, sagely put it, “All Things Must Pass.”  Eventually Doris returned to the States; I followed soon after, as did Phil.  I sometimes wonder if subsequent occupants of that Hampstead house ever walked into that big back room and picked up a ghostly soulful vibe or two.



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