Saturday, November 01, 2014

There's just something women like about a pickup man


Happy to report that I have completed installing a new pickup system in my guitar with no injuries to myself OR the guitar (other than one tiny imperceptible 1cm scratch by the end jack where no one ever looks but me anyway). And it works!

I'm not a handyman by any means; as a result, I don't jump into projects without careful consideration. It also means I don't always have the right tool for the job. But I'm not totally inept, either, and I like to do the occasional project just to remind myself of that. Saving money is a nice benefit, as well. As necessity is the mother of invention, I did a little improvising. It wasn't always pretty, and I was glad not to have witnesses, but it's the result that counts.

It all started at the birthday writers round I hosted in admission of my 50th birthday. I went first to make sure everything was working properly...and it wasn't. My amp (our sound system) was issuing some terrible sounds, like a mix of hard static and extreme white noise, when I hit the louder volumes. We checked cords, bypassed the mixer, etc., and determined (incorrectly, as it turned out) that the amp was freaking out. It's been around a while, like me, so that kind of made sense. So we replaced the amp with one Gary Talley happened to have with him and I limped offstage in defeat (since it was time to move on through the performing roster). I tried to shake it off (I could've used Taylor Swift's video) but of course given my obsessive nature, I was not completely successful. I suspect everyone had a better time than me. Oh, well, there's always next year (Lord willing).

Started looking at sound systems, and happened to plug in to my cheapo little amp I sometimes use as a monitor, and got the same effect: distortion only on the low E string (the thick one). Whoa...same problem, same guitar, two different amps? After testing on my little mixer with headphones and on yet another amp, I realized it wasn't the amp after all; the problem was with my guitar pickup. An Equis Silver system, no longer made by Washburn. Good news/bad news, indeed.

I took it to Nashville Used Music where the tech could not bring himself to get involved, given the multiple possible sources of the problem and the likelihood of not being able to find and fix it. No man savors the thought of failure. Not SUCH bad news, really, given that I live in a guitar-rich town, and had considered maybe it was time to get a new one (i.e., good used one), make a new start and put this ugly episode behind me. So I went guitar-shopping/browsing, and searched the internet for pickup solutions. Maybe one with a microphone to get that acoustic sound? Opinions are divided on that. Saw a couple of good affordable guitars...and also some that cost more than three times what I paid (uh, am paying) for my car. ("Thirty thousand, huh? Does this come with a case?"). The latter were at famous (and friendly) Gruhn's Guitars. They have a nifty room containing a chair, an amp, and three guitars in which multiple pickup systems are installed, with the end jack (the hole where the cable plugs in) for each labeled, so you can compare them.

Naturally, after careful consideration of the alternatives and the price of each, I went with the cheapest option: order a used pickup system online and install it myself or pay someone to do it. Found a good one on reverb.com (referred via a message board thread, maybe on the Washburn site?) made by Alvarez. It had the basic qualities I liked about my old one: easy exterior placement, volume knob (not a slider), EQ and Presence controls. And as a bonus, an on-board tuner. Nifty. And less than $50 including shipping.


Both parts of the new system that attach to the outside wall of the guitar (preamp and end jack with battery) were smaller than the existing holes occupied by the former parts, but I could see that it could very well install into the old brackets, with some careful cutting. Explained this to two or three guitar shop folks but they seemed skeptical toward my vision. The aforementioned tech at Nashville Used Music had just gone on vacation (to avoid me? I hope not, but it worked out well for both of us). I got a quote from another pro who wanted to create new brackets out of rosewood that would fill the old holes and look nice. It was a very fair quote given what he proposed, but a couple hundred bucks could've put me halfway to a decent replacement. Plus, I wanted to try it myself.

After viewing a few "how-to" videos (thanks, Youtube!), I launched into it by taking out the old preamp and tearing out the innards to leave just the plastic external brackets. I don't have a small enough screwdriver for the job, so I used the little hard-rubber screwdriver bit holder from my drill set (still in near-mint condition, btw) as a handle, with the one bit in it, to turn the screws manually. This gave me better control than the drill would have allowed. (I became less careful as I proceeded). I glued a paper template on it, then I cut (and sawed, and filed, using the less-than-ideal tools on hand) a hole for the new preamp. Messy but effective. The old piezo pickup (a thin little stick that hides under the saddle, changes vibrations to electrical pulses and sends them via a little wire inside the guitar to the preamp) had a plug that pretty much matched the new one. I thought I'd leave it in place, so as not to disturb the setup of the strings, etc.. I checked the new preamp by connecting it all up, putting in a battery, and playing it through an amp. Yep, it worked all right. I colored over what was left of the old silver markings on the bracket with a black Sharpie.

Next step was making the hole for the new end jack and battery unit in the old hard plastic bracket; fortunately the old system had both a 1/4" plug and an RCA plug (the latter of which never worked for me), so it was bigger than the usual deal. Not having a tool to cut hard plastic, I borrowed the idea from one of the videos to use a drill to perforate the cut line and a box knife to do the rest. First, though, I taped the bracket securely to a box in lieu of a clamp (since I don't have the latter) and also taped over the cut areas and drew the cut line on it. Then I drilled the screw holes to match those in the new piece. Once the large hole was made, I used the tiny file on my fingernail clippers (the only file on hand) to enlarge it further. This took a long time, especially, I kept having to exchange drill bits for screwdriver bits. But I'm a single guy, it was a Saturday at this point, so no problem there.


Once I put the new end jack unit in the old, newly-modified bracket, I still had to cut a notch in the existing hole in the end of the guitar to get it all in. I marked the area to be cut, and not having a jig saw, and because the area included part of a bracing element, I thought maybe I should take it to a pro. Or at least someone who has access to a jig and knows how to use it. But, after some thought, I figured I'd give the old box-cutter a go at it. It was only a small chip off the bracing, and even if it would leave a small structural "gap," that would be covered by the bracket. So more cutting and chipping and filing ensued. Inefficient, yes, but again...single, Saturday, etc.

I hooked up the system and plugged it in for another amp test. Here's where I made an interesting discovery: I still got the distorted sound on the bass string. So the problem was probably with the piezo pickup alone the whole time. Oh, well, it's been fun, anyway; the new system didn't cost much more than a new pickup, and now I have an on-board tuner.

So I replaced the old piezo pickup with the new one. This was a matter of loosening all the strings (with a piece of tape to hold them all together), unhooking them from the bridge, pulling out the saddle, pulling out the old piezo, and dropping the new one in (after carefully and with some trepidation filing the slot to accommodate the wider new pickup), then restringing and testing. Beautiful. Except now my action was too low and strings buzzed midway up the neck. The new piezo is flatter than the old one, so the saddle sits lower in the slot. I recalled that the old one had a filler piece, apparently for that purpose. So, we take the string ends out again, take out the saddle (it falls out, actually, which is not ideal), and pop the filler in over the pickup, then replace everything...and realize the filler was UNDER the pickup, not on top. Strings back out (fortunately not having been tightened up yet), saddle out, and that piezo is NOT coming out again in one piece. So, hey, let's hope it won't make a difference; it's all vibrations traveling through pieces of solid stuff anyway. So back on everything goes, with restored action that is low but not buzzy, and I'm happy again.

Somewhere in the amp testing phase, I noticed there was a light knocking noise whenever I moved the guitar. It turned out to be the wire that connects the piezo to the preamp. It's sensitive to any rubbing or striking against the inside of the guitar. So I rather clumsily taped a long section of it to the nearest bracing piece inside, and that stopped the noise. At least until the tape gives out, but that'll be a minor thing.

Next challenge: making the pre-drilled screw holes in the new piece fit the holes I'd drilled in the old bracket. They weren't far off, so a combination of reaming the holes bigger with the drill, and yet more filing of the cutout area, did the trick. Of course I went too far with one hole and now the screw slipped through. I half-filled it with a tiny bit of rolled-up tape and flat tape covering the hole, and went in fresh. This held the screw well enough, though it may need more attention (or super glue) later.

Awesome! We're done! I can clean up all the various tools (and things used as tools) in my living room. Exceeeeeeept...the new preamp juts out just a wee bit more than the old one (having been made to be put on the upper bout and having been put on the lower), and it's a tight squeeze in my fake-fur-lined case. So I retrieve the box cutter, cut a patch out and glue that next to the bare patch to push the wall of the guitar away from that side. Then I glue a patch of thin foam padding to fill the area to add some protection to the unit.


NOW I'm done.


It was just that simple! If you want to hear the results, check my schedule to see where I'll be performing next.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Bennett, Stonehill, and Storm: Keeping the faith and staying in tune

Looking forward to seeing these guys in the town of my birth and sometime residence. Two of the three are musical heroes of mine since decades past (and I'm sure Buck Storm is great, too). But this isn't just about nostalgia. The kind of talent and insight these artists offer is timeless, and besides, they've been working at their craft all along. I'm sure it must be an effort to create new work when so many of your target audience members just want to relive the good times and tell you how that song you did 30 years ago changed their lives (wonderful in its own way, but also a burden of responsibility, to respond with appropriate enthusiasm and humility and to continue to achieve that level of artistry). I'm one of those fans, frankly, but I try to keep it on a general level of adulation to preserve their freedom and a modicum of my dignity. But it's tough to be cool about your heroes.

Along with the pic here in some cases, below is what I sent to some local press.

Noted singer/songwriters Bob Bennett, Randy Stonehill & Buck Storm will do an all-acoustic concert on Saturday, November 8, at Metropolitan Tabernacle in Chattanooga. Some of their songs reach back to the days of the Jesus Movement, but all are as relevant as today's headlines. The music begins at 7pm. Admission is free and a love offering will be taken.

Bob Bennett, an early and influential figure in contemporary Christian music, is a master guitarist and storyteller. CCM Magazine acclaimed his 1982 album Matters of the Heart as "Album of the Year," ranking it among the top 20 contemporary Christian albums of all time. His poetic lyrical talents, fingerstyle guitar expertise, and often self-deprecating humor have won him loyal fans as well as opportunities to work with the likes of David Wilcox and Nashville hit writer Don Henry.

GRAMMY-nominated artist Randy Stonehill, known as much for his manic onstage patter as his popular folk/rock songs and blistering guitar work, was a true pioneer in the CCM world. His 1976 album "Welcome to Paradise" is noted as a landmark release in the genre, and his career has involved collaborations with other CCM talents including Phil Keaggy and Amy Grant. Stonehill is still as passionate as ever about sharing truth through music.

Buck Storm, the "young pup" of the three, is recognized as a songwriter’s songwriter and has become a favorite both as a concert performer and worship leader in venues around the world. "I like to write songs about cities and small towns, the ghosts that hover around the edges, dreams and dreamers, families, broken and whole, sin, redemption and the struggle in between, love, squalor, motels, churches, kings, and the common man.... Whatever it is it's from the heart and as honest as I can make it."

Metro Tab is located at 2101 West Shepherd Road, near Exit 1A off Highway 153.

More info:
http://www.bob-bennett.com
http://www.randystonehill.com
http://www.buckstorm.com

Call presenters J103-FM at (423) 892-1200.

You never can tell with these things; sometimes they are completely ignored and sometimes they're printed verbatim. We'll see how this one is received.

Want to help spread the word? Join and share this event on Facebook. Download this pdf, print it out, and post it around town. Call and e-mail your friends, and offer to bring them!



Saturday, July 26, 2014

Don't expect quick results at the peace talks

Here's another silly visual comparison to serve as a break anyone might need from the current batch of bad news (never in short supply, is it?). I figured it was just a tad too obvious for me to have been the only one to notice the resemblances between Treebeard and John Kerry, and I was right (see how I turned unoriginality into a boast? I got skills!).

This post from 2008 takes it farther than I would have been capable of, so hats off and a laurel wreath (with permission from the laurel, of course) to the wit only known as "Writer the Geeklette."

[The Geeklette's post is a tongue-in-cheek apology for making the comparison previously.]

John Kerry and Treebeard are, certainly, not alike. In fact, there are a few glaring differences between the two:
  • First, John Kerry is a tall, lanky human being. On the contrary, Treebeard is a tall, lanky member of the Ent clan of the Fangorn Forest, encased around the River Entwash.
  • John Kerry is a wounded Vietnam Veteran and a recipient of the Purple Heart after bravely enduring gunfire while captaining a Swift Boat. Treebeard, on the other hand, awakened the Huorns who decimated an entire army of orcs during the Battle of Helms Deep.
  • John Kerry has an intelligent, well-traveled wife. Treebeard, unfortunately, lost his wife along with the other Ent Wives after they crossed the River Anduin in search of better fruit pastures during the First Age of Middle Earth.
  • John Kerry is known as a nuanced speaker who parses his thoughts carefully. Treebeard, on the other hand, spoke Entish, and anything spoken in Entish is only worth spoken when one takes the time to speak it.
Seriously, I wish Kerry the best; he has a job in which victories are few and temporary.


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Voices from the past

I ran across a college classmate on Facebook and reminded him (it was long ago) that he did an interview with music artist Billy Crockett in 1986 for the radio show I produced at the time on WUTK-FM. This mostly-student-operated station blasted music across campus and beyond (but not far beyond) at a blistering 128 watts. Our show, which I had inherited from previous hosts Lonnie Raper (manager of the local Logos Bookstore) and John Travis (then a student, now a math professor), was called "Music from the Heart." It featured, not romance music as the title (also inherited) may have implied, but rather progressive Christian rock (and some not so progressive, but still good).

Billy Crockett had recently released the album Surprises In Disguises, and I was captivated by the John Mellencamp-ish track "41 Lawnmowers." The other songs were good, too.

We arranged for Russ to interview him before a concert in the area, and I used portions of his comments to intro the songs during a show featuring the new album. It turned out really cool. I don't think I have a tape of the final show, but here's the raw 7-minute interview taken from the original cassette:


Billy Crockett interview by Russ Hollingsworth (mp3 6MB)


NOTE: This is not the same Russ Hollingsworth who had a career as a singer, in case you were a) fairly knowledgeable of 1980's CCM artists and b) curious.

Friday, January 03, 2014

The remarkable Nikki Mitchell

The world said goodbye to a remarkable lady in 2013.  Though I only chatted with her briefly, I feel privileged to have met her.

I was introduced to Nikki Mitchell in 2011 by phone.  A college buddy of mine, Norris Carden, called me and said he was visiting the River Café in tiny Normandy, Tennessee.  He had noticed the restaurant featured live music, and kindly thought to recommend me to fill an open date.  He had no doubt decided to pursue this idea in the middle of a conversation with Nikki, the owner, because after a brief introduction he put her on the phone with me to book the one open date they had.  Past experience with Norris indicated to me that he had probably not left her with the option to decline politely, which worked out fine!  Thanks again, Norris!

Anyway, I got to meet this sweet lady in person when I played the gig in November, and got to hear a little about her life, including her battle with cancer, her work with Waylon Jennings, and her adventures in flight in the former Soviet Union.  I still remember how her eyes lit up when I mentioned my own visit to Minsk, Belarus, to do mission work.  I think it was also this conversation when she mentioned her plans to spend a couple of weeks with a hunter-gatherer tribe in Mongolia…you know, “as one does!”

So after playing solo to a small crowd (it was post-Thanksgiving weekend, she explained) with much encouragement from the staff, all the while feeling I had stepped through a special portal into a saloon in the middle of Texas, I resolved to return if at all possible, and bring friends.  I did that the following July, bringing Charlsey Etheridge, Kim McLean and Devon O’Day to do a fun show.
Nikki is the one on the far right, in the funky apron.
Though Nikki is gone, the restaurant is still in operation, and more importantly, through the Nikki Mitchell Foundation (actively pursuing early detection and cure of pancreatic cancer), her visionary life continues to have its impact, especially on all those who were as fortunate as I was to cross paths with her.

Below is a tribute to her from the December 26 issue of the Nashville Scene

(MONGOLIA!  I mean, SERIOUSLY!).



NIKKI MITCHELL
1954 -2013
Waylon Jennings' business manager; pilot; adventurer
By Kim Green

Nikki Mitchell fell in love with things. A lot. First, it was horses; then drawing and painting; then flying.

In 1991, Russia ensorcelled her. She learned that three regiments of Soviet airwomen had fought in World War II. Knowing no one, Mitchell visited the USSR to hear the women veterans' stories and find a way to honor them.

In 1998, Mitchell, a private pilot, and Rhonda Miles, flight instructor, corporate pilot and confidante, flew Mitchell's hardy little single-engine Maule to Russia. They traversed Siberia with a team of Russian airwomen and airplanes to commemorate a famous 1938 flight by pioneering Soviet aviatrices. Many things went wrong. One day, a Siberian fog clung so low that a controller guided Miles (without radar) to land by listening to the sound of her engine. "I drank a bottle of Champagne that night," recalls Miles.

While president of country artists Waylon Jennings' and Jessi Colter's enterprise for 20-plus years, she co-founded a women's fly-fishing club and annual fishing retreat for breast cancer survivors, and bought a historic building in Normandy, Tenn., opening her dream restaurant, the River Cafe. All while plotting her next journey — to Mongolia.

The Mongolia adventure was not to be. Last summer, Mitchell called her friends to the cafe to say goodbye. After 31 months of treatment for pancreatic cancer, she told Miles — her caregiver those last months — that she wanted to disconnect her feeding tube. "Are you doing this so I don't have to decide?" Miles asked her. Mitchell just smiled.

The day before Mitchell's memorial service, Miles quit her flying job to pilot the Nikki Mitchell Foundation, which supports research into early detection of pancreatic cancer.

"She left me a notebook full of stuff to do," Miles says. "She was my adventure soul sister."

Thursday, September 19, 2013

We laugh...because it's true

Jimmy Kimmel says & does a few things that I can't endorse.  However he does us a GREAT service in the segment where he shows how some people will say anything they think they're supposed to when a camera is in their face, in those fake "man-on-the-street" interviews. It's a little disheartening how many will lie through their teeth, but it demonstrates why we should be skeptical of what we see on TV, even (or especially) when it's presented as "real."  I also love the "Why Is This News" feature, and the one where he shows how a phrase from a press release will echo around the world among the parrot-like TV commentators we watch daily. Kudos, JK!

Friday, July 12, 2013

Window with view for sale

Once I finished it, I decided this rustic window was not quite right for my apt.  Was going to hang it up at work.  Now, I'm taking bids! I think it's worth at least a hundred bucks, but will consider lesser offers.  It's 28" x 47.5" x 1.5".  Original glass included.  Poster also included but can easily be removed.  I can even help replace it with a picture of your own, if you want. (Reply with a comment and I'll be notified by e-mail.  Make sure to include your contact info).

Sunday, May 26, 2013

The People vs. George Lucas, or Revenge of the Fans


Ran across this doc in the library.  An excellent and lighthearted exploration of the Star Wars phenomenon, specifically the fans' love-hate relationship with its creator, George Lucas.  More than just a “those crazy fans” kind of story, this film touches on enough cultural and even spiritual issues to fuel many long discussions.
The central theme is how Lucas’ brainchild grew to be such an important presence in so many people’s lives that it came to dominate his own.  The film covers how Lucas has dealt with the backlash of his own success.  How an artist’s work can be embraced so completely by the public that it becomes questionable who owns it.  How his subsequent decisions about storylines, characters (Jar-Jar Binks!) and alterations to the original work (Han shot first!) have created controversy, stirred passionate debate and even inspired resentment toward the creator.
Musicians deal with the same issues of ownership and revision when it comes to their recordings.  Some professional songwriters never feel their work is finished, even after it’s a radio hit.  Some music artists feel the need to put out remaster after remix after re-recording.  In some cases, it’s simply a means to capitalize on previous success, but sometimes it’s because the typical artist is never quite satisfied with his own work.  Someone in the film quotes the old saying, “Art is never finished, only abandoned.”  The question the doc pursues is “at what point is an artist allowed to change his work, when it means so much to his audience?”
Another point the film brings up is how Star Wars is so much more than an artistic and marketing triumph; it has endowed countless viewers with a vital underlying philosophy by which to live.  It has become their religion.  This is not an understatement (at least for some), and it is not altogether accidental.  Lucas stated early on that one of his intentions was to create a new myth; one that replaces the religions that had been discarded (to a great extent) by modern man.
I am a Christian believer, a creative person, and though I’m nowhere close to being one of THOSE fans, I did enjoy the films (the original three, anyway; the prequels were prime examples of the law of diminishing returns).  So I feel I understand the need for a guiding myth, and I can see how a film series could provide one.  I have to admire the effectiveness of Star War in this aim, even as I shudder to think how it replaces genuine faith in some people’s hearts and minds.
The word “myth,” by the way, does not necessarily mean “fantastic” or “made up.”  Stories, metaphors, and parables, which fill the Bible, are kinds of myth. As C.S. Lewis pointed out, Christianity is based on a myth, but it’s a myth that is true—the story that explains the meaning of our lives.
The Star Wars mythology does contain much truth that is part of my Christian worldview, as any good story does: the ongoing struggle of good vs. evil, how personal sacrifice is often necessary to achieve a larger goal, how “evil people” are fallen good people, how we can have a legacy and a destiny that define the path we are on even as we labor in our current mundane situation, how we can benefit from listening to those who have gone before us…the list is quite long.  I can affirm these truths even as I recognize that what is missing is the notion that a Person, not a faceless Force, is the central crucial element in the universe. Having (as I believe) the Key to the truth of life itself, I can unlock that truth to be found in everything around me, even (or especially) in other mythological attempts to explain the world. So as long as I view with discernment, I, too, can be enriched spiritually by these films.
Many people featured in the documentary, including Lucas himself, acknowledge the irony that Lucas, who started out as a rebel of sorts against the powerful industry types that would limit his creative output, has in fact become a bigwig himself (and not necessarily a popular one at that), and exerts a notable amount of control over the Star Wars legacy (the Expanded Universe).  Like Anakin became Vader, the very thing he would have resisted.  For this reason, some point out that the films have become semi-autographical.
Fans (including Francis Ford Coppola) who lament that Lucas has yet to get beyond the Star Wars world to make other films may take comfort in where the storyline leaves off in The Return of the Jedi.  Vader joins his son Luke in battling the evil emperor, and it ends in reconciliation and redemption.  There is a sequel in the works (Episode VII), but with Disney at the helm and Lucas serving as creative consultant, and given the astonishing level of financial and legal obligations at stake, I have my doubts that life will imitate art further in this case.  But by the time it comes out, I doubt there'll be many superfans left to care; at least, not as much as they did in the beginning, in a galaxy far, far away.

Friday, May 24, 2013

I appreciate your appreciation

Nice to get a thank-you from a customer.  This one especially made me smile.  I did some editing on a new version of the late Bob Babbitt's Awareness Guide for Bass Players and All Fellow Musicians.  It's a self-published book, and in a literary sense it's rough around the edges (as well as in the center), even after my contributions (i.e., corrections and clarifications). Babbitt's genius was playing bass, not grammar and punctuation.  But it's a fun read, because his personality really shines through, and his stories and tips are fascinating to the music fan.  And he has some pretty impressive fans.

Babbitt was involved in some legendary recordings (I'm too lazy to summarize; get the gist here).  He passed away last year, and his widow (Ann) and daughter have continued to preserve his legacy, partly through the book.

Ann's choice of card art was so over-the-top cute, I had to laugh...especially because she wrote my name under one puppy and my boss's name under the other.  I mean, I like him and all, but we're not THAT close.  Although we are both known to be pretty adorable.

In what I found to be an interesting coincidence, I realized that a film called Standing In the Shadows of Motown, about the group Bob was part of, the Funk Brothers, was in my Netflix queue as I worked on the book!  I look forward to seeing it more than ever now.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

"Mark's Remarks"

Below are links to some articles I wrote for my high school newspaper. As I read them now, I am alternately amused and taken aback by the partially-informed opinions and stilted style in which they were expressed. (I feel I'm regressing to that style even now).  I called a Neil Simon play "fairly well-written"! HA! And I labored under the assumption that Kerry Livgren played keyboards and not guitar for Kansas (hey, they didn't include credits on 8-tracks).

Here's one I didn't write.
I remember how, when that paper containing my first column was delivered in class, I was mortified to see how the typesetter had mangled my prose with the most egregious typos and misspellings which, I'd like to emphasize, were not my fault ("Clever, Hugh?"). I didn't write most of the headlines, either.  I think that duty fell to our faculty adviser, Dr. Clark Chism, who did this kind of thing for a living, and taught English and Journalism on the side.  Or vice-versa, it was hard to tell.

But I'm also pretty happy with some of the stuff.  I was named Features Editor after my predecessor was caught using his press privileges to leave campus for non-legitimate purposes.  I even won 2nd place in a state competition (that I don't recall entering). But because I rode the bus through senior year (one of many things I had in common with Napoleon Dynamite) and couldn't stay after school to work on the paper, I was an editor in title only (a masthead figurehead!). I did eventually start checking the copy after the girl typed up my articles and before they were sent to the printer. Live and learn.

If you read these, please make sure you also read some of my later work, and realize, as I have, that we all start somewhere, but usually we go on to bigger and better things!

"Mark's Remarks" April 15, 1981 debut column; album review

"Mark's Remarks" May 19, 1981 "Little Me" drama review

"Mark's Remarks" Sept. 30, 1981 Kerry Livgren "Seeds of Change" review

"Mark's Remarks" Nov. 25, 1981 Ranstrassy show choir review

"Mark's Remarks" Jan. 29, 1982 "Life on a G-string" personality profile

"Mark's Remarks" April 30, 1982 "Are You a Video Junkie?" self-help quiz parody

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Granddaddy Vaught heads home

In honor of Veterans' Day, here is a picture of my grandfather, Wiley Beauregard Vaught, with some army buddies on their way back from Europe aboard the Japanese vessel, Awa Maru of "Tokio," March 1919.  He's the one on the far right side of the pic, facing to the side in a dramatic, intense fashion.  It's as if he anticipated the album cover photo pose for male groups by several decades.

Granddaddy Vaught was part of the 6th Heavy Mobile Ordnance Repair Shop of the American Expeditionary Forces. I suppose so were some or all of the guys pictured.  He died before I was born, so I never got to hear his war stories (or any others), but according to my dad, he claimed he & his unit mostly rode around France on trains and avoided any actual conflict.  I assume that's an exaggeration (he went on to be a used car salesman), but I'm sure it felt like that at times.  We still have his cane with a metal point with his name and army affiliation engraved on it.

He clearly had a sense of humor; that is one of the things my mom found so attractive in my father much later.  Not sure if the Japanese sailor knew WHY it was funny for him to pretend to have this American soldier in custody, but he probably figured it out.



Despite what the news clipping headline may imply, he was originally from Stevenson, Alabama, and lived in Chattanooga at the time.

10 Ways To Tell Your Altar Call Has Gone Too Long

As all know, our attention spans are getting shorter, due to the quick-cut editing techniques pioneered by MTV, increased workflow expectations made available by digital technology, and--OK, OK, I'll get to the point already.

Here's a little something I came up with the other day. Feel free to share with your pastor. He may not thank you, but your fellow congregants--OK!! HERE:


10 Ways To Tell Your Altar Call Has Gone Too Long


You realize you never knew "Just As I Am" had more than 10 verses.

The choir director orders a pizza.

People are claiming to have been "slain in the Spirit" just to have an excuse to lie down...and you're in a Baptist church!

The musicians start doing a James Brown-style breakdown of "I Surrender All."

Members start adding lyrics to the songs, such as singing "Take My Life...Please!"

The words to "I Have Decided to Follow Jesus" remind you to check your Twitter account.

You consider yelling "Fire!" just to make sure people are still able to move their limbs.

The sound man's usual stoic expression begins to resemble that of a Titans fan toward the end of the Bears game.

The wedding party booked for the following Saturday shows up to decorate the church.

You begin to suspect that your 24-hour antiperspirant may not hold out through the closing prayer.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Laundromat of Broken Dreams


My local laundromat has publicity head shots of Nashville artists & songwriters (some autographed) on the walls, a la the Bluebird Cafe. It's not an unpleasant place, but when I go (weekly now, since my washer connection broke), sometimes I can't help being reminded of this painting.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Thursday, March 01, 2012

77s Unplugged coming to Nashville!

In a town where at least a dozen amazing acts play every night, often for a bargain admission price, it can be tempting to take it all for granted. Not this one; not for me. And never mind the "unplugged"--the power will definitely be on.

The 77s Unplugged, featuring core band members Michael Roe and David Leonhardt, will make a rare appearance in Nashville on Monday, March 26, at The Basement, as part of the “Sticks and Stones” tour. The tour coincides with the digital re-release of the album of the same name on Lo-Fidelity Records. “Sticks and Stones” has been out of print since shortly after its original release in the 1990’s, and will now be available on CD and online.

The 77s is a band that has appeared in many incarnations over the years, with frontman Michael Roe as its central figure and torch-bearer. The talented, versatile and charismatic Roe uses his remarkable vocal range and guitar skills to synthesize rock, blues and gospel influences into a mesmerizing blend. Leonhardt’s percussion choices bring unique energy to every song.

Michael and David had this to say about the upcoming tour:
"It's been nearly 22 years since the release of ‘Sticks And Stones’ and it will be exciting to have the album available again and celebrate the re-release with the fans who have loved it and supported us for all these years. I am also thrilled to be able to come play these tunes for you with my ol’ 77s pal David Leonhardt, as we have not appeared together as a duo since the ‘It’s For You’ tour 15 years ago. Dave and I have always had a bit of ESP going whenever we perform and we’ve missed that magical musical experience (along with the ridiculous humor) ever since."
Michael Roe

"I am really excited to be playing again with Mike. We always have a great time together and our musical influences generate some interesting moments on stage. Sometimes it gets us in trouble, but we'll try to avoid that. ‘Sticks And Stones’ being re-released brings back lots of great memories and it will be fun to revisit those songs on the tour. That album had some of the coolest songs from that era, and this tour should be a great musical experience with ‘Sticks And Stones’ as the background. Can't wait to see all of you again!"
David Leonhardt

Get a taste of the music at www.reverbnation.com/77s

77s Unplugged (Michael Roe and David Leonhardt)
"Sticks And Stones" tour

Monday, March 26
Doors 6:00 pm, Shotwime 7:00 pm
Tickets - $10 at the door

The Basement (below Grimey's New & Pre-Loved Music store)
1604 8th Ave S., Nashville, TN 37203
615.254.8006
www.thebasementnashville.com
(The Basement is a 21+ venue. No exceptions.)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

"Wings"

This weekend I watched the newly-restored film "Wings." It's a silent film about WWI fighter pilots (not to be confused with the TV series from the 90's with the two brothers and the fiesty blonde). It was the 1st film, and the only silent film, to win the Academy Award for Best Picture. It stars Clara Bow, Charles "Buddy" Rogers, and Richard Arlen...and my grandmother's 2nd cousin, Jobyna Raulston, from South Pittsburg, TN. She was overshadowed by Bow, Rogers and Arlen, due to less screen time and not being a big star already; she was known to many because of her roles in Harold Lloyd films ("The Freshman" is a gem). Bow was, of course, box office gold. Even now, most people only mention THREE stars when they refer to the cast; in fact, Ralston is misidentified as Bow in the one IMDB pic of her. But at least she got billing over newcomer Gary Cooper!

A restoration of the film was released early this year, with an optional new soundtrack with orchestrated music, and sound effects recreated at Skywalker Sound (don't worry, I heard no light-saber swooshes or laser cannon shots). I hear the also-recently-restored Princess Theater in South Pittsburg will be screening some of Ralston's films...I daresay this will be one of them.

Ralston and Arlen portray a young couple in love (like most men, he's more enthusiastic about it than he looks here). The two actors later married and had a child together.

Coincidentally, this was also the weekend I was able to catch up with the storylines of the second season of the BBC series "Downton Abbey" currently showing on PBS (it's like reading a novel, with better casting). I watched the entire first season on Hulu Plus (huzzah for the one-week free trial membership!). Like "Wings," the series is set in the WWI era. Both even portray their respective soldier characters carrying good luck charms into battle.

Prior to THAT, I was looking through my Grandmother Vaught's old pictures and documents (again) and discovered a little more detail about my grandfather's outfit in WWI (my grandparents had my mother late in life--I'm still very young, of course). He was part of the 6th Heavy Mobile Ordnance Repair Shop. They were basically the AAA of the A.E.F.

Though I never knew my grandfather, and my grandmother was old even when I was born, it's fun to imagine them going to the movies in Chattanooga, watching cousin Jobyna on the big screen, my grandfather ("Beau," short for Wiley Beauregard Vaught) making his Harriet (a.k.a. "Hallie" to some) giggle with the occasional wry comment about Clara Bow and his own experiences in Europe. He claimed he spent most of his time riding trains and avoiding battles, but then he wasn't one to brag, especially since Harriet's brother Al was career Army and on his way to Colonel (Brigadier General if he'd lived a little longer).

After all this time thinking about life and war 100 years ago, I'm not sure I have any brilliant insights as a result, but I'm chewing on it. The issues of conflict, bravery, love and loss are always worth considering. A lot can be learned from the stories of those who survived the worst, and even enjoyed life in the meantime. Even if they weren't famous.

Monday, January 02, 2012

Proof of Fountain of Youth Found!

Take a look at the fan visible just above George Harrison's head. Look familiar? I can think of no other possible explanation than sorcery. I wonder if he had any inkling he'd be playing the character of Jack on the popular TV sitcom "Will & Grace." Oh, but of course that must have been in the contract he signed...WITH THE DEVIL!!!

Friday, December 30, 2011

BBQ 4 NYE!

I'll be doing the folk/pop/country/blues/etc thing at John T's BBQ to get an early start on the New Year's Eve celebrations. If you have big plans, you can come by for a "warm up" for later with some music and a meal (you'll need your strength)...AND if you're the type to skip the parties and screaming crowds and turn in early, this will be a great way to ease from one year to the next!

John T's BBQ
115 First Ave. NE, Winchester, TN 37398
(931) 967-9600

Monday, December 05, 2011

"Silver and (Ring)gold..." Dec. 22


The Mark Kelly Hall Christmas Ensemble, with singer/songwriters Mark Kelly Hall and Charlsey Etheridge, along with a surprise special guest or two, will bring a holiday mix of original tunes and “songs you already like” to the Acoustic Café in Ringgold, GA, on Thursday, December 22. The family-friendly acoustic show will feature a blend of blues, pop, folk, ...and NO matching outfits...and will start at 8 pm.

Admission is free, but as always, sincere compliments, tips and lucrative recording and/or publishing contracts will be accepted.

The Acoustic Café is conveniently located near the Ringgold/Lafayette exit off of I-75, and offers a menu of sandwiches, sides and more. For info and directions go to ringgoldacoustic.com or call 706-965-2065.

Acoustic Café
www.ringgoldacoustic.com
61 RBC Drive
Ringgold, GA 30736
Phone: 706-965-2065

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Have a (Celtic) Cup o' cheer!

It's time again for what is becoming a holiday tradition (hey, we work with what we've got!). The Mark Kelly Hall Christmas Ensemble will help celebrate with some acoustic music & a few corny jokes thrown in for good measure.

I'll be teaming up with Charlsey Etheridge and instrumentalist Daniel Heacock to share the holiday spirit. There may even be festive hats! Feel free to wear your own.


The Celtic Cup Coffee House
Find it on Facebook
106 North Anderson Street
Tullahoma, TN 37388
Phone: 931-563-7733
Free admission