Showing posts with label The Beach Boys. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 26, 2021

One Hit No More, No. 70: Terry Jacks, The Scrivener

The Hit
Buckle up, because this one’s juicy.

A Belgian singer named Jacques Brel wrote the song that became Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun.” Moreover, it had a completely different story and vibe: Brel both wrote and set it in a Tangiers whorehouse. Titled “La Moribund" (and here's Brel performing it, with subtitles) it recorded the last words and final farewell by a heartbroken husband to his cheating wife and it featured verses like these (in French, obviously):

“Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife,
without you I'd have had a lonely life.
You cheated lots of times but then I forgave you in the end,
though your lover was my friend.”

According to a wonderful, exhaustive 2014 interview on a site called Song Facts (again, just read that), Brel and Jacks met after the latter’s brighter re-working of the tune became an international hit; Brel even kept pushing Jacks to secure songwriting credit for his version, something the latter literally never got to it. Rod McKuen, another songwriter who re-wrote “Le Moribund,” did. Jacks, meanwhile, not only flipped the story into something earnest and innocent - fitting, seeing as he wrote it in memory of a close friend who died too young from leukemia - he added an entire extra verse and, if memory serves, changed the key. He does, however, own the rights to his version. Which became a big deal.

And yet, he never intended to record it. He first offered it to the Beach Boys, but it came during a turbulent phase for them. They flew Jacks down from Vancouver, BC, to produce it, but he could never get more than one Beach Boy at a time, they had to hide the tapes from Brian Wilson to keep him from dicking around with them, and he had to deal with rock-star bullshit to boot. As Jacks recalled:

“I remember Mike Love came in to do his lines in a guru outfit with some girl, and they were on a watermelon fast. His lines were like ‘We had joy, we had fun... Bom bom bombombom, bom bombombombaba.’ Typical Mike Love-type voice on that.”

Friday, March 26, 2021

One Hit No More, No. 63: Dancing in the Moonlight, Darkness and Light

Closer to this. Please.
The Hit
You know “Dancing in the Moonlight.” Everybody knows “Dancing in the Moonlight.” Then again, I always thought another band made it, even if I could never say who exactly. (I keep flashing to Lovin’ Spoonful, but I’ve listened to enough of them to know better.)

From those first fat, sparkling treble keys, it’s a happy little song. The keyboards keep pulsing warmth throughout the track, the bass seems like it’s only there to keep time and add a bubbly counter-melody; per the song, the vocals “keep things loose” and have the happy easy-going mood of someone inviting you to a party. And that party definitely takes place at the height of summer - or some place that’s always warm - where you’ll never get caught out by a sudden drop in temperature. The guy who wrote it, Sherman Kelly, calls the song exactly what it sounds like: a celebration.

Kelly wrote that song on his own and passed through a couple of bands - e.g., Boffalongo and, more obscure, High Broom - but it ultimately landed with a band made up of American ex-patriates studying, playing and slumming in Paris, France in the early 1970s. Kelly’s brother, Wells Kelly, was the guy who brought it to a couple members of King Harvest. Well, sort of…

Per a 2020 remembrance in Vinyl Dialogues, both of the Kelly brothers briefly played in Boffalongo with two other guys, one named Dave “Doc” Robinson and another named Larry Hoppen (who later formed Orleans with Wells Kelly). Boffalongo actually recorded “Dancing in the Moonlight” first, and with Sherman Kelly on vocals - who, incidentally, tells a funny story about someone feeding him one snort of cocaine after another to get him through the vocals, only that didn’t help, but rather did the opposite (“And the producers would give me more cocaine to keep me doing takes until my voice was so distorted and so weird”; Sherman Kelly had the guts to quote a clever something a critic once said about his voice: “As a singer, Sherman Kelly is not too bad of a songwriter.”) The Vinyl Dialogues piece gets to that, but only after re-telling the horror story that inspired the song.

Back in the late-60s, Sherman Kelly, his girlfriend and a bunch of friends had settled in the U.S. Virgin Islands, running a bar or some such. One day, they decided to sail to St. Croix, only Kelly and his girlfriend (Adrienne, I believe) got horribly seasick at the crossing. They decided against spending another night on the boat and tried to check into a hotel…only Kelly forgot his wallet on the boat. They begged the hotelier to let them stay and settle up in the morning, but he asked a vile price - i.e., he’d do it if Adrienne would have sex with him - so they decided to sleep on the beach. Where things went so horribly fucking worse.