The Moonshadow was a club off Briarcliff across from Sage Hill Shopping Center.

My last show there was Sheila E, which a Prince obsessed student would have done anything to have attended.

Funochios Duane Blalock- An Atlanta story and in relation to Al Kooper’s Book:” Backstage Passes and Backstabbing Bastards”

Let me tell you about my personal account in relation to the AL Kooper book listed above. In the book in 1972 Al Kooper plays at Underground Atlanta. I was there to see the show and used  a fake ID to get in the club and a waitress was flirting around with me and after a while she came over and asked me how old I was?  Being dumb and honest,  I told her told 19. She was pissed and said that I should be thrown out, well she let me stay and I enjoyed the show.

In the book Kooper says during his stay in Atlanta he ended up hanging out with the Atlanta Rhythm Section at their studio. He had known them since they were the Candymen and backed Roy Orbison. Anyway he fell in love with the city and moved down from NY. They would jam and record and then hang out at a club on Peachtree called Funochios. There he watched the local bands play and produced and secured record contracts and started up “Sounds Of The South” label for MCA. He signed Lynyrd Skynyrd and Mose Jones, check out:   www.java-monkey.com/remember-mose.htm

I used to hang out at the club and dated a girl named Lisa from there, well quite a few girls from there, but one in particular, and she also hung out(groupie) with Lynyrd Skynyrd  and we’d go down early while they warmed up and they would come sit and hang out at our table. I just considered them a local band and remember remarking to Lisa that they were pretty good but “Crossroads” was not as good as Cream’s version and they showed off too much. This was before they had an album out. Attached is a picture from upstairs at Funochios and Lynrd Skynyrd playing. They did not have the piano player then and had a different drummer.

Anyway in the book, Al Kooper talks about  Funochios and how there were fights and stabbings and he witnessed two shooting!

Well, at the time I was attending the Atlanta College of Art and my friend who also attended there, the late Jeff Yero, had a roommate named Mike who was also a student with us and worked as a bouncer at Funochios.  He threw a guy out one night and the guy came back and shot and killed him. After that, I stayed clear of the club! Too bad Mose Jones did not make it along with other bands like Eric Quincy Tate, Kudzu and  Hydra.  They, by the way had a reunion and released a live album last year and you can download it on ITunes.

An entertaining and enlightening read.

From promoting semi-mythic legendary music events in 1969 at The Sports Arena at age 16, to writing about Jerry Lee’s cousin child-bride Myra, to being roadie for the Dalai Lama’s possessions on tour, Murray Silver has had an almost unbelievable life. And he tells it very interestingly. A book blurb says he is,” the missing link between Tom Robbins and Carlos Castenada – from Dr. Hunter S. Thompson.

Hey , Thought that this might be something that you were interested in seeing. This was the only job that we [River People] played. I had hepatitis at the time of the gig and was bedridden for the next two months. The band was comprised of John Ivey (b), John Fristoe (g, vocals), Wayne Logiudice (rhythm g, vocals) and me. Dana Douglas sang with the band also when Wayne had left. We played at the River House (where John I, John Fristoe, and Wayne Mcnatt and I  were living) constantly, but no gigs. Mostly for free for the dope dealers.

When the Hog Farm was in Atlanta after the first pop festival, they parked their bus at the River House. This was  the time that they promoted the first mini pop that was held in Piedmont Park. Berry Oakley and Dickey Betts were frequent visitors. Two young men who later became the Bellamy Brothers were there often as well.  Many bands used to come out and play or rehearse there, B J Royal, Will Boulware and Booger, Hydra, Spencer Kirkpatrick, Bethlehem Asylum, Sweet Younguns et al.

A couple of notes on the Sports Arena gig. Fleetwood Mac was the loudest band that I had ever heard. Even louder that sitting next to the speakers at the Dallas or Atlanta Pop Festivals. I think that all of the River People were tripping on some unknown substance(s) during the performance. I don’t remember it very well, other than just being real sick. Wayne L said he looked at me and I was completely green.

Ricky Bear

You can hardly beat going to a show in the Sports Arena when it comes to things like parking the car and walking thru nightshirt dairy vibrations and approaching, across railroad tracks, that funky building with the neon bewilderment “SPORTS ARENA-DANCING” And inside: arcane trophies, painted concrete walls, wooden floor, ringside, bleachers, fans, gas station grand opening plastic pennants—and wagon wheel light fixtures that evoke a whole 1950’s Atlanta country music scene that flourished there, I’m told, with the T.V, Wranglers from T.V. Ranch-Tennessee and Smitty Smith, Cotton Carrier, Paul Rice and silent Boots Woodall. And that sports microphone hanging from the ceiling that evokes another hunk of Atlanta 50’s-60’s TV/Municipal Auditorium Essence: that whole thing with Ed Capral, Tiger Kirkland, Ray Gunkle and Freddy Blassie filing a tooth into a fang to bite all those pencil-neck, grit-eating Geek southerners while Skull Murphy tapped the steel plate in his head and hid salt for his opponents’ eyes in his trunks, and Promoter Paul Jones putting Sputnik Monroe on the card at the Larry Bell Auditorium in Marietta.

Yes, the Sports Arena is some place and there’s a new vibration layer being put down by Grateful Deads and Beefhearts. Instead of “Dim Lights, Thick Smoke and Loud, Loud Music,” working class country music/ dance hall/honky tonk/Live Atlanta Wrestling patrons the Sports Arena is becoming a gathering place for freaks, longhairs and the Woodstock Altamont generation.

Well, what’d they hear at the Beefheart/Cooder/ Booger concert? What’d you hear? I heard Booger do what sounded like the same song a number of times. Maybe they’re going somewhere with that wah-wah Urgle machine plus static drum pattern music, but right now it fails to tickle my musical fancy.

And Ry Cooder? He seemed like a real nice guy who should. find a good band to play guitar for and stop coming on with those blackface vocals. He was able to transcend this whiteboy-playin’-de-bues thing in the guitar work. There was, some real nice rock and roll there sometimes. He sure had a good looking set of holy trinity guitars: a Fender, a Gibson and wasn’t that a new series Martin D-45? Cooder’s mandolin thing didn’t work out too well, but his work on the Stones’ “‘Love in Vain” proves that he can play it fine sometimes—his break is the best thing in the midst of that Jagger-singing-de-blues vocal-(comparable to the misbegotten “Prodigal Son” on Beggar’s Banquet).

And Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band!? First of all, let me admit my prejudice in favor of musicians who just get up and play and do what comes naturally (no matter how crazy it may be). So at first I was disturbed at the “dramatic” nature of the Magic Band’s visuals—for example, Ed Marimba?) and Rockette Morton(?) coming out on stage and staring sinisterly at the people, and that choreographed double drum solo with the whistle mallet, and Morton’s shades-of-Joe Maphis-guitar jive dance frenzy (which I appreciated in the end because he never stopped—what unbelievable endurance!). But these people aren’t just any group. What they do and what they play, if reports are true, is almost totally dictated by Don Van Vliet/Beefheart. And what they do is put on a show. And what they play are incredibly tight, complex compositions. An article in Rolling Stone says Beefheart (who doesn’t read music) teaches those drum solos and guitar parts to his men lick for lick.

I never could understand any of the lyrics and my main memory of the vocals is that Beefheart could sing bass to a fog horn. But his soprano sax playing struck me as funny, irritating and great. I’ve heard very little of and know next to nothing about Coltrane/Ornette Coleman/EricDolphy/Archie Shepp approach to music, but I’ve got a feeling Beefheart may belong on that list; perhaps his real place is at the beginning of a list that is just starting to evolve. To be sure, there were times that I began thinking how incredible it would have been had they stopped a piece after those wonderful passages that just built and spronged out in cosmic power instead of continuing to the point where I’d get a little bored and start thinking about the music instead of listening to and experiencing it. But just as I would feel somewhat bored and begin to wonder what was happening, like at the intermission of “2001” the first time I saw it, they’d be back into a musical thing that would do what the Beyond Infinity Room sequence did—take me to the heart of what I sense as pure art/experience, powerful stuff that takes hold of your senses and mind and lets you go stunned into a blissful, puzzled consciousness that leads to an awareness of the weird and great things men and women can do, the power of which is only feebly conveyed by words.

Film director Joseph Losey (“Eva,” “The Servant,” “Accident”, and ” Secret Ceremony”) has said, ” Entertainment, to me, is anything that is so engrossing, so involves an audience singly or en masse, that their lives from that moment are totally arrested, and they are made to think and feel in areas and categories and intensities which aren’t part of their normal lives” (Cahiers du Cinema No. 9-American). Seeing Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band was that kind of entertainment. I’ve never heard their records, and I can’t imagine what it’s like to hear their music without seeing them do it. Anyway, I’d like to say thanks to the Captain, Rockette, Ed, Ghost-Who-Walks/Zoot Horn Rollo and the drummer whose name I don’t know. And thanx and a tip of the hat to Robin and Joe of the Twelfth Gate—fine people, may they help us enjoy more of the same quality.

—spud connah

The Great Speckled Bird Feb. 22, 1971 Vol. 4 #8 pg. 12-13 

Captain Beefheart at The Sports Arena

 A Tuesday and Wednesday came and went. and sometime during that Wednesday everyone concerned started holding their breath because almost everyone said, Beefheart just doesn’t show for his concerts.” But Thursday came with ice and fog and no airplanes landing. Reprise/Warner said, “Monday for sure.” So again we waited with that apprehensive anticipation. The Gate was receiving calls from three states away that Monday, people making sure before making that long drive again.

About 4 pm, I went over to the Arena to see what was going down and saw Ry Cooder come in, which was reassuring as I figured that he and the Magic Band were at least traveling in conjunction if not together. I left for food and inspiration, returning around seven-thirty as Booger’s equipment was being set up. Joel began testing his drums and making adjustments, Will checked his sound, turning knobs and checking wires here and there, testing with Booger riffs and somehow passing from the test stage into full song without my noticing the transition. The people were suddenly warm as the stage opened with Will and Joel’s music. Joel moving like a machine over his drums, tight and precise, carrying the music with a balanced consistency. Will’s left hand dancing across his key bass, driving a solid bottom to the blends while his right was building keyboard electric sounds so individual and absolute. Booger music is set aside from the Atlanta movement of music in its direction and pure sensitivity, and this was a real lift to get the concert off.

The crowd cooled down for the break, milling and smoking while equipment shifts were enacted. Ry Cooder was next backed by a four-piece gathering. Cooder didn’t get fully involved in the music because of the bum sound of the P.A. system, a pieced-together conglomeration nobly loaned by local bands. The set was generally down but I observed that Cooder is far better than his album and that night’s performance. His voice is more flexible and a great deal more sensitive than illustrated on the album, his instrumentation lives up to his professional reputation. But he wasn’t up to bringing his audience up except for one sweet Sleepy John blues, smooth and easy with just Ry and his mandolin. Joe Roman leaned over and said, “It’s really weird that it takes a Californian to remind us of our roots.”

Finally,.the Magic Band was due and everyone was eager for that instant of projection. Cheers and cries of “the blimp” rose as the famous top hat came from behind the amps. The Captain smiled, looking about as he plugged in his horn. Ed Marimba (Art Tripp III, of the late Mothers) walked to stage front with a sort of slapstick in his hand, zapping people with a friction ray gun from his hip pocket. Soon Drumbo joined him and together they phased through some calm but absurd theatrics that led to their respective instruments. The music began with drumsticks and plastic-tipped hammers. Captain Beefheart sitting by his wife Jan and smiling. Rhythms at the start soon coupled with Rockette Morton and Zoot Horn Rollo coming forth and the whole place is active sound, strong and basic. Rockette playing hard bass and dancing around. Rollo’s guitar like streams of colored smoke from jets. And everyone feels it as the Captain sucks in and breaks loose his bass clarinet, comes to the front of the stage and jams the horn over the mike. Sound, noise, music, a teleprompter overture of crazy color-lights that I cannot describe nor have the credits to review. Hampton said that they were three hundred per- cent better in Cincinnati—1 don’t know if I could survive that but I’d like to try. Beefheart limited his vocals due to that P.A., and only played harp once. The Gate cleared less than $200, so the concert wasn’t much of a material success’, but it was one of the strongest contributions to our music thus far. There are rumors of future Gate concerts featuring Reprise/Warner artists, which is a truly fine list to work with. I’d like to see Little Feat return to our city, as well as Jethro Tull, Van Morrison, the Dead, Tim Buckley, the Kinks, Fleet- wood Mac, Pentangle, Arlo, Doug Kershaw, Alice Cooper, Frank and the New Mothers, or the great Taj Mahal, who is new to Reprise.

—uncle tom