After their first show at the Chateau, Kingfish started
gigging relatively regularly around the Bay Area, but more or less established
a weekend residency back at the Chateau for much of the winter. Confirmed dates were December 13,14; January
3,4; and 1/26; but I believe they played some other dates in the intervening
weeks as well. I went to at least one night of each run with Judy, and got to
hear the group developing their sound and their repertoire. One novelty during
the mid-December run was a single version of Johnny B. Goode, which failed to
make it into the band’s regular repertoire.
I also started seeing the group at
the Keystone Berkeley. The first show of theirs I attended there was Sunday
December 29, which was notable for a couple of reasons. First, it was the first
time I saw the group change up their instrumental lineup for a few songs.
Torbert switched to guitar and Kelly took up the bass for a trio of tunes, all
sung by Torbert. “California Day” was one of Torbert’s most memorable originals
from his days in the New Riders, a gorgeous ballad evoking the mystique of the
northern California coastline. He also sang “Lonesome Fugitive,” one of Merl
Haggard’s many songs about outlaws. The third tune in this mini-set was a
bouncy, uptempo version of Hank Cochran’s honky tonk lament “A-11,” which was
best known from Buck Owens’ 1964 version. Another notable aspect of the show
was that Weir’s bandmate Phil Lesh was in attendance, and actually watched part
of the show from a chair on the side of the relatively tiny Keystone stage, but
did not play. Incidentally, contrary to
the Lost Live Dead tour history, James and the Mercedes did not open this
particular show, although they appeared with Kingfish a few times in early
1975.
By the mid seventies New Year’s Eve
was already a big night for music in the bay area. Although the Dead themselves
had not played a show that night since 12/31/72, Garcia and Bill Kreutzmann had
brought in the previous new years jamming with the Allman Brothers at the Cow
Palace. Thus it was a welcome surprise to learn that Kingfish had been booked
to play a show near most of the band’s old stomping grounds, at the Stanford
movie theatre in downtown Palo Alto.
I had been going to the Stanford
theatre since our family moved to Palo Alto at the end of 1960. I remember
going to summer double features there for a dime in my pre-teen years and had
seen many a movie there in subsequent years. By the mid-seventies, the movie
palace had fallen on hard times, and the Kingfish show was an early attempt to
transform the theatre to a venue for live performances. The theatre’s heyday as
a live venue is chronicled in
one-time promoter Andrew Bernstein’s immensely entertaining memoir
California Slim: The Music, the Madness, and the Magic. Miraculously, the
increasingly decrepit theatre was rescued from giving way to another franchise
store by the generosity of film buff David Packard Jr., who convinced the David and Lucille Packard
Foundation to spare no expense in restoring the theatre, now an archival film showcase, to its former glory.
Back at the close of 1974, the theatre was not in great
shape, but it was a fine, relatively intimate place to spend New Year’s Eve
with Weir, Torbert, and friends. You can
find an extensive discussion of this show here.
Opening the evening was another band
with a strong Dead connection. Osiris was a Palo Alto based blues-rock band
whose keyboard player, Kevin McKernan, was the younger brother of the Dead’s
late singer and keyboardist Ron “Pigpen” McKernan. Their lineup was very
Dead-like with two guitars, bass, keyboards, and two drummers, and I believe they used some equipment salvaged from the Wall of Sound. The most vivid memory of their set was an
amazing version of “Hard to Handle” with Kevin McKernan, who bore an eerie
physical resemblance to his sibling, channeling Pigpen’s trademark delivery of
the song.
Kingfish played two sets, with no real surprises to those of
us who had already seen them a few times. They had started to work a number of
other tunes into their repertoire by this time. Weir’s contributions included a
really nice uptempo version of Dolly Parton’s “My Blue Tears” and a snazzy
arrangement of “Saturday Night” with some twin lead guitar from Weir and
Hoddinott. Over the next several weeks, they worked in a number of other tunes
– classic soul tunes including “Shop Around,” “Roadrunner,” a rock arrangement
of Bill Monroe’s “Muleskinner Blues” that was often paired with Torbert’s
version of “Mystery Train,” Bo Diddley’s “Mona” and the blues standard “C.C.
Rider” (these latter two found their way into the Dead’s post-hiatus
repertoires). Torbert added “I Hear You
Knocking,” “Carol” and a few cover tunes he did with the New Riders, including
“School Days,” “Willie and the Hand Jive” and “Sea Cruise,” as well as his own
“Groupie.”
Because Kingfish had been playing
such small venues, and spending considerable time in the Santa Cruz mountains,
I got it in my head that it might be possible to convince them to come play at
UC Santa Cruz. Having never promoted a show in my life, I nonetheless thought
it was something worth pursuing. I was a member of Gotterdammerung, a student
group that showed films every Saturday night in the Crown College Dining Hall,
so I figured we could get use of the Dining Hall for a show if we could pull it
off. So, at the next Kingfish show we
attended, January 25 at the Keystone
Berkeley, I approached Kingfish sound
man Tim Hovey during the break to float the idea of their coming to UCSC.
Since, as noted above, I had no promotion experience, and they knew nothing of
the venue, he seemed somewhat dubious,
but he took my name and number and said they might be in touch. I didn’t really
expect much to come of it.
Tim Hovey has a significant role in
Kingfish/Horses history. He was co-writer, with Torbert, of “Important
Exporting Man” on the third New Riders album, and “Wild Northland” on the first
Kingfish album, and the pair wrote another Kingfish mainstay, “Goodbye Yer
Honor” with Matthew Kelly. Earlier, he had collaborated with John Carter, Scott
Quigley, and Tim Gilbert on “Jump for Joy” which had appeared on the Horses
album and became a mainstay of the Kingfish repertoire. Earlier, Hovey had been
a child actor who appeared in a number of 1950s television shows. Hovey was a
friendly chap, and seemingly a good soundman, as I recall all of the Kingfish
shows of that era having a bright, clear mix.
Opening that Keystone show was
another interesting band with Dead connections. On the 1970
Festival Express
tour, the band members met up with a Canadian folk-rock ensemble called James
and the Good Brothers, comprising singer-songwriter James Ackroyd and .twins
Bruce and Brian Good. James and the Good
Brothers subsequently made it out to California, and eventually recorded a fine
eponymous album for Columbia that was produced by Betty Cantor and included
contributions by Bill Kreutzmann and an uncredited Jerry Garcia. There has been
much speculation at Lost Live Dead and Jerry Garcia’s Middle Finger about the
politics and economics of some of the Dead-related signings by other labels.
Columbia, then run by Clive Davis, seem to have signed several loss leaders
from other labels during the early seventies, including the Rowan Brothers,
James and the Good Brothers and even the original incarnation of the New Riders
of the Purple Sage. In Davis’ recently
published autobiography, he indicates that he was courting the Dead as early as
1969, and these signings could have been part of that effort, which ultimately
resulted in the Dead signing with Davis’s subsequent label. Arista, after
Grateful Dead records folded in 1976. At
any rate, James and the Good Brothers splintered after their album failed to
generate much interest, with the Goods split back to Canada, where they
recruited younger sibling Larry and became (and remain) one of Canada’s more
popular country acts. As an aside, Bruce Good’s sons Travis and Dallas are
mainstays of Toronto’s remarkable alt-country ensemble the Sadies.
Back in California, Ackroyd had
assembled a rock group, which he dubbed James and the Mercedes that comprised a
second guitarist, bass player, drummer, and two female vocalists, one of whom
was Frankie Weir, Bob’s partner at the time. We saw this group on two
consecutive nights, at the Keystone and then the Chateau, and they were
enjoyable if not particularly memorable. These were the only bookings I remember for
this particular ensemble, whch probably broke up after a rather public
separation of the Weirs shortly after the two shows with Kingfish. Ackroyd
seems to vanish from the musical radar around this time, and the Good Brothers
website indicates that he has passed away.
Kingfish Chateau Liberte 1/26/75 From left to right: Hoddinott, Weir, Herold, Kelly, Torbert Photo: M. Parrish |
The next night, Kingfish was back
at the Chateau, and I believe this was their last gig there. I took some photos
at that show, but the very dark ambience of the good ol’ Chateau rendered them
pretty sketchy, even with the assistance of photoshop. As noted, James and the
Mercedes opened, and about the only person visible in the shots of that group
is Ms. Weir. That show was memorable because I did speak with Hovey again and,
more significantly, was introduced to the group’s imposing road manager, Rex
Jackson. Jackson, a tall, muscular fellow who clearly could take on any of the
Chateau’s bikers, was a bit brusque on our first meeting, but turned out to be
a really nice guy.
James and the Mercedes Chateau Liberte 1/26/75 Frankie Weir in spotlight. Photo: M. Parrish |
I did not keep Kingfish set lists,
but I think this may have been the first show at which I heard Weir sing “All I
Need is Time,” the Bud Reneau ballad
that had previously been a hit for both Gladys Knight and the Pips and Roy
Orbison. Kingfish’s arrangement was one of the highlights of their shows during
that era, with Weir doing his best crooning and the band, especially Hoddinott
displaying a beautiful combination of chops and restraint.
Well, this has gone on long enough.
I will wrap this up in Part 3, hopefully more quickly than I got this piece
done.