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Dec 26 2006

You Got Us (We Felt Good)

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If you’re like most rockers, you’re feelin’ like someone reached inside and pulled your soul out today …

the legend … the music … the man … the Godfather of Soul died this morning shortly before 2 AM in Atlanta …

I only had one chance to meet James Brown, and that was in 1967 when he played Charlotte. (It was at the Arthur Smith Studios down there that he recorded Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag.) You couldn’t get near the man unless you had some stroke with someone in the show (the one who got me in was also the first manager of my group). You didn’t have to even go one-on-one with him to get the tremendous vibrations that (then) “Soul Brother #1″ emanated. Although my meeting with him was shorterthanthis, he seemed genuinely interested in me — as he was with all his fans.

But Mr. Brown did more than that. Not only was ….Bag the first crossover hit that actually showcased the total James Brown experience (dancing, shouting and singing)as well as the precision of the Famous Flames, but his 1968 classic, Say It Loud (I’m Black and I’m Proud) actually promoted the pride of African-Americans in their race. They were black, and they were every bit as strong, intelligent and innovative as the whites.
It was a song that relied heavily on the voice of children … a cause which Mr. Brown advocated heavily.

Living In America — the song he performed in one of the Rocky series — promoted pride in America, and was the only James Brown hit to go #1 in England.

Just three days before he died, Mr. Brown was handing out gifts at his annual charity drive in Atlanta. Faithful to his people … black, white or any other race/creed/color … to the end.

Right about now, I’ve got a feeling that Mr. Brown is getting ready for his first celestial performance, with Dr. Martin Luther King front row, center.

Thanks for all the new steps, Mr. B. You Had Us (and We Felt Good).
OIMBND (Often Imitated But Never Duplicated).

R.I.P., my friend ….

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Dec 19 2006

This just in about Mike Smith (DC5)

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This one’s for ALL DC5 fans who’ve been concerned about Mike Smith, former lead singer of the Dave Clark Five. It’s an article sent to me via Bob Kostanczuk of the Post-Trib, printed here in its entirety:

HALL OF FAME IS CALLING
Husband of Merrillville native may have earned a place there

December 17, 2006
BY BOB KOSTANCZUK Post-Tribune
Arlene Gorek married into a dream.

The Merrillville girl wedded Mike Smith, lead singer of the Dave Clark Five — rivals of the Beatles during those mad-and-giddy days of the British Invasion.Gorek was there in the ’60s during the frenetic nuttiness, such as when fans stormed the DC5’s car while the band was making a getaway after a California concert.

But a freak accident in 2003 crushed the fairy-tale life.

Smith broke his neck in three places in a fall from a high fence at their home on the Mediterranean Sea.

He’s 63, and — barring an unadulterated miracle — will never walk again.

Additionally, he has no use of his right arm.

There were also complications this year from infection to a lung.

He’s been on a feeding tube and ventilator.

Life, for Smith, is an English hospital outside of London that specializes in spinal injuries.

He can’t seem to make it home, at least not yet.

“This is our fourth Christmas here in the hospital. Can you believe it?” his wife asked rhetorically. “I’ve got his room decorated. It’s got a wreath above his bed and there’s a big Santa Claus on his bulletin board. I’ve got his Christmas stocking up and got a wreath on the door, so we’ve got a lot of Christmas stuff right here in the ward.”

Despite attempts at holiday merriment, challenges abound.

“It’s hard at times when he’s down,” she said by phone this month. “I won’t say that he’s up all the time. It has been hard, but Mike and I really try to be positive. You really, really, really get to know each other.

“The both of us have held each other at times, and we’ve both cried. Then, there’s other times when we just laughed ourselves silly. We have had tears of joy streaming down our faces.”

There may be more reasons to shed tears of joy if Smith’s group is inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next year.

The Dave Clark Five is one of nine nominees for the 2007 class of inductees. Five inductees will be announced Jan. 8, with the induction ceremony set for March 12 at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York City.

“You have no idea how much he would want to be there for it,” said the 1961 graduate of Merrillville High School.

Gorek is now known as Charlie Smith. The unusual first name stems from the professional moniker she once used for her Hollywood career: Arlene Charles.

She did a little movie work, but her hubby was the one in the public spotlight.

‘Huge honor’

Because of medical procedures — which included placement on a ventilator — Smith didn’t have his usual voice to answer questions about his band’s nomination.

But Charlie helped take a statement from him earlier this month.

“I’m very thrilled,” he said. “There is so much talent out there, and for us to even be nominated is a huge honor. We were at the beginning of the musical revolution called the British Invasion.

“In England, we had to sell a million records to just knock the Beatles off the No. 1 spot with ‘Glad All Over.’ We then went on to tour the world four times and played to millions of fans.”

The Dave Clark Five also had the distinction of performing 18 times on “The Ed Sullivan Show” — the most popular variety program on American television at the time.

Being named to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame would likely be a commercial boon for Smith and his ex-bandmates.

“It’s a little bit of free marketing, and a lot of labels are savvy in taking the energy of that and turning it into a sales campaign. It can be a great thing for some acts,” said Warren Zanes, vice president of education and public programs for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in Cleveland.

Although some acts aren’t poised, from a business sense, to take advantage of induction, Zanes said that “in general, it means a spike in sales” for honorees.

Renewed interest

Induction into rock’s hall of fame would also mean a boost in name recognition for Smith and his old band, especially among new generations.

“The opportunity for a band like the Dave Clark Five is to reawaken people to what a big international act they were,” Zanes said. “A lot of folks know the songs, but they can’t tell you who it is.

“When people talk about the Dave Clark Five, it will be just one or two beats before they do a comparison with the Beatles. Of the British Invasion artists, they were the only real threat to the Beatles, and a lot of people don’t know this.”

During 1964 — the hottest year of the British Invasion — the Dave Clark Five’s bombastic sound notched more hit singles in America than the Rolling Stones. Utilizing saxophone and a muscular rhythm section, the DC5 churned out loud, buoyant fare that included “Bits and Pieces,” “Any Way You Want It,” “Do You Love Me” and “Glad All Over.”

Anchoring the vocals was Smith’s full-bodied singing. The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll calls him “a truly outstanding soul shouter.”

Groovy times

Charlie met her husband-to-be in the midst of the band’s fame.

It was November 1964.

After having lived in Merrill-ville and the Glen Park section of Gary, Charlie moved to California while in her early 20s. She was a pretty blonde and beauty-pageant winner who had headed west with big dreams that included film roles.

Landing a date with a publicist, Charlie was taken to a Dave Clark Five concert in Anaheim. There was backstage access and a meeting with the group’s chief singer and keyboardist, who wowed her.

“I just thought he was really cute,” she recalled.

It was the start of a periodic relationship with the mod pop star, whom she would catch on concert stops in the mid-’60s.

They dated, but Charlie’s mother hardly endorsed the relationship with Smith.

The parental advice was direct: “He’s a star. He’s gonna break your heart.”

In any event, Charlie and her beau lost touch while the English band with the “Tottenham sound” was still motoring along in the swingin’ ’60s.

Smith obviously had his career, and she was trying to get hers off the ground. Charlie ended up having small roles in the Elvis Presley movies “Spinout” (1966) and “Clambake” (1967).

Many years later — in 1999 — Charlie was living in the Valparaiso area when her friends contacted a Dave Clark Five fan club via the Internet, seeking to get a message to Smith that an old flame was curious about him.

On Valentine’s Day 1999, Smith called Charlie. It was the first time they had spoken in more than three decades.

On Oct. 27, 2001, they tied the knot. Both had been previously married.

They lived the idyllic life in an upscale area of southern Spain. Smith once noted that on a clear day, Africa was visible across the water.

Tragedy looms

Shortly after marrying his Hoosier girl, Smith was enjoying a career renaissance by touring as Mike Smith’s Rock Engine. He played Merrill-ville’ s Star Plaza Theatre in March 2003.

A few months later, he fell from a fence, trying to gain access to his home after a door had stuck. Smith — who was returning home in the evening — landed awkwardly, snapping his neck.

Charlie was in the United States at the time.

He laid helpless all night until being found by neighbors.

When the accident occurred, Charlie and her husband were planning to move from Spain to the LaPorte area.

They sold their home in Spain this past spring, acquiring a rental house in England that is about 10 minutes from the hospital where Smith is being treated. He’s been able to go home to the house only fleetingly, visiting for a couple of hours last Christmas, for instance.

The singer receives constant — and costly — care through England’s National Health Service. Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits — another British Invasion band — helped raise money for a motorized wheelchair for Smith.

“We wouldn’t have been able to afford that,” Charlie said. “We didn’t have that kind of money.”

Noone offered a financial observation: “Musicians don’t get great pension plans.”

At the hospital, Smith ’s grind is eased by human contact. He found a friend in fellow patient Sylvia Hursey of Kent, England.

“I know him pretty well; I think he’s a lovely guy,” Hursey recently said by phone. “He’s very friendly. He’s got a good sense of humor.”

Fingers crossed

If Smith makes it to New York for induction into rock’s hall of fame, it would make for an emotional moment, according to Joel Peresman, president and chief executive officer of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Foundation.

“I think everyone in the house would appreciate the effort to get there,” Peresman said. “Probably anything he does is an effort. People would appreciate seeing him.”

In the meantime, Charlie has other goals in mind for her husband.

“We’re hoping that he’ll get to come home this Christmas for a couple hours, and, in the new year, we’re hoping he gets to come home for good,” Charlie, 64, related.

She said her husband’s permanent move to their home outside London would require the services of live-in caregivers.

“We still have our very, very strong faith in God,” Charlie assured. “We have a very, very strong belief in each other, and that’s helped us through the difficult times.”

The couple recently worked on a Christmas message for his Web site.

Speaking of the holidays, Charlie was trying to get doctor’s clearance for her hero to come home for the yule season, if only for a two-hour stay.

“The tree is up, all the decorations are up, so they’re waiting for him,” she said.

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Dec 04 2006

THE (skeptic’s) NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

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Okay … we’re gonna take a break from the (not-updated-often-enough-but-will-be-soon!) rock memories to bring a special story to ya (it came from my Spaper site, incidentally):

Hey … how ’bout grabbin’ a seat and let Uncle Relic read y’all a real good Christmas story, okay??
It’s called … well, it usedta be called The Night Before Christmas but, ummmm, someone added a few, er, afterthoughts to it.
Awwww, c’monnn … let’s try it out, and see whatcha think:

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (skeptic’s version)

(NOTE: These remarks are, in no way, a reflection of this writer’s feelings. As far as I know.)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

(so they have MICE in their house. Highly unsanitary)

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

(they don’t have a working washer-dryer)

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

(fervent Catholics? Maybe the washer repairman?)

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

(doesn’t their school teach sex education?? Most think about their DATES, man! Geez …)

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

(Sure. Man and woman, kids in bed, naked except for kerchief and cap. To sleep. Uh-huh …)

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

(Probably just a stray dog. Why be so PARANOID?? Oh … that’s right: They’re, uh, “SLEEPing”!)

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

(Well, if he hadn’t eaten the sash to begin with … poor nutrition habits!)

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

(Now, why “breast”? Why not “scene” or “scape”? Sounds sexist to me!)

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

(THIS is one for PETA; pulling a fat-assed dude, bag and stuff [see next lines] … and they’re tiny?)

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

(Yeah … right. “Little old” drivers are rarely “lively and quick”. Check the freeway yourself …)

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

(Rats. I was pullin’ for the washer repairman!)

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

(what’s a COURSER?)

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

(DAMN! He’s gonna wake up the KIDS, who are dreaming of sugar plums …)

Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!

(”now” WHAT?!?)

On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!

(”ON” what??)

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

(Now, WHY the hell didn’t he use the DRIVEWAY like everyone ELSE?)

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

(Dash away all of what? That bearded bozo better leave my stuff alone and get to fixin’ that washin’ machine!)

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

(Hel-LOOO! Doesn’t this guy rake his LAWN?! And, dude, it’s snowing! How’dya know if there ARE leaves??)

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

(can anyone explain this line?)

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

(sounds like ol’ SC was an afterthought!)

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

(DAMN! They’re gonna wake the kids, I tell ya!)

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

(was he drawin’ it back to BUST Santa for makin’ that racket?)

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

(waitaminnit. Isn’t that “entering without breaking”? And why was he carrying a “bound”?)

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

(Awwww, CRAP! There goes the clean CARPET!)

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

(It’s late … strange dude looks like a peddler, breaking in through chimney … yep: five to ten at San Quentin at least!)

His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

(WHOA! Sounds like daddy was gettin’ turned ON by the dude in red!)

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

(it STILL sounds like he was gettin’ turned on …)

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

(DAMN, he was gettin’ excited!)

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

(like HELL he didn’t … Linda Blair did the same thing in “Exorcist”!)

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

(And what, pray tell, was the “jerk” doing with him? When’d HE come into the picture?)

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

(HE’S GONNA BLOW A LUGIE!! HE’S A REDNECK! I KNEW IT!!)

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

(oh …)

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

(hmph — earlier he called their names to get ‘em to move. Now he just whistles for ‘em?)

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

(what the heck?? Since when does a thistle have DOWN??)

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

(DAMN!! HE WOKE UP THE KIDS WITH ALL THAT CLATTER! NOW THE OWNER’S GOT

  • A CHIMNEY TO CLEAN
  • SOOTY FOOTPRINTS TO VACUUM
  • LYSOL TO SPRAY, TO GET THAT DAMNED PIPE SMOKE OUTTA THE ROOM
  • THE KIDS TO CALM DOWN and get back to (ahem!) “sugarplum-land”.
  • AN UNSATISFIED NEARLY-NEKKID WIFE WHO DOESN’T KNOW HE WAS MAKIN’ EYES AT SANTA …
  • A POSSIBLE POLICE REPORT TO FILE


EDITOR’S NOTE: So, here, we have the tragic story of an impoverished, fairly uneducated family who lives in unsanitary conditions. Then, one night, upon lying down after a questionable meal, the man of the house comes face-to-face with an intruder. The perp made his way into the house in unconventional fashion, and proceeds to make a mess. Strangely, the man becomes attracted to him … and doesn’t stop him or his accomplice (aka “a jerk”) from their crime.

Pity, isn’t it??

Awww, the heck with it … MERPYSONS CHRISTOLIDAYTINGS! (Well, it’s now 2006, and we’ve gotta be careful with our greeting, kids … so I”ve combined them all into one!)

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