Archive for March, 2009

The Yella Fella Rides Again!

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

Any email with the subject “Yodeling on Your TV?” will not go unopened in my Inbox, nor will any from Riders in the Sky. This particular email, of course, had both attributes.

“Calling all SaddlePals!” it began, and I knew it was talking to me—a proud owner of a Riders in the Sky “Official SaddlePal” sheriff’s badge–directly.

“Too Slim is offering a 20% discount at the Mercantile! He knows that branding season is just around the bend. So why not brand your herd this Spring with RIDERS IN THE SKY t-shirts, bandanas and hats…‘the humane alternative to branding.’”

The humane alternative to branding! That’s vintage Riders in the Sky!
Quick backgrounder: Guitarist/vocalist/yodeler Ranger Doug (“Idol of American Youth”), Woody Paul (“King of the Cowboy Fiddlers”), and upright bassist/vocalist/”face” percussionist Too Slim (“A Man Aging Like Fine Cheese”)  formed Riders in the Sky in 1977, the name deriving from the classic cowboy song “Ghost Riders in  the Sky. They’ve been the premiere country & western music/entertainment act ever since, taking in accordionist/vocalist Joey Miskulin (“The Cowpolka King”) some 20 years ago and chalking up 5,735 concert appearances (at this writing) in all 50 states and 10 countries since their inception. Among their many highlights are their score for Pixar Animation’s 2002 Academy Award-winning short “For the Birds”; their Grammy Awards for the “Woody’s Round Up” album (featuring the theme from “Toy Story 2”) and the “Monsters Inc.–Scream Factory Favorites” companion CD to the movie; their Saturday morning TV series “Harmony Ranch”; their NPR radio program “Riders Radio Theater” and their many inspired album releases.

They also have the best merch in the business, sold at shows and online via Too Slim’s Mercantile—now discounting 20 percent to email listers through May 1. But the email message also asked, “Is that yodeling you hear coming from your TV? Could it be Riders In The Sky? YES it is!”

Turns out our heroes are currently starring in an eight-part series of western cliffhanger commercials at YellaFella.com, accompanied by zany “Tales from the Trail.”

The commercials are also the spring TV campaign for YellaWood “environmentally preferable” Pressure Treated Pine, and are airing all over the Southeast. The Riders are the “musical spokesmen” for the campaign, and are featured singing against the backdrop of Monument Valley’s North Window as Yella Fella—a John Wayne-type in yellow cowboy garb–rides by on his way to the dilapidated town of Rotwood, where even the wooden town sign is falling apart. He goes on to face down several traditional western movie serial villain types before “Celebrating a Job Well Done” in Part 8 and riding off into the sunset—serenaded once again by Riders In the Sky.

The “Tales of the Trail” bits include “Adventures in Yodeling with Ranger Doug” (featuring a great “Alpine Yodel” ventriloquist bit), Woody Paul’s rope tricks, and “The Tale of the Rabbit Dance.” If you’ve never seen the Riders, this is a great introduction.

Back at The Riders’ site, Too Slim reports that the “Tales” message on Great Southern Wood’s phone answering system has inspired one customer to respond with a sentence never spoken before in the English language: “Please put me back on hold.”

“Apparently he wanted to finish hearing the ongoing saga of ‘Tales from the Trail,’ and the further adventures of the Yella Fella,’”  said Too Slim. “The folks at Great Southern were flabbergasted and rightly so. I did some research with a prominent language expert and it turns out there is no documentation of this sentence ever being uttered before. Not in jest, not ironically, never even once.”

Meanwhile, True West Magazine’s editors and readers have separately chosen Riders In the Sky as “Best Living Western Group of 2009”—as recorded in its new “Best of the West Source Book.” “[We’re] particularly grateful to still be in the ‘Living’ category,” said Too Slim. “The alternative, while inevitable, holds little appeal for us at this juncture.”

The Riders have also recorded a live album with the Grammy-winning Nashville Symphony Orchestra during a three-night stint at Music City’s Schermerhorn Concert Hall. “This project was made possible by a new agreement between the orchestra and the musicians’ union,” noted Ranger Doug of the novel deal that will yield a concert CD in a matter of a month or two. “We’re equal partners with the orchestra.”

And for the first time, Ranger Doug will teach rhythm guitar at guitar legend Jorma Kaukonen’s Fur Peace Ranch, May 29-June 1. All this and so much more (including great sound clips and Too Slim’s Mercantile) can be found at ridersinthesky.com. It’s a wonderful site–for a wonderful band.

Secrets of the Biscotti

Monday, March 30th, 2009

Holly DeSantis says I’ve known her since she was a baby. Well, maybe not since she was crawling, but when she was Holly Olchak, proprietor of Party Girls—the hippest, rock ‘n’ rolling-est catering company ever.

Next to me she’s still a baby, but now she runs Bis.Co. Latte, the hippest, rock ‘n’ rolling-est hand made biscotti shop and café in NYC— 667 Tenth Ave. at West 47th, to be exact. The heart of Hell’s Kitchen.

“We’re probably the only café/bakery in the city to focus on the specialty item of handmade biscotti,” said Bis.Co.’s co-owner Antone DeSantis, Holly’s husband—and like me, a music business veteran who’s seen better days in the music business. “Many focus on other dessert-type stuff like traditional cookies, cupcakes and other treats, but we chose to specialize in the Italian cookie.”

He’s referring, of course, to the biscotti. The plural of biscotto, the word is Italian for biscuit, originating from a Latin word meaning “twice-baked.” It can refer to any cookie, but in America it’s specifically the rock-hard, ultra-thin, elongated and flat-bottomed cookie that is dunked in coffee—or for those of us with early morning toothache who didn’t know they were supposed to be dunked, eaten as is. They are indeed baked twice to optimize storage over long duration.

“They’re different and also healthy,” Antone continued, “low in calories, fat and carbs–and they contain less sugar and more vitamins and minerals than most standard cookies.”

And at Bis.Co. Latte, they come in many styles, if not shapes. In fact, Holly has concocted some 50 different biscotti flavors. When I dropped in on St. Pat’s Day, she had a “Black & Tan”—the black being chocolate chips, the tan being butterscotch, and the beer being Guinness. It thereby joined such other alcohol-assisted biscuits as Sambuca Almond and Kahlua Chocolate Espresso Bean. For Valentine’s Day she had a Cherry Cordial.

But most of her biscotti are strictly wholesome. Among the most popular are Oatmeal Cranbery Crazin Raisin, Oatmeal Chocolate Chip, Chocolate-Covered Strawberry, Coconut Macadamia Nut, Apricot Almond and Cherry Hazelnut. Other special holiday biscotti include New Orleans Praline (with pecans and brown sugar) for Mardi Gras, Chocolate Roses (with rosewater and chocolate chips) for Mother’s Day and White Chocolate Lavendar for Valentine’s Day.

Like the names suggest, Holly uses various combinations of dried fruits and nuts, and like the menu says, “Wheat/Gluten or Sugar Free and Vegan Flavors Available.”

“The secret is utilizing what I have most on the shelf,” she explains, “rotating the ingredients, mixing and mingling the flavors and keeping everything fresh. Like Mango Chocolate Cashew: It’s the only thing I use mango in—but I always have mangos in stock!”

At any given time she has at least 35 different biscotti varieties in big jars on the shelves—some 50 at the time of this writing.

“I always keep the classics and house favorites up there—and a balance of funkier flavors,” Holly continues, revealing a recent Cherry Apricot number spiked with cardamom. “Biscotti is traditionally about dried fruits and nuts–almond or hazelnut, or maybe with little chocolate chips. Rarely anything more elaborate than that. And it’s made without added fat–and very low sugar so it makes them a healthy alternative. I took it a step further with lots of fruits and different nuts, and keeping it low in sugar. I don’t call them fat-free because they’re made with eggs, but with no butter for the majority of them.”

Holly has since carried her biscotti concepts over to other Bis.Co. Latte offerings including scones, muffins, cupcakes, soups, risottos, and steel-cut oatmeals.

“Steel-cut?” I asked, wondering if steel-cut oatmeal was what I tore out of those eight-to-a-box instant oatmeal packets I add hot water to when I want to pretend I’m eating healthy.

“There’s steel-cut, rolled oats, instant oats—and the instant packages don’t even rate!” she said, stuffing me with a spoonful of Almond Maple Mango and stifling me before I had a chance to ask anything else. “Steel-cut is unprocessed roughly-chopped whole grain that has a ‘nuttiness’ that feels nicer on the mouth. People feel that oatmeal is a paste-y babyfood but this has a little more texture to it.”

And no, she doesn’t stay up all night cutting it with a razor–as I had surmised.  She’s too busy baking. In fact, “normally I wouldn’t even have done oatmeal here, but I already knew all about nuts, fruits and whole grains used in biscotti and thought I could incorporate those ingredients and build on it. So I started topping oatmeal only with hazelnuts since they’re Italian–and thus made sense.”

Like everything else, Holly expanded her oatmeal selection, and risottos, soups, etc., etc. It all kind of reminded me—what with the mixing of ingredients, and all–that she used to be a painter.

“Yes, I think of the whole picture—the whole creation of the store,” she replied, “keeping the biscotti and the vision.”

She seemed puzzled that I brought up the painting angle—and tried to tie it in with the store. But the vision was one she had had for quite a while, at least since Party Girls. (I just remembered: I still have a Party Girls wine bottle opener somewhere!)

“I wanted something that wasn’t already out there,” she said, “not like a Starbucks or a fast-food place but more like a little European café that’s all about coffee and biscuits or sweets—a continental breakfast. We provide Wi-Fi as a service, but we don’t want you just parking your computer and making it your office [Umm, are you talking about me specifically?] but sitting down and talking to your neighbors [Huh? We have neighbors?].”

She opened the 600 sq. ft. Bis.Co. Latte in the summer of ’07. In keeping with the specialty, the décor is “modern Italian with a touch of old world,” she says, denoting the acid green, bright orange and neon pink color scheme, the turquoise blue tiles on the counter, cast iron tables with marble tops. There’s neon lighting and lots of mirrors and a store logo that evokes Nabisco’s.

Then there’s the music–an iPod shuffle-play that evokes just about everything. Antone’s been a sales and marketing executive for various record companies, but he’s also done tons of party and club DJ-ing, and the music he programs at Bis.Co. Latte is as good and varied as the biscotti.

“It’s a mix of café-friendly songs from older to current, going back as far as old blues and jazz—Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong–to ‘60s and ‘70s by Dylan, John Prine, Leonard Cohen, Laura Nyro, Elvis Costello,” said Antone. Current female singer-songwriters like Leona Naess and Neko Case are also big, same with British rockers like Radiohead and Oasis, and alt-country artists like Gram Parsons and Wilco.

I was still eating my oatmeal when a song I hadn’t heard in some 40 years or so came on, “Tar and Cement.” But it was clearly not the singer I remembered—or the language. Sure enough, one-hit wonder Verdelle Smith had a No. 38 hit in the U.S. with it in 1966 (you can hear it on youtube), but it turns out that the tune, which is about a small-town girl who moved to the city and longs for the grass and lilacs of her youth over the “tar and cement” of her reality, was written by Italian pop singer Adriano Celentano, who had a hit with it as “Il ragazzo della via Gluck” (“The Boy from Gluck Street”). It was apparently translated into 18 languages, including Françoise Hardy’s hit 1966 French version, “La Maison où j’ai Grandi” (“The House Where I Grew Up”)–the one that played on the Bis.Co. iPod.

“You always play good music here,” said a customer who walked in during the Mama’s & the Papa’s’ 1967 hit “Glad to Be Unhappy.”

“It’s like a Ramones’ song,” responded Antone, referring to its runtime. “One minute, 59 seconds.”

I was still eating my oatmeal.

(Shameless plug: I wrote the first Ramones book, “Ramones—An American Band.” On the bookshelf at the front of Bis.Co. Latte is a copy of my latest book, “John Mellencamp—The Concert at Walter Reed.”)

In between spoonfuls I marveled to Holly at how wonderful the place is–then typed it into my laptop. She laughed, embarrassed. One of those people who get self-conscious when they’re being interviewed. Especially when the interviewer is gleefully typing down the most inane comments.

“You know, this really is the greatest place!” I said, thinking it would put her at ease. This prompted another guy who just walked in to say how he had never stopped anywhere for morning coffee “until there was you.” This in turn prompted Antone to exclaim, “See! She’s performing a community service!”—though it was virtually drowned out by my thoroughly inappropriate and horribly off-key rendition of “Till There Was You” from “The Music Man.”

I just couldn’t help myself, just like I couldn’t help asking about her All-Natural Carob Chip (Puppy Friendly) biscotti; I mean, I don’t have a dog.

“Chocolate isn’t dog-friendly, so I use carob,” she said. “No white sugar, either.”

But she played down the dog biscotti, having discovered that it encourages people to bring in their dogs—“a major health department issue,” as Antone noted. “And the dogs get too excited, because they remember!” Holly added.

The dogs get too excited? You should have seen me when she brought out a bowl of soup, bowl of risotto (she said what kinds they were, but I was too busy wolfing them down to make note of it) and a bowl of “some kind of soy latte, I think” (that’s what I told the woman who walked in and witnessed what must have looked like a hopelessly famished homeless man in the throes of Bis.Co. Latte-induced passion). But I can report that the Chocolate Egg Yolk Butter Cream Cupcake that topped it off was out of this world.

“I also make an egg white cupcake, that’s healthier and more stable,” Holly said. Then she explained that “more stable” means “holds it’s shape better.”

And that’s something I’ll never forget.

“Robert Earl Keen! Robert Earl Keen!”

Monday, March 9th, 2009

Texans sure do love their Texans, and in the case of Robert Earl Keen, this good ole Wisconsin boy can understand why.
As a singer-songwriter he’s as good as it gets. Three faves: “Corpus Christi Bay,” about getting drunk and stoned in Corpus and contributing to his brother’s divorce; “That Buckin’ Song,” about a horse named Bad Luck who “weren’t good looking but she sure could buck” and with the ultimate sing-along chorus, “Yahoo, hey hey, yippee-yi ki-yey”; and “Merry Christmas from the Family,” a “home for the holidays” total mess (“Fred and Rita drove from Harlingen/I can’t remember how I’m kin to them/But when they tried to plug their motor home in/They blew our Christmas lights”; radio-syndicated “The John Boy & Billy Big Show” picked up on it bigtime in 1994, dramatically widening Robert Earl’s fan base).
Such real-life tales and observations, backed by a dynamite rockified Texas country band, have led to a rabid live following among collegiates and Texas expats—much in the manner of fellow Texan Jerry Jeff Walker. But I’m sure Robert Earl is befuddled by his cult superstardom–while appreciating that kids half his age and younger know all the words to his songs. Indeed, his “act” is as unassuming and unembellished as his gently drawling singing voice; his music, though, is as hooky as anything in pop, and who can’t relate to his concert signoff “The Road Goes On Forever” and its promise that “the party never ends”—even if the tune is about a hapless guy who gets the chair for shooting a cop.
Have a beer with him and he’d rather talk about his pet cause, the Hill Country Youth Orchestras (HCYO). And so it was last month at Terminal 5, where he headlined some sort of Texas Independence Day celebration before a packed room of raucous Robert Earl fans chanting “Robert Earl Keen! Robert Earl Keen!” long after he was gone for good.
Except that his adorable and precocious eight year-old daughter Chloe, on her first trip to New York (her sage dad explained his rule on not taking kids anywhere before they were old enough to remember), was regaling the meet-and-greeters in the dressing room by flicking green tea bags (unused) from a plastic spoon, making serious conversation inappropriate.
“Actually, it’s because of Chloe that I got to see the inner workings of the youth orchestra,” Robert Earl said a couple days later after returning home to Kerrville, also home of the HCYO. “They invite kids of any age who’s interested in playing string instruments—violin, viola, cello, bass—to come once or twice a week and learn how to play. And it’s absolutely free: They even loan you an instrument and put you in little groups of five or six, then move you into bigger ones of 15 to 20 and it becomes a real symphony-like situation with horn players from high school.”
In fact, once or twice a year HCYO does stage a symphony event at the Cailloux Theater, where Robert Earl will hold a benefit concert Thursday, Mar. 12.
“I always try to be involved in something that’s community-oriented, that I have an interest in,” continued Robert Earl, whose daughter plays violin once a week with HCYO. “I just put on a concert any way they want it, and this is the second year it’s been to benefit HCYO. Last year they had the kids play a 20-minute prelude, and this time we’ll do 30, 40 minutes and then they’ll do 20 minutes of Stephen Foster songs—because everybody knows those and they lend themselves to string arrangements—and then we’ll get back up and do another hour. But it’s really all about enjoying music and people.”
Kids come from as far as 80 miles away for the opportunity to learn the professionals at HCYO, he added, and according to the Ochestra’s web site, students do indeed come from Kerrville, Ingram, Fredericksburg, Junction, Rocksprings, Center Point, San Antonio, Bulverde, Mason and Boerne. There are actually five orchestras within the organization, from a strings group for beginners up to more advanced players and the full Hill Country Youth Orchestra that includes brass, woodwind, and percussionists. These musicians also help comprise the orchestras in community theater productions in both Kerrville and Fredericksburg.
“If you lived in Austin or even New York, it would be hard to find this kind of thing—and particularly for free and at this level—with such highly skilled teachers,” said Robert Earl.
I hadn’t seen him in well over a year. He’d changed agents since then, and is now without a label. I knew he was writing a book for some Texas college press, I think. He was maybe two pages into it then, and had discovered that it was different than writing songs. I explained that you just have to knock it out and not care so much about what you write—it all gets edited anyway. He clearly took my advice.
“Yeah, I’m about four pages into it now!” he replied when I asked how it was going. But he does have one book that just came out, “The Road Goes on Forever and the Music Never Ends.” It has the lyrics for 24 Keen favorites with brief comments, i.e., “Corpus Christi Bay”: “True? Yes, unfortunately.”
But he has finished a new record with steel guitarist/producer (and Dixie Chick Natalie Maines’ father) Lloyd Maines, who played on and produced his 1996 live album “No. 2 Live Dinner.”
“I’ve always wanted to do a studio record with Lloyd,” he said. “I’ve done almost all my records with my touring band and he knows them all and can get great sounds out of them—and he sort of understands me when I try to find a color texture to describe the sound I want, instead of shaking his head and losing his patience like most musicians when I say something like ‘purple sunsets’ or ‘blue skylights.’” (Laura Nyro, incidentally, was like that, too. She would instruct her producers and players to play colors. I think it’s called synesthesia—also the title of a great Peter Himmelman album.)
Where Robert Earl’s album will end up is unclear. “I put out a live album ‘Marfa After Dark,’ for free on my web site,” he said of the download he made available last year, recorded live at the Marfa Ballroom in Marfa, Texas. “But it remains a mystery whether I put the new one out on a record company or put it out on my own.”
The good thing is that however it’s released, he’s bound to have great merch. Before hanging up he promised to send me the new stainless steel, over-sized “The Road Goes On Forever” shot glass. It will go good with my insulated beer bottle jacket that helped promote his great 2003 album “Farm Fresh Onions.”