I hadn’t seen the whole comment at the time I thanked you for it.
Wow! The Belafonte stuff is good for my files, but your MacDonald/Salter intelligence is amazing. I never knew they’d intended “Where is the Love” for the 5th Dimension, but now that you tell me I can hear them doing it in my head and it’s obvious.

“…Love” launched Ralph and his company, Antisia Music (named for son Anthony and daughter Tonisia or Tunisia), on a rocket trajectory to repute and glory only to crash and burn some years later due to…see my email to you, Jason.

That’s a cool present to get, an album you played on back in your session days. I like your boy’s style.

Ralph MacDonald and Bill Salter’s “Where is the Love” was originally written with the Filth Dimension in mind, but failed to connect with them to place the song.
However, Roberta Flack cut a version for her duet LP “Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway” (1972), while the single release of Ralph and his partners are also the songwriters for the 1971 “Where Is The Love,” became a number #1 international hit, reportedly selling sold over ten million copies, won a Grammy (or two) back then. So, not long after you workled with them Al.

Regarding Sam Russell and Irv Hunt, I haven’t been able to find a link between them and Little Richard.. they may have hooked up with Little Richard for demos or something that didn’t pan out as he was inbetween deals at the time. Little Richard hooked up with Warner-Reprise by 1970 and they took him to Muscle Shoals to record his debut on Reprise in 1970.

Russell and Hunt did record with Jackie DeShannon in 1969, but that’s about all I can tell you for what they did that year.

J.

Exceptional work Al, not only did you find the tape, after looking after it for years, but you also found it’s owner.
A gracious archivist shall we say.

Thanks for the post, very interesting.

J.

Bless Bess.

Whoa….that ‘56 Chrysler is beautiful (how could that be??)

My little gang of Bluegrass lightweights used to go to the Ash Grove show and then take our instruments down to a nearby All Night Washateria and practice for a few hours. This sometimes even included real players, like Herbie, and was always appreciated richly by the night owls doing their laundry (Hah!). Following that, it was of course over to Pink’s or Canter’s before stumbling home.

BTW, I just shipped my Evergreen Blueshoes LP over to Etsuo Eito in Japan for his enjoyment (and his amazing collection of all things that relate in any way to Clarence).

I used to gaze at the cover and inside photos, wishing you hadn’t “fuzzied up” the frolicking naked women.

I haven’t found the other chapters in your book (it’s fascinating, and thanks)- do they exist?

I was so captured in the story, I’d forgotten about the name change and I guess, still can’t quite figure out why then, although on some level we all try to fit in and not make waves.. unless one happes t be John Fahey, and look what happened to him.

Thanks for adding the link to Thomas’ page, although I may have to watch the typos when I email you next time Al.. (hah)
I was born in early 1971, so as you may have guessed, I missed the 60s in every sense.

J.

In other words, it totally works right here.
I don’t think I’ve ever been adressed in a public forum before, it’s a little daunting and cool all at once.

I’ve mispaced Fahey’s book on Son House. I’m about halfway through and got distracted when I realised I still had several other books on the go, which i had started earlier, and decided to finish them first.

He is a frustrating persona to try and understand on many levels, his book is so well written and makes pointed criticism at other supposed research based around assumptions while maintaning a lighter humor than reflected on his arcane in-joke sleeve notes on his own albums.

The latter interviews, the curmudgeon he evolved into, with childlike inability to cope with the day-to-day of touring, health and human relationships … all show the latter side that the Revenant crowd clustered around, that following felt more like a cult by default. Still, a whole 30-something crowd of guitar minimalists had their figurehead, however creaky and flawed, he was that guy who cut all those records that we loved.

Speaking of love and enjoyment, I dig these Ash Grove and related posts, the personal recollections are sensational as well.
On a side note, I have never seen a pic of Dave Cohen until these pages came to my attention, thanks Country Al.

J.