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Istanbul (Not Constantinople)*

Here’s the first of a handful of posts from a recent visit to Istanbul, Turkey. 

Napoleon once said that if the world had just one capital, it would be Constantinople – the city now known as Istanbul, Turkey.  Apparently lots of Emperors and Sultans felt the same way.  For over 1000 years, Istanbul was Constantinople – capital of the Eastern Roman Empire and named for the 4th Century Roman Emperor Constantine.  In 1453, the Ottoman armies of Sultan Mehmet II successfully laid siege to Constantinople and established Istanbul as the new capital of the Ottoman Empire.

The Sultan and the Ottomans were Islamic, so most of what is now Istanbul has been mostly Islamic ever since.  Grand Christian churches were converted to mosques.  The grandest of all was Hagia Sophia — originally dedicated in the year 361 and serving as a Christian church for nearly 1100 years.  When the Ottomans took over in 1453, the crosses and other Christian symbols that covered Hagia Sophia’s walls and ceiling were replaced with symbols of Muhammed and Allah.  A mihrab and minbar replaced altar and pulpit, and minarets (towers used for the daily call to prayer) were built on all four corners.  Fortunately, the enlightened Sultan only covered up – and did not destroy – many of the Christian religious icons.  Today the Hagia Sophia is a museum, showing off its immense and beautiful architechture and its odd current mix of Christian icons and Islamic symbols, and thus telling the story of Istanbul’s last 1700 years.

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The tiny Church at the Chora monastery a few miles to the west saw a similar fate.  Today it’s a museum, and most of the amazing and elaborate murals have been restored.

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*”Istanbul (Not Constantinople)” is a goofy song about the re-naming of Constantinople.  It was a gold-record hit in the 1950s by the Four Lads, and was recorded again by the They Might Be Giants in the 1990s.  If you don’t remember it, watch the recent version on YouTube.  It’ll make you smile.  “All the girls from Constantinople are in Istanbul (not Constantinople); so if you’ve a date in Constantinople, she’ll be waiting in Istanbul.” 

 

 

 

Fighting Irish

 

Hanging on my living room wall is a framed copy of a November 1957 Sports Illustrated, with a picture of Sooner All-American Clendon Thomas on the cover.  Back then, the Sooners were defending back-to-back national champs, they were riding an unprecedented 47-game win streak spanning nearly five seasons, and they were about to face off against Notre Dame in Norman.  The prior year, the Sooners had traveled to South Bend and trounced the Irish 40-0.  The headline on that Sports Illustrated cover:  “Why Oklahoma is Unbeatable.”   The Sooners lost to the Irish 7-0 that week in Norman, ending a streak that had helped to put an entire state on the map.

Oklahoma faced Notre Dame in Norman again last weekend, and again fell victim to the much-touted Luck (and Skill) of the Irish.

My seat at the game was right next to a devoted Notre Dame fan and alum.  Tom Short graduated from Notre Dame in 1954, and again (with a law degree) in 1956.  After a few years as an Air Force pilot, he worked with NASA on the Apollo space program.  He’s been married for 51 years.  Tom’s a very young 79.

Tom was actually at that 1956 game in South Bend when the Sooners got their only victory ever in the series.  Fifty-six years later, he’s still a big football fan.  Saturday night, he was gracious and statesmanlike in the Irish victory and complimentary of the Sooner traditions he found himself surrounded by.  He was practically a celebrity walking around the OU campus in his yellow “ND 50-Year Club” alumni hat.  One much-younger Notre Dame alum eagerly sacrificed his spot in the bathroom line to let Tom go right to the front.  The visiting Fighting Irish fans were all eager to shake his hand and buy him a beer.  So were several Sooners – including me.

Ordinarily, sitting next to a diehard fan of the opposing school is the last thing you want to endure when your team is losing a hard-fought game (especially to #&^%$ Notre Dame, right?).  But this time it was a real treat.  And maybe a tiny consolation in the loss.  We’ll get ‘em next time.

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Almost Famous?

A few months ago, I told the story of my initial Forest-Gump-like foray into the world of Nashville songwriting.  Now there’s actually something to listen to!  “We” recorded studio “demos” of the three songs.  It was great fun, and I swear the songs are better than you’re expecting them to be — but of course I had lots of help.  

Click here to go to the songs — or the story and pictures are below. 

 

Country music has at least one thing in common with classical music:  More often than not, the artist you hear performing a song is not the person who wrote or composed it.  This differs from traditional rock bands, who typically write their own music.  One result of this is that in Nashville, there are dozens and dozens of songwriters happily writing songs, hoping that someday those tunes will be on the radio, sung by one of the big country stars.

Last spring, my longtime friend Greg Cook, a professional Nashville musician, had an out-of-the-blue, outside-of-the-box invitation for me:  I should come to Nashville and write some songs with him (and with a couple of his very very talented friends).  See the full story here.  Given my lack of any known skill or expertise in this domain, this seemed a bit like a suggestion that I return a few punts for the Packers, or stand in for Baryshnikov at the Bolshoi.  But Greg had faith, patience and probably some amused curiosity.  Of course I eagerly agreed.  It was great fun – mostly thanks to Greg and the two other musical wizards we worked with (Eddie Kilgallon and Justin Spears).

The initial results were promising, and this month brought about the next chapter in the adventure:  Greg brought me back to Nashville to make “demo” recordings of the three songs.  You can click here to go hear those songs.  But here’s the story behind the recordings.

A “demo” is a recording of the song, usually performed with a full band.  The point of a demo is to have something to give a country artist (singer or producer) so they can hear your song and (maybe, just maybe) decide to record it on a “real” album.  There are studios in Nashville that do a lot of this.  I’m guessing that the ratio of “demos” to songs really recorded for a major label is at least 100 to 1.  So our odds  are not good; but we are undeterred.

Greg handled everything.  The band they put together was amazing.  There’s good, there’s really good, and then — about three notches up from that — there are these guys.  The electric guitar player, for example, moonlights at this studio, but his regular job is playing guitar for Tim McGraw.  The acoustic guitar player (and bandleader) is the guy who does the acoustic parts for Rascal Flats and Faith Hill albums.  You get the picture.

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These guys were so good, you could just say “Let’s make this one feel like a Randy Travis song from the 1980s,” or “Let’s do this one kinda like Joe Walsh did ‘Life’s Been Good.’.”  And they’d do it.  And it sounded just like you’d imagined it, only better.

One great amusement:  In these settings, the songwriters do not write down traditional sheet music.  You write down the lyrics, then make a usually-very-rough, on-your-iPhone style audio recording (“work tape”) of the song with just guitar and melody, then you show up at the demo session.  The band learns the song by listening to the work tape, and then by having someone sing it with them as they play it.  The latter is a “scratch vocal”, which is recorded temporarily but subsequently recorded over when the “real” singer arrives.  Despite the fact that Greg and the other two co-writers on the three songs each have principal occupations that include “professional singer” in the job description, somehow I was the guy who wound up singing for two of the work tapes, and singing along with the band as the scratch vocal on all three.  This was probably the first time I’d sung in front of more than one or two carefully-chosen acquaintances since I was in a grade school assembly.  And I was singing for that crowd.  In my vague defense, I must have done okay – at least in terms of showing them how the song was supposed to go – because they spun out three pretty impressive “tracks” in just a couple of hours.

The next step was the vocals.  Often these are done by a hired-gun studio session singer.  Coincidentally, Justin Spears (co-writer on one of the songs, and a member of Ricochet) is one of those guys. (Justin is the guy in several of the pictures with long reddish hair and a bushy beard.)  He’s got a wonderful and amazingly versatile voice (he can sing like Hank Jr. one minute and Bob Seger or Alan Jackson the next); he’s got a Rainman-like musical-genius ability to calculate complex musical harmonies in his head and sing them on the fly; and he’s got a wacky, warm personality that always makes you laugh and feel like you’ve found a new friend.  On our demos, Justin sang the lead and both the background vocal parts.  He could do the lead vocals, then the tenor part, then the baritone – each done flawlessly, back-to-back, without practice and without any written music in front of him.

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Almost done.

The last step is the “mix.”  That’s where they use a big table-sized board full of knobs and levers and meters (and nowadays lots of computerized gizmos) to adjust and balance all vocals and instruments and make it all sound right together.  If this sounds simple or straightforward, it is not.  An example of what goes on:  Rob, the engineer, wasn’t perfectly happy with the recorded “thunk” sound of the studio snare drum, so he ran a computer program that replaced every “thunk” with a presumably-slightly-different (I couldn’t tell!) “thwk” with similar volume at the precise same instant  (Rob apparently has a library of half-second sound “samples” of various snare drums).  While the computer performed this task, Rob offered up some opinions on the sound quality generated by the drum-striking techniques of various Nashville studio drummers.  Example:  “He’s got the best kick-snare-hat in the business, but his toms are just so wimpy.”  I suspect that if I was a drummer, I’d think that was either dead-serious business, or crazily hilarious.

Though Rob could have tweaked all day, the musicians were so good there was probably little need for that.  What came out of the fancy speakers in that little room sounded for all the world like something I’d fully expect to hear on the radio.  All three songs sounded great.

Everyone who touches this process adds something new and pushes the evolution along, making the song just a little different and, each time, usually at least one notch better.  Though Greg and I were both pleased and surprised at the result, that’s just icing on the cake.  I got to spend another week with my longtime buddy, and live another few days in a fun world of music pros in action.   What’s next?  Good question.  With any luck, maybe there’ll be another chapter in this saga.

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CLICK HERE to go to – and hear — the songs.

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Somehow I didn’t come away with any pictues of Eddie Kilgallon, the great guy who co-wrote “I’ve Got People for That” with us (and who co-wrote a #1 George Strait song a while back).  He’s got a blog here if you want to see his mug.

On The Road Again with Ricochet

A few days back, I found myself on a short bus tour through Indiana and Michigan with my friends in the country band, Ricochet. (Prior stories about them are here, here, and here).  My high school buddies Greg Cook (pictured just below, after a show, in the decidedly unglamorous dressing room of the “8 Seconds” honky-tonk in Indianapolis), and Heath Wright (pictured onstage below and previously pictured here) let me tag along, take a few pictures and get another little glimpse of their music-biz life.

Late Friday night – after a show in Indianapolis and after a 3am stop at an Indiana Waffle House – the Ricochet tour bus was rolling north and Justin Spears had his guitar out, playing and singing whatever came to mind.  As we all settled in to debrief on the Waffle House antics, Justin started to play Bob Seger’s “Turn the Page” –a song about musicians on the road in a tour bus in the Midwest.  (“Here I am, on the road again.  Here I am, up on the stage….”).   And of course, everyone (singers, technicians, bus driver and one visiting lawyer) joined in.  If you’ve ever watched that scene in the movie “Almost Famous” where they all sing “Tiny Dancer”on the band’s tour bus — this was one of those moments.  Or a least it looked that way to an outsider.

Being on the road with Ricochet brings no shortage of such sights.  There’s always an afternoon “sound check” — a low-key mini-concert to an empty room (see the picture below of Heath), done to check and fine tune the zillion knobs and settings on all the monitors and speakers and amps.

There’s often a pre-show “meet and greet” with fans.  On Friday night, for example, the parents of a 14-yr-old girl had driven her 2 hours to see the show, not realizing it was in a no-kids-allowed country nightclub.  So the whole band gave the girl and her parents a short private concert on the band bus before the show (see the first two pictures below).

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There always seems to be a tattered, run-down dressing room, usually with bright lights around a mirror, and with graffiti and stickers and posters from the bands who have been there before.  That’s where I took those close-up pictures of Greg.  They barely use the dressing rooms — this group doesn’t do much pre-show primping.  Fifteen minutes before showtime, they’re probably still in shorts and tennis shoes (except for Heath, who goes full-time in full-cowboy).

After the show there’s usually an autograph signing session, where sweet, proper grandmothers and local good ol’ boys line up with drunken barflies (and everything in between), all patiently waiting their turns for an autograph or a picture, and a couple of seconds’ brush with the evening’s visiting C&W celebrities.  The young ladies in the big picture below had lined up for a picture, apparently after purchasing some Ricochet merchandise; “Sweet Tea” is the name of Ricochet’s newest song.  Notice the Ricochet (temporary?!) tatoo on the woman’s left arm.

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Saturday’s show in Tecumseh, Michigan was completely different – a very civilized “Center for the Arts” theater and a room full of mostly gray-haired fans (who, curiously, gave a standing ovation only for the Ricochet drummer’s hiphop/rap medley).

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I should thank all the members of Ricochet for tolerating me again.  Some of them exited the bus in the middle of the night to head for Oklahoma, so I didn’t get to say a proper “goodbye” and “thank you.”

For the second year in a row, I got to have a simultaneous mini-reunion with my two college roomates – Ricochet member Greg Cook, and Dondi Cupp (now a Michigander, living in Ann Arbor – not too far from Tecumseh).  That’s Dondi in the white shirt with blue print, obviously posing with the band (and above in another picture with Greg and me).

Red River Rollover: OU 63, Texas 21

Just a few pocket camera shots here, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to gloat a little about my Sooners.

The first time I ever saw an OU-Texas football game was in 1983 – as a member of the OU band (the “Pride of Oklahoma”).  During college, I saw a win, a loss and a legendary #1-vs-#2 last-second tie in 1984.  I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been to Dallas in early October for the OU-Texas game since then, but “win, lose or draw” (literally), it’s always a great spectacle.

The key to the game’s tradition is the neutral site at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas.  The crowd is split 50/50, with 45,000 or so Sooner faithful on the east end and 45,000 Longhorns fittingly in the west.  Even better, the pre-game and post-game festivities outside the stadium are smack in the middle of the annual State Fair of Texas.  No tailgate party in the country can compare with the State Fair’s midway, carnival games, corny-dog vendors and fried ice cream.

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I’ve seen almost every game in the “Stoops” era, which has been happily lopsided in the Sooners’ favor.  I live in Houston – land of the Longhorn – where the annual event in Dallas is backwardly and erroneously referred to as the “Texas-OU Game” – so each Sooner win offers opportunities to carefully balance smugness and graciousness with my many orange-laden Lone Star State friends.

This year was (another!) beatdown of the Longhorns by the Sooners.  The 63-21 final score actually makes it sound closer than it really was (it was 36-2 at the half).

One new amusement this year was the location of our seats.  On about the 40 yard line, on Row 1.  Our feet were just a foot or so above the turf, and we were just a few feet from the Sooners bench.  Of course we usually couldn’t actually see the GAME (except on the big screens), but we got a unique peek at the Sooner sidelines.  One fascinating moment occurred when the defense came off the field after a big interception.  The Sooner crowd was ecstatic, but the Sooner defensive coaches were furious – screaming at the players because the secondary had varied from their assignments.  The fact that the result of the play nonetheless turned out to be a Longhorn-crushing interception did not dampen the scolding one iota.

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Thanks to Shane Merz, who let me bum a spare ticket this year.  That’s Shane in the hat with his college buddy Johnny George.  The pretty young girl with the funnel cake is Peyton Brougher, daughter of Aaron Brougher (another friend and Sooner alum from the 1980s).