The Red and the Black – a poem dedicated to the memory of Alison Parker

September 3, 2015 in Of the World, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

the red and the black

young vibrant soul
in red skirt and
black top
if only we could
push the pause button,
freeze life’s frame,
and keep horror
at bay

red was the color
she wore…
red
for energy, passion,
embracing the world

black was the color
she wore…
black
for the mysterious,
the unknowable

red was
the blood that flowed
unstanched
in its final
ebbing tide

black is
the empty void
that gapes where
sunlight once
danced and played

such a senseless
act is beyond
our understanding.

the image of her
life affirming
smile is not

with black
we mourn the life
taken

with red
we remember the life
lived

 

The comeback kid

August 4, 2015 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

hey, comeback kid!mic_on-stage

after all these years,
your dreams and desires
put off, sitting
on the back burner,
but simmering,
ever simmering…

how sweet is it
now to clench a fist
and whisper low
in affirmation
‘I am back!’
‘by God, I am back!’?

The Blank Page

July 26, 2015 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

 

the blank pagetypewriter

the white space, void of words
would return my stare
and seem to ask
with fingers drumming,

‘Well?’

its opaque nothingness
would leave me
tongue-tied,
twisting in fear,
irrationally wishing for the
words to suddenly appear,
for the ink to magically flow

yet…

I would carry the blank page
with me through the day
and at intervals remove
from my pocket and unfold,
hoping for a different result

but it was always the same –
the judgmental air,
the mocking tone,
the pounding pulse

at long last,
at rope’s end
my dander up,
I cried out
‘what the fuck do you know?
after all, you are nothing!’

the blank page
replied
with…

silence

a silence so profound
that it overwhelmed me
and enveloped me
in a delicious stillness

I stared
at the white screen
and felt it reflect
its glow upon me
it was a light pregnant with
ideas yet to be born,
words yet to be shaped

I just had to chill out
and let the ink flow

I broke out in laughter
at the realization that
the blank page was
and always had been…

my friend

Morning – a poem

July 23, 2015 in Happenings, Nature's Backyard, Poetry, Thoughts

bird in the fountainmorning

the gray cloud cover hangs low
as it meanders and rolls by
like a sympathetic hand
to stroke and sooth the waiting earth

on the patio
a bird flutters and splashes
in the rippling fountain
life is good

Former Peppermint Trolley Co. and Bones Member, Greg Tornquist recalls meeting B.B. King

May 18, 2015 in Events, Happenings, Thoughts

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Received an email yesterday from Greg Torquist, my former band mate in both the Peppermint Trolley Company and Bones in which he recalls our opening for B.B. King at the Whiskey a Go Go in the early seventies,  as well as a later chance meeting with the great man.

Hey Bones Brothers!

I was saddened to learn that BB passed away yesterday.  Age: 89.
We met twice.
The first was when we opened for him at the Whiskey.  Maybe 1971 or 72 ?
Shook hands with him in the dressing room.  I’ve never forgotten his catcher mitt handshake.  After our set when we were heading up the stairs and he was coming down he stopped and complimented me on my playing.  May have been the slide on ‘He Said’.  BB knew songs.  We played good ones and he couldn’t have escaped our roar because you could hear the band on stage in the dressing rooms.  I think he just dug good music.
I wore that compliment like an invisible badge of honor.  Still do.
Then we were introduced by a friend in LA about 3 or 4 years ago.  We met in an optometrist office.
Spoke for around 20 minutes.  Privately.  I explained that I had written a musical called Mississippi and asked for his advice.  He was encouraging.  Enthusiastic even.  Told me to send a copy to his bodyguard so he could actually listen and read it.  
I never did.  Writers angst that it wasn’t quite good enough.  I am rewriting even now.  Oy!
What a wonderful man.  Not just a trail blazing iconic musical hero but a great man.
Peace
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The Faragher Brothers ‘Givin’ It Up’ and Gettin’ Funky

April 3, 2015 in Events, Happenings, Thoughts

The Faragher Brothers ‘Yellow album’ is jam packed with great songs. The LP is a harmonious blend of grooves – soulful. jazzy, mellow, steppin’ – but each  one stands on its own, shining like a jewel.

The Faragher Brothers performing Live at The Roxy - Spring 1976

The Faragher Brothers performing Live at The Roxy – Spring 1976

‘Give It Up’  shows off the funkier, grittier side of the band. Recorded in 1975 at Richard Perry’s Studio 55. the players are: Danny Faragher -B3 organ, lead vocal, Tommy Faragher – clavinet, bg vocal, Davey Faragher – bass, bg vocal, Jimmy Faragher – bg vocal, Patrick McClure – electric guitar, John King – drums, Charles Crewes – talking guitar, Vini Poncia – producer.

‘C’mon! C’mon! C’mon, Baby! Give it on up!’

‘Get ready! You got to get ready!’

 

 

Watch and listen to ‘Give It Up’ video.

The Faragher Brothers outside Brothers Studios in Redondo Beach, preparing for the concert at the Roxy

The Faragher Brothers outside Brothers Studios in Redondo Beach, preparing for the concert at the Roxy

Faragher Brothers ‘Yellow Album’ Review. A Classic.

April 1, 2015 in Events, Happenings, Thoughts, Uncategorized

Our first LP – the eponymous ‘The Faragher Brothers’ aka ‘Yellow Album’ was the the culmination of three years of wood shedding. Countless hours (many of them spent in the The 'Yellow Album' - 1976basement of our folk’s house in Redlands) went into writing, arranging, and honing the sound that would emerge on our first release.  Although the record never gained the status it deserved, it has remained a cult classic. The Japanese Sony reissue of 2000  sold out immediately. As of this writing, a new copy ships for $300.00+.

One listen will tell you why the record has become a classic. It is timeless – artistically pristine, yet soulful and heartfelt. We were the real deal, and I am proud to have been part of it.  The fact that were able to get so much of our music down on wax makes all the sacrifices worthwhile.  

I would like to express our gratitude to our all our loyal fans who have kept the flame burning and spread the word over the years. Thank-you, thank-you. We  love you! For those of you who have expressed frustration at not being able to purchase the music there is good news. A reissue of the entire Faragher Brothers catalog is in the works. Keep your fingers crossed!

Here is a review of the album written by Beverly Paterson for the online mag, ‘SomethingElse’.

 

 

DECEMBER 28, 2014 BY BEVERLY PATERSON

The Faragher Brothers –Faragher Bros (1976): Forgotten series

Actual siblings, the Faragher Brothers starred Jimmy on vocals, Danny on vocals, keyboards, trombone and percussion, Tommy on vocals and piano, and Davey on vocals and bass. Hailing from Redlands, California, these guys had been staples of the scene for over a decade, particularly Jimmy and Danny, having acquired national fame with the Peppermint Trolley Company. 1969 saw the band score a hit single with “Baby You Come Rollin’ Across My Mind,” while their solitary album, The Peppermint Trolley Company, is a masterpiece of its era.

Although the Peppermint Trolley Company specialized in psychedelic pop a la the Left Banke and the Strawberry Alarm Clock, the boys had solid backgrounds in many different styles. Come the early 70s, they pursued their appreciation of soul music with ardent fervor, and signed a deal with ABC Records, resulting in a pair of albums. A real family affair, the band later added brother Marty and sister Pamela to the line-up, and were now employed by the Polydor label where they released two albums before dispersing.

But the album we’re currently discussing is the debut effort, Faragher Bros, which is also often referred to as “The Yellow Album.” Produced by Vini Poncia, who played in notable ’60s bands such as the Trade Winds and the Innocents, penned tunes for the likes of the Ronettes, Tommy James, and Leo Sayer, and worked with Ringo Starr, Melissa Manchester and Kiss, the disc not only perfectly captures the vibe of the hour, but further characterizes the band’s impeccable chemistry and multiple talents.

Torched by a funky undercurrent, wired with stabbing horns and sweeping choruses, “Best Years Of My Life” launches Faragher Bros off in splendid shape as the catchy track homes right in on every aspect of the band’s abilities. Beautifully breathy harmonies, compounded by smart and striking arrangements sparkle forth on “In Your Time Of Need,” fiery funk grooves encompass “Give It Up,” and “Please Hurry Up” mixes reggae beats with sweet soul sensations to satisfying effects. Set to a jazzy motif, “You Touched Me” projects a sexy feel, a version of Curtis Mayfield’s “It’s All Right” remains loyal to its springy and carefree complexion, and “Never Get Your Love Behind Me” soars to a smooth and polished finish.

Emotionally charged singing, derived straight from the gut, joined by locked-in instrumentation and pin-sharp hooks make Faragher Bros an album where each number explodes with radio-friendly qualities. Having researched their Temptations, Isley Brothers, O’Jays, Barry White, and Earth, Wind and Fire records well, and transpiring their knowledge and talent into action, these guys were the genuine article.

Upon hearing Faragher Bros, you’ll no doubt be puzzled as to why the band didn’t crack the big time. Truth be told, image has a lot to do with success, and the group’s hippy jam band look, which entailed long hair, puka shells, and jeans, just didn’t jive with the slick and classy soul sounds they so stunningly sang and performed. Marketing and promotion be darned, Faragher Bros is an outstanding collection of sincere soul music and is primed for rediscovery.'The Yellow Album' - Backside

 

Beverly Paterson

Beverly Paterson was born the day Ben E. King hit No. 4 with “Stand By Me” — which is actually one of her favorite songs, especially John Lennon’s version. She’s contributed to Lance Monthly and Amplifier, and served as Rock Beat International’s associate editor. Paterson has also published Inside Out, and Twist & Shake. Contact Something Else!

Bring Your Dancin’ Shoes to the Party!

February 11, 2015 in Events, Happenings, Thoughts

We’d decided to make a dance mix of ‘Too Much Pressure‘, one of the tunes on my new album, ‘Dancing with the Moment’.  Withtoomuch-pressure_CD100_in its James Brown groove, and infectious energy, the track seemed  ripe and ready for some club mix fun.

My son, Bryan Faragher, is excellent at what he does, whether it’s sound engineering, graphic arts, or e-marketing. He’s been creating electronic music since he was thirteen. Just as some boys may be into building model airplanes, or tinkering with engines,  so Bryan was always creating some new electronic rave track.  I often stood in the hallway listening, as the boom of a kick drum emanated from his room, astounded by his creativity in manipulating sounds. It was a different approach to making music. The result was a kind collage in motion, a wild toad’s ride through a cacophony of sound. His structures always had a beginning, middle, and end.  Early on I recognized the artistry.

So when he put forward the idea of doing a remix of ‘Pressure’, a  song that already bore his creative stamp as co writer, engineer, and drum programmer,  I immediately gave the green light. I trusted him implicitly.

Last Saturday he sent me a rough mix. I was blown away. I couldn’t sit still. Had to move my feet. There were my ideas – shouts, asides, horn lines – twisting and turning in entirely new ways. I rushed to tell my wife how overwhelmed I was. ‘I think I may like it even more than the album version.’ I said. The more I listened the more I dug it.

We are going to debut and give away free copies of  ‘too much pressure’ – the rebel sole pressurized club mix at the Record Release Party on March 1, so bring your dancin’ shoes!

 

Too Much Pressure
(Danny Faragher-Bryan Faragher- Alec Echevarria)

Too much/ Too much pressure
Too much/ Too Much Pressure

All around, all around/ All around, all aroundDanny-Faragher-TMP-Back-Cover-Gauge
All around, all around/ All around, all around

I can’t take this much
I can’t take this much…
Pressure

Now the rich and greedy keep goin’ to town
While the rest of us just movin’ on down
Empty pockets and dreams
Where’s my chance to make the scene

I can’t take this much/I can’t take this much
Pressure

Whoa, some crazy maker keep shoutin’ in my ear
Words full of hate. Words full of fear
Chill out! (Why don’t ya?) And step on back
Get yourself acquainted with all the facts (For a change)

All around, all around/ All around, all around  2x
We can’t take this much/ We can’t take this much
Pressure

Now be it fast or be it slow
This funky system has got to go
So send a message to the banker boys
That the people ’bout to make some noise

All around, all around/ All around, all around 2x
We can’t take this much/ We can’t take this much
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Eaten Canyon

November 17, 2014 in Nature's Backyard, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

Eaton Canyon

Autumn in Eaten Canyon Photo by Patsy Faragher

This poem was inspired by a photograph taken by my sister,
Patsy Faragher

Eaton Canyon… still, peaceful canyon
Tucked between mountains to the north
And foothills to the south
Safe from the ever encroaching sprawl

Eaton Creek’s cold, clear water
Dropping fifty feet over rocky fall
Then streaming gently in quiet meander,
To flow into Rio Hondo, destined for the sea.

In the crisp autumn air we walk
Following well trodden path that for millennia
Knew the shuffling gait of grizzly
And light-footed step of moccasin and sandal

Veering off the trail now, we find a secret shady spot
Under a scruffy little California oak
That streams dappled sunlight through its canopy.
Beneath its branches, the leaf and rock strewn ground
Is aglow and sparkling… ocher, gold, silver, green…
A harvest basket of color

The tree knows about life
It has seen fire,
It has seen flood
It has thrived in nature’s bountiful seasons
And hunkered down to survive through the lean.

Listen to the silence. Focus on the silence.
To our assaulted ears it is overpowering
We may hear the soft rustling sounds of wildlife,
Creatures that hear us as we breath
Creatures keenly aware of our presence.

Listen even deeper…
Do you hear… in the breeze
The low dreamy murmur of female voices?
Tongva women speaking and laughing
As they gather acorn for meal
And wiregrass for weaving,
Dipping and filling water baskets in the stream

Oh, that we could linger here in this spot.
We must dip our basket into its essence
Take it along to nourish our souls,
Knowing we will soon be back to replenish

 

 

 

Singing Our Mother Farewell

October 7, 2014 in Poetry, Scrolling Back, Thoughts, Uncategorized

 Singing Our Mother Farewell

we raised up our voices and held grief at baystock-footage-sunset-on-a-ocean-shore
singing our mother good-bye
siblings united on a sad mournful day
singing our mother good-bye

we sang as we sailed o’er an ocean of tears
singing our mother farewell
and the cries of the sobbing surf played in our ears
singing our mother farewell

we sang ’til the sun disappeared from the sky
singing our mother on home
and angels in heaven could hear our good-bye
as we sang our mother on home

 

 

Mary Louise Faragher

Mary Louise Faragher