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Welcome back, my friends, to the "Battle" that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend. Come inside! Come inside!
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This is 'BATTLE OF THE BANDS' ('BOTB') where you listen to different recordings and vote for the one you like best. A new Battle gets posted on the 1st of each month and on the 7th, I place my own vote, tally 'em all up and announce the winner.
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Friend? Foe? Stranger? No matter, ALL are welcome. So pull up a chair, pour yourself 24 oz. of DOG BITE High Gravity Lager (or the poison of your choice) and turn it up to Eleven!
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[NOTE: Links to the first year of 'BOTB' (#1 - #24) can be found at the very bottom of this page.]

Saturday, September 11, 2021

BOTB RESULTS: SEPT. 1, 2021 (Or, DAVID ESSEX VS. DON McLEAN)

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Hokey-Smoke & Hoo-Wee! I sure dropped the ball on this 'Battle Of The Bands' Results page, didn't I? It's a full three days late! {*Hangs head with great shame... unlike some shameless punks... who shall *STILL* remain shameless *AND* nameless.*} I dropped an easy fly ball in right field which allowed three SanCramcisco Giants runners to score and tie the game. Looks like I picked the wrong week to trade Duke Snider, Wally Moon, and Willie "Three-Dog" Davis! (And this is the LAST time I'll play right field!!)

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My first in the 'BOTB James Dean' series took place [link> HERE and it turned out to be fantastic!!


The first four votes all went to David Essex and his big hit 'ROCK ON'. At that point, I pretty much threw in the towel on Don McLean's 'AMERICAN PIE'

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But then a phunny thing happened on the way to the finish line: Don started collecting votes like baseball cards and the next thing I knew, the Battle was over and it was tied 6 to 6.

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That means MY vote is going to determine the winner of this first James Dean BOTB installment. (I LOVE this kind of ending!!!)

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Well, first I want to say that I love BOTH of these songs. Yes, 'American Pie' got played to death (like 'Black Water', 'Hotel California', and 'Stairway To Hellven'), but it's a truly great song, which is one reason it got played to death. So, with NO lack of respect toward McLean's 'American Pie', I cast my winning vote for 'ROCK ON' by David Essex.

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'ROCK ON' will now meet the winner of Round 2 of 'BOTB James Dean', which will appear here on this blog on October 1st. So please turn out to vote then like you did now.

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'ROCK ON' -- I will elaborate a bit more on my thoughts about this song in a later 'BOTB James Dean' installment, but for now I just want to say that one of the things I find so appealing about this song is that it is amazingly original in sound. Off the top of my head, I can't think of ANY other song, before or since, that resembles 'ROCK ON'. I would describe it as a super-duper-slowed-down James Brown 'FUNK' song with big-bumping bass, and orchestral strings added for sweetening. Plus, there's those percussion touches to emphasize the underlying "punch!" It may be slow, but it's serious! (Don't underestimate this Bad Boy!)

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What *other* song can match that description? None that I've ever heard. And that's just for starters. Later, I will say a bit more about why I love 'ROCK ON' like I do.

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I very, Very, VERY sincerely appreciate each and every one of you who voted in this contest. (And the comment section "badinage" was fun, as always.)

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FINAL TALLY:

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David Essex = 7 votes

Don McLean = 6 votes

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It doesn't get any better'n that, as far as I'm aware of.

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James Dean died in an automobile accident on September 30, 1955. In 1980, my Ma showed me a brief newspaper mention that in Dean's hometown of Fairmount, Indiana, they were planning a 25-year celebration of his life that September. I decided to attend this event. I was 21 years old at the time. I flew from Los Angeles to Indianapolis, rented a car and then a motel room in Marion, and attended the James Dean festivities in Fairmount. I was completely alone and didn't know a soul in Indiana. But like any good Method actor would, I purchased some overalls to get into the James Dean farm boy mood.

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At this point, I should probably mention that, due to many odd coincidences - even before I went to Indiana - I thought there was a real possibility that I was James Dean reincarnated. And although I never really think about it anymore, I still believe it's a possibility. As a [Maverick] Christian today, I don't care one way or the other, but... "it could be true".

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At James Dean's high school, where they were having a ceremony, Dean's old high school Drama teacher, who had never seen or heard of me before, walked up to me and asked if I would hand out flyers to people who showed up. So, I did, like any good student would. (It was in handing out flyers at James Dean's high school that I met Inga and her sister who had driven down from Wisconsin to attend the celebration. As a result, Inga and I had a kind of... sort of long-distance "thing"... and she later flew to L.A. to meet me there.)

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I met a great old guy named Russ Hodson from Indianapolis, and we immediately clicked. And through him, I met Carole Redus from Alabama. They were both long-time James Dean fans and (unbeknownst to me) "insiders". 

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I'd read in a newspaper that Martin Sheen was going to attend the celebration. So, when Russ asked me if I wanted to go with him and Carole "to pick up Martin at the airport in Indianapolis", I said I would. On the way to the airport, I discovered that "Martin" was NOT Martin Sheen but Martin Noakes, who was flying in from England.

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But it turned out great, because I really liked this "Martin". (Sadly, Russ passed on many years ago, but I'm still in contact with Carole and Martin.) Russ & Carole & Martin had so many connections that I found myself invited to go to the farmhouse where James Dean was raised, to meet Ortense Winslow, the Aunt who raised him when his mother died. I got to go into Dean's childhood bedroom, see his black leather jacket, see his childhood artwork hanging on the walls of his bedroom, tap his bongo drums, and see his handprint in the farm's barn. Yeah, things like that happen all the time, by coincidence, when you're all alone in a state where you know no one and have never been before:

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[Me, in 1980, at the farmhouse where James Dean was raised. Carole Redus saying Goodbye to Dean's Aunt in the background.]

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[Me, in 1980, in James Dean's childhood bedroom, with my hand on one of his bongo drums.]

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[Me, in 1980, in the barn where James Dean's hand print is still remembered by very old cement.]

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Having been born and raised in Los Angeles, the small town country atmosphere of Fairmount, Indiana, made quite an impression on me, and shortly after returning to L.A., I wrote a poem about it:

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SEPTEMBER AT FAIRMOUNT -- 10/4/1980

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In soft, willowy grass you can lie down 

At a sun-spotted place under a tree 

Listening only to the breeze as it dances over you 

In a little park resting from activity

In September at Fairmount

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Walking past the grandest of houses 

Containing people who are real 

Barefoot in the small and quiet streets 

Of a town with great appeal

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Scuffling down tree-lined railroad tracks 

Until the horizon has taken you in 

These lazy days of sun bring to mind 

'The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn'

In September at Fairmount

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You can stop to watch the birds 

And the squirrels that abound 

Or catch a glimpse of painted leaves 

As they spiral toward the ground

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And of all the peaceful things to keep you occupied 

These are just a few 

But then again 

There ain't nothin' that you have to do 

In September at Fairmount

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[My shoes, in 1980, "at a sun-spotted place under a tree, in a little park resting from activity", in September at Fairmount.]

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I intend to be back with another 'BOTB James Dean' installment on October 1st. We'll do a Round 2 in this contest, and I will tell some more stories about Dean 'n' me. I thank All Y'all again for participating in this Round 1.

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~ Stephen T. McCarthy

8 comments:

  1. Aren't memories great? Am really liking this tournament of tunes. Not much to say other than I'm enjoying your stories.

    Catch ya on the flipside...

    ~M

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    1. MMQE ~

      More and more these days, I spend time with my memories. I don't think I'm ever going to look back and call these "the good ol' days".

      I'm pleased as spiked punch that you're digging the tune tourney and my old memories. I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep it interesting through all 6 blog bits, but I'll try.

      ~ D-FensDogG
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  2. Enjoyed the background on your on-going James Dean battles, Stephen! Looking forward to the rest ;-)

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    1. Howdy, dIEDRE! ~

      Thanks for stopping by with some words of encouragement!

      When I get to the blog bit where I describe how one night I was visited by three spirits (the ghost of James Dean past, present, and future), you can be pretty sure that I've run out of material and have begun tapping into my-- er... I mean, Chuck's imagination.
      [;^D}

      ~ D-FensDogG
      LEARN THE HOLY BIBLE IN 15 MINUTES!

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    2. Haha! You never fail to entertain. Take, for instance, that wonderful poem...:-)

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    3. :^D Thanks, dIEDRE!

      I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.
      It really did just kind of spill outta me after that trip. As I mentioned to Cathy, I sense that the poem wrote itself, and I feel somewhat guilty attaching my name to it.

      I actually wrote another poem, later, which I left on Dean's tombstone in a subsequent visit to Fairmount. I'll probably post that one also, perhaps in my next installment of this series. That poem is much more... well... lemme just say that I'll take all the blame for the second poem. SMH! (Definitely not my finest typewriter moment.)

      ~ D-FensDogG

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  3. Stephen,

    Thanks for reporting the news of your latest battle that ended in a tie. How awesome is that? I loved reading your recount of your visit to James Dean's boyhood home in Indiana. I bet that was the first time you put on bibbed overalls, am I right? I felt like I walked in your shadows as you told your story and I thought, how nice. You and your newly acquainted friends actually got to meet Dean's aunt. That's super cool! Has anyone every told you that you're a good story teller? And...oh my Cathy, your poem is fabulous! I really enjoyed it so down-to-earth and hometown spun even if it isn't your hometown, you made me feel like it is. Thanks for stopping by to check in on how my battle went down. I'll see ya again back on the first, my friend!

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    1. HiYa, CAThy! ~

      >>... I bet that was the first time you put on bibbed overalls, am I right?

      I bet you couldn't possibly be MORE right!
      I probably never even wore them again after I returned to L.A. Not even sure what ever happened to them. I likely donated them to The Salvation Army or Goodwill after awhile.

      Thanks for the wonderful praise! Actually, Debbie D'Doglady has told me on a couple of occasions that she thinks I ought to write a memoir and try to publish it. I maybe would, except 1) I'm too lazy for that kind of commitment nowadays, and 2) I think we're almost outta time. (I'm pretty sure you know what I mean by that.) I expect I'll be dead, raptured, or hiding in a cave within the next year or two.

      And mucho thanks-o for the lovely compliment on the poem. That was probably my first real encounter with the rural life experience (apart from camping out with a Boy Scout-like organization), and I was definitely feeling and digging it. The poem practically wrote itself.

      Take care, CAThy, and stay in God's blessings!

      ~ Stephen
      LEARN THE HOLY BIBLE IN 15 MINUTES!

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