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More Visits with Cowboy Jack

More Visits with Cowboy Jack

July 22, 2017 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

My second visit with Cowboy Jack

In my last post, I mentioned that I’d forgotten to take my camera when I visited Cowboy Jack Clement for the first time. If you missed that post, you can read it here: Meeting Cowboy Jack Clement

However, two days later, I’d arranged to meet my friend, Arlene Faith. Arlene had worked with Cowboy Jack a few years earlier when she was recording a country album of her own. She was only too happy to take me back to his home, as she said she’d love to see him again. So my return visit was arranged.

Arriving back at Cowboy Jack’s house, I was able to get all the photos that I wanted. Cowboy Jack kindly posed for me in his office, and members of his staff and other people there were quite happy to pose for me too. I took lots pictures that morning, though most that I took in his recording studio upstairs didn’t come out very well as the light was too low. I also got a few pictures of Jack’s yard, and of his swimming pool where he liked to swim regularly.

After getting my pictures, we went into the room next to Jack’s office. Sitting round the table, I spent time talking to other people there. I always jotted down the names of people I met and took photos of, as I knew that I’d forget many of their names otherwise. My memory for names has never been good. Jack’s son, Niles, was working in an adjoining room and I had a brief chat with him too.

Some of the other people I met there

Another person I met was Luke Chalk, one of Cowboy’s sound engineers. Luke had moved to Nashville from London, UK, a couple of years earlier. He worked alongside Brooks Watson, Jack’s senior engineer. Brooks was working in the studio that day, on the mixing desk. Chance Martin (a.k.a. Alamo Jones) was there again. Chance, who was my first contact there, was a long-time friend of both Cowboy Jack and of Johnny Cash. It was Johnny Cash who named Chance ‘The Voice in Black’. Chance took care of much of the photography and video work for Jack, as well as usually being the one to answer the phone.

Chance also co-hosted a weekly radio show with Cowboy Jack on XM/Sirius Outlaw Country up until Jack’s death. He continues the legacy with The Alamo Jones Show in that same time slot. Mary Todd was another stalwart who I met several times over the years. Her role was to keep all the Clement-Vision business accounts in order. I also met Cowboy’s partner, Aleene.

While we were chatting over drinks of Cowboy Jack’s lemonade, a girl known as C.J. (a.k.a. C.J.Flannigan) came by again. She, too, is a photographer and was also webmaster of the Clement Vision website. I’d first met her first on my visit two days earlier. That day, when she’d realised I didn’t have a car with me, she offered me a ride back to my hotel. That ride became a mini-tour, showing me the location of many of the recording studios and music landmarks in the Music Row area. However, with it being a pretty speedy tour, and everything being so new to me, I was only able to remember a few of the places she’d pointed out.

It’s a small world

During my visit in 2009, I met some more people at the Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa. This was the name Cowboy gave to his studios. Two people I particularly remember were Sunday Sharpe and Cley Reynolds, both singer/songwriters.

A couple of weeks later, back in Florida, I visited Jack and Misty’s home again, just before flying home. I showed them the photos that I’d taken and Misty was startled to see the picture of Sunday Sharpe. It turned out that they were old friends. She told me that she and Sunday used to go to the laundromat together when she and Jack lived in Nashville in the 70s. It turns out to be such a small world.

Introducing Jack & Misty to Cowboy Jack

Because of the number of times I visited Cowboy Jack, there are too many stories to fit them all in here. However, there was one special highlight during my 2011 visit.

I was travelling with Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan this time. We’d been to visit their family in Celina, two hours drive north of Nashville. On our return journey, we spent a few days in Nashville.

In all the years Jack & Misty lived in Nashville, even though they were working in the same building as him, they had never actually met Cowboy Jack. Jack & Misty’s manager at the time was Cowboy’s partner, Bill Hall, but they had only ever seen Cowboy from a distance.

For some time I’d wanted them to be able to meet Cowboy. Now, at last, was my chance to get them together. I phoned Chance to arrange a suitable time to visit. Then I drove Jack & Misty down to Cowboy’s home. They had a long chat with him and, while we were there, Cowboy’s son, Niles, took this lovely photo of the three of them together.

Cowboy Jack with Jack and Misty.

           Jack, Misty with Cowboy Jack Clement (By permission of J. Niles Clement)

 A few days later I was also able to introduce Jack & Misty to the Americana duo, Eric Brace and Peter Cooper. I’d met Eric & Peter in Liverpool, UK, a couple of months earlier and I’d seen that they had a gig booked at The Basement on 8th Avenue South. So I took Jack & Misty along with me to meet them and we had a very enjoyable evening.

Cowboy Jack, the singer

Although Cowboy Jack was a good singer and musician, his main focus in life was his recording and publishing business. He never attempted to make a name for himself as a singer and he only recorded a handful of recordings of himself. The only time I heard him singing live was during this 2011 visit. He was performing at a charity event at the Belmont Theater, in Belcourt Avenue. Also with him were Riders in the Sky, Chuck Mead and the Belmont Bluegrass Choir from the University. Jack & Misty came to the theater with me to see him. I was so glad that I got the chance to hear him performing live at least once. Watching videos of him performing was never quite the same.

Although he did not record himself much, Cowboy Jack wrote numerous well known songs. These songs were recorded by many other people, including Johnny Cash. A huge number of well-known singers passed through his studios at one time or another. There are simply too many to list here. Think of any well-known artist and chances are that Cowboy had had a hand in recording at least some of their songs. So, apart from the songs he wrote, his main influence on the music industry was through his recording and production businesses. For more about his achievements see this obituary in the Guardian newspaper.

The Fire

Cowboy Jack Clement's house

                      Cowboy Jack Clement’s house in Nashville.

On 26th June 2011, Cowboy Jack’s house was badly damaged by fire. In one of the video clips shown on the news later that day, Cowboy Jack could be seen sitting on a lawn chair, in his bathrobe, watching the firemen tackling the blaze. The fire ripped through the upper floor, totally destroying the studios, along with most of the archived tapes of recordings made over the years. Fortunately, they did manage to rescue most of Jack’s guitars and other instruments, including his favourite guitar. There was only two or three people in the house at the time and no one was hurt. Even the cat was rescued.

Most of the damage on the first floor (ground floor) was water damage and his daughter, Alison, and friends had the huge task of laundering curtains and soft furnishings. The house was later re-built, restoring it pretty much as it had been before the fire. The work was overseen by Cowboy’s cousin, Bob Clement, who ensured that an excellent restoration job was done.

By the spring of 2012 the work was almost complete. I was in Nashville again that spring and was privileged to be one of the first people to set foot inside the house after it was rebuilt. All the structural work had been completed, but the studio equipment was still awaiting installation. An excellent job had been done and it looked little different than it had done before the fire, save for the new furnishings.

My last visit to the Cowboy Arms Hotel

Whenever I visited the Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa, I never knew who else I might meet there. It was like an open house and I remember once being told that anyone who visited regularly for three months or more was given a key to the door.

My last visit there was in May 2013. I’d known for some time that Cowboy Jack had cancer. I wasn’t even sure if I would see him that day, as he was sleeping in his bedroom when I arrived. I spent quite a long time talking with Chance Martin and Mary Todd, and with other people there. It was getting near the time I would have to leave, as Chance had an appointment elsewhere.

However, much to my delight, just before I was due to leave, Cowboy came through from his bedroom. He came over and gave me a big hug, and I wished him well. Then, who should follow him down the corridor, but Johnny Cash’s son, John Carter Cash. It was such a fleeting meeting with John that he may well have forgotten meeting me by now, but it’s lodged in my memory. If I ever meet him again, I will ask him if he remembers me. Sadly, Cowboy Jack died just two months after that visit.

Since Cowboy Jack’s death

I miss my visits to that house, but times move on. Since Cowboy Jack’s death, the house has been sold. The new owners wanted to continue Jack’s legacy, but came up against an obstacle. The house was in an area zoned as residential. They had to fight to get the house re-designated as an official Nashville Neighborhood Landmark. Without that designation, they would not have have been able to run a business from the house. Jack had been able to run his business there because he’d started it many years before these designations had been set. Fortunately, the new owners were successful with getting this re-designation. They have now moved in and music is being recorded there again. Cowboy Jack would have been very happy about that.

My First Solo Trips, My Stories, My Stories, People, Travel Tagged: Cowboy, Cowboy Arms Hotel, Jack, Jack & Misty, Jack Blanchard, Jack Clement, Misty Morgan, music, Nashville, producer, Recording Spa, Singer, tune

I just missed Hurricane Matthew

I just missed Hurricane Matthew

December 31, 2016 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

On October the 4th 2016 I flew into Orlando International airport, missing Hurricane Matthew by just two days. Of course, when I booked my trip I had no idea that there would be a hurricane at all while I was in the States. I had chosen to fly in October rather than the beginning of September, partly due to another hurricane forecast.  This was for Hurricane Hermine, a category 1 hurricane, which became the first to make landfall for eleven years.

Hurricane Matthew was forecast to be a bad one, and so it proved to be. At category 3 at its offshore centre, it was the strongest one to affect the east coast of Florida in eleven years, even though it didn’t quite make landfall. It did, however, travel parallel with the coast, just offshore, causing high winds, storm surges and torrential rain. These combined to cause a lot of damage up the east coast of Florida and into south-east Georgia and South and North Carolina.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Matthew

Most people on the plane I flew in on seemed to be totally unaware of Hurricane Matthew’s approach. I never heard once anyone mention it and I didn’t have the heart to draw it to their attention. It would have only caused them to start worrying about it before they needed to. They’d find out about it soon enough. They would get plenty of advice about how to prepare for it, after they had landed. Many of them were heading to Disneyland and the people there were used to dealing with hurricanes.

A Change of Plan needed

I had intended to stay two nights in Florida before moving up north. However, my friends, who I had planned to visit early in my trip, were all busy preparing for the arrival of Hurricane Matthew. So I cancelled the second night I’d booked in Sanford, and headed up into Georgia. Fortunately, I booked a room for that night in Macon, GA, before I left.

Arriving in Macon, after a six hour drive, there was not a room to be had anywhere in that area. This was due to the sheer number of people who were evacuating their homes and heading north. I learned next day that, during an evacuation, traffic flow on the south-bound lanes is reversed on the Interstates. This meant there were six lanes of traffic heading north on I-75.

As I was booking in, the hotel receptionist was fielding calls every few minutes from people looking for rooms. She was telling them all the rooms in whole area were fully booked and that their best bet was to head for Atlanta, almost two hours drive further north.

Keeping Track of Hurricane Matthew

In order to keep myself updated about its progress, I regularly watched the ‘Tracking Hurricane Matthew’ news channel. At one point there was a fear that, after it had travelled up the coast, it would circle round over the ocean and come round to hit the Florida coast a second time. I believe this had only happened once before since records had been kept, but fortunately this second hit did not materialise.

The next day, I cut across into Alabama. To continue on up towards Atlanta, my usual route, I risked getting stuck in a traffic jam for hours. I phoned a friend who lives in north Alabama and we arranged to meet up in Fort Payne that evening.  When I arrived, she and her husband treated me to a meal at the Cracker Barrel restaurant. After parting company again, I spent the night at a motel in Rainsville, just six miles further up the road. Then the next day I continued my journey on into Tennessee.

I was glad to learn that all my Florida friends suffered only minor damage to their homes and that they were all safe and sound.

My Stories, My Stories, Places and Adventures, Travel Tagged: airport, Florida, Georgia, hurricane, Matthew, Orlando, Orlando airport, Orlando International airport, Sanford, travel

How I met Doc Kazoo

How I met Doc Kazoo

August 20, 2016 by Moragh Carter 2 Comments

During my travels to the USA I’ve met so many interesting people. This story is about how I met Doc Kazoo. My meeting with Doc Kazoo came about as the result of a number of extraordinary coincidences, which began in my home town of Nantwich. But first, for those who don’t already know, I will explain what a kazoo is.

What is a kazoo?

A kazoo is a small musical wind instrument, made out of wood or metal. The player hums into it, rather than blowing. It sounds something like the primitive instrument many people used to make in their school days by folding paper over a comb, then putting it to their lips and humming, making a buzzing sound. I’ve since learned that the kazoo is a popular instrument in jug bands, carnival marching bands, folk and ukulele bands, and it is sometimes used in jazz bands.

George with some of his kazoos

George with some of his kazoos

So what is the connection between Doc Kazoo and Nantwich? And how did I come to be meeting him? After all, we live over 4,000 miles apart, me in the UK, and Doc Kazoo in Florida.

This extraordinary chain of events

The extraordinary chain of events that led to our meeting began in Nantwich, at the annual Jazz, Blues and Music Festival during the Easter weekend in 2014. One band I went to see that weekend was called The N’Ukes (short for Nantwich Ukuleles). While watching them, I noticed that one of the players was playing a small wooden instrument which I didn’t recognise. After the band finished their final set, I went up to him and asked him what this instrument was. He told me it was a kazoo.

My curiosity was spiked

Later that evening, when writing up my on-line diary, I looked up the word ‘kazoo’ to check how to spell it. I was also curious to find out more about these intriguing wooden instruments. As I browsed, one particular website caught my eye. It belonged to someone called Doc Kazoo. The thing that particularly caught my attention was a poster on his site. It was advertising The N’Ukes upcoming gig in Audlem, near Nantwich, the following month. Why, I wondered, would someone from Florida be advertising a Nantwich band’s gig in the UK. After all, they were on opposite sides of the Atlantic, with over 4,000 miles of water between them. Intrigued, I researched further.

What I Discovered

I discovered that Doc Kazoo (real name: George Collins) has a small factory, which he calls The Great AsWeGo Kazoo Factory. It is in a workshop alongside his home in Eustis, Florida. Here he makes wooden kazoos and a number of other wooden instruments. It looked fascinating.

Just ten days after making this discovery, I was due to leave for the USA. Looking at the map, I realised that George’s home was only a half-hour drive from Sanford, where I was going to be staying for the first part of my trip.

I like to keep my journeys short during my first few days, giving me time to get over jet lag. However, a week earlier, I’d found I was going to have some free time the day after my arrival. The person I’d hoped to visit that day wasn’t well and had called off my visit to her. So, before leaving England, knowing that I would have these few hours spare, I contacted George, asking if I could come and visit him. He replied, saying that I was welcome. He gave me his address and phone number, and sent me some pictures to help me find his place. As it gets too hot for him to work later in the day, he suggested that I get there before 11am. So, on a sunny April day, I found myself driving to his place.

Finding Doc Kazoo’s Home

My GPS (SatNav) led me to his home and I could easily recognise which gateway to turn into from the pictures he’d sent me. I turned into a long, tree-lined, dirt driveway, which opened out onto large grassy meadow. As I pulled up I saw his factory, or workshop, on my right. It looked like a large garage, blue-grey in colour, with wide double-doors. It was situated a couple of hundred yards from his house, which I could see further up the driveway. The doors of his workshop were wide open, so, after parking my car, I went over and called his name. George came breezing out and gave me a hearty welcome, ushering me inside.

Doc Kazoo's Workshop

Doc Kazoo’s Workshop

His workshop was crammed full of tools. Racks, holding lengths of wood in different colours, lined one wall. Kazoos, some completed, some part-made, were on small racks on the work benches. Various other wooden instruments were around the work place. The fragrance from all the different types of woods filled the air.

George showed me round before giving me a demonstration of how he makes these kazoos. He first chooses the right piece of wood, then carves out the basic shape before proceeding to hollow it out and shape it. He has created his own design of reed for them, using small pieces of plastic from carrier bags obtained from one particular supermarket. After a lot of experimenting, he had found that the plastic used in these particular bags gives the best sound.

The link with Nantwich

Talking to him, as he showed me round, I found out about his connection with The N’Ukes. I discovered that the kazoo that I’d seen being played in Nantwich was one that he had made. In fact, he had made several for that band. These included some that they would be selling at the Audlem festival to raise money for the charities they were supporting.

George gets orders for his kazoos from people all over the world. For everyone who wants it, he makes a video of their own kazoo being made, which he then ships to them with their order. The video camera he uses to film his work is one designed for underwater use. It’s the only type that will keep the ever-present wood dust out of the workings.

Most of the kazoos he makes are made to order, but he keeps a few ready for impromptu sales. I bought one of them as a memento of my visit. I also took quite a few photos of George and his workshop to show my friends when I returned home.

After he’d finished showing me round his workshop, he showed me his small vegetable garden. It is between his workshop and another building. It is fully enclosed to keep the rabbits from eating his lettuces and radishes, and the other crops he grows for himself and his wife, Lynette Auberjeunois. I was sorry not to have been able to meet Lynette, as she was asleep at the time. She is a composer and flute instructor and she does much of her composing during the night, which is why she sleeps during the day.

George the Photographer

George is also a very keen photographer. His speciality is taking photos of the wonderful sunrises, sunsets and cloud formations, as seen from his home. He also photographs his animals, visiting birds and his neighbours’ horses. Some photos are aerial shots he takes using his drone-mounted camera. Many of his photos are on his Facebook page.

He also told me about his time in the navy, part of which he spent stationed in Scotland, and how he managed to get his own van shipped there, and back, by the navy.

A couple of hours later, we bade each other farewell, saying we hoped to meet again some day.

My second meeting with Doc Kazoo

The following year, in September 2015, he welcomed me back again. My visit was a surprise to him as, although I had tried to phone him beforehand, I’d failed to reach him. It turned out that this was because I had one digit wrong for his phone number. Anyway, as I was going to be passing close to his home, I decided to drop by on the off-chance he was there. Fortunately for me, I got there in time to catch him before he had to leave to take his dog to the vet. He gave me a warm welcome, as before.

Since my previous visit, he’d updated the design of the kazoo reeds. He gave me some to bring back to the UK, both for myself and for Barry, the N’Ukes’ kazoo player. It was good to see George again and we had over an hour together before I had to resume my journey and he had to head for the vets.

I am so glad to have gained George as another friend to add to my ever-growing list of friends on the US side of the pond.

My First Solo Trips, My Stories, My Stories, People, Travel Tagged: Doc Kazoo, Florida, kazoo, Nantwich

Line dancing in Sanford

Line dancing in Sanford

May 10, 2016 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

During my first visit to Sanford, I met up with three local line dancing teachers who I had been in touch with by e-mail for some months before coming to Sanford. They were all teaching line dancing classes at The Barn in Sanford, FL.

Back in 2005, I had choreographed a dance to Tennessee Birdwalk, which was Jack Blanchard and Misty Morgan’s biggest hit song. I had asked one of the dance teachers, Janis Graves, if she would be kind enough teach my dance during my visit and she had agreed to do so.

Springing my Surprise

All along my plan had been to get Jack and Misty to come and see my dance. With some difficulty, I managed to persuade them to join me at The Barn one evening … just to come and watch what line dancing was like. Jack and Misty had known about my dance ever since I had choreographed it, but they had never seen it being danced.

They had no idea about my arrangement with Janice, and when they heard their song start to play, their faces were a picture as it dawned on them what I had planned. They told me that they loved the dance, and Misty even had a go at dancing it, even though she is not a line dancer. Her forté, when she was younger, was tap dancing.

During those few days in Sanford, I attended the classes of all three of these teachers. I was surprised to find how many of the dances they were doing were ones that I already knew. I guess the international sharing of top favourite dances in the linedance magazines, and by the choreographers who toured the world, had a lot to do with that. Many other dances they were doing were ones that I found easy to follow and, of course, they taught a few new dances during their classes too. The classes were well attended and I made several new friend there.

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My First Sight of Florida

My First Sight of Florida

April 3, 2015 by Moragh Carter 2 Comments

This photo, taken from the plane as we approached Orlando International airport, shows my first sight of Florida, USA. It was taken just after we crossed the coastline. Fortunately it was a clear day, with just a little haze, but one of the first things I noticed was how much water there was … and I don’t mean in the ocean, but the sheer number of lakes and ponds I could see.

The plane journey had been good, with little or no turbulence. I had left Manchester airport in the UK at about 10.30 am that morning, but because of the five hour time difference, I was about to land in Florida at about 3.00 pm that same afternoon, after roughly a nine-hour flight. The weather was good all that day and our take-off  had been in bright sunshine, enabling me to see the landscape of England, Wales and Ireland quite clearly as we flew over it. It was like looking down on a map.

I always choose a window seat on the plane, whenever possible, so that I can not only see out easily, but so that I can take photos whenever I want to without disturbing my fellow passengers. The scattered clouds over the Atlantic Ocean looked beautiful, like giant icebergs or snow-covered islands, with shadows cast by the sun on the undulation in the clouds, the white contrasting with the brilliant blue of the ocean and the sky.

Economy Class is not the most comfortable way to travel, but it is generally worth putting up with the lack of leg room in order to save the considerable extra cost.

This was only my second long-haul flight … well, the third, if you count the return leg of my first trip to the USA, to Boston, MA, in 1996. On that occasion, I had been travelling with my late husband and we had been to visit my sister who was living about fifteen miles outside Boston. My husband had never flown at all before and my only previous flight had been a short hop from Dublin, in Ireland, to Liverpool, UK. But that first US trip is another story altogether.

It was a gentle touch down in Orlando, followed by a lengthy wait to disembark once we reached the gate. There were approximately four hundred passengers on board, so it took some time to reach the immigration hall.  Next was the long queue to get through immigration. I had my green visa-waiver form ready for my turn at the desk, where they checked my passport, took my fingerprints and photographed me, and asked the usual questions about where I was going to be staying and if I was carrying any forbidden goods.

Once clear of immigration and customs, I was free to go and wait for my suitcase to come round on the carousel and, once I had retrieved it, I walked outside to find a taxi to take me to my hotel in Sanford. The first thing that struck me was the heat. Even though it was only April, it was still a shock to experience it … not only hot, but so humid as well.

Sanford is about thirty-five miles from the airport, and from the taxi I was able to get my first glimpse of Florida from ground level. On arrival at the Comfort Inn in Sanford, I checked in, went to my room and had a quick wash and change of clothing before phoning my new friends, Jack & Misty, to tell them I had arrived. A short while later, they arrived at the hotel and they took me out for a meal. Afterwards we arranged to meet up again the following afternoon … but more about that in a later blog. 

 

 

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