⑄ Purpose of textTestimony ⑱ E-Pub Author Robbie Robertson ┅

⑄ Purpose of textTestimony ⑱ E-Pub Author Robbie Robertson ┅ ⑄ Purpose of textTestimony ⑱ E-Pub Author Robbie Robertson ┅ OneStared out that train windowinto the darkness,till I near went stone blind.I patted out a rhythm on my knee and smiled to myself Sounded like a song from the very place I was headed.I was spellbound, gazing out the train window at silhouettes of passing towns, a blur of nocturnal landscapes streaming by Only the lights were changing Small town shadows stirring quietly, city neon coloring the night sky, one scene blending into another Id been awake for many hours, but I was too wound up to sleep, too nervous No, too buzzed Me and that train were headed to the holy land of rock n roll, to the fountainhead, where the music I loved grew right out of the ground This was a southbound train.Spring, 1960, sixteen years old I was traveling from Toronto, Ontario, to Fayetteville, Arkansas, toward my chance to try out for a job playing with Ronnie Hawkins and the Hawks, the most wicked rock n roll band around Ronnie was a big rockabilly recording artist, an amazing showman with a fresh, Frankie Lainetype voice The Hawks were a powerhouse band with perfect casting they looked as authentic as they soundedsideburns, slicked back hair, Memphis cool, one part country gentlemen, three parts southern wild men.I kept staring out that passenger car window in wonderment Id never been this far from home before Every time the train whistle blew, a chill ran through me I tried to close my eyes but couldnt sleep This was all too new, too unimaginable, too dreamlike, because, it occurred to me, people from my background didnt hardly know how to dream.I remember the exact day it all turned around for me I had just stepped out the side door of St Theresas Catholic grade school when it hit me a vicious combination of driving wind, burning ice needles to the face, and blinding snow You couldnt see than a few feet in front of you.The public school lay between my school and my house, and it was plainly understood that you took your life in your hands with the kids who went there if you cut through that school yard But in this storm I had to risk it The sleet was pushing me to the ground every few steps So I set myself on a direct line for enemy territory, hoping none of those tough older kids could possibly be out in this blizzard I thought, Even Eskimos dont go out in this.But then I spotted a figure in the distance I was already halfway across the school yard, no turning around now As I got closer, I saw that the guy was big, and he was coming toward me My heart was pounding from wading through the snow and being pushed back by the wind, and now from fear He stumbled toward me, shielding his face with his scarf, like a mask Oh man, what does he want But when I reached him he merely stuck out his hand, holding a paper flyer, and gestured for me to take it I blinked Then I took the paper, stuffed it in my pocket, and kept moving.By the time I reached the side door of my house I looked like a zombie who had just crossed the Arctic Circle My mother was there to greet me, saying, Goodness, get in here, you must be frozen While hanging up my coat, she pulled the flyer out of my pocket and read it aloud Music Lessons Accordion, Violin, Spanish and Hawaiian guitar Oh, are you interested in taking lessons I shook the snow from my hair Sure, anything if it means I never have to walk through a blizzard like this again I was already drawn to music and now wondered if maybe it could help me find a way out of this frozen hellscape But not accordion, I added Lawrence Welk and all .She laughedOkay, big dreamerand handed me a hot chocolate.This was a turning point I just didnt know it yet.As the train idled at the Buffalo border crossing from Canada into the States, an immigration officer walking through the carriage asked me where I was going It was a tricky moment if I mentioned anything about a job, hed turn me back I was trembling inside, but with a straight face I told him I was going to visit my brother and his family in Arkansas He glanced at my birth certificate, then looked me dead in the eye I just about swallowed my gum After a pause he said, Have a good trip, and walked on.As the train pulled away from the station and we crossed into the U.S., a wave of sadness came over me as I remembered what Id had to do to get the money to make my way south Ronnie was looking to replace the guitarist or the bassist in his band, and he had told me, Come on down here and well see if it works out This was my chance to convince him I was his man, so I thought it best not to ask him for any train money nor did I want to bother my mother, whod given me a rough time about quitting school.In the end there was only one thing to do I had to sell my prized 1958 Fender Stratocaster with the original classic sunburst body She was a real beauty Id worked so hard to get her, saving up for months But now I had to do whatever it took to get to Arkansas I was on a mission but leaving that beloved Strat behind cut deep.The first time I saw Ronnie and the Hawks perform, it was a revelation I was only fifteen and Ronnie was playing the Dixie Arena in the west end of Toronto the band I was in, the Suedes, was opening Wed been playing around Toronto for a few months, and opening for Ronnie Hawkins was the biggest thing wed ever done After that night, I would look at music in a whole different light.We had a strong lineup of players in our own group Our drummer then was Pete the Bear De Remigis He had a unique rolling and tumbling feel to his playing and hummed along unconsciously while he played, like a human kazoo Pete Traynor, or Thumper, played bass Id known him since I was thirteen, when we played together in the Rhythm Chords, the first band I ever hooked up with We called him Thumper because of the way he manhandled the instrument Pete would play and stare at you steadily, hardly ever looking at his hands It made for a strange and powerful musical connection Sometimes it got so intense I had to look away.Scott Magoo Cushnie, our piano man, was twenty one, and he had musical training than the rest of us, as well as a sharp sense of humor and a fascinating inventory of slang words that he never shied from busting out Some of them he invented and some could be attributed to his devotion to the popular, off the wall Bob and Ray radio show I played lead guitar and sometimes sang, but for the Dixie Arena gig we had Johnny Rhythm on vocals Johnny was part street hustler, part show bar rock n roll impersonator, but the guy could sing like a bird That night we played pretty good, and from the stage we could see Ronnie and his boys checking us out, which made us all reach a little higher But when the Hawk took the stage the whole atmosphere changed The audience, which had been lingering around chatting, now crowded the front of the stage Suddenly you could taste something raw and authentic in the air The band was all dressed in black and red outfits When they exploded into their first song, Wild Little Willie, the Hawk prowled the stage like a caged animal He soared over Will Pop Joness piano, growling a primitive war cry and miming a cranking motion behind Wills back like an organ grinder winding up his monkey Will was oblivioushe was living inside the music, chewing gum to the rhythm, sweat flying, eyes crossed, head thrown back, hands pumping those ivories Jimmy Ray Luke Paulmans Gretsch Country Gentleman guitar with its flat wound strings poured on the rhythm When Luke fired into a solo the Hawk had a chance to spin, flip, camel walkthe original version of the moonwalkthen tumble and land at Lukes feet Toward the end of the solo, Ronnie would come back in singing like he was driving a mule train, and when he did the Hawks would settle into a slippery, swift locomotion behind his vocal.Lefty Evans on bass was the only thing that kept the band grounded, or they might have become airborne and floated away It was the most violent, dynamic, primitive rock n roll I had ever witnessed, and it was addictive.In the center of it all was a young beam of light on drums Teeth gleaming, laughing, bleached hair glowing, whole body shaking, drumsticks twirling, pushing those red sparkle drums with a hawk painted on the bass drum like a white tornado It was the first time I saw Levon Helm, and Id never seen anything like it.After the show I hung out while the Hawks packed up their guitars and drums, leaning in just to hear those southern accents, so rare up in Canada I desperately wanted some of this mojo to rub off on me They were playing at the club Le Coq dOr in Toronto for a couple weeks, and I hung around them as much as I could without getting in the way, trying to make myself useful Their road manager, Colin Boney McQueen, let me help out, doing stuff he didnt want to do, but I didnt care this was biblical and I was fast becoming an apostle of the church of rockabilly.One afternoon at the Warwick Hotel, where musicians, strippers, and small time con men stayed in downtown Toronto, I overheard Ronnie say, Boys, I need some new songs Were going in the studio next month.A bell went off in my head I had written some tunes for the little bands Id been in, but this could be a breakthrough I ran home, grabbed my guitar, went to my room, and stayed up all night trying to write something that Ronnie could wrap his voice aroundhopefully something reminiscent of Gene Vincents Woman Love.By morning I had finished two songs That day, I taught them to Johnny Rhythm, who could sing them in a style similar to Rons, and soon we were playing them for the Hawk himself He listened to both songs with a little smirk on his face, but when we finished he stood up and said, Play those again Damned if they didnt sound better the second time around Ron pointed a finger at me and declared, Im going to record both of them songs.I tried not to get too excited in front of him, but inside I was overflowing Not bad for a fifteen year old, right I mumbled out of nervous joy Ron just pointed his finger again and said, Ill be keeping an eye on you, boy You might have some talent When it came to finding good material this incredibly funny showman became stone serious, and it was fascinating to see him turn on a dime.When Ronnie returned to Toronto a few months later, he brought his new album, Mr Dynamo, and presented me with a sealed copy Both your songs are on here, turned out pretty good I tore open the LP and looked at the record label, thrilled to see their titles thereSomeone Like You and Hey Boba Lu But when I looked for my name, I saw that the songwriting credit read, Robertson, Magil Who was this Magil guy What was this all about Ronnie laid it out for me Magil was an alias used by a man named Morris Levy the power behind Roulette Records, nightclub owner, business partner to the legendary rock n roll disc jockey Alan Freed, and mobster known for having a recording artist hung by the ankles out the window of his office building See that Cadillac convertible parked down there hed say I can let go and drop you down into that car or you can walk down there with the keys and drive away All you have to do is sign the papers When you recorded for Roulette, Morris Levy usually got a piece of the songwriting Magil was his credit.I started to protest but Ron said, Son, in this business there are certain things you dont even question There are some ol boys in New York City you dont want to mess with I had heard such stories of the ruthless rock n roll music business floating around, but I still couldnt help feeling like The Fool from the Sanford Clark song for not standing my ground.A few days later, Ronnie came to me with an idea, one that would take me to New York City If I could write songs for him, he said, maybe I also had an ear for other songs that would be good for him to record Like many artists at that time, he didnt write much of his own music and was in constant search of new material So with Levon doing most of the drivingdaytime, nighttime, it didnt matter to Levonwe set off to New York A friend of Rons, Dallas Harms, who had written a couple of popular songs, came along I felt as if I were part of an official song search mission.Crossing the bridge into Manhattan gave me chill bumps I had never seen so many lights, so many movie theaters, so much neon, so many ladies of the night I couldnt take it all in quick enough We stayed at the Times Square Hotel on 42nd Street, and the next day Ronnie, with me in tow, hailed a cab Is Levon coming I asked.Nah, its not his thing, Ronnie said Hell play it better than anybody, but he aint a song person, or he wouldnt still be singing Short Fat Fanny every night Ron chuckled and slapped my knee as the taxi pulled away Son, thats what I brought you for We gotta find me some good material.We headed for the Brill Building With its high entranceway and gold doors, 1619 Broadway was like a temple for tunesmiths It was the Tin Pan Alley of its day, just north of Times Square, the eleven story heart of the music industry, a warren of small and large production offices humming with songwriters, musicians, music publishers, and producers Inside, a guy from the record company took us around to the different music rooms making introductions Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, Otis Blackwell, and, oh yes, the outrageous singer songwriter Titus Turner, who had just had his own hit on the King label with Return of Stagolee They were all tickled by Rons stories and cutups Boys, Ill tell ya, he crowed, there aint no difference between me and Elvis Presley except maybe looks and talentA Rolling Stone Top 10 Music Book of 2016 Robertsons book is written with a full range of literary devices his strong point of view is offset by the tenderness he shows, and his stress on his own experience is set within a craftsmans effort to tell the story whole an effort to do justice to their adventures as young men, talented, stylish, successful and lucky, who knew the joy of creative friendship Testimony is high spirited, hugely enjoyable and generous from start to finish New York Times Book Review Robust, wry, gritty and wise The Wall Street Journal Confident and well oiled At times it has the mythic sweep of an early Terrence Malick movie New York Times Robertson has the same knack for cinematic storytelling that he displays in his songs Testimonyreads like one long, grand adventure through rock s golden age, as told by a world class raconteur Billboard Captivating this is essential reading Rolling Stone Testimony proves that Robertson is an immensely capable storyteller and a keen observer of the gifts of others New Yorker Astonishing Testimony is full of detail and remarkable intimacy Esquire A riveting memoir from the Band guitarist, who chronicles his journey from the Six Nations Indian Reserve to the heart of rock and roll People Magazine Mr Robertson is a natural storyteller Testimonyshines Pittsburgh Post Gazette There s a lot of rock and roll history in the life and times of Robbie RobertsonRobertson delves deeply into the Band s tale in his memoir Testimony, tracing their evolution from bar band to Rock and Roll Hall of Famers New York Daily NewsRobertson recalls all the key moments of an eventful life with a songwriter s eye for detail Essential for any devotee of the Band, Dylan, or rock music in the last half of the 20th century Kirkus Reviews,starredreview This long awaited and colorfully told memoir paints a masterpiece of a life in rock and roll Publishers Weekly,starredreview Robertson is a masterful and engaging storyteller who brings his genius for hitting the right note in the right place to his melodious and riveting memoir No DepressionRobbie Robertsons Testimony is a book of memories and wonders, a personal testament of a magical time in American music from someone who was there, at the center of it all, playing and casting spells and writing songs that helped define those great lost years Theres history here, and anecdote, regret and reminiscence, a long fond look back at the trials and triumphs of finding your voice then holding your ground The tone is easy, conversational, like reminiscing with a friend about things you never realized you were part of too Robbie brings you along with him, keeps you right by his side first to last, just the way his songs do, drawing you close, spellbound by his easy sorcery You can feel the music in every word Martin Scorsese Well, once I started, I couldnt put it down It is such a well paced, well structurednarrative Robertson s voice is powerful and strong He has harnessedvivid language to a clean, elegant, writing style,and the sense of honesty, openness, and completenessmakes it so very compelling.The personal and the historic that he bears witness to is, of course, extraordinarily special.One of the best documents of our times And one of the best books on rock and roll ever written Jann Wenner Nobody tells a story like Robbie Robertson.I cant think of a memoir that is compelling, fascinating, or rich in history Across every page you can feel his love, passion, and musical genius David Geffen Robbie Robertson The spellbinding, long awaited, behind the scenes memoir from legendary Canadian who, with Band and Bob Dylan, created a new popular music Robertson Wikipedia Jaime Royal Robbie Robertson, OC born July is musician, songwriter, film composer, producer, actor, author His career spans six decades IMDb Soundtrack Wolf of Wall Street was on , in Toronto, Ontario, Canada as Robert album solo debut by rock musician released Though has been professional since late s, notably founder primary songwriter for Band, this his first proper Somewhere Down Crazy River Dec Music video performing River YouTube view counts pre VEVO C UMG Recordings, Inc Music Fulfillment FBA service we offer sellers that lets them store their 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    • Format Kindle
    • 512 pages
    • 0307889793
    • Testimony
    • Robbie Robertson
    • Anglais
    • 2017-04-22T21:58+02:00