Prior to 2003, you’d have been forgiven for scratching your head had someone asked if you’d heard the singer, songwriter and pianist John Howard. His sole album (at that point), Kid in a Big World (CBS, 1975), had been unjustly overlooked and a similar fate greeted the series of singles issued in its wake. But thirty years later, when RPM, a division of Cherry Red – a reissues powerhouse – brought the album back to the marketplace, the timing was right. The music monthlies and colour supplements got on board, reappraising the album very favourably and, after toiling in other areas of the music industry, John was back in business as a performing songwriter and recording artist. Since then, a further twelve albums have appeared, and the next one, Hello, My Name Is… arrives later this month. John, whose exuberant and theatrical style is sometimes thought to bridge the gaps between glam, Broadway and singer/songwriter, plays the Servant Jazz Quarters in London on November 26. He spoke to me at length about his past incarnations and his new album.

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John in Baker Street, London, clutching a copy of his first album. Photo: Brian David Stevens

Charles Donovan: Kid in a Big World was reissued circa 2004 and this led to you becoming an active singer-songwriter again. Prior to its reissue, it had become a collector’s item and growing cult favourite. Were you aware of this? And did you foresee your resurgence as a recording artist or did you think you were through with it?

John Howard: I first became aware that Kid In A Big World mattered outside of my memories of recording it when I got an email from a chap called Mark Luffman from Australia in 2001/2 where he raved about it after finding the LP in a car boot stall. No-one had ever said such nice things about the album before. It was considered a complete failure by my record company and management in the ’70s and they saw it as an experience best forgotten about. Then around the same time, 2002, there was the In Search Of The Lost Record illustrated book being sold at the Tate Modern shop, which producer Steve Levine, with whom I’d recorded in the ’80s, told me about. It featured the KIABW sleeve as one of the ‘classic album sleeves’. Then over the next year or so I started becoming aware of internet blogs being written about the album, “who was John Howard?”; “Is he still alive?” etc. It seemed to have a genuinely enthusiastic following. That’s what excited and interested back catalogue specialists RPM Records, the unsolicited activity surrounding the album.

In 2001, when my partner and I had moved from Oxfordshire to Pembrokeshire and my father bought me a baby grand piano as a housewarming present,  I had messed around with writing a few things which I quickly demo’d and soon forgot about. But it was knowing that Kid would be reissued by RPM in 2003 and realising that my music actually mattered to people, which I was taken surprise by, which really opened my creative drawer again. This time there was a reason to write songs again, with a potential avenue for them to be heard, my music was finally in demand by music buyers.

I was playing on the cruise ships at the time, 2002/3, and each time I lay down in my cabin new lyrics and songs started appearing in my head, which I’d write down, work out in my breaks between performing, and slowly an album of songs began to emerge, which eventually became Same Bed, Different Dreams, an album I started recording in early 2004 but which wasn’t actually released until summer 2006. Before 2003 I’d had no inkling that I would start to record again. What took my by surprise was how comfortable I felt in the studios, rather than trying to get re-used to being in that environment, it immediately felt like I’d come home.

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Kid In A Big World, John’s belatedly celebrated debut, 1974. Photography: Mike Nicholson

CD: Why were two in a row of your projects (Technicolour Biography and Can You Hear Me OK?) cancelled? Was someone at CBS lobbying against you?

JH: It wasn’t a case of being lobbied against, not by CBS anyway, but the hostile reaction by BBC radio to my music – more to my being Out Gay – and the fact that in spite of the record company’s initial excitement about my potential to be A Star their interest was waning with each flop, all went to ensure that by 1976 I was without a record deal and all but washed up, at 23! Technicolour Biography was begun with much anticipation by CBS in late 1974 (just two months after we’d completed KIABW), they were expecting an album full of hit singles, but when they heard the basic demos and their expectations were dashed then the project was shelved, unfinished.

Can You Hear Me OK? was very much the album which was supposed to put things right. The CBS MD Dick Asher told me in no uncertain terms in the Spring of 1975 that I had to change my producer (Paul Phillips went, replaced by Biddu), alter my style of writing, and come up with a hits-packed album. I tried to do as they asked, came up with lots of hook-laden songs, summery catchy things like ‘I Got My Lady’ and ‘Play Me A Love Song’, Biddu and his arrangers Gerry Shury and Pip Williams wrote great orchestral scores, and we delivered the tapes to CBS expecting them to love what they heard. Instead they bemoaned the loss of their ‘Kid In A Big World’, the very artist they had rejected just a few months earlier, and refused to release Can You Hear Me OK? as well. One single from it, the summer love song ‘I Got My Lady’ saw the light of day in warm, summery January ’76 and it sank without trace.

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With Johnny Mathis, outside Broadcasting House, after filming segments for The Musical Time Machine, 1975

CD: What was the effect on you, professionally, psychologically etc, of this?

JH: I don’t remember being particularly affected by being dropped by CBS, probably because the rot had started to set in shortly after Kid was released a year earlier, the label having ‘enjoyed’ seeing me have two flop singles (‘Goodbye Suzie’ and ‘Family Man’) by the time it was issued, and there was after that a slight sense of desperation around me in terms of ‘what do we do now?’, which pervaded through the offices of my management and CBS. I expected to be dropped, told my manager it would happen, so when it did I kind of shrugged my shoulders and moved on to getting live work at London fashionable eateries like April Ashley’s in Knightsbridge and Morton’s in Berkeley Square. I did that for a year, rather successfully in fact, no-one at the restaurants having a clue about my ‘former life’ as a budding pop star, and enjoyed the whole well-dressed busy-ness of it all.

However, when I had my accident at the end of ’76 breaking my back and feet and spent a lot of time in hospital and once home on sticks, then I had the time and the solitude to think about it all. That’s when a kind of quiet depression started to set in which finally surfaced in the summer of ’77, when I found it hard to sleep and would discover emotional comfort listening to Dory Previn albums! It was the fact she’d been through the mill and had survived which helped immensely when playing her LPs at home in the early hours of the morning. We became, in my mind, fellow emotional survivors.

I also found the pop scene of ’76 through to 1980 quite depressing. I hated Punk, though I know I’m in the minority amongst my contemporaries on this one. Its hard, angst-ridden, spit-in-your-face anarchy was alien to me, and I think deep down I simply didn’t believe it or in it. I had sought and found succour in my pop music of the ’60s and early ’70s, it had always made me feel alive and positive. Now this totally negatively-skewed bunch of snarling pop stars made me feel even more detached from the world I’d loved and felt part of. It all added to my sense of isolation at the time.

Punk probably did give the pop scene a well-deserved kick up the arse, it had all become rather flabby and self-obsessed, stadium concerts making millions for the limousine-driven rock idols. But in the end, Punk was as much about making lots of money for the powers behind the safety-pin constructed thrones as the rock scene had been about making big bucks for the same record company moguls in well-cut Italian suits. It was all a mirage and fooled many, especially the music papers. As they did when T.Rex took off in the early ’70s, they were full of headlines about The Sex Pistols or The Clash, they went out of their way to ditch and diss the rich mega-stars who they’d previously raved about. Again, it was all about money in the end.

CD: After a few years as a singles-only artist, you moved into different areas of the music industry. How did you make this transition?

JH: After the brief respite of being re-signed to CBS in 1979 to make two singles with Nicky Graham – later Bros’s producer – I was once again in a bit of a pit by the end of 1980. My new deal at CBS which had given me a new lease of creative life, had not produced any success once again and I was dropped by the company. With little money and a flailing career I got a temp job at a Mail Order record company called World Records, which was based in Richmond, just over the bridge from my Twickenham flat. John Lennon had just been killed in New York which meant World Records’ Beatles Box collection of eight LPs which had proved a surprisingly slow seller through the autumn, was suddenly flying off the shelves and they needed extra staff to cope with the thousands of orders coming in.

While opening the coupon orders in the post room one morning the company’s Managing Director walked in, saw me, came over to me and asked me why I was working in a post room? “To pay the rent,” I answered. He asked me to go to his office that afternoon where, after quizzing me about my past and finding out how much I knew about music and the music business, he offered me a permanent job in the company’s Repertoire Department. There I got to learn about licensing deals and contracts which stood me in good stead for later jobs in the industry.

By the early ’90s I was made Head of Strategic Marketing at MCA/Universal. It was a fun time, those twenty years ‘on the other side of the desk.’ For the first time in my life I was being paid a good salary, and got to travel First Class and stay in fabulous hotels all round the world. Doing presentations to rooms full of people fulfilled my ‘performance’ need and, honestly, at no time during those years did I ever really miss being a recording artist, that career seemed like a gone time to me, never to return. It shows how wrong we can be.

CD: Since resuming recording, you’ve kept up the formidable work-rate of an album a year, which is remarkably industrious. What determines the pace of your output?

JH: As I’m no longer signed to a record label, releasing all my material on my own imprint via an online distributor, I can decide when I make a new album and when I’ll put it out there. I enjoy that sense of control over my work. I’m not very good at doing nothing, so after a brief rest-up period of a couple of months after I’ve completed an album, I find new songs start to suggest themselves to me, and very soon I’m back at my piano working them up into finished compositions, complete with the arrangements for the backings and vocal harmonies. It just seems to work out that an album is completed within about six months (I play and sing everything on my albums so it does take time to get all that recorded!) and then a release date of around a year since the previous album is about the right time to put it out.

CD: It’s also reminiscent of the 1970s when groups and artists were expected to make an album every year (sometimes issuing two in one year). As someone who’s worked behind the scenes in record companies, do you know why this gradually changed in the 1980s, when albums started coming at the rate of one every two to four years?

JH: I think the reason album release dates started to get more spaced out by the late ’80s was because touring became the way to make the money. Major record companies were ploughing so much into an artist’s career that any money from record sales were being swallowed up by large advances and video production costs, so the artist had to get out on the road and ‘tour an album’. They became like hamsters on marketing wheels, touring constantly in huge venues to sell albums and promote singles the record companies released to promote the albums, ad nauseam. This meant that creativity for about two years went out the window, there was no time to sit and write or go into a studio to record a new album, and the record companies were happy about this as they wanted to squeeze as much as they could out of the album which had cost them a fortune to record and promote.

And on and on it went. I think it served many artists badly, in that by the time they’d recorded a follow-up, four years had sometimes passed and record buyers had moved on, bored with waiting for that follow-up. It did get ridiculous in the ’70s when, as you say, some artists were recording two albums a year – Elton John was one – and quality suffered, but having said that, The Beatles produced two albums a year during their heyday and each album was a gem – and they were constantly on the road as well. The attitudes were different then, of course, it was less of a hungry marketing machine and the industry was still learning how to make the most out of their protégés. By the ’80s it was all about money, get as much out of an expensive artist as you could before their time was up. Ironically, the record companies often speeded up their artists’ demise by touring them so much, but they’d made their money back by then so that was all they cared about.

CD: Some of your albums feature songs that are thematically linked. Is this the case with the new album?

JH: It’s not always intentional but themes tend to develop organically during the writing and recording process. When I was writing songs for the new album, Hello, My Name Is, I realised the recurring theme which was turning up in the lyrics was identity, i.e. how we see ourselves, how others see us, how we’d like to be seen, and the extension of that, how some of us don various personas with different people, believing certain factors in our characters would please or impress some people so we enhance those when in their company and hide those we think may upset them or put them off.

I think the only time we’re ever truly ourselves is in the early hours of the morning when we’re lying awake and going over our lives or things that have happened to us years before or recently, trying to make sense of it, trying to work out if we did wrong or could have done better. That’s probably the nearest we come to being a child again, though now we’re burdened by doubts and worries of which certainly I as a child had few. As I say, these linked themes are never planned but tend to evolve during the creative process because that’s probably what’s in my mind at the time. The only time I’ve actually planned an album from start to finish before beginning recording, with a definite storyline sketched out, was when I did You Shall Go To The Ball in 2012, which was a musical journey through my revisited past songs linked by soundscapes which had elements of the song about to follow interwoven.

CD: Which musicians have served as inspiration to you over the years?

JH: It’s more songwriters who have inspired me than musicians. I’ve never considered myself a ‘musician’s musician’, I could never jam with other musicians, for example, I’m much too much of a stickler for perfection, or my idea of it, for that, and I don’t actually think of myself as a pianist, I am a singer-songwriter who plays piano. One goes with the other in my head and I find it hard to split them. So, in answer to your question (!), the obvious ones would be The Beatles, Brian Wilson and Dylan when I was growing up in the ’60s, they’re the ones who made me want to be a singer-songwriter; producers like George Martin and Phil Spector made a big impression on me, giving me the ambition to record my music, and Burt Bacharach’s compositional style always fascinated me;

Noel Coward certainly was an influence, when he died in 1973 I bought an album by him and played it to death, such a clever lyricist; Terry Riley, the avant garde composer with his astonishing pieces like ‘In C’, had a huge effect on me in terms of breaking musical rules and seeing what happened with a song when you did that; then as I was getting more into writing my own material by the early ’70s and going out to folk clubs to perform them, artists like Roy Harper, The Incredible String Band, Joni Mitchell, Laura Nyro, and off-the-wall artists like Frank Zappa, started having a big effect on me. But also there were the childhood influences which came from my father’s musical tastes and record collection, such as Dave Brubeck and Peter Nero, and stage musical writers like Lerner & Lowe, Cole Porter, Rogers, Hart and Hammerstein, their internal rhymes and clever use of words affecting words had quite an impact on me. The first song I remember loving to bits and listening to all the time was ‘On The Street Where You Live’, from My Fair Lady. I still love to hear it today. And of course, Bowie’s Ziggy period in the ’70s was very inspirational, along with bands like Roxy Music and Mott. I have always admired Stars, those artists who transcend simple success and make it something magical through their sheer charisma and talent.

I think that’s where being inspired by other artists stopped, once I began my own recording career in late 1973 then I’d reached the point where I didn’t feel I needed those detached heroes any longer, I was on my own and doing my own thing regardless of what was big at the time. Pop music, per se, ceased to amaze me from the mid-’70s onwards and I became more of an interested bystander than an involved fan. Those early influences have stayed with me, of course, and will always be there in my musical DNA. I’ve admired artists like k.d. lang, Prince, Rufus Wainwright in more recent times but I can honestly say that they haven’t had any effect on my own musical output. There were other great singer-songwriters around in the ’70s, like Nick Drake and Shelagh MacDonald, who you may think were an influence on my writing, but I only actually first heard their material in recent years. I remember seeing Drake’s Five Leaves Left album in a record shop in Manchester in the early ’70s and considered buying it but decided to invest my £2 in a Dylan bootleg instead. It was only in the ’90s that I first heard Nick’s music and I immediately bought a 4-CD Box Set of his recordings. Beautiful stuff. I was introduced to Shelagh MacDonald’s material by my Dangerous Hours co-writer Robert Cochrane in about 2005, really very recently, and I so liked her song ‘Canadian Man’ that I covered it for my 2008 EP Songs For The Lost & Found, which Shelagh heard and sent me a beautiful email about, and we’re now in regular touch.

CD: What are the most pronounced ways in which your second recording career differs from your first?

JH: I’m enjoying it this time round. That’s the main difference. I didn’t really enjoy it back in the ’70s. I’d be dressed and made-up up for photo shoots and concerts, record at places like Abbey Road and Apple, be wined and dined and told how fabulous I was, and then go back to my tiny bedsit, flat broke, wondering if the next single I’d just finished would sell, and fearing it wouldn’t, “so what then?”. One regret I have is that I wish I’d been more impressed with everything that was happening to me back then. I should have felt amazing walking into Abbey Road studios, where my heroes had recorded; I should have loved shopping for clothes at Biba and Herbie Frogg; doing concerts at The Purcell Rooms and The Marquee.

But my main memory of that time is just getting on with it, doing what I did as well as I could and hoping it would please the people who mattered to my career. One always felt on approval, trying to impress, hanging on to every compliment like a lifeline. I was very young, didn’t know how to handle being in the midst of such expectations. It probably all happened too quickly for me too. When I’d arrived in London in August 1973, I was planning to spend a couple of years gigging, making a name for myself as I’d done up in the North West, and then looking for a record deal, the right record deal. Instead, I was spotted  playing at The Troubadour within a
month of my arrival in London and had a record deal with CBS a couple of months later. It should have been exciting but I just remember wondering when it would all come to an end. None of it ever felt quite real.

Now, I love writing, recording and performing, this time it is fun. I’m making albums I’m proud of, which sound exactly as I hear them in my head when planning them, I’m in control of how and when they’re made and released, how they look and sound, and can make my own decisions at my leisure. I’m also 61, so have no expectations or ambitions for a future career. It is what it is now and I love it. When I no longer love it, I’ll stop. I’m very lucky to have been given a second chance by a chance reissue.

CD: You seem to have embraced the new music platforms (e.g. YouTube, streaming services, downloads). Do you have any misgivings about them or am I right in thinking you’re all for them?

JH: I know it’s currently fashionable to bitch about streaming sites like Spotify. Taylor Swift has, I believe, taken all her recordings down from streaming sites. That’s of course up to her. My feeling is I’ll never make a lot of money from my recordings, I’m not a big enough artist, will always be ‘niche’, so what the hell if I just get pin money from Spotify? Every streaming of one of my tracks means someone out there is listening to it and hopefully enjoying it, every download means someone has taken the time and money to buy something of mine. It’s all completely unsolicited, no-one has advertised my recordings and suggested they buy them, people find them by various word-of-mouth Tweeting and Facebooking, the Social Network has had a huge effect on my career. It’s very complimentary and I feel rather honoured about it. I have some musician friends who complain bitterly about Spotify and the like “ripping them off”. And I always say in reply to them, be grateful someone wants to hear what you do. Recently, my track ‘Believe Me, Richard’ from my 2013 album Storeys had the most streamings of anything I’ve ever released. To me that’s like having a hit single. It certainly feels a whole lot better knowing that, than forty years ago knowing my record company couldn’t get anyone at BBC Radio interested in playing ‘Goodbye Suzie’ .

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After performing at Glam-Ou-Rama, London. Photography: Brian David Stevens

CD: Your concert in November is the second London show you’ve done since moving to Spain (I think). What should we expect and might you continue coming over to sing and play every year?

JH: I never plan doing a show, I wait to be invited! Seriously, it’s great that the Gare Du Nord label of artists have taken me to their hearts and want to help promote my music via shows in London and various other projects they’re discussing with me. They’re a very proactive and massively creative bunch of people. I really loved doing last year’s gig at the Servant Jazz Quarters in Dalston and look forward to returning there on the 26th of this month. I’ll do a few old favourites, some more recent songs and a couple of brand new ones. Part of the show will be done solo, some of it with my band for the evening (Robert Rotifer, Ian Button and Andy Lewis) and it should be a blast. I don’t know when there’ll be another show, we’ll see. I’d love to do one next year, of course, but ask me next year! I don’t have the energy levels any longer for constant touring, even a series of gigs might exhaust me! But occasional ‘poppings up’ on the live circuit suits me very well.

John Howard plays at the Servant Jazz Quarter, London, on Tuesday 26th November. Find out more here. Visit John’s own website here.

 

When I wrote about my friend Pamela Polland last year, in a desperate search for her lost 1973 master tapes, I entertained little hope that we would find them. After all, Sony, the tapes’ actual owners, had searched in 2006 without success. I too had tried a number of avenues, including approaching the Gus Dudgeon estate (Gus being the noted English producer who worked with Pamela on the record).

Pamela – a celebrated American singer/songwriter and protégée of Clive Davis – recorded her second solo album (for Columbia Records) at Trident Studios in London. Musicians included Taj Mahal, Joan Armatrading and Elton John’s band of the time. Pamela was a priority at the record label and, after a moderately successful first album with sales of 25,000, her second outing was due to get a huge promotional push. It was fully mastered and ready to go when disaster struck. Clive Davis left the record label under a cloud and interest in Pamela’s project evaporated. The album was shelved and she was left in limbo. Never one to dwell on misfortune, Pamela took the knock then kept going, reinventing herself as saucy jazz diva Melba Rounds, enjoying local success in San Francisco. Instead of repeating myself, I will direct you to my original story here and here.

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Pamela with producer Gus Dudgeon
Photo: Michael Ross

Two days after my feature went live, I received an email from Richard Bowe at Sony UK. He indicated that he’d read the piece and asked me to call him. He was friendly and personable and – to my astonishment – said that the master tapes were sitting on his desk and that he was looking at them while we were speaking. The power of the written word. Where emails and phone calls had failed, a well-timed article sorted everything out and I remain grateful to The Huffington Post for facilitating this crucial break-through. I put Pamela and Richard in touch and sure enough, when Richard emailed her scans of the tapes, she confirmed that they were the real deal. My humble, unremunerated article, a true labour of love, had won through where Sony Japan’s own trawl through the archives had been fruitless. Victory was made all the more sweet by the fact that a little troll had remarked on Facebook that Pamela needed a ‘proper journalist – like the one who helped Eric Andersen’ to help her find the tapes. My career may have suffered a number of blows but I have never been anything other than a proper journalist.

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The rediscovered 1973 master tapes
Photo: Richard Bowe

I remember the day, a year ago, when I contacted Pamela to break the good news. She professed herself "shocked and delighted," telling me, "It felt like a tragedy when I was told the tapes were nowhere to be found. It was around 2006 that Sony Japan told me that they wanted to reissue the album [strictly speaking, not a reissue, since the album was never issued in the first place]. They were told that the masters were nowhere to be found. In retrospect, I think it’s because they approached Sony in LA and nobody thought to ask the London office. Doh!". We both remain grateful to Richard at Sony in London for stepping in when it seemed every line of enquiry had been exhausted. "That was a year’s work with a lot of incredibly talented people," says Pamela. "It was an enormous relief to discover that the music was still available, although now there’s another concern – and that is the tape-deterioration factor, forty years on".

If only I could say that Sony decided right there and then to issue the album, perhaps as a two-on-one with Pamela’s first album. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Pamela and I stayed silent for a year about the rediscovered tapes, because we hoped that Sony Japan might make good on their promise to issue it. Alas, as Pamela explains, "the man at Sony Japan who reissued my first Columbia solo album has since retired, and the new guy is non-responsive, so that ship has sailed".

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Pamela in Hyde Park, between recording sessions
Photo: Michael Ross

Now we need help. Masters deteriorate. Time is of the essence. It may be that the tapes will need baking. This music – a wonderful collection of orchestrated, show-stopping ballads, intimate piano-and-vocal meditations, and up-tempo folk-rock mixed with soul – is among Pamela’s finest work. Had it seen the light of day at the time of its intended release, it’s not unreasonable to imagine that it would have elevated Pamela’s profile to Laura Nyro levels and beyond. It must have been heart-breaking, even for someone with Pamela’s optimistic disposition, when the album was cancelled. It even had finalised artwork and the confirmed title of Have You Heard The One About The Gas Station Attendant? (a reference to the track ‘To Earl’, a trembling ode to a romantically unavailable petrol station worker).

"I was hoping for it to be a commercial success as well as an artistic one, mostly because commercial success is what fuels a career and allows it to progress," says Pamela. "It’s not as easy to move forward without that, but I seem to have managed". In fact, when assessed a different way, Pamela’s career is far from devoid of success. She provided backing vocals on Joe Cocker’s Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour and appeared in the consequent film, and has released an album in every decade from the 1960s onwards, with the exception of the eighties (a ruthless era that was not kind to singer/songwriters whatsoever). From Jackson Browne to Bonnie Raitt, if they’re good then Pamela’s worked with them. Her career as a recording artist has, however, suffered due to what should have been viewed as an asset, namely the fact that she can’t be pigeonholed into a single style of music. "I remember some record companies who refused me as an artist saying, ‘we don’t know what bin to put you in’. In other words, my eclectic artistic nature was looked upon as a hindrance by many on the business side of the music business. But I just didn’t have it in me to stay in a box. I love music and I want to taste as much of it in my mouth as I can while I still have a voice."

Now we’re planning our next move, which is to work out how to shop the album to a sympathetic reissue label who could enter into a licensing agreement with Sony (it should be noted that every time Pamela’s earlier Epic and Columbia work has appeared on CD, its initial print-run has sold out). It simply isn’t right that only myself and a select few have heard this magnificent piece of work, every bit as much of a lost gem as the exhumed albums by Vashti Bunyan, Judee Sill and Linda Perhacs which have had critics frothing with superlatives. "I actually think it’s some of my best work," says Pamela, "which is why it’s been sad for me that it was never released. Even forty years later, I still think the songs, arrangements and performances all hold up. I tend to be my own worst critic, but mostly, I’m very proud of this album and still hope to see it released".

Find out more about Pamela Polland here. Read the Huffington Post version of this article here.

Londoners unfriendly?

May 18, 2014

Doing some house-keeping and noticed that I hadn’t posted a link to this slightly snotty article about the supposed unfriendliness of Londoners

In 2005, flicking idly through one of the glossy music monthlies, I spotted a tiny box copy item about a singer/songwriter called Shelagh McDonald who had vanished. No one knew her whereabouts, nor had they for over thirty years. Her two albums (from the early seventies) were being reissued on a two-for-one collection (I later discovered that there had been earlier CD reissues, but that this one had a bit more promotional muscle behind it, courtesy of Sanctuary). I saw the tiny piece and thought – this deserves more. I set about contacting all the people associated with Shelagh so that I could write a more substantial article. I discovered that while a minority of them feared that she was dead, most insisted that she wasn’t. Rumours abounded, most of which suggested that she’d had a bad, one-off experience with narcotics.

I also immersed myself in her two albums. 1970’s Shelagh McDonald Album was a very pleasant introduction – the accompanying photographs showed a lovely, delicate-featured woman and the songs were full of enigmatic self-expression. The music was that of a young writer navigating her way through pop, classical and folk, and coming up with beautiful odes such as ‘Ophelia’s Song’, whose extraordinary pastoral feel was clearly understood and emphasised by Robert Kirby, provider of string arrangements for both Nick Drake and Shelagh.

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Shelagh’s first two albums. Photography: Keith Morris

My feature eventually appeared in The Independent in 2005 which in turn prompted the Scottish press to run similar articles. To everyone’s astonishment, one of these pieces eventually reached Shelagh herself. She was alive and had been living an itinerant lifestyle, camping in Scotland in all weathers with her partner Gordon. It emerged that one of the numerous theories was true – Shelagh had indeed had a terrible experience with LSD, finding it impossible to come down weeks after taking a substance that should have worn off in 24 hours max. She had retreated to her parents’ home in Scotland and then voyaged into the wilderness, living off the grid as a free spirit. She and Gordon posed for a photograph to accompany an illuminating and sympathetic newspaper feature by Grace Mackaskill after which Shelagh promptly went underground again, to the dismay of fans. But then, following Gordon’s death, she gradually emerged in 2012, this time armed with a guitar and a renewed singing voice. To the folk and singer/songwriter fraternities, it was as if Richey Manic [Edwards] had returned from the abyss.

Now, forty years on, Shelagh’s third album is here. Parnassus Revisited finds her interpreting some traditional folk material, plus nine originals, with an open, free-form, jazzy quality to her guitar playing. She has yet to return to the piano, though I remain hopeful she will. Two re-workings of songs from her first two albums complete the set. I caught up with her as the album was emerging as a ‘soft’, independent release, with possible changes to come as momentum is attained. Contemporary photographs reveal that Shelagh’s looks have withstood the passing decades. It is impossible not to warm to her candid and direct answers. She is well aware that layers of mythology have been constructed around her and is keen to draw a line; not to regret the past, but simply to stop dwelling on it at the prompting of journalists.

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Shelagh in 2013. Photo: Heather McLennan

“Yours will be the last interview I do about my past,” Shelagh tells me. “My past is merely a framework upon which others can weave their own fantasies about what actually happened and they’ll continue with their re-inventions, no matter what I say!”

CD: How is the recording process forty years after Stargazer came out?

SM: Recording studios look superficially the same, until you see the computer screen on the wall above the sound decks. It lends an almost Orwellian touch to the whole room. Sound engineers are no longer dependent on their hearing alone; now they need good eyesight as well as the patience of a saint to endure the foibles and tribulations of the recording process. The computer must be consulted at all times. The abandonment of analogue has reconfigured the quality of present day recording, but I believe that the reliance on computers to tell us how to listen is removing something basic and instinctive. Certainly, it was amazing to realise that, if I’d fluffed a line here and there that they could be erased at the touch of a button. However, a few of these mistakes that we did erase actually sounded better when left as they were, in some obscure way they had become integral to the performance. Others will judge, of course, and it’s all a matter of taste. One thing is for sure – recording is every bit as nerve-wracking as it was forty years ago!

CD: The album is sparsely arranged compared to your first two albums. Just you and guitar. How was that decided upon?

SM: Budgetary and, therefore, time constraints, did influence the way Parnassus Revisited was produced. From conception to completion, it took a mere six weeks. On the other hand, it concentrated the mind on how best to record music stripped down to the essentials. There’s no space for overlaying any kind of “mood” or anything that would coerce the ear into listening out for the sounds that have become so familiar to us that we no longer register them. To some this could be considered an uncomfortable album, but it has the rawness that I was looking for. My sound engineer, David Gray, instinctively knew this I believe and created the sound that was in my head.

CD: Were you asked to make an album? How did it come about?

SM: Pressure was put on me to make an album. Bearing in mind that I’ve been away for forty years and that the cost of recording has sky-rocketed, my original plan had been to make an album of songs that reflect the musical influences on my work. For example, I love jazz and it has seeped into my guitar playing quite unconsciously….although alas I’ll never play like Anthony Wilson! My piano playing is definitely classically based. And last but not least, I have some happy songs up my sleeve which should add an extra dynamic to the album I originally had in mind. We’re talking about quite an expensive production here because it would take a variety of other musicians to support me on this.

CD: You mentioned to Grace Mackaskill that your voice had at one point been shot. You simply couldn’t sing. How did you coax it back?

SM: The voice, when it returned, took some time to strengthen. There were periods when I didn’t have time to sing. Gordon, my late partner, encouraged me but the impracticalities of returning to the folk scene during the years before his death could not be justified. At the end he said to me “you must sing”. With this kind of endorsement how could I do otherwise? And recently I’ve been working with Nigel H Seymour who knows all there is to know about singing. He’s put my voice through its paces and, thanks to him, I feel a lot more confident about it. As for performing again, I most definitely have Ian A. Anderson to thank. He nagged me until I agreed to do a gig with him and Ben Mandelson (The False Beards). Ian knows my weak spot – pride! He told me to “Come out from behind the sofa”, so I said to myself, “I’ll show him!”

CD: Have you completely recovered from the after-effects of your LSD experience? Do you wish it had never happened?

SM: I’m completely recovered from what happened back then and it’s a miracle my voice has been restored. Only one lingering side effect – my mental arithmetic sucks! I’ve no regrets. It’s made me who I am today and has taught me that you only get out of life what you put into it.

CD: How was it to discover that old and new listeners had kept exploring your music during your absence?

SM: I could hardly believe it when I learned people had been listening to my music. Sometimes their children have come up to me at gigs and said that they had known my music since they were young! Really incredible that, and very, very touching. No one from the music business approached me through all those intervening years and to be fair, it would have been impossible for them to find me if they had been.

CD: Presumably there are funds due to you from album sales.

SM: I still have to be reimbursed by the record companies but we are in contact as this goes to press. As for being consulted about reissues and liner notes. No one made a move in this direction. And again, they could well have tried to find me for all I know. When I learned (in a newspaper article) about the reissue of my music, it was a complete puzzle to me how this could have come about. I had no inkling of the resurgence in interest in all things folk and had never heard of the collectors’ market, the popularity of old 70s vinyl and the like.

CD: The return to live performances must have been daunting.

SM: The Green Note in Camden Town, London last January was my first gig for forty or so years. The audience was fantastic!

CD: You re-emergence in 2005 was documented by the press but then you seemed to go quiet again. What was life like at the time?

SM: After my reappearance Gordon and I were still living in tents and the occasional B&B or hotel. By 2008 we’d had enough and moved into a flat, which was bliss! Unfortunately within five months of this Gordon’s health deteriorated. He died in 2012.

CD: Do you miss living in the wilderness? On other hand, do you miss London? What is your ideal living space –the wilderness, cites, villages, suburbia?

SM: I don’t miss the tents – it’s enough to have memories of the good times, and there were plenty. As for London, I miss it as it was in the 60s and 70s when it was cleaner and a lot more relaxed. My ideal living space? Definitely the countryside but within reach of a city on the odd occasion duty calls.

CD: Were you signed to B&C for more than two albums? ‘Spin’ – a new song which appears on the two-for-one compilation – sounds fully produced rather than a demo. Was it planned for the next album? ‘Spin’ in particular shows a new confidence and pop sensibility. Can you tell me whether a third album was planned then abandoned? Are we likely to hear any more of it?

A third album at that juncture would not have been on the cards anyway because the recession of the 70s had already begun to bite and the music business like everyone else was affected. To be honest I’m not sure how many albums I signed up for with B&C. That third album was planned but what label it would have gone under is anyone’s guess.

CD: One glaring omission from the new album is your piano playing. As a pianist myself, I thought you had a lovely style, which added poignancy to a number of your songs. Do you plan to resume piano playing?

SM: I agree with you about the piano Charlie. Before I returned to performing I’d actually planned to concentrate on piano-based songs and to play guitar occasionally during my sets. I suppose I was persuaded down the guitar route by the numerous guitar enthusiasts in the folk scene. I don’t regret doing this but also feel now that that particular avenue has been explored. Already, since working with Nigel [Shelagh has an album in the works, collaborating with Nigel H. Seymour] there’s this feeling that I’m back on track with my original musical vision. It seems to be in tune with his (although on the face of it our music differs widely).

CD: A nice and noticeable touch on the new album is that the guitar playing has a jazzy quality that mixes very well with the folk music. Is that you playing or did you use a mix of players for the album?

SM: The jazzy guitar? All mine I’m afraid, guilty as charged. As I’ve already mentioned, the album was done on a tight budget and time was at a premium. So, barely enough time for rehearsals with other musicians, let alone the money to pay ‘em.

CD: Are you back in touch with musicians who appeared on your early albums, like Keith Christmas [a singer-songwriter contemporary of Shelagh’s]? Sadly, the brilliant arranger – Robert Kirby – died, though I did speak to him for my original article and he had lovely memories of you, as did all the people I spoke to. They all missed you a lot.

SM: Yes! I am in touch with the old gang: Keith (and Sian who’s an angel), Sandy Roberton, Ian (A) Anderson, Maggie Holland, Jerry Gilbert et al. Sadly there are absent friends who I would so much have wished to see again – the wonderful Robert Kirby who transformed base metal into gold with his beautiful orchestral arrangements and who was the nicest person in the business. Al Jones who was uniquely talented and destined, I believe, to move beyond folk-rock to a multiplicity of musical genres. Likewise Dave Mudge (of Mudge and Clutterbuck) – Tim Clutterbuck is around somewhere and it would be great to hear from him. Perhaps he’ll read this!

Find out more about Shelagh at her official website.

Thank you to those who wrote about Shelagh before I did…John O’Regan and Peter Moody.

Forgive me. I’ve been in such chronic pain that for twelve weeks it was simply impossible to sit upright and type. But right now I’m experiencing a rare reprieve. I don’t know how long I have before the torment returns, but I’ve got time to tell you about the singer/songwriter Harriet Schock (love the name). There’s a photograph of Harriet that, to me at least, captures her essence. It appears on the cover of her third album, You Don’t Know What You’re In For, from 1976 and was taken by Ethan Russell, noted for his dramatic shots of The Rolling Stones, The Who and The Beatles. Harriet appears to be gently staring down the photographer, fixing him with an exquisitely self-possessed gaze and a Mona Lisa smile. I am glad that it has been preserved because it helps me describe this complex and enigmatic songwriter. About two years ago, I tentatively explored the possibility of getting her first three albums reissued despite knowing little about the process. Her four most recent works are, I’m glad to say, readily available both as hard copies and download. But the three albums that established her trademark witticisms, melodies and chord progressions are currently unavailable to the wider public. Many people enjoy 1970s production values – the string and horn arrangements that don’t exist any longer in quite the same form, the vocals that aren’t excessively treated, the prominence of the piano, the intimacy. Harriet comes from this golden age of singer/songwriters – an age that has never been surpassed.

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Harriet’s third album, You Don’t Know What You’re In For (1976)                                                    

 Photos: Ethan Russell

Until the 1980s, 20th Century Fox had its own record label, 20th Century Records. Among its extravagantly talented stars-in-waiting was Harriet, along with Patti Dahlstrom and Rita Jean Bodine. Harriet had moved from Texas to Los Angeles in her early twenties, having married an actor she met at the Dallas Theatre Centre. When his work took him to Hollywood, Harriet agreed to follow. "I was very close to my family and that’s probably the only way I would have moved away from them," she says. "The marriage fell apart and he moved back to Kentucky. I stayed in Los Angeles and briefly worked as an advertising copywriter". Someone as creative and musical as Harriet was never going to be satisfied working in advertising for long, and she began acquiring a following playing the gay bar circuit, accompanying herself on the piano. "They were the only places I knew where a singer/songwriter could do original material, so I played them a lot, week after week". Word of Harriet’s talent spread quickly.

“Roger Gordon, who was a publisher at Colgems (EMI) came to see me perform. Shortly thereafter, Jack Gold signed me to Columbia but there was a payola scandal and all the acts signed by anyone at that label in L.A. (in other words, not by Clive Davis) were dropped. As I recall I got a car, which was really important because my ex-husband got our one car in the divorce. Then Danny Davis from Colgems took me to Russ Regan who headed up 20th Century Records. That’s when I got signed to the label I would actually record for.”

I first heard Harriet’s music after stumbling upon her albums at Music & Video Exchange, the second-hand outlet with the most surly and uncharismatic shop assistants in London. It was the Notting Hill branch. I knew I’d seen her name before and, within minutes, the information surfaced in my mind. This was none other than the same Harriet whose song-writing credits I’d spied on albums by Syreeta, Smokey Robinson, Roberta Flack and Helen Reddy. I knew I’d found something special. I clutched all three albums and rushed back to my flat near the Post Office Tower (like most native Londoners, I can’t bring myself to call it the ‘BT Tower’). Minutes later, what emerged from my record player were nothing less than three-minute romantic masterpieces, filled with the kind of flourishes and subtle tricks that today can only be found in musical theatre; deft use of internal rhymes, gorgeous melodic lines, sardonic humour. Instantly, I was a life-time member of the Harriet Schock club, whose members, it turns out, come from every corner of the world. Much to my delight, I noticed at least two Sondheim-esque traits running through the albums – Harriet never allowed the stress to fall lazily on the wrong syllable of a word, so her songs sounded uncontrived and intelligent, and she made only minimal use of melisma. Of course melisma (when a series of notes is sung for one syllable of lyric) was practised masterfully by lots of 1970s soul artists, but is now so gaudily overused on TV talent shows that it has become embarrassing and passé.

If Carole King, Carly Simon, and Joni Mitchell (not to mention Buffy Saint Marie) formed the first wave of singer/songwriters, then Harriet led the second, which came a few years later and included Melissa Manchester, Wendy Waldman and Karla Bonoff. To this day, her songs manage to balance the specific with the universal. No matter their subject matter, there is always space to allow listeners to overlay events from their own lives on to the material. Her first album was 1974’s Hollywood Town, produced by Roger Gordon, and it thrust her straight into the spotlight.

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Harriet’s first album: Hollywood Town (1974)                                                                   

Photos: Mike Paladin

“It was an exciting time but I had no “compared to what”, so I thought this was just what happened when you wrote songs. During the seventies, there was a station out here called KNX FM. They played album cuts. And according to my ASCAP statement, every cut on all three albums got played. I couldn’t go to the grocery store without hearing myself on the radio. That was the single most thrilling thing of all. I’ve been known to roll down my window and tell the stranger in the car next to me to turn a particular station on because I was on it. Okay, I did that only once before I realized how crazy it was. I also walked up to a group of very mean looking bikers in a restaurant when I was being played over the P.A. and told them. I’m not sure they were impressed but at least they didn’t hurt me. My first album cover was up on the outside wall of Tower Records and I had a picture taken of me standing in front of it with my so-seventies patchwork jeans on.”

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Harriet with her Tower Records billboard (1974) and, years later, in Amoeba Records, L.A.                              

Photos: Mike Paladin and Mark Giffin

Hollywood Town was the launch-pad for a career that has remained buoyant to this day. Those who only engage with music at surface level, who think it’s a nice thing that gets played in shops, might hear it as a light pop confection and miss the point. “I had a disc jockey tell me when he heard my records that he thought they were a polished sort of Anne Murray until his wife made him take them home and listen closely. He then discovered I had something to say. I mean no disrespect to Anne Murray here. It’s just that my album sounded less like a “singer/songwriter” record than a pop artist’s album and in those days that determined the kind of airplay you got.”

The album is a seamlessly cohesive statement in which the narrator goes through a number of social and romantic rites of passage and shares the experience with sometimes barbed, sometimes touching observations. It introduces Harriet’s piano-playing style, which flows from the same influences of blues, classical and pop as Carole King. Supporting musicians are of the highest calibre – Leland Sklar, Larry Carlton, Russ Kunkel. These are the names you see stamped over the very finest offerings of the 1970s and give you some idea of just how important 20th Century Records considered Harriet’s career. ‘Ain’t No Way To Treat A Lady’, which was to become Harriet’s signature song, opens with a conversational line that neatly encapsulates her bracing and intelligent approach: “I guess it was yourself you were involved with/I would have sworn it was me”. She manages to place a melodic and lyrical hook right at the start of the song and it’s not hard to imagine how this must have ensnared people hearing it on radio.

But just as ‘Ain’t No Way…’ was about to go stratospheric, events beyond Harriet’s control conspired to hinder its progress. “I came very close to having a top forty hit with it. The promotion people from 20th Century are still talking about it today. A music director of a major top forty station in L.A. was poised to start playing it but he wanted it sped up. I think he was moving faster than normal because of some chemicals rolling around his system. Russ Regan recalled the record, sped it up and reissued it. There was another station, in San Francisco, which promised to play the record if the L.A. station did. A few days before they were due to play me – which would have made it a hit because they were huge stations – the music director had a fight with the program director and quit. We lost the L.A. station which made the San Francisco station pull out. I didn’t quite understand what a disaster this was when it happened. But decades later, when I heard them retell how close we were and how heartbroken the label was, the severity of it became even clearer.”

Harriet had to adjust to success of a different kind; other artists and acts swiftly recorded their own versions of her songs. From Hollywood Town alone, her songs were covered by Manfred Mann, The Partridge Family and – most notably – Helen Reddy, who took ‘Ain’t No Way To Treat A Lady’ well into the US Top Ten. “I was anonymous all the way to the bank,” remarks Harriet drily.

Harriet’s second album, She’s Low Clouds, came out later that year, created by the same team. It kicks off with ‘Go On And Go’, a startling break-up song, and also includes ‘Play It Again’, a soulful and beautifully arranged tribute to Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil. Harriet’s piano-playing is gorgeously prominent and the album stands as a sonic extension of the themes first put forward in Hollywood Town. The songs are crammed to burst with witty remarks, internal rhyme, hooks upon hooks upon hooks, and memorable rhetorical questions, including, ‘What’s the good of new love/That’s too graceful to grow old?’ (from ‘Brooklyn Can Hear You Bragging’). The front cover makes it look as though Harriet is asleep – a better choice would have been to use the bright, engaging photograph on the back.

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She’s Low Clouds (1974), second album in Harriet’s classic trilogy

Photos: Mike Paladin

Though She’s Low Clouds garnered similar critical acclaim and support from Cashbox (a defunct trade title not dissimilar to Billboard), it did not break through (despite yielding another Helen Reddy cover); a change of approach was called for. 1976’s You Don’t Know What You’re In For, produced by Billy and Gene Page, was an example of pop music with soul production, not unlike Melissa Manchester’s Don’t Cry Out Loud album, which was produced by Motown’s Leon Ware. Key figures of the singer/songwriter movement, including Leland Sklar and Tom Scott, are present, but the sound is a considerable departure from the first two albums. “Since Gene was a famous string arranger, he put strings on every cut,” explains Harriet. “It isn’t nearly as stripped down as Hollywood Town and She’s Low Clouds.” The collection’s high-gloss factor makes for a wonderfully indulgent listen; it has a sultry quality not unlike that of the Evie Sands albums from the same period (Estate of Mind and Suspended Animation). Tucked away amid the clever and affecting love songs (most notably ‘I Could’ve Said It All’) is a withering parody of the Lieber/Stoller perennial ‘I’m A Woman’. ‘He’s So Macho’ is a send-up of cartoonish masculinity incisive and pointed enough to stand side by side with ‘You’re So Vain’.

“When I first started writing songs,” says Harriet, “I wrote comedy songs—satire, parodies. Once I started writing more autobiographically, the humour and irony stayed but the subject matter switched to what I was hurting about or wondering about or just wanted to say. I’m from Texas and I shoot from the hip, so some things sneak in there that a more thoughtful writer might have the good sense to leave out.”

Harriet’s lyrics are often character studies with a sting in their tails but not wholly damning of their subjects. “I never feel like something is totally someone else’s fault,” she says. “That’s just an ignorant point of view, in my opinion. Also it’s boring. If there’s no realization or some understanding the song leads to, then it’s just a rant and I think the ranter looks worse than the rantee. Also, being a Southern woman, I’ve had to learn to separate the head from the body without the victim ever knowing there’s a knife involved. And sometimes that head just has to go.”

But despite the lovely front cover and the lusher production, You Don’t Know What You’re In For marked the end of Harriet’s first recording career. “Disco came in and though I was still performing, I didn’t know how to fit into what was happening without abandoning who I was completely.” Harriet bid the seventies farewell, having bestowed the decade with a trilogy of albums whose sheer beauty and quality still attracts listeners today despite languishing out of print. As a fan, of course I wonder what Harriet’s 1980s albums might have been like, had they been made. Would she have put through different stylistic straitjackets, like Melissa Manchester and Carly Simon, in search of a home? Overblown power ballads? Synthesised, new-wave pop? Reggae? R’n’b? Would a team of stylists have thrust her into lycra and leather or crowned her with unusual, lacquer-drenched hairstyles?

Rather than pursue any of those questionable paths, she side-stepped into song-writing behind the scenes, working for Jobete, the publishing arm of Motown. “It was so much fun interacting with Berry Gordy and Hal Davis. I had started writing with Misha Segal and we got signed as a team. A working day usually entailed going to Jobete and finding out what was needed, showing songs to Mr. Gordy, working with Iris Gordy (who is still a close friend) and others there. I wasn’t really employed by them. I just had a publishing deal. Ironically, Lester Sill, who had run Colgems when I was signed there, took over Jobete so I worked with him again. A number of nice projects came out of my collaboration with Misha Segal – the music for The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking and the song, ‘First Time on A Ferris Wheel,’ which has been sung by over 30 people—either live or studio-recorded. Smokey Robinson sang it in Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon, a Motown film, and Nancy Wilson recorded it. Many others covered it. The ultimate recording was Carl Anderson’s and it became his trademark. What a truly great singer he was.”

As the nineties got underway and ‘Harriet Schock – Recording Artist’ receded further into the past, up surfaced Nik Venet, who had not only signed the Beach Boys but also been an instrumental figure in the original singer/songwriter movement, producing brilliant albums by Dory Previn and Wendy Waldman. His influence had a revolutionising effect on Harriet. “He couldn’t see any shred of who I was in what I was doing – collaborating on R&B dance tunes. He made me realise there were people who actually got who I was and wanted to hear that. So I started recording again”. Beginning tentatively with the low-key, cassette-only offering, “American Romance”, Harriet’s renewed recording career gained momentum with the release of the concept album Rosebud in the late nineties. American Romance (since reissued on CD and digital download) was a discreet, keyboards and vocal release which contained several songs that forced the listener to stop whatever he or she might be doing and succumb. “For What It’s Worth” and “You Are” were two such moments. The follow-up, Rosebud, was more widely publicised and featured star players like Dean Parks, produced with a kind of pop chamber-group approach. Just as she had in the 70s, Harriet was able to command top-flight talent, and collaborated with no less than Arthur Hamilton (composer of ‘Cry Me A River’) on ‘Worn Around The Edges’. The album’s concept was a winning one – Harriet took the themes and motifs of classic cinema and grafted them on to stories and moments from her own life. A live album came next – a most suitable format for an artist who is very much a storyteller and whose intimate asides to her audience are always witty and worth preserving.

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The come-back albums, American Romance and Rosebud

At the same time, the advent of the internet facilitated contact between Harriet and her audience in hitherto impossible ways. “It was spectacular, the way it enabled people to find me,” she says. “I heard from people saying they’d worn out their records and did I have any CDs of these albums. Of course, I didn’t. I couldn’t legally get the rights. I would hear from disc jockeys who played the records, fans… and children of fans who grew up with the records. A few years ago, a 25-year-old girl from Stockholm contacted me. Her parents had owned a record store and had brought home my first album, Hollywood Town. She took an extreme liking to it and it formed the soundtrack of her childhood. She wanted to meet me and planned a trip to L.A. with her band called Molly Ban. I showcased them at an L.A. Women In Music Singer/Songwriter Night, an event I have been hosting for 22 years. They brought the house down. The girl, Alexzandra Wickman and her partner, Mikael Back, accompanied me in a show I did a few nights later. It was so lovely to see how much the record had meant to her. She remembered songs from it I hadn’t performed in years. I’ve since added some of them to my current set list.”

It was at this point that Harriet and I came into contact. I wrote her an email, wanting her to know that I’d heard her first three albums, I’d listened to every word and marvelled at every elegant, shapely melodic line. I commissioned Harriet to write some short film reviews for the magazine I was employed by, to tie in with her surprise appearance at a musical festival in Somerset. I went to the show (as brilliant as I’d anticipated) but had to leave as soon as the last note was played; I was moving from Fitzrovia to Fulham (a terrible, terrible mistake that led to the most miserable stage of my life). In 2002 we would eventually meet in Los Angeles, sharing a stage both that year and the following one. At the time, I was trying to be a performing songwriter, getting paid gigs around London but finding very little traction.

By now, Harriet had become a teacher and her home in the Wilshire District of L.A. was the musical version of a literary salon. Initially, she’d been reluctant to teach something that she felt had to be innate. After all, you cannot teach talent. “I had a friend who is now quite well known as a classical composer—Morton (Skip) Lauridsen. He asked me to teach song-writing at USC. There was no department of song-writing at that time. I answered by telling him it couldn’t be taught. The next year he asked me again. I decided I wanted to see if maybe it could be taught. So I devised a step-by-step method of tricking the USC students into doing what I did naturally. In other words, I felt like a potter who had been throwing pots for a long time. I no longer thought where to put my thumb or how to set the clay on the wheel. I just thought of a pot and threw it. But these students needed a method to get something out of them that was what they really wanted to write about. And song-writing was a language they didn’t speak fluently yet. So I had to get them speaking English and keep them communicating until suddenly they had a song, without falling off into “song-writing”—that foreign language they didn’t yet speak well. I taught there for a few years but I found that these kids were not motivated the way an actual songwriter might be, so I stopped. I taught for the Songwriters Guild of America for quite a number of years. I honed my steps and made them work better and better. Now I teach privately, over the Internet and in classes here in L.A. It’s really fun. My students study with me time after time until they become very good friends.” Anyone interested in adopting some of Harriet’s techniques but unable to commit to actual lessons can pick up Becoming Remarkable, a print anthology of Harriet’s song-writing articles.

In recent years, Harriet’s career has continued to diverge. With Geoff Levin, she composed the theme song for Jakers! The Adventures of Piggley Winks, the animated children’s TV show with voice acting by Mel Brooks which enjoyed worldwide syndication. “It feels great to meet children who can sing my Jakers theme song by heart or young adults who can sing the Pippi Longstocking songs because they grew up on them. I also have a song from a Little Mermaid album that’s a children’s favorite and Misha and I wrote the songs for the animated Secret Garden. I really enjoy the children’s market because it’s less strict in subject matter. I mean you can use your imagination and let it go wild. I think one of my favourite projects was writing a song for Disney’s Sing me a Story with Belle. I wrote to an old re-cut cartoon of Mickey Mouse, Pluto and Donald Duck ghost-busting. The film Ghost Busters had to have been inspired by that old cartoon. They even said “I ain’t scared of no ghost”! I also love to write for regular films and television. It’s just that kids remember every word and note of what you write and it’s so rewarding when they come up to you and sing it. I find writing for the theatre similar in that you don’t have to dumb down. Oddly, writing for children and for the theatre, you can be intelligent because in theatre, people are listening and children hear songs hundreds of times. You can also be melodic. So you don’t have to have some mindless phrase both lyrically and musically repeating over and over for a listener who is actually doing four other things while your song is playing.”

Next, Harriet forged a successful alliance with London-born director and playwright Henry Jaglom. She composed the music for Going Shopping (2005), Hollywood Dreams (2006), and Irene in Time (2009). “I met Henry Jaglom around 2005. He was speaking at an event and he found out I was a songwriter in his audience. He said, “I just make movies because I can’t write songs” and I thought to myself “I just write songs because I can’t make movies” and at that moment I knew I would work with him. He had me submit a song called ‘Going Shopping’ for his film of the same name. I submitted lots of versions. Finally there was one version of the song that his son, Simon, said he thought was good – he couldn’t get it out of his mind. So Henry sent me into the studio to record it and asked me if I would also record some cues he could use. That started a long-term collaboration. I provided the theme song at the beginning and end of that film along with cues that were used under fifty per cent of the entire film. Then later, I provided some music for Hollywood Dreams. Then his star, Tanna Frederick, wanted to do a concert with me. She had sung some of my songs when she was briefly cast in a play Karen Black wrote around six of my songs – Missouri Waltz. Tanna’s schedule wouldn’t allow her to continue in the play but she liked my songs. So I put a concert together with Tanna. She and I both sang my songs with my band backing us. Henry Jaglom came to the show and decided that night to use my band in his next movie, Irene In Time, on camera. It featured my band and four of my songs but the song that’s played in it over and over is ‘Dancing with My Father’ which I wrote with Ron Troutman. Henry called me recently and held the phone up to his car radio. Apparently my record of ‘Dancing with My Father’ was getting played on the Sinatra channel of Sirius radio. After Irene in Time, Henry cast me in a play he had written. I played one of the ensemble starring roles in Just 45 Minutes from Broadway (2012). I was also in the film of the same name that was released last October. It has now been sold to In Demand so it’ll be seen much more broadly than just major cities. It’s already led to other acting roles for me. That’s a lot of fun.”

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Harriet with the late Karen Black, one of the vast number of performers who have interpreted her songs and which includes Smokey Robinson, Nancy Wilson, Helen Reddy and Manfred Mann                                                    

Photo: Andrea Ross-Greene

In between all of that, Harriet found the time to release her sixth studio album, Breakdown On Memory Lane, in 2010. The title is clearly more than just a reference to the track of the same name; a concept is there for anyone who cares to perceive it. Harriet is embarking on journey, breaking down at ten different points along a road where she is confronted by (and comes to terms with) aspects of her past and present. She conducts a delicate post-mortem of her first marriage (‘When You Were Mine’), gets to grips with the vagaries of life as a performing songwriter (‘Sound Check Song’), admits to a longing that can never be sated (‘Searching For You’) and dispenses with an unsatisfying relationship (‘You Just Don’t Get Me, Do You?’) before embracing a new one (‘It Tears At Me’). It’s a stunning piece of work, with an unadulterated and unapologetic pop production that recalls the approach of her first two albums.

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One final point: developments occur so frequently and rapidly in Harriet’s career that by the time this article is published, it will require an extra paragraph with at least one more to follow with the passing of each month. Watch this space.

A bit slow on the uptake here, but I was in hospital after all. Shelagh McDonald, the singer/songwriter whose albums came out in the early 70s, then apparently vanished from the face of the earth for over thirty years. I wrote about her in 2005 and – not longer afterwards – she reappeared only to go under the radar again. Far from being dead, she’d dropped out after a traumatising experience with hallucinogens and latterly been living in a tent in the wilderness with her boyfriend. Now she is properly back, singing and playing in territories including London. Since my original article no longer appears on The Independent’s website, I have posted it here. Click here for Shelagh’s own website. And there’s also an in-depth 2012 interview with Shelagh here.

Meanwhile, here is my 2005 feature. Of course, I’d have written it differently today. Shelagh’s piano, guitar and song-writing approach share more with Joni Mitchell (Blue era) than Sandy Denny. And compositions such as ‘Ophelia’s Song’ are not comparable to either but demonstrate that Shelagh was forging her own style.

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Back in February, I published an interview with singer/songwriter Lori Lieberman which touched on ‘Killing Me Softly With His Song’ – a composition which Lori recorded prior to Roberta Flack. We also spoke about how the song came about and the fact that in recent years, the song’s composers, Charles Fox and Norman Gimbel, had gone into print to attest that Lori had had no involvement in its creation. Now, the acclaimed writer, Sean Derek, has shared her recollections concerning the true origins of ‘Killing Me Softly…’

Sean Derek writes:
“For quite some time I’ve tried to ignore this controversy, given my admiration for both sides and my preference to remain anonymous. However, I just can’t sit silent any longer knowing the truth about how it really happened.

I had the privilege to work for Charles Fox and Norman Gimbel in the 70’s. I can’t say I knew Charlie well, but I did become good friends with Norman.

Back in those days, while I was working for Fox-Gimbel Productions, Norman and Charlie eagerly promoted the fact that Killing Me Softly was inspired by Lori and the poem she wrote after seeing Don McLean perform live. Aside from it being absolutely true, it was great press for their song. At the time, no one doubted or questioned it, because if you listen to the lyrics, it is clearly from a woman’s point of view.

All of us that were there, now wonder why Norman and Charlie would suddenly change the story. Sadly, the only answer any of us can come up with: They are afraid that Lori has a legal claim as co-author, which would mean finally having to share a piece of an extremely lucrative pie.

I know Lori Lieberman; she doesn’t worship the almighty dollar as so many of us do. She genuinely loves creating music and has always been very proud to be the inspiration for what has become a timeless classic. She should be proud, without her there would be no Killing Me Softly.

Very sincerely, a firsthand witness,

Sean Derek”

I am searching for a lost album. I don’t mean ‘lost’ in the sense of being an undiscovered treasure (though it certainly is that), I mean it literally. The master tapes for Pamela Polland’s Have You Heard The One About The Gas Station Attendant? from 1973 have apparently vanished. Help me find them! Because they deserve finding. If ever there were an album jumping up and down and shouting, “I’m brilliant!”, it is this one. Its most plausible resting place is with Sony in America, but so far it hasn’t shown up even when searches have been requested. And the greatest pity is that this album begs to be found. Not only is it one of the best albums I’ve ever heard, but I’m in no doubt that others would like it too. It’s by afore-mentioned singer/songwriter Pamela Polland (musos will know who Pamela is, the rest will catch on in time) and was recorded for Columbia Records in the early 1970s. It features an all-star studio cast, including Elton John’s band and producer, as well as backing vocals from Joan Armatrading and an appearance by Taj Mahal. Pamela’s songwriting throughout is visionary and expansive. It has to be heard to be believed.

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Artwork for Pamela Polland’s second album
Photo: Michael Ross

Let’s go back a bit. Let me introduce you to Pamela, in case you don’t know who she is. Pamela is one of my dearest friends. Since 1998, she has been with me through every pratfall and resurgence. There is nothing about my life I don’t disclose to her and, possibly, vice versa. Rarely have I met someone who exudes such magic and whose personality is so much like a fresh, dripping slice of sunshine. It’s a friendship that I do my best to cherish. Pamela and I became pals simply because I found her 1972 album in a Notting Hill record shop many years ago, and dropped her a line to say that I liked it. Bit by bit our correspondence became more personal until we’d established a certifiable friendship that only grows.

Pamela’s place in music history cannot be overstated. She’s a genuine Los Angelina. Her career began with early live performances with Ry Cooder when she was in her teens and blossomed to the extent that a few years later, she made her first album as part of the duo Gentle Soul (Epic Records). Pamela went on to join Joe Cocker’s Mad Dogs and Englishmen Tour and then forged an intermittent solo career. There is almost no one she hasn’t worked with and she is held dear by all those fortunate enough to cross her path. And we are fortunate. I cannot imagine a life without Pamela. In 2003, I had the pleasure of sitting at my upright piano and singing directly to her one of the songs from her first solo album in the intimate setting of my living room.

So, back to the lost masterpiece…following the release of her first album for Columbia Records, Pamela found herself in an enviable position for a recording artist. Clive Davis (a name now forever associated with Whitney Houston) told her to come up with a list of her favourite producers. The first album, on which Pamela accompanied herself on piano and guitar, had been a solid effort, but with sales of around 25,000, it had not been enough of a success to make her a name in the living rooms of America. This time, things would be different. Pamela was ready to make a statement as profound and personal as Laura Nyro’s New York Tendaberry or Joni Mitchell’s Blue.

“Paul Simon was top of my list. He told Clive he’d love to produce me but he also said he took at least a year to produce an album and he wasn’t immediately available. Clive didn’t want to wait. Norbert Putman was on my list, but Gus Dudgeon was higher up and when he said, ‘yes’, we were thrilled.” Pamela chose Dudgeon because of his work with Elton John and Joan Armatrading. “He showed an amazing breadth of style and creativity”.

Pamela was swiftly dispatched to London, recording at Trident Studios in Soho while living in Covent Garden. As a native Londoner, I’m fascinated by the way areas change. Today, Covent Garden is a garish extension of Leicester Square and most of the people who live there are not native central Londoners or creatives. I avoid it at every opportunity. In all likelihood its residents are a mix of money-loving people from the counties trying to be urbane and obscenely wealthy Europeans, working in oil or banking. Pamela – a transplant from Los Angeles – is more a Londoner than they’ll ever be. Back then, the area was still real. “It was the ‘vegetable’ district,” says Pamela. “Lorries came through every morning at around 5.30 a.m. Lots of artists lived there because it was cheap and centrally located. I never had to go far to get anywhere I might have wanted to go. My memories of it are very happy ones. I had a boyfriend, I loved Indian food which was inexpensive and plentiful, I was working on my music all the time…it was an artist’s dream come true”.

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Pamela and her producer Gus Dudgron
Photo: Michel Ross

Recording her second solo album was an experience of unadulterated joy for Pamela. “Gus was wonderful. So funny, intelligent, generous and a true lover of music. He had a great sense of humour and an amazing ability to inspire.” And, as a consequence of sharing the same producer, Pamela met Elton John and found him to be a charming and kind figure totally removed from the frowning, petulant curmudgeon constantly lampooned by the tabloids. “I got to go to his house a couple of times. He was incredibly gracious and ‘real’. He was actually very kind to me for a few years after I left London, letting me in backstage when heʻd play the Bay Area arenas. One of my fave memories of Elton is when he gave Gus a Rolls Royce for Gusʻs birthday. How many people would be so generous?”.

But what we haven’t touched on yet is how it was Pamela’s songwriting that elevated the album to an inspired level. Something had given her a shot in the arm and Have You Heard The One About The Gas Station Attendant? was an incredible step forward. Whereas the previous year’s eponymous album was lovely – a sort of Carole King/Laura Nyro-ish confection – this new album was pure Pamela. No longer did she sound like anyone else. No more a follower; now she was all leader. It begins with ‘The Refuge’ – an uptempo pop song about Mexico, with wonderful backing vocals. Things only get better from this point. From the intimate reflection of ‘You Stand By Me’ to the exquisitely cosmic closer, ‘The Clearing’, in which Pamela finds herself at the fount of all wisdom and in possession of the meaning of life, there is not a single misstep.

Pamela is not modest about the album. And why should she be? “Those recordings, which are now 40 years old, still hold up today as beautifully well-produced songs. At the time, I felt I was in the hands of a true master and, to this day, I’m proud of the work we created.”

She remains in awe of the skilled musicians who accompanied her. “Good natured blokes,” she says, “professional, skilled, talented. The one we used the most was Ray Cooper, Eltonʻs brilliant percussionist. He would literally invent instruments, like the water gong he used on The Clearing. We all used to sit in the booth and gawk at his brilliance”.

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Pamela relaxes in Hyde Park in between recording sessions
Photo: Michael Ross

Arrangements for the album were by Paul Buckmaster. Pretty much any time you see an album with his name on, you know you’re going to hear beautiful orchestral work. And then, on Wild Roses, comes a choir of Joan Armatradings. “Joan was a quiet women, hard to get close to, but fun to sing with. It was like we were from two different planets, but it was an honour to have her appear as a cameo artist on my album. Iʻve always admired her unrelenting uniqueness”.

Then the problems began. After a bit more recording was undertaken in America, then a bit more in London, the album was complete. “Three songs had extra recording work done in America. Gus had always wanted to work with renowned session players Leland Sklar and Russ Kunkel. I was also able to bring Taj Mahal in for a track since we were friends. We worked at Columbia studios there for a couple of weeks. After delivering the masters to CBS in New York, we started working on the album art. I was told it would take about a month, but three months later it was still on the production line. We had all the elements. Gorgeous photographs, graphic art, lyrics, credits – everything was laid out and ready to be produced. Clive was hesitating because he didnʻt think I had a “single”. He wanted me to go back and record one more song, but thatʻs when CBS fired him.

“The whole company went into a complete state of chaos. The things Clive was accused of were activities that all record company execs participated in. No one felt safe, and all unreleased productions came to a screeching halt. It was an awful time. The twelve vice presidents at Columbia were all trying to figure out if they were going to be next in line to be promoted or fired. Everyone was so paranoid, not just at Columbia, but at all the labels. It was a huge game changer for the industry. No one at Columbia wanted to stand up for me, because I had been so closely associated with Clive. So they took my album off the release line and simply waited for my contract to run out, and then they didnʻt renew my contract. It was quite a let down after the happy year I had spent in London.”

The masters are supposed to be in New York or LA. When Sony Japan started to reissue Pamela’s work a few years ago, they launched an investigation and were told that the album could not be located. Pamela’s bold and naturally uplifted spirit has helped her come to terms with the loss. By the mid-seventies, she had reinvented herself as Melba Rounds, a bawdy madam with a knack for sexy, between-song banter and a fondness for performing jazz and blues. But getting over the unreleased album was not easy or overnight. “It was a slow process. At first, I just assumed the album would be released once Columbia got back on its feet after Clive’s demise. I waited around for almost a year before they dumped me. When they didn’t renew my contract, my manager and I just assumed weʻd get another label to pick it up. That was a common occurrence in those days. Label hopping. My manager shopped me and that album for three years. We started with the big labels and slowly worked our way down to the dinkiest of labels. But no one would touch me after Iʻd a) been dumped by Columbia and b) been so closely associated with Clive. It was as if I’d been black listed. It never occurred to us in a million years that I wouldn’t be picked up by another label or that my album would never be released. After three years of knocking on every door in the business and being turned away, my manager resigned from exhaustion, and I was left without representation. Always resilient, I simply kept singing and writing and performing, but the loss, shock and disappointment came upon me like a slow boil. In a way, I still canʻt believe it forty years later”.

The later chapters of Pamela’s career are indeed testament to her resilience. Her fictitious character, Melba, went down incredibly well in San Francisco in the seventies. Then she explored teaching – both songwriting instruction and vocal coaching. When opportunity allowed, she made further albums, the latest of which is Hawaiianized – a covers album on which famous hits are rearranged with ukelele-based accompaniment. Lest anyone fear, Pamela is no gimmicky dilettante. She’s been studying Hawaiian culture and music since she first moved to Maui in the 1990s.

Pamela will always cherish her memories of working at Trident. It’s no longer in existence, but its reputation is legendary. David Bowie, Tony Visconti and Marc Bolan, among many others, found their feet at the studio. Pamela explains, “Trident was a state-of-the-art studio at the time. Because we were working analog, mixing was challenging and sometimes weʻd be in there for 15-24 hours at a crack, working non-stop to get a mix right. In those days, you couldn’t save your work and come back the next day and pick up where you left off. You had to get it right in or start over from scratch, so it was the standard to just stay with a mix until you were happy with it no matter how long that took.”

She laughs to recall some of the old recording methods. “One of the engineers at Trident, I think his name was David Briggs, was a Moog specialist and created some great patterns for The Clearing. In this day and age, you just punch up Garage Band, or any number of
professional sequencers, and you have thousands of loops, patterns and sounds to create from and with. David worked for hours and hours dialling in one sequencible pattern on the Moog. My, how times have changed!”.

Pamela Polland’s Have You Heard The One About The Gas Station Attendant? should be right up there. Every time a documentary heralding brilliant 1970s singer/songwriter albums is aired, it is missing and unmentioned. I am in the lucky group of friends and fans who have heard it. “I worked with my dream producer and arranger in a dream studio for a year. I was very happy with the arrangements and production values and my own performances. I felt that Gus really did pull the best out of me that I could give at that phase of my life. There are no words to describe how disappointing it was to never be able to share the work we did with the rest of the world”.

If you go onto iTunes or any other digital retailer, you can find Pamela’s first album, which was simply entitled Pamela Polland. It is excellent but it is not the masterpiece. Get it anyway. And dip into further Pamela albums, such as Heart of the World and Hawaiianized. For the missing album, the work that makes Pamela every bit the equal of Laura Nyro, Bob Dylan, Janis Ian and Joni Mitchell (seriously, why aren’t we hearing from contemporary versions of these stars? Where are they?), you need to make contact with Pamela.

“I have, in my possession, a half track tape of the final mixes. I had it transferred to DAT about 15 years ago, because I knew the tape would deteriorate. My lawyer tells me that if Sony canʻt produce the masters, they wouldn’t be able to take me to court if I decided to release the album, but at this point, Iʻm not sure who would care. Itʻs hard to get anyone to purchase new music these days, so Iʻm not sure who would want to buy an album thatʻs forty years old. I have the music available for listening on my website. Itʻs slightly “hidden”, but anyone who really wanted to hear the project could find it with a little searching around my site.” With typical charm, Pamela ends our conversation by saying, “Thank you for the opportunity to tell this strange tale.” I can’t help thinking it should be the other way around. It is Pamela, through her mystical and earthy songwriting, who has told my tale. That’s how I feel when I listen to her music. Pamela sent me a CD of her lost album in 1998 and now I can’t get any of its songs out of my head. They need to be heard. And now. I did some investigating of my own. I contacted the Gus Dudgeon estate. Nothing turned up. I contacted Sony/BMG UK. The people were very pleasant but could not help. The next step for me is to contact Sony/BMG USA. We’ll see. I’m just glad to have written about the album. To me and others fortunate enough to be in our band, Pamela is one of life’s stars. From the maximum kilowatt eyes to the lovely singing voice that needs no pitch-correcting software, she is everything a singer/songwriter should be.

While Roberta Flack collected three Grammys in 1973 for ‘Killing Me Softly With His Song’ (Record of the Year, Best Pop Vocal Performance, and Song of the Year), a pretty, blonde Californian twenty-one-year-old was also in attendance, watching the ceremony unfold with decidedly mixed feelings. At one point, Flack waved across the room at the slender, slightly forlorn figure of the young girl, who did her very best to look cheerful and pleased for Flack’s success. Today, look at the composer credits for the enduring hit, and you’ll see the names Gimbel and Fox. But the song wouldn’t exist without the input of singer/songwriter Lori Lieberman, who not only provided its genesis, but also recorded it first, in 1972, on her debut album for Capitol Records.

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Lieberman, who is about to return to England for her first performances since an early-seventies appearance on The Old Grey Whistle Test, has had a long-lasting, bittersweet relationship with the song that slipped out of her grasp and became the career-defining hit for another performer. After a childhood split between Los Angeles and Geneva, she was signed to Capitol at the age of 19. “A girlfriend and I had been writing songs, and I performed in small clubs and at political rallies, while working for George McGovern’s campaign offices,” says the 61-year-old, who still radiates an unaffected, youthful girlishness, despite having swapped her long, golden mane for a neat bob. “One day, I came home to find a message from Norman Gimbel who had got my number from a mutual friend.” Gimbel was, at this point, already a name, having written the lyrics to ‘Girl From Ipanema’. “We met and he introduced me to his partner, Charles Fox. They were looking for a singer they could write for, manage, produce and publish, and they signed me.” A four-song demo led to the deal with Capitol.

Over the course of four albums, Gimbel and Fox wrote scores of songs from the narrative viewpoint of a young woman. For most of the material, lyricist Gimbel used Lieberman’s diaries, poems and recollections, writing material about growing up in Switzerland, overcoming adolescent alienation, first loves and youthful break-ups. The songs were invariably pretty fusions of folk, pop and jazz; orchestrated ballads with long melodic lines that suited Lieberman’s expressive, semi-classical approach to singing. She shared the qualities of Judy Collins’s voice, but with a more pronounced sensuality and a unique ability to convey yearning and sorrow. From the very first album in 1972, Lieberman felt overawed by her circumstances. “I was a very shy and protected young girl from Switzerland. Being part of the machinery was both exciting and daunting. My family was in the throes of divorce and chaos and suddenly I was a product. There were amazing opportunities – billboards, articles, press parties, schedules – but also a feeling of being swept along, viewed and categorised as ‘long haired singer with guitar’.

During the making of her first album, Lieberman attended a Don McLean concert at the Troubadour. “When he sang ‘Empty Chairs’, I felt exposed – as though he were singing about me and my life. It felt as though he was singing straight to me.” Unknowingly, Lieberman was about to create music history. “As the audience filtered out of the club, I wrote a poem on a napkin. Later that evening, I called Norman Gimbel, who’d come up with the title ‘Killing Me Softly With His Blues’, taken from a book. I told him about the experience I’d had. I read the poem to him and over the next few days he asked me where I’d been sitting, what I’d been feeling. The lyric was born. Together, we went to Charles Fox’s home and worked on the song. At one point, we toyed with the idea of inserting another song in the middle, sort of like ‘MacArthur Park’. I lobbied to take it out, the melody was altered to suit my range, and the song was complete”. But not before ‘with his blues’ had been supplanted by the elegant and more universal, ‘with his song’.

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The album came out to positive notices, the machinery stepped up several gears, and the single started to make a dent in radio. But the prominence of Lieberman’s debut single was to be its undoing. It caught the ear of Roberta Flack when it was featured as in-flight entertainment, and she swiftly recorded her own version. With a more lavish pop arrangement and robust production by Joel Dorn, Flack’s version placed far more emphasis on the chorus, opening with it and then repeating it to an eventual ad-libbed fade out. The improvisational-sounding ‘La-la-la-las’, so memorable in Flack’s recording, had not been part of Lieberman’s understated, gentle interpretation. Lieberman recalls the first time she heard the rival disc. “I felt completely disconnected from it. In fact, I had such a lousy idea of what would or wouldn’t sell that I thought it would come and go. Today, I can hear the wonderfulness of her recording but at the time I thought it had lost some of its honesty and purity. Now I hear her inventiveness – she really expanded it in a way I would never have thought of. But it bugged me that some of the lyrics were changed.” Lieberman says that success of the song, in its Flack incarnation, did cause her some sadness but that this was something she only admitted to herself, twenty years later, on a therapist’s couch.

Lieberman made two more albums for Capitol, Becoming (1973) and A Piece Of Time (1974) both of them helmed by Gimbel, by now her boyfriend, and Fox. “One day, the head of A&R, Al Khoury, pulled the three of us aside and told us very candidly that he believed in me as a singer, and would pay to have any other producer come on board. While Fox-Gimbel and I could continue to write the songs, the production wasn’t to his satisfaction. I felt so loyal to Gimbel and Fox. I quickly answered, ‘No, we’re together on this, and thank you very much but we’ll stay the way we are’.” Lieberman adds ruefully, “It was perhaps the defining moment of my career and it cost me the Capitol deal.”

Lieberman’s fourth album, Straw Colored Girl, appeared on EMI and was only significantly distributed in the Netherlands, where she’d built a following. It was the final Gimbel-Fox production before matters deteriorated. Her romantic relationship with Norman Gimbel came to a bad end and Lieberman fled her contract. Shortly thereafter she was sued by Gimbel and Fox for leaving the agreement prematurely. The years that followed were not happy ones. “No record company would touch me with legal troubles at my heels”.

In 1978, she got another shot at the big time, with an album almost entirely self-composed and loosely conceptual. On Letting Go, which appeared on Millennium (a division of the disco powerhouse, Casablanca), almost every song was an unflinching, romantic post-mortem. Rarely has a breaking heart been so painstakingly documented. Lieberman had found her own voice. “It was the first time I was looked at as a writer. Jimmy Ienner, the head of Millennium, believed in me. He said, ‘You can do this, you can write your own songs and say what you need to say’. It was liberating, moving and pivotal in my life. He provided me with a springboard and once I began to write…well, I’ve never stopped’.

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The times, however, were not in sync with her. “The music business was changing from singer-songwriter to disco. Donna Summer gave way to Quarterflash and Mr. Mister and my musical identity was truly tested. One awful meeting led to another until the day I walked into a publisher’s office,” says Lieberman, recalling the moment she called it quits. “I had never met him before and he was on the phone when I walked in. He put his hand up as if to say ‘hold on’, and then kept talking about his dinner plans. I looked at my watch and gave him five minutes. Then I got up, with him still on the phone, and walked out and got in my car. I remember thinking, ‘I’m done’. And I was.” With a mischievous laugh, she adds, “The same publisher is now a realtor and has friend-requested me on Facebook. Ha! I think I’ll keep him waiting before I confirm or ignore!”

Lieberman dabbled in television work, penning songs for the spin-off TV series Fame in the early 1980s, before retreating to her personal life in Malibu. “I was married and lucky enough to begin a new chapter – raising three children, tending to horses and dogs. For the first time, my life had true value”.

According to some accounts, Lieberman’s first career in music had left such a nasty taste in her mouth that, for a time, she couldn’t face attending concerts. But a chance encounter with a neighbour was to change all that. In the early nineties, Joseph Cali – who had played Joey in Saturday Night Fever – met Lieberman and remembered who she’d once been. He coaxed her out of anonymity and in 1995 her first album in 17 years, A Thousand Dreams came out on the independent Pope label. It featured a new recording of ‘Killing Me Softly…’ and, in an extraordinary echo of the past, one year later The Fugees had an enormous hit with their bracing reinterpretation, while Lieberman’s slipped under the radar, embraced only by her cult following. Nevertheless, success of a kind ensued. A Thousand Dreams and its follow-up were recorded live and marketed to the audiophile community. Lieberman found herself shifting a healthy 20,000 copies per album and being hailed as a ‘sales champ’ by Gene Pope, the label’s founder. Joseph Cali became Lieberman’s third husband and when the Pope label folded, he helped her to release further albums on her own label, Drive On Records.

By 2009, thanks to her enduring reputation in the Netherlands, she became a major label artist for the first time since 1975. Takes Courage (2010) and Bend Like Steel (2011) came out in Europe on the V2 Benelux label, part of Universal. Her forthcoming album, Bricks Against The Glass will be released by Drive On Records in America and on Universal in Europe. Lieberman explains, “I had toured in the Netherlands a fair amount during my Capitol days, and had a lovely fan base. But I thought I’d been long forgotten. When I began to record again, they came out of the woodwork to find me. It was incredible – I’d see them at concerts, communicate with them…they were still there for me, cheering me on”. She is visibly moved at the memory.

But as her profile has grown, with the funding and support of a major, the past has come back to bite Lieberman. Two years ago, rumours began to spread online, indicating that Lieberman had had no involvement in the creation of ‘Killing Me Softly With His Song’. It turned out that they were being circulated by Gimbel and Fox, and they rapidly proliferated from site to site. The composers claimed that they had written the song with no input from Lieberman and that her contribution went no further than singing. “It was very painful,” she says. “I have never claimed to have written the song, but they were now saying that my involvement in it was just an urban myth”.

At first, Lieberman struggled as Gimbel and Fox continued to erase her from the song’s backstory. But then, articles and interviews from the archives came to her rescue. In one feature, which appeared in The Daily News on April 5, 1973, Norman Gimbel was quoted as saying, “She [Lori Lieberman] told us about this strong experience she had listening to McLean…I had a notion this might make a good song so the three of us discussed it. We talked it over several times, just as we did for the rest of the numbers we wrote for this album and we all felt it had possibilities”. And in recently recovered TV footage from the early seventies, a nineteen-year-old Lieberman talks about going to the club and writing the poem before relaying her experience to Gimbel (the composers were backstage in the green room at the time).

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Despite the vindication, Lieberman spent some time reeling. “Forty years later, they decided to change the story. They say they wrote the song, played it for me, and I related to it. But anyone who was there – my dear friend and writer, Michele Willens, who took me to see Don McLean, Don himself, all the press, all the TV shows, and concerts – everyone can attest to it. It makes no sense”. Looking back, Lieberman can recall early warnings of this revisionism. “Gimbel said to me years ago that he didn’t know what it was about that Don McLean concert that had moved him so much – but he wasn’t even there!”

What hurts her the most is the lingering suggestion that she is dishonest as well as the attempt to airbrush her from the picture. “I did not ask for credit, for money. I even forgave them for the lawsuit and named my youngest son, William Charles, after Charles Fox. In a single act of kindness and validation, Don McLean introduced me from the stage last year when he invited me to his concert. He told the story of the song. And he sang ‘Empty Chairs’ to me once again. He invited me to appear in his documentary, American Troubadour, wherein I read my poem from long ago, and it meant the world to me”.

Attempting to put the episode to bed, Lieberman composed a song ‘Cup of Girl’ which appeared on her last album. Though the lyric is coded, it recalls her years at Capitol Records and portrays Gimbel as a shadowy, Svengali-esque figure, intent on exploiting and corrupting the young singer. Using the third person, Lieberman sings, “take her little shirt off…scrape away integrity, meddle with her sanity…rifle through her diary, write some words about her family…you broke this cup of girl, but greed just makes you fatter”.

“It was a difficult period in my life. My relationship with Gimbel was dramatic, consuming and out of control. I was physically fragile, constantly sick – now it makes perfect sense. I had very little sense of my own boundaries – or anyone else’s for that matter. I made some awful choices based on fear, intimidation, naivety, and inexperience. ‘Cup of Girl’ is the most revealing song I’ve ever written.”

Some of the anguish has been allayed by the unexpected momentum of her second recording career. “The truth is out there,” she says. “I don’t read what they [Gimbel/Fox] say anymore. I don’t pay attention to the darkness of whatever Gimbel feels he needs to say. It just doesn’t matter anymore. To me, it’s over. I take responsibility for my own choices. It’s all I can do, and my life is filled with great things”.

While she can relax about her forthcoming dates in the Netherlands, where she commands concert hall audiences, she is more nervous about her two UK dates, one in London, the other in Basingstoke. “I’m excited to return. I remember being on TV with Russ Ballard. It was hosted by Bob Harris. It will be cool to relate to an audience I haven’t seen in years.”

As the survivor of a contract that often left her feeling bewildered, overwhelmed and exploited, Lieberman has advice for anyone setting out on a similar path. “I’m a living cautionary tale! I would advise a good lawyer, a strong belief in oneself (good luck with that). Listen to your gut. If it doesn’t feel right, examine it and don’t say ‘yes’ too quickly. Don’t sign on a dotted line without guidance. Say, ‘Let me get back to you once I’ve thought about it’. Impulsive acts can be the pivotal moments of a lifetime”.

Lieberman is putting the finishing touches to her new album and taking stock of her unusual place in music history – not a household name, but well-respected and successful enough to keep going. “Here I am, forty years on, still able to sing and write. While I was recording, a photo of Joni Mitchell stared at me from my wall. I looked into that photo last night and thought, ‘Thank you, Joni, for helping me to find my way’. It’s such a blessed gift that there are people still listening”.

The title of the new album – Bricks Against The Glass – suggests riot, protest, civil unrest. But Lieberman reveals that hers are riots of an internal nature. “I’ve put all my pieces on a tray like a neatly fit puzzle, tossed them in the air and rearranged them. That’s what this album is all about”.

Many artists are persistently stalked by one element of their past. Carly Simon will always be asked about ‘You’re So Vain’. Carole King will continue to be followed around by the shadow of Tapestry, no matter the merits of her other albums. And Lieberman will always be pursued by ‘Killing Me Softly’. She has long since made peace with the song that encapsulates the successes and failures, the near misses and the triumphs that she has experienced. “I truly did not have any idea that the song would endure the way it has. There were actually other tracks on my first album that I liked more. Just shows you what I know! But today I love the song. And I have great compassion for the girl I was then and the woman I am today. It is the greatest gift in the world to have been part of ‘Killing Me Softly’, even with its challenges. It continues to test me and for that I’m most grateful”.

Lori Lieberman is performing on 28th February at The Green Note, London and on 1st March at The Forge, Basingstoke. Tickets available at www.lorilieberman.com

May 2013 Postscript:

The acclaimed writer, Sean Derek, has shared her recollections concerning the true origins of ‘Killing Me Softly…’

Sean Derek writes:
“For quite some time I’ve tried to ignore this controversy, given my admiration for both sides and my preference to remain anonymous. However, I just can’t sit silent any longer knowing the truth about how it really happened.

I had the privilege to work for Charles Fox and Norman Gimbel in the 70’s. I can’t say I knew Charlie well, but I did become good friends with Norman.

Back in those days, while I was working for Fox-Gimbel Productions, Norman and Charlie eagerly promoted the fact that Killing Me Softly was inspired by Lori and the poem she wrote after seeing Don McLean perform live. Aside from it being absolutely true, it was great press for their song. At the time, no one doubted or questioned it, because if you listen to the lyrics, it is clearly from a woman’s point of view.

All of us that were there, now wonder why Norman and Charlie would suddenly change the story. Sadly, the only answer any of us can come up with: They are afraid that Lori has a legal claim as co-author, which would mean finally having to share a piece of an extremely lucrative pie.

I know Lori Lieberman; she doesn’t worship the almighty dollar as so many of us do. She genuinely loves creating music and has always been very proud to be the inspiration for what has become a timeless classic. She should be proud, without her there would be no Killing Me Softly.

Very sincerely, a firsthand witness,

Sean Derek”

For many, many months I’ve been meaning to write about Harriet Schock and her most recent album. A quick preamble: I first spotted Harriet’s name on an album by a vocalist of whom I’m not particularly fond. I find said vocalist’s singing style quite mannered, unsubtle and Vegas-y. I cannot, however, fault her song selection which has led me to discover brilliant writer-musicians including Pamela Polland, Marie Cain, Holly Near and…Harriet Schock. Back in 1998, I spotted Harriet’s early work in a second-hand outlet in Notting Hill (she recorded three albums in the 1970s for 20th Century records) and fell permanently for this piano-playing singer/songwriter with an intellectual twist. I’m not alone – her songs have been interpreted by Smokey Robinson, Roberta Flack, the late Syreeta, and Helen Reddy. I have long regarded Harriet and her work as  amusing, engaging, highly talented and charmingly enigmatic.

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Breakdown on Memory Lane (wish I’d thought of that title) is everything that Harriet’s discerning followers, myself included, have come to expect from her. The songs and performances are as witty as they are elegant and leave one thinking, ‘I wish I were having dinner in a restaurant with this woman’ (and, in fact, I did do so in 2002). The predecessor to this album, 1999’s Rosebud, found Harriet writing songs based on classic 20th century cinema as well as scenes from her own life, merging them seamlessly into a thematic whole. The music was best described as an unusual kind of chamber-pop with occasional elements of country and folk. It was produced by the legendary Nik Venet, who oversaw much of the output of the recently deceased Dory Previn. Breakdown on Memory Lane is more conspicuously produced – it’s very much a pop record and its sonic glossiness brings to mind Harriet’s early work. It’s great to hear her sounding commercial without being commercially compromised.

As with Rosebud, the name of the album is not merely a reflection of the title track but serves to capture the qualities of the whole collection. On “When You Were Mine” Harriet sings about a platonic rapprochement with her ex-husband. “Don’t Say” is written from the viewpoint of a fan who can’t bear to think that the object of her affection is gay and urges him vehemently to stay in the closet so that she can continue to fantasise unhindered. The amusing “Sound Check Song” is required listening for anyone who has ever endured the experience of singing live publically.

Every Harriet Schock album has at least one out-and-out show-stopper. It’s the moment when you stop what you’re doing and succumb to an overpowering kind of musical vortex. “It Tears At Me” is possibly the only pop song to feature the noun ‘abstention’ as well as being an absolute humdinger of a ballad. It’s very beautifully constructed, deftly avoiding the soap-operatic melodrama of standard power ballads. I particularly love the sense of tension and resolution that it achieves through its use of ‘fourths’ in both the piano accompaniment and the vocal harmonising in the refrain.

I have always admired Harriet’s ability to write songs anchored in real life. The kind of love songs that I liked in pre-adolescence – Diane Warren ballads, for example – I grew quickly disenchanted with upon realising that they had nothing to do with real relationships or genuine experience or artistic self-disclosure. Harriet, on the other hand, is a songwriter with an unflinching commitment to reality and an ability to find the magical and dramatic moments that help us transcend its confines.

You can hear Breakdown on Memory Lane here, and you can buy it here. It’s also available at Amazon and iTunes.