The Basement Vapes, Volume Eight: I Found A Love … And It’s Magnatone

When MAGNET’s Mitch Myers falls, he falls hard. Infatuation began with a Wilson Pickett song—then true vibrato took hold.

Have you found a love? Wilson Pickett did. The immortal soul shouter began his secular singing career with a gifted vocal group from Detroit called the Falcons. Originally their lead singer was Joe Stubbs, brother of Levi Stubbs of the Four Tops, but Pickett replaced Stubbs in 1960 when the Falcons still had other sharp young singers like Mack Rice and Eddie Floyd. 

In 1962, Pickett co-wrote and recorded the group’s hit “I Found A Love.” At the time, the Falcons were using a Dayton-based backing band called the Ohio Untouchables, who later morphed into famed funk group the Ohio Players. The Untouchables were on the same record label as the Falcons (Lu Pine) and were led by a flash guitarist named Robert Ward. 

It was Ward who played the bluesy guitar counterpoint on the Falcons’ “I Found A Love.” What made his guitar work so unique was the warbling sound he derived through a Magnatone amplifier. The amp was known for its vibrato-drenched, organ-like resonance, and that signature sound magically enhanced Ward’s simple guitar refrain. 

The Dickerson Musical Instrument Company started making guitars and amplifiers in 1937. A man named Art Duhamell bought the company, changing its name to Magna Electronics; its brand became Magnatone. In 1958, Magna introduced a unique vibrato design into its line of amps—the very sound that would help define “I Found A Love.” 

Engineer Don L. Bonham led the development of Magnatone’s vibrato circuitry, creating a sound that differed from the popular tremolo effect associated with competitors like Fender and Gibson. According to Magna, the company had “F.M. Vibrato,” that is, “frequency modulation vibrato.” Tremolo is achieved by volume going up and down, but Magna had patented a pitch-shifting vibrato with a circuit that canceled parts of the electrical signal instead of modulating the volume.   

Primal guitar slinger Bo Diddley used one early in his career—reveling in its “true vibrato sound.” The great Buddy Holly purchased one just six months before his untimely demise. After that, musicians like Ward and ’60s guitar hero Lonnie Mack carried on the Magnatone tradition. 

The original “I Found A Love” unveiled Pickett’s churchy shout, serving as a street-corner hybrid with the Falcons’ gospel-styled chorus and Ward’s six-string vibrato. Later cover versions featured a similar guitar part or substituted a horn arrangement, while some confident singers delivered the passionate vocal plea with no frills at all. 

Regional acts soon began recording “I Found A Love.” Fresh-faced pop singer and future bubblegum-star Tommy Roe was the first to follow in 1962, and minor soul singers like Maxine Davis and Joe Woods recorded the song in 1964 and 1965, respectively. Pickett reprised the tune in two parts in 1967—backed by the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section at FAME Studios in Alabama—but alas, no Magnatones were used in the making of his recordings.

Guitarist Mack tracked an instrumental version of Pickett’s tune using a Magnatone in 1968. No coincidence, as Mack came up professionally around Cincinnati and was already friendly with Ohio Untouchable Robert Ward. Indeed, it was only after hearing Ward’s watery vibrato that Mack got himself a Magnatone, and from then on, both guitarists were strongly identified with its mesmerizing sound. Mack’s guitar rendering of “I Found A Love” is considered a direct homage to Ohioan buddy Ward. 

There were other strong recordings of “I Found A Love,” even without the virtue of a Magnatone. In the ’70s, persuasive soul singers like Etta James and Percy Sledge made the song their own, and Detroit’s favorite son Mitch Ryder turned the voice/guitar counterpoint into a dynamic hard-rock/soul showcase. The original arrangement remained durable, and in 1987 swamp-guitar kingpin John Fogerty faithfully covered the song on the b-side of a German single. The CCR frontman sings it with great feeling, and his tremolo guitar sound (via Fender amplifiers) is somewhat akin to Magna’s thick vibrato.

There’s a sense that “I Found A Love” had an interdependent relationship with the Magnatone amplifier that spanned decades. Take Mack, who just a year after releasing his instrumental take, felt compelled to try it again in 1969. Mack was going through something of a career crisis and had embraced an Americana with more country/soul vocals and less guitar heroics. This time, he realizes the song’s full potential by singing and playing the counterpoint for all it was worth. Naturally, the patented Magnatone vibrato comes through loud and clear.

Mack kept on playing this tune over the years. It was integral to his stage act, and there’s a live recording from 1990 that makes it clear just how far he had come. Mack’s soulful singing is most assured, and the hotwired vibrato more electrifying than ever. By exaggerating the song’s vintage construct, his live interpretation becomes a concert tour de force, showcasing dramatic vocal/guitar skills and a heartfelt gospel-soul style.  

Clearly, “I Found A Love” has sustained some kind of symbiotic link with the Magnatone—a lifeline in which one entity helps to define and complete the other. It’s always a passionate rapport and just to bring things full circle, consider lost and forgotten guitarist Ward, who made a comeback in the early 1990s. Ward released a few solid blues albums on the Black Top label, including 1993’s Rhythm Of The People, which inevitably featured a reprised performance of “I Found A Love.” That’s 30 years on, replete with that old gospel feeling and, of course, his trademark Magnatone sound.      

Ward, the original conduit, died in 2008, and Lonnie Mack passed away in 2016. Magna Electronics went out of business in the 1970s but remained valued by a myriad of musician gear-heads. Neil Young has used its amp for ages, and famed guitarists like Ry Cooder and Jeff Beck have kept one in their arsenals as well. The Magnatone brand itself was revived in 2014. It’s a small boutique line of modernized amps, and no less than Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top endorsed the comeback, lauding the vintage vibrato circuitry still used today. Like so many others, Billy Gibbons found a love—and it’s Magnatone! 

The years roll on and so does the song. All told, there’s roughly 40 recorded versions of “I Found A Love”—and a lot of them are really good. In 2015, the late, great Gregg Allman sang the song onstage in Macon, Ga. Nearing the end of his life but still an amazing singer, Allman imbues the song with pathos that’s hard to match. The horn section sways, the backing vocals provide that gospel call-and-response, and a good old-fashioned Southern guitar sound fulfills its role as well can be expected without the luxury of a Magnatone.

The Basement Vapes, Volume Seven: By Popular Demand — Lou Reed’s Exquisite Jane

MAGNET’s Mitch Myers explains the confusing history behind “Sweet Jane,” Lou Reed’s often-covered, always-changing ode to rock ‘n’ roll

Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau (The exquisite corpse shall drink the new wine)

A century ago in Paris, several surrealists and other artists devised a parlor game of sorts. The group included André Breton, Yves Tanguy, Marcel Duchamp, Joan Miró and Man Ray. Their collaborative game was called Exquisite Corpse, where images (or words) were devised spontaneously, but assembled by certain rules. One popular method was for someone to draw on a section of a folded piece of paper and have the next participant complete an adjoining section without seeing what was drawn previously, except for the connecting ends. This sharing technique has had many variations over the years and still retains a sense of limitless possibilities. 

Image by Man Ray, Joan Miró, Yves Tanguy and Max Morise

Exquisite Corpse came to mind in 2013 when I was organizing an NPR segment on Lou Reed’s timeless composition “Sweet Jane.” The piece was coming along well until I learned that Billboard editor Joe Levy had just written that exact article. I was a bit bummed, Levy nailed it—tracing the song’s history and mentioning essential versions. Not eager to be deemed redundant, I abandoned the radio segment and tried to forget the idea. 

But still … “Sweet Jane.” The song, to use a 20th-century analogy, is the Cadillac of rock ‘n’ roll tunes. Take it for a spin—the drive is classy, reliable and a little bit pimped out. It’s well built, solid and propulsive—a smooth ride that handles like a dream. The song is actually timeless enough that I’m inspired to take another crack at it, because, like The Dude in The Big Lebowski says, “New shit has come to light.” Well, not brand spanking new, but let’s consider the trajectory of this beloved song one more time.

“Standin’ on the corner, suitcase in my hand”

Lou Reed recorded the earliest version of “Sweet Jane” in 1970 with the Velvet Underground for the band’s fourth and final LP, Loaded. That LP was the group’s swan song—as co-founder John Cale had already departed and Reed would quit the band before the new record was even released.

“Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest/And me, I’m in a rock ‘n’ roll band”

Recorded in Manhattan at Atlantic Studios, Loaded was a last-ditch effort by a great band that had always been willfully non-commercial. “Sweet Jane” was a deceptively straightforward tune with a rousing chorus, and the performance was edited heavily with top-40 radio in mind. Indeed, the song’s original bridge was completely deleted in post-production, but with the expanded editions of Loaded available in recent years, we can now consider the various edits and the power of the song’s initial incarnation. 

“Riding in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim/You know, those were different times/All the poets, they studied rules of verse/And those ladies they rolled their eyes”

After a floating, celestial guitar intro, the song draws us in with three chords and a bump while Reed’s roguish street poetry stands out as eternally romantic—young at heart but wise in time. It’s a buoyant ode that celebrates life, love and the pursuit of rock ‘n’ roll, with some third-person omniscience and a bit of cross-dressing domesticity thrown in for good measure. 

“Jack, he is a banker/And Jane, she is a clerk/And both of them save their monies/And when they come home from work”

The song was already part of the VU’s repertoire, and early versions are preserved on both Live At Max’s Kansas City and Velvet Underground Live, as well as several greatest-hits packages. On the anthology NYC Man: The Collection, Reed chose to excise the heavenly guitar intro from the Velvet’s original studio recording. Lord knows why.

“Sittin’ down by the fire, the radio does play/The classical music there, Jim/The March Of The Wooden Soldiers/All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say”

Besides the edits, there’s also the elusive question as to the actual number of chords Reed uses in the song. Is it three? Is it four? As Lou confides to Elvis Costello about the extra “secret chord” on 2010 cable program, Spectacle: Elvis Costello With…, it was really just the luck of the draw between Reed and fellow VU guitarist Sterling Morrison on the day of that 1970 recording session. So that’s how it goes. 

After Reed left the Velvet Underground for a solo career, he was eventually encouraged and endorsed by David Bowie, who produced his notorious Transformer LP in 1972. This was the album featuring Reed’s biggest hit, “Walk On The Wild Side,” and it helped spur the glam-filled androgyny of the decade ahead. Naturally, Reed went out on the road to capitalize on his newfound popularity, and he tried on some transgressive personas in the process. One infamous phase was showcased on 1974 live album Rock N Roll Animal. Boasting the double-barreled firepower of hard-rocking Michigan-based guitarists Steve Hunter and Dick Wagner, that particular tour provided a dumbed-down/amped-up Lou Reed show that even a Thin Lizzy fan could love. 

“Some people, they like to go out dancin’/And other peoples, they have to work/And there’s even some evil mothers/Well, they’re going to tell you that everything is just dirt”

There’s been much debate about this performance. It’s adored by some while dismissed by others. The band mixed showy dual-guitar leads with Reed’s pre-punk androgyny, helping induce a curious mainstream audience to walk on the wild side. For young listeners, it was their first exposure to “Sweet Jane,” and the dramatic live track developed an enduring life of its own. Ironically, the dreamy guitar intro of the Velvet’s version is transformed here into a lengthy, dynamic and regal prologue before the three basic chords come crashing in. Reportedly, Reed disliked the band’s hard-rock posturing and especially chafed at the attention being paid to his wicked lead guitarists. Whatever. 

Another seminal version appeared as the opening cut on Mott The Hoople’s 1972 LP, All The Young Dudes. It is also produced by Bowie, whose high esteem led Mott to perform this outstanding cover. Ian Hunter’s grand performance is part Bowie, part Lou, yet still totally original. Bowie also covered the song in concert, and there’s even an old demo with Bowie, Reed and Mott all playing the tune together. That said, I believe it’s my solemn responsibility to tell you that since Lou Reed is gone and David Bowie is gone, too, Ian Hunter officially owns this tune now. Hunter continues to perform “Sweet Jane” regularly, not only as an essential part of his Mott The Hoople revivals, but also as a centerpiece of his solo shows with the longstanding Rant Band.

“You know that women never really faint/And that villains always blink their eyes/And that children are the only ones who blush/And that life is just to die.”

Cruising ever onward, 1973 brought yet another version of “Sweet Jane,” this time by Michigan rock ‘n’ rollers Brownsville Station, appearing on the band’s Yeah! album alongside novelty hit “Smokin’ In The Boy’s Room.” The macho group starts by attacking the original tune like some garage band feeling sentimental on a Saturday night. The chord sequence is slightly skewed, bassist Michael Lutz bellows and barks, guitarist Cub Koda adds his tastiest embellishments, and the harmony-laden refrain is not without its juvenile charm. All in all, this cover actually is kind of sweet. Nuff said. 

“But anyone who had a heart/They wouldn’t turn around and break it/And anyone who ever played a part/They wouldn’t turn around and hate it”

In 1987, the Austin Chronicle, as part of its anniversary celebration, held a marathon “Sweet Jane” contest at the Liberty Lunch venue—an evening where the contestants all performed versions of Reed’s immortal tune. Judges included Chronicle staffers Marjorie Baumgarten, Jeff Whittington and Richard Dorsett, but not the late great Margaret Moser (because she hated Reed and loved John Cale instead). Sterling Morrison, former VU guitarist was living in Austin but did not attend.

Austin music writer Michael Corcoran dutifully covered the show, writing up a scathing, comic takedown of the five-hour experience for Spin, lamenting the obvious transgressions of cool. Corky may have had an axe to grind with the Chronicle, but it’s a pretty funny story and an important historical footnote. The March, 1987 piece, provocatively entitled “Agony,” is unavailable online. But as Corcoran documents, the winner of the contest was a long forgotten group called the Magic Outlaw Band. The Mayor of Austin, Frank Cooksey, also showed up for the event, allegedly voting for Two Nice Girls, a “self-styled dyke rock band” that performed a medley of “Sweet Jane” with Joan Armatrading’s “Love And Affection” called “Sweet Jane (With Affection).” The Two Nice Girls finished in second place that night, but they also landed a record deal with Geoff Travis and Rough Trade Records solely on the strength of that medley.

Writer/judge Baumgarten, who co-conceived the Sweet Jane event, remembers the five-hour marathon as one of the fondest days of her life. Yet her colleague Corcoran thought the evening was one long, convoluted drag. Ultimately, there still can be too much of a good thing. The tune has been well integrated into our mainstream music-cultural lexicon (Cowboy Junkies, Phish, R.E.M., et al.) but once supergroups like U2 began covering “Sweet Jane” in concert, you could only wonder: Where will it end?

So, rather than invoking more versions of the song, I simply propose that somebody skilled construct a definitive amalgamation. By taking all of the notable performances and editing them together we would have an “Exquisite Jane,” a version greater than the sum of its parts. With Lou Reed’s simple, definitive chord structure as our sonic blueprint, the connective links are just waiting to be utilized. Thanks to modern technology, this audio assignment should be a piece of cake. Of course, some folks will always prefer the older classic renditions of “Sweet Jane” to any newfangled hybrid creation, but remember, those were different times.

“Sweet Jane!”

All things old are new again. East Coast blue-collar veteran rock ‘n’ roller Willie Nile revives patron-saint street bard Lou Reed’s enduring composition in anthemic old-school, Springsteen-esque, crowd-pleasing fashion. What else?

The Basement Vapes, Volume Six: The Three Main Food Groups (Neil, Bob And Lou)

Just when he thought he was out, they pulled him back in. Mitch Myers, MAGNET’s Rock ‘N’ Roll Doctor, gets called into service one more time.

“If music be the food of love, play on.” —Shakespeare

I was at home sitting in my back office one night not too long ago, when the phone rang. No, not my cell phone, but my landline. Now I’ve had this landline with the same number for a very long time, but it hardly ever rings. I’ve had it so long that even solicitors have given up on me. People always ask me why I don’t get rid of it, but I guess I’m old-fashioned, and once in a while—someone interesting actually calls me on the darn thing.  

Which is why I answered the phone that night, even though it was from a blocked number. It was a young woman, sounding a bit tentative. The discussion went something like this:

Me: Hello?
Her: Is this Mitch Myers?
Me: Who’s calling?
Her: My name is ___. I’m calling from Cincinnati. Is this Mitch Myers?
Me: Yes, this is he. What can I do for you?
Her: Are you the same Mitch Myers who used talk about music on National Public Radio?
Me: Well, yes, that’s me. But I haven’t told stories on the radio for quite some time.
Her: Is it true that you were also a psychologist?
Me: Well, yes, that’s true, too, but I haven’t practiced in more than 20 years. What’s this about?
Her: I wanted to talk to you about my husband. I hoped that you might be able help.
Me: Lady, like I said, I haven’t practiced in years and I’m not even licensed. I don’t even know you. If you’re having domestic problems I’m sure there are plenty of qualified therapists in Cincinnati who’d be glad to help you out. 
Her: Please, just let me explain. My husband used to listen to you on the radio, and I really think that you’ll understand exactly why I’ve called once I tell you about our situation.
Me: I don’t know—this feels inappropriate. And I can’t imagine being much help. Couples therapy was never my thing.
Her: Let me just tell you. You’ve got the bona fides and I know my husband will listen to any advice you might have.
Me: OK. 
Her: OK meaning yes? Really?
Me: Yes, OK, yes. Just tell me what it is. I’m not making any promises but I’ll listen if you make it quick. What’s going on?
Her: First, I guess I should say my husband John is older. Much older. But we really love each other, and it hasn’t been a problem for either of us. We’ve been happy together, and things had been going so well that we decided to have a child. John Jr. was born a year ago, and that’s when things started to feel different.
Me: Different how? What do you mean different?
Her: I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. John’s a great dad. He’s a loving, attentive husband and the sweetest man in the world. He’s protective of our son, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for both of us. To be clear, there’s no abuse or anything unsafe. It’s just that his rules for the boy are starting to feel—I don’t know—a little rigid.

Me: In what way?
Her: Just around the house. It’s the rules for around the house that feel extreme. One rule. It’s just the one rule that I’m really talking about.
Me: What’s the one rule?
Her: The Three Main Food Groups.
Me: What? 
Her: The Three Main Food Groups. That’s what he calls them.
Me: This is a dietary thing?
Her: No, it’s the music. It’s the music that John Jr. is allowed to listen to. It’s the only music we can play at home when he’s awake. Just the Three Main Food Groups.
Me: You lost me. What are the Three Main Food Groups?
Her: I’m sorry. This is how we’ve been speaking since John Jr. was born. I know it’s a little weird, the Three Main Food Groups. 
Me: Yes, but what is it?
Her: Neil Young, Bob Dylan and Lou Reed.
Me: I beg your pardon?
Her: Neil, Bob and Lou. That’s all John Jr. is allowed to hear if we’re listening to music.
Me: The Three Main Food Groups are Neil Young, Lou Reed and Bob Dylan, and that’s all you’re allowed to listen to at home.
Her: Right.
Me: Well, why? Have you and your husband discussed this? Was this a decision you made together? Do you think that this in the child’s best interest?
Her: Obviously, John feels more strongly than I do. I never even thought about the music at home till he brought it up. But he’s got it all worked out and is very convincing. It’s not like there’s anything bad going on. I know it’s a generational thing, but it all seems the same to me. I’d hate to dissuade him, I just want to be completely sure that it’s good for John Jr.
Me: What does your husband say? Why is this so important? What is he trying to teach your child?

Her: It’s kind of like that old, “all I really need to know I learned in kindergarten” thing, except it’s more about becoming a man. John thinks that the bodies of work created by these three artists encompass a full range of life experience. They cover the sonic waterfront as far as he’s concerned, from a single voice and an acoustic guitar to rock ‘n’ roll bands or sound experiments, country, folk, punk, whatever. They were poets all—singing out, writing anthems and classics, playing for the masses or maybe just for a handful of outcasts. Knocking out majestic tunes and castoff throwaways that sometimes pour down like silver and sometimes fall short. Their songs are about love, life, loss, rebellion, acceptance, sex, romance, God, gender, choice, race, religion, protest—justice and fate, tragedy and irony, celebration, meditation and mixed-up confusion. For him, these guys are North American success stories. Whether urban, rural, old-timey or contemporary in context, they were always working. They reached high and accomplished much. They were leaders and broke barriers speaking truth regardless of consequence. They played guitar, and each harnessed electricity in his own way. They defined trends, epitomized style, embraced excess, made great mistakes, invoked grand gestures, railed against injustice and sometimes helped other people. They were fathers, husbands, brothers and lovers. They had their own heroes and paid their own dues. They used drugs and alcohol and had their problems. They dealt with legal troubles, illness and death. They played well with others but not always, and left plenty of folks hurt or disappointed along the way. They were rock stars growing up in public, they were laureates and anti-heroes, too. They were fearless, smart, funny and difficult, and passed through generations of cool. They were lost and they were found,. They did things their own way even when it was unpopular. They still stand out and sound like nobody but themselves. They strode upright into the 21st century, and my husband still feels like he’s at his best when he’s listening to these three—these three main food groups. They spoke to him—and they spoke for him as well. John sees it as healthy and nutritional and just wants the best for John Jr.. I do, too. What do you think?
Me: That sounds like an OK place to start. Tell him to add Joni Mitchell and Nina Simone to the playlist and call me back in three months.

The Basement Vapes, Volume Five: From Beatle To Bowie, Bad Boy To Bad Girl—Won’t You Try Some, Buy Some?

MAGNET’s Mitch Myers delves into the fascinating history of an overlooked gem by the other Fab Four: Ron, Phil, George and David

When the world began worshipping the Beatles in the mid-1960s, the Beatles were worshipping girl groups like Ronnie Spector and her Ronettes and their records produced by Phil Spector. With this small bit of enthusiastic fan data in mind, please consider the saga of George Harrison’s strange and enduring composition “Try Some, Buy Some.”

In many ways the song was a byproduct of Harrison’s relationship with Spector and their work on All Things Must Pass—the sprawling three-album set that was Harrison’s first effort after the Beatles disbanded. Harrison wrote “Try Some, Buy Some” during those epic sessions in 1970, but for some reason he didn’t get around to recording it. Instead, the tune was flagged for Phil’s then-wife Ronnie Spector. 

Ronnie Spector, with that streetwise, beseeching, bad-girl/baby-doll voice. Ronnie Spector, the sultry star of iconic ’60s girl group the Ronettes, once famous for songs like “Be My Baby.” Ronnie Spector, who had been in reluctant semi-retirement alongside hubby Phil, who’d withdrawn from showbiz following the commercial failure of his lavish production of Ike & Tina Turner’s “River Deep — Mountain High” back in 1966. Ronnie Spector.

So, it was decreed that “Try Some, Buy Some” would be recorded by the amazing Ronnie Spector as part of a proposed comeback album. Per an agreement between Phil and Harrison, the latter would write some tunes for Ronnie, the former would co-produce the recording sessions with Harrison, and the album would be released on the Beatles’ Apple Records. Harrison and John Lennon were big fans of Ronnie and the Ronettes, and both Beatles were willing to sponsor the collaboration.

Ronnie’s performance was recorded at Abbey Road Studios in London and featured several musicians who’d appeared on All Things Must Pass, including Harrison, Wrecking Crew session veteran Leon Russell, Beatles-buddy bassist Klaus Voorman, drummer Jim Gordon, keyboardist Gary Wright and Badfinger guitarist Pete Ham. Things didn’t go as planned, however, and the Apple supergroup only did a few tunes before the comeback project faltered, mostly due to Phil being way too drunk/wasted/erratic to produce an entire album showcasing Ronnie’s talents.   

Ronnie Spector “Try Some, Buy Some” (1971)

Still, “Try Some, Buy Some” was completed and released as a single in April 1971 with b-side “Tandoori Chicken.” Besides all the noteworthy musicians, Phil employed his trademark wall-of-sound to frame Ronnie’s unique, keening voice. His grand orchestral gestures included strings, woodwinds, brass, cymbals, mandolins and a choir—all arranged by Harrison’s right-hand maestro, John Barham. The track’s dense, mandolin-laden sound later served as an inspiration for Lennon’s own ambitious co-production with Phil on “Happy Xmas (War Is Over).”

Musically, “Try Some, Buy Some” is a waltz with a descending melody that Harrison had composed on keyboard. Harrison usually wrote on guitar and actually needed help from Voorman just to play it on the piano. The song was one of Harrison’s devotional odes, extolling the virtues of his religious experience through an ironic, televangelist-like perspective. Ronnie was out of her element singing this hippie-rock confessional, and she didn’t relate to Harrison’s ponderous lyrics. In some later interviews, she claimed to have disliked the song and really didn’t understand his obtuse testimonial of values. 

With Harrison’s sacred meta-philosophies and Phil’s flamboyant sound production, the song was unlike most pop tunes of that era. For some, Ronnie was lost amidst the spiritual come-ons and sonic extravagance. So, despite the all-star effort and opulent production on a track written by a Beatle and released on Apple Records, the single was a commercial dud, much like Ike & Tina’s “River Deep — Mountain High.” 

By itself, Ronnie’s noble rendering of “Try Some, Buy Some” would’ve been a fascinating footnote in Beatles history, as well as another sad preamble to Phil’s horrible decline. But Harrison wasn’t quite finished with the song, choosing to include his own version on 1973 album Living In The Material World, his fourth solo LP, following 1968’s Wonderwall Music, 1969’s Electronic Sound and 1970’s All Things Must Pass, as well as 1971 all-star benefit album The Concert For Bangladesh, which he had spearheaded.  

When assembling his version of “Try Some, Buy Some,” Harrison made the odd decision to place his vocals atop the same instrumental tracks they’d used for Ronnie’s single—including Barham’s orchestral arrangements and Phil’s grand production. Choosing music that had been designed for Ronnie’s voice, Harrison was compelled to sing in a higher key less natural for him, straining his vocal approach. 

George Harrison “Try Some, Buy Some,” from Living In The Material World (1973)

When Living In The Material World came out, it went to the top of the charts and was Billboard’s number-one album for five weeks. But working with Phil had been untenable, and except for “Try Some, Buy Some,” Harrison produced the new LP by himself. As a result, this lone track featuring Phil’s co-production stood out from the rest of the record—feeling a bit disjointed and perhaps tacked on as an afterthought.  

The performance was a vortex of influences thrust between Harrison’s pleading vocals, Barham’s heady arrangements and Phil’s heavenly production. There was something majestic in this effort, and with Harrison singing the personal lyrics he had written, his vocals contained more authenticity. The song achieves a certain grandeur, and at the peak of its instrumental coda, celestial strings and brass swell and repeat while drummer Gordon rolls and fills in dramatic, Ringo-like fashion. 

Although Harrison had used the Spector-produced backing track, his record was still mixed differently—more atmospheric and less mandolin-heavy than Ronnie’s version. In a way, this odd confluence of sound and vision was probably Harrison’s last great Beatlesque moment, evoking the sense and sensibility of George Martin’s regal production work with the Fab Four.

Not everybody liked the song when Living In The Material World was released, but there were people who greatly admired it. British journalist Richard Williams described Phil’s contribution this way: “The record was nevertheless wholly magnificent … [Spector makes the strings and mandolins] sweep and soar in great blocks of sound, pirouetting around each other like a corps de ballet in slow motion. The closing portions of the orchestral arrangement are breathtaking, displaying a geometrical logic which makes use of suspended rhythms drawn out to screaming point.” 

Nevertheless, “Try Some, Buy Some” was neglected within Harrison’s catalog of hits and favorites. As far as we can tell, there were no cover versions of the tune for three decades until David Bowie recorded it for 2003’s Reality. Made two years after Harrison’s passing, Bowie’s version wasn’t created as homage to the recently deceased Beatle. Rather, it was simply because Bowie—like the Beatles—was a huge Ronnie Spector fan and also loved the old Apple single. Bowie had long favored the tune and originally planned to include it as part of the unrealized follow-up to his 1973 collection of covers, Pin-Ups.

David Bowie “Try Some, Buy Some,” from Reality (2003)

Bowie’s quavering vocal style splits the difference between Ronnie’s siren wail and Harrison’s straining plea, and while the instrumentation is pared down considerably, the arrangement is still loyal to both original versions. Discussing the song that year, Bowie said, “For me it was a Ronnie Spector song. It never really occurred to me that I was actually covering a George Harrison song … It’s rather fitting and quite lovely that it is an unwitting tribute to George.”

It’s interesting to note that “Try Some, Buy Some” would be the last cover tune that Bowie would ever put out on record. Otherwise, appreciation for this song has been slow going, but Ronnie finally did come around. In 1999, she claimed to love the tune and said that the single “was done to make me happy, and it did. It might not have been made for the right reasons, but it’s a good record.” Thankfully, Ronnie’s version of “Try Some, Buy Some” became available again on 2010’s Come And Get It: The Best Of Apple Records

Some of Ronnie’s ambivalence toward the song was probably because it just wasn’t a hit record. Perhaps that same fact impelled Harrison to take another crack at it on his own album. For Bowie, a music fan with highly eclectic tastes, the song’s lack of commercial success clearly mattered very little. 

In any case, we think we’ve got it figured out. Thanks to an inspired appropriation, somebody realized that since the music was the same, you could just combine Ronnie and Harrison’s versions of “Try Some, Buy Some” to create a perfectly smashing duet that never happened. With the two trading verses, singing the chorus together and blurring the line between love and spiritual devotion, the dynamic encounter creates a new whole, one far greater than its composite parts.

George Harrison & Ronnie Spector “Try Some, Buy Some” 

This was the solution that was staring them right in the face back in 1971. If Phil had just gotten Ronnie and Harrison to perform this divine tune together at the time, the collaboration between one Beatle and two Spectors would’ve garnered plenty of attention. It might’ve made great television, maybe even succeeding in the hallowed pop marketplace that they all seemed to value so much. Well, that’s our pitch anyway.

Won’t you try some, buy some?

The Basement Vapes, Volume Four: The Unbearable Whiteness Of Being Southern

MAGNET’s Mitch Myers has music, race and regional culture on his mind, and here he tries to reconcile this Southern discomfort

It was a simple discussion regarding a couple of songs that shared the same riff and were related from a perspective of content. My buddy Ben started it off with an essay extolling the virtues of Warren Zevon’s cynical anthem/takedown of Southern life and identity, “Play It All Night Long.” We certainly agreed that the rocking tune was artfully written and particularly bold. How could we not? In this 1980 song, Zevon’s protagonist inhabited the stereotypical persona of white Southern underclass in harsh, mocking terms not heard since Randy’s Newman’s Good Old Boys from six years prior.

But Ben is originally from Maine and I’ve always lived in Chicago, so thank goodness our friend John, who was born and raised in Texas, gave us some regional cover, agreeing and amplifying our critical appreciation of Zevon’s tightrope walk between empathy and disdain for Southern culture on the skids. Tracing a dead-end existence filled with incest, bovine disease, PTSD, despair and intoxication, the song’s refrain is further damning as it evokes the specter of Lynryd Skynryd, whose tragic plane crash had occurred just a few years earlier.

Warren Zevon “Play It All Night Long,” from Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School (1980)

Zevon (who resided in California at the time) bellowed the song’s refrain over a marching, infectious beat and David Lindley’s keening lap steel: “‘Sweet Home Alabama,’ play that dead band’s song/Turn those speakers up full blast, play it all night long.” Ouch. Why do so many roads lead to Skynyrd when discussing Southern character, and what exactly was being exhorted here? Did Zevon’s own chaotic existence give him artistic license to take aim at some hypothetical shit-kickers?

The Southern conundrum of identity endures in music, and I noticed a similar martial vibe plus commentary on a track recorded 20-odd years after Zevon’s effort on the Bottle Rockets’ self-titled debut. On the song “Wave That Flag,” Missouri-born Brian Henneman notices a four-wheel drive displaying the Confederate Stars And Bars and dutifully declares, “Wave that flag, hoss, wave it high/Do you know what it means, do you know why? Maybe being a rebel ain’t no big deal, but if somebody owned your ass, how would you feel?” Tough questions to be sure.

The Bottle Rockets “Wave That Flag,” from The Bottle Rockets (1993)

This wasn’t the mere confluence of a chord progression and Southern characters etched in a dramatic setting—the emerging theme (for me) addresses an ongoing dilemma for people coming to terms with who they are and where they come from. Realizing I had some homework to do, I grabbed my copy of Mark Kemp’s autobiographic confessional from 2004, Dixie Lullaby: A Story Of Music, Race And New Beginnings In A New South. In the book, Kemp breaks down his ambivalence, rejection and ultimate reconciliation with his North Carolina upbringing (and struggles with drugs and alcohol).

Kemp examines his Southern conundrum through a personal and musical inventory as well as interviewing musicians and others who grew up in the South around that time. His self-acceptance and insights were hard fought and well-researched, relating the questions and the clues he uncovered while mining the intersections of music, race and regional culture. Despite Kemp’s preference for the Allman Brothers Band, some answers dwelled within the inevitable Skynyrd mythology and were best understood through the storied dynamic between Skynryd’s Ronnie Van Zandt and Canadian Neil Young. With that, I can’t shift over fast enough to point out that Kemp wisely interviewed Patterson Hood of the Drive-By Truckers, who shed much light on that oft-told Skynyrd tale with his band’s epic double-disc from 2001, Southern Rock Opera.

Hood had the bona fides to comment on such things, as his father, David Hood, was bassist for the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section—name-checked as “the Swampers” on Skynyrd’s 1974 hit, “Sweet Home Alabama.” The younger Hood grew up in north Alabama during the ’70s and displays more clarity than ambivalence, doing his level best to enlighten us with the stomping tune “Ronnie And Neil.” As that song details, a détente between Van Zandt and Young played out after Skynyrd’s musical rebuttal to Young’s blanket indictment of Southern racism on the songs “Southern Man” and “Alabama.” But it was an understanding that could only be reached after Van Zandt had written and sang, “I hope Neil Young will remember, a Southern man don’t need him around anyhow.”

Drive-By Truckers “Ronnie And Neil,” from Southern Rock Opera (2001)

So maybe Van Zandt wrote his way out of his own Southern conundrum with “Sweet Home Alabama,” as perhaps Henneman did with his song and Kemp with his book. Hood and the Truckers devoted the entire Southern Rock Opera to this end, and it’s an inspired meditation on growing up in the South with Skynyrd as just one major touchstone.

The track that really sums it up for me is Hood’s insightful narration “The Three Great Alabama Icons.” Recounting his own experience and understanding of Alabama history, Hood lays out a pragmatic blueprint of sports, politics and music by discussing the reputations of Bear Bryant, George Wallace and Van Zandt (who was from Florida). While dissecting the Skynryd/Young folklore once and for all, Hood acknowledges his own personal exodus and rapprochement with the South. Nodding to the popularity of winning football in Alabama and thoughtfully tracing the arc of Wallace’s career of as a politically driven segregationist, Hood preaches brilliantly for a greater understanding while pushing back at some perceived misconceptions and stereotypes. “Such is the duality of the Southern thing,” he intones.

Drive By Truckers “The Three Great Alabama Icons,” from Southern Rock Opera (2001)

So, I’m just pointing out some connective tissue between a few worthwhile artists exploring similar issues and themes of Southern identity in informed fashion—far more informed than I am. But I’m learning, too, and the discussion won’t be stopping anytime soon, even though the song remains the same.

Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers “Southern Accents,” from Southern Accents (1985)

Kemp also examines Southern Accents in his book, and who could resist letting Tom Petty weigh in on the subject of regional identification? Petty and the Heartbreakers were from Gainesville, Fla., you may remember, and their 1985 LP was originally intended as a concept album but didn’t quite turn out that way. Still, the dramatic title tune makes its point well enough with pathos, dignity and grace to spare. Don’t you think?