Keep On Rollin' - RIP Gary Richrath - by Matt Walters

 

"We're very lucky in the band in that we have two visionaries, David and Nigel, they're like poets, like Shelley and Byron. They're two distinct types of visionaries, it's like fire and ice, basically." - Derek Smalls, "This Is Spinal Tap"

It's no secret that most of my favorite bands feature multiple songwriters, each with distinct personalities. I usually blame Donna Knappie for this. 

Donna was my 16-year-old babysitter in 1977, solely responsible for brainwashing 3-year-old Matt by placing a brand new copy of KISS' Alive II in his hands. Upon opening the gatefold LP, the sight of the larger than life pyrotechnics of the Love Gun version of this band firing on all cylinders completely mesmerized me. I had never seen anything like this, and it completely terrified me. Naturally, I immediately led my parents to the nearest Sam Goody in order to demand that they purchase a copy of the LP Destroyer before I could bring myself to go to sleep that night. 

I have obsessively followed KISS for the subsequent 38 years of my life. 

Thanks, Donna. 

Truthfully, blaming Donna is just a cop-out. You see, I had also convinced my parents to buy me another album earlier in that same year, Queen's News of the World. This album also featured a larger than life iconography, in the form of a large robot killing the members of Queen. The inner gatefold was an illustration of the same robot descending on the rest of the people in what would be Queen's audience, through a torn-out hole in the pavilion. I was utterly horrified, and I couldn't possibly look away, or stop listening. 

It turns out that toddler Matt was highly suggestible to bizarre imagery in music. 

More important to my formative musical philosophy, beyond the visual cues, was that each of these two bands featured multiple songwriters/vocalists, each contributing their own brand of songwriting and style to the mix. In Queen, Mercury's whimsical folly complemented the hard-edged crunch of May's power. Deacon's plaintive delivery and calculated structure mirrored the visceral spontaneity and emotional guts of Taylor's rage. In KISS, Stanley's Raspberries conjurings matched Simmons' summoned Beatles, and Frehley's distilled Hendrix counterbalanced Criss's Faces-by-way-of-Krupa. You get the idea. I became hooked on this formula of music, and I've responded to it in many other bands I've followed. 

I digress.

I'm writing this article because we lost someone big in the rock and roll community last week, but you didn't hear about it. 

We lost Gary Richrath. 

Gary Richrath was the lead guitarist and one of the primary songwriting forces in REO Speedwagon during the first 20 years of their professional career. He was a blistering player that had a knack for songwriting and often played by instinct, probably a much more important trait than anything anyone ever got with a formal education in music. In the formative years of the band, he was the glue that held it all together, often while the band barely made ends meet on their live reputation, largely built on Richrath's prowess. He wrote their biggest early hit, "Ridin' the Storm Out," while the group itself rode the storm out of three lead vocalists in three consecutive albums.   

Eventually, the band settled on Kevin Cronin in front, and never looked back after that lineup finally clicked. Ironically, the band had already hired Cronin for their sophomore slump of an effort dubiously titled R.E.O./T.W.O., and immediately fired him after realizing what they needed in a lead vocalist resembled an extra in the film Dazed and Confused, rather than the Least Photogenic Guy In Rock History. It turned out they were wrong, and Richrath had the balls to admit this. He asked Cronin back after three more tepid albums (Side note: the studio version of "Ridin' the Storm Out" features Dazed and Confused on lead vocals, while the later, more popular live version features Cronin).  

I digress, again. 

You see, the above quote by our friend Derek Smalls has a rather large grain of truth to it, like most other things in the brilliant mockumentary by Rob Reiner. Tufnel and St. Hubbins complement each other in a way that creates undeniable chemistry, just as Simmons, Stanley, Criss and Frehley did, just as May, Mercury, Taylor and Deacon did. 

....and if Cronin, the talented pianist/guitarist/vocalist, was one of those visionaries of REO, the relatively unheralded, less remembered Gary Richrath was, in equal part, the other. Richrath was the fire, with the steely bite of his Les Paul cutting through any song, combining all the swagger of every '70s band put together in his effortless mastery of the fretboard and mercurial songwriting. Cronin, on the other hand, was the ice, the calculated pop songwriter who delivered melody in measure, carefully crafting arrangements and finding just the right blend of soft rock with pop sensibility to skyrocket the band into rock and roll's stratosphere. 

It was the combination of these two men together that guaranteed unparalleled success for REO. Although Cronin wrote many of the biggest pop hits of the day, including "Keep on Loving You," and "Don't Let Him Go," it was Richrath who matched him step for step with "Take It On The Run," and "In Your Letter." All four of these songs struck top 40 gold on Billboard's charts in 1981 as singles from the band's smash hit Hi Infidelity, an LP that went on to sell over 10 million copies and became the single best selling album of 1981. Not bad for a bunch of kids from Champaign and Peoria. 

Perhaps the most fitting and infamous tale of their partnership is in the details of the most famous song of these four, "Keep On Loving You." Hi Infidelity's recording marked a departure point for the band, one in which a definitively more pop approach would be incorporated in the songwriting over the band's previous pure hard rock leanings. Richrath was particularly resistant to this change, especially when Cronin brought in a last-minute piano ballad to add to the record. As Cronin played the track for the rest of the band, Richrath became increasingly agitated, especially as he stewed over the lack of room for his trademark tobacco-burst Les Paul. When it came time for him to track, he was riled up enough to turn the distortion all the way up on his amplifier, in order to emphasize his distaste, but also to make a point about the lack of room for his style within this new approach. 

Richrath plugged in. The tapes began to roll. He reached for the volume knob on his guitar....

....and as soon as the rest of the band heard the dirge-like guitar over the rest of the track, they knew they were hearing magic. This contrast of tone, this juxtaposition of gentle, delicate piano and a yearning lyric set to a maelstrom of distortion created a desperate longing.

The band immediately knew they had their hit single. 

REO had a few more hits after Hi Infidelity, but never quite reached those stratospheric heights again in album form. Cronin continued to push them into a pop direction, and a disillusioned Richrath eventually retired from the band in 1989. He made a few more appearances sporadically, taking solace in solo work where he could, but the last 25 years of his life were largely spent out of the limelight. REO became Cronin's band, and eventually they rested on the laurels of their previous legacy like so many other Classic Rock juggernauts. 

However, those magical years of fire & ice shouldn't be forgotten, and Gary shouldn't be forgotten either, and that's why I'm writing this. Gary was great; Gary was legendary. From the moment he plugged in, he was ferocious. Every time I hear the lead guitar work in "Roll With The Changes," a shiver goes down my spine, no matter how many times I've heard it before. Come to think of it, I think I'll dial it up again. 

Keep on Rollin', Gary. Rest in peace. 

Titre : Keep On Loving You Interprète : Reo Speedwagon Année : 1980 Auteurs compositeurs : Kevin Cronin Durée : 3 m 24 s Label : Epic



Wes John Cichosz Threads the Needle with New Record - by Matt Walters

In order to succeed in today's music industry, artists are frequently encouraged to have the widest possible appeal. 

Be immediate.

Be universal.

Don't ever be obscure!

After all, in this digital download age, instant gratification has become the calling card of the marketplace. To satisfy restless fans in the ADD era, where tens of millions of entertainment options are available at any possible second, there is simply no room left for an emerging artist to try to be an acquired taste. There's too little mantle space left to display a newly-discovered curio, anyway, with all of the instantaneous access we have to million of songs. Yes, it would be sheer folly for any artist to attempt to become that unlikely favorite you loudly champion in that back room to your oldest friends, as the hours turn from late to early, and as the scotch runs three fingers deeper....

..and yet, against all odds...Wes John Cichosz will be exactly that thing, should you give him the opportunity. 

Cichosz's sophomore effort, "The Moon Threads a Needle" is an exceptional triumph of nuance and subtlety. Each of the nine tracks are a distinctive blend of sophisticated musicianship and incisive lyrical wit, set against a backdrop of uniquely imaginative arrangement. 

It's the early solo work of Paul Simon (at his most sardonically clever and concise) blending with hints of Steely Dan at the height of their tragically sharp wit and stupefying arrangement powers. It's the muscles of Zappa's compositional prowess flexing to couple with the mellifluous delicacy and dynamics of the great late-70s solo artists: Lowell George, Loggins and Messina, and yes, Boz Scaggs. 

If these seem contradictory, believe me, they should be. This record should be a convoluted, disastrous mess. However, "Moon" is quite the opposite. Wes has painstakingly synthesized these sharply distinct ingredients into an cool, organic, cohesive stew that simultaneously cooks and flows. 

In a word, it's fucking brilliant.  (Okay, that's two words. Here's two more: Sue me.)

The album opener and lead single, "Everybody Says," contains so many things that "everybody" would probably caution you against doing in a song these days...beyond the ridiculously irresistible chorus, of course. 

There's way too much exposition before we hit the first hook.  There's way too little volume going on to excite and titillate the impatient, and there's way too many key changes to grab the listener. Ah, but grab you, it does- and his songs don't exactly do a good job of letting go, once their hooks sink in. As it turns out, the acoustic exposition is utterly crucial to change your ear from hearing to listening, while the space within the Royal Scam-influenced verse lets the wine of the words breathe, and the chorus arrangement features a sophistication that is curiously never overbearing despite its playful dance. 

This track is a tour-de-force of all things that encompass the totality of Cichosz: the top-shelf musicianship featuring his brilliant acoustic guitar phrasings and virtuoso-caliber saxophone; the deliberate arrangements that always sound effortless beyond the complexity they betray to the careful listener; the iconoclastic, against-the-grain philosophy of the sharp-tongued anti-hero he crafts, his voice filled to the brim with the rough-hewn character and subtle dynamics that his incredible lyrics demand. All of it is channeled through an observational-but-cutting lyrical humor that is woven to tie it all together, standing steadfast, just on the dry side of dry, just on the funny side of helpless, just on the right side of cynical despair. It's crucial to it all. 

The title track spills out of that first song in the second position, almost as a plaintive sigh of relief, as a wheeze of a guitar phrase that resolves into a caesura, and then breathes into a pleasant, understated melodic theme. "The Moon Threads A Needle" is the perfect linking verb in the first paragraph of an essay, featuring beautiful reeds and a nice set of harmonies over an anti-chorus, which is really more of a resting point between complex musical passages than a hook. Still, it manages to get into your head in the most subversive of ways. The highlight actually threading the needle is a dizzying middle eight, conjuring instrumental Zappa in the perfect part of his compositional career- after he abandoned the cheap thrills of pure satire, but before he waded so far into the synclavier that he forgot how to really make a band routinely dazzle an audience. 

I've always felt there was a natural link between album sequencing and a proper batting order in baseball, and so the most immediate and best pure pop song of the album, "Kittens and Ice Cream," coming in at #3 in the lineup (the best hitter for average), tickles me even beyond memes of the two titular nouns ever could. It's thematically reminiscent of "Something in 4/4 time" from the underrated 1980 Daryl Hall solo LP "Sacred Songs" (where Daryl's catchy commentary on label executives goes nuclear after a Robert Fripp guitar break with reversed rhythm patterns is inserted into an otherwise tailor-made radio hit); here we have a common-key, artfully crafted pop song with an insidiously toe-tapping chorus admonishing us of the evils of modern consumerism. The punchline is everything, though. Wes' sarcastic optimist still hopes for the best, despite "the clear and present manger never seem(ing) so far away", wishing that "one day skies will open up to equal rain." He's always riding the edge with a wink and a smile, rather than cynically diving over it. I love that. 

I could go track by track and reveal all of the details I've personally mined from this incredible album, but to do that would simply rob you of the discovery I hope you dare to make for yourself. All of the other tracks contain similar musical and lyrical depth, and like all other exceptional albums, it's almost impossible for me to choose my least favorite song. The "Blackout" opening lyrical couplet is a brilliant observation on life's spell of diminishment (one I've definitely felt resonate while occasionally lost in the wilderness of my own head in an increasingly confusing music industry); "Important Stallion" showcases Wes' supple, modular, crack band of Chicago professionals in their hottest bebop shuffle, behind the beat but aggressive...a loose feel, but tight as hell; "Bottle Made of Twine" pushes the sonic climax of the album into progressive territory, in ways that are truly daring...but never truly pretentious, with breathtaking dynamic contrast through it all. "The Birds of November 6th" contains the sweetest jazz vocal harmonies, borrowing all the right things from yacht rock while checking the self indulgence at the door. "The Only Day" is a fitting exercise in the confident restraint of a great songwriter, and "When Molly Got Lost" has an undeniable roll of a rhythm paired with an infectious call and response.

In another era, Wes John Cichosz would be a Signed, Fully Financed Artist, one who would already be making his way around sold out mid-level venues with the muscle of a Columbia or Warner Bros behind him, as he gathered momentum towards the next phase of his career. Yes, he's that good. It's sad that with the evaporation of truly exploitable financial opportunities in the music industry, some truly deserving artists can't get the exposure to lead them to that Big Break. However, like Wes' lovable anti-hero, I also happen to be a not-quite-cynical optimist, preferring to believe that one day skies will open up to equal rain, too, and that the Wes John Cichoszs of the world will get their due alongside the other great songwriting virtuosos we already know. My advice is to jump on board now... because it never goes out of style to be the first one of your friends to find a gem like him.     Click here for his website

 

Matt Walters is a retired professional poker player, theatre industry Union thug, lead guitarist and keyboard player for Roxy Swain, and the songwriter, vocalist and frontman of Sixcups. When not negotiating, recording, or performing, he is typically found at Galloping Ghost in Brookfield Illinois, setting high scores on obscure Japanese arcade games. He still resides in Oak Park, IL after all these years, and is occasionally persuaded to write about music.

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