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Malibooz revive British Invasion with new album


The Malibooz’ John Zambetti (center, above), wasn’t afraid to pull out all the stops — including his wife’s good cooking and a trip to the beach in his 1941 Ford woodie station wagon —to persuade Quarrymen members Colin Hanton, Len Gary and Ron Davis to take part in The Malibooz’ new album “Queen’s English.” Photo courtesy www.malibooz.net

EDITOR’S NOTE: The Malibooz never rode off entirely into the sunset. The band just went through some on-again, off-again periods since 1964.

In 2010, it’s on again for The Malibooz, who released “Queen’s English,” the band’s first CD of new music in eight years. As you might guess from the title, the album pays homage to the music of the 1960s British Invasion, along with special guests Donovan, Spencer Davis, The Hollies’ Tony Hicks, Chad & Jeremy, Andrew Loog Oldham, Nokie Edwards, The Shadows’ Mark Griffiths, Ian Whitcomb and The Troggs’ Richard Moore. You can find out more about the band at its Web site, www.malibooz.net. In this installment of “Where Are They Now,” guitarist and co-leader John Zambetti share’s the story of how “Queen’s English” came to be, in his own words.

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By John Zambetti

Members of The Malibooz celebrated the band’s 40th anniversary in 2004 by performing at their old high school in New York City and then going to Liverpool, England, for a performance at The Cavern Club and at BBC Merseyside.
I decided we should play our 1964 set list (which I still have). On first perusal, I noticed that it was laden not only with Brit Invasion tunes of the day, but several Brit-inspired originals. And why not? We were big fans of the genre, having caught most of the British bands live when they first hit New York. I saw The Beatles at Forest Hills Stadium (a year before Shea Stadium), The Rolling Stones’ first show at Carnegie Hall (pre-“Satisfaction,” it was half filled), multiple Dave Clark Five concerts, as well as the ever-astounding Murray the K Brooklyn Fox shows, featuring huge laundry lists of diversified acts that included The Kinks, The Zombies, The Searchers, etc.

A VERY YOUTHFUL MALIBOOZ lineup appears in this vintage shot from the 1960s that was featured in the “Malibooz Rule” package. Photo courtesy www.malibooz.net

When The Malibooz finally got around to recording our first full LP for Rhino in 1981, we concentrated on our surf roots and laid down many of the tunes we had written in the ’60s, but they were only the surf tunes. It seemed a shame that these other early originals wouldn’t see the light of day.

Thus, the idea for this album was born. The flip-side of our 1965 single “Goin’ To Malibu” was the Walter Egan-penned, Brit-inspired “That’s A Lie.” We had performed it at our TV appearance at the 1965 World’s Fair in Queens, New York). That’s when the show’s host made the remark, “You boys play everything from surf music to the English sound. What’s the difference?” Yes, indeed, what was the difference? Well, I made short work of that in my reply, but the reality was 40 years later, we hadn’t realized those tunes.

On July 4, 2008, Donovan was visiting L.A. and stopped by my house. He hadn’t seen my new studio, and when he did, he immediately said, “We should record something together here.” That was all I needed; we’d do our long-overdue Brit Invasion album and have some of the original “invaders” join us.

I contacted a record executive friend who had many contacts with ’60s musicians. I told him about my planned project and asked if he would set up some introductions for me. His response was, “What’s in it for them?” It had never occurred to me that my fellow ’60s musicians would not be as enthusiastic as I was and just do it for the fun of it. Sometimes, being naïve about the impossibility of the project you’re about to embark on is the most crucial factor in securing its success!

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Snapshots: New book tells story of The Searchers


By  Ian & Lauren Wright

A 1964 photo of the original lineup of The Searchers in their “spacious” caravan (from left): Chris Curtis, John McNally, Mike Pender and Tony Jackson. (Ian Wright)

A 1964 photo of the original lineup of The Searchers in their “spacious” caravan (from left): Chris Curtis, John McNally, Mike Pender and Tony Jackson. (Ian Wright)

“The Searchers And Me” by Frank Allen:
To commemorate the group’s golden anniversary, The Searchers’ lead singer and bass guitarist, Frank Allen, a 46-year veteran of the group, has just published “The Searchers And Me.” 

At the height of their popularity, The Searchers were on a par with fellow Liverpudlian band The Beatles, following the Fab Four onto “The Ed Sullivan Show” in March 1964. With great success on both sides of the Atlantic, The Searchers had such hits as “Sweets For My Sweet,” “Love Potion Number 9,” “Sugar And Spice” and “Needles And Pins.“ 

Allen’s book, a most comprehensive historical volume, is produced with great pride and passion. Frank also shows great respect for fellow performers, revealing nothing that could offend any of the myriad of other artists they performed with. There are some wonderful anecdotes, particularly a treasure about Dusty Springfield. “The Searchers And Me” is filled with Allen’s detailed recollections of the group’s many guitars, as well the many, many cars he has owned over the years, even recalling the registration plate numbers.

While many of their contemporary groups succumbed to the staple rock-band diet of sex, drugs and booze, The Searchers stayed on the straight and narrow with no hint of scandal in 50 years. Bill Wyman says it all, “The Searchers opened for the Stones on our Australian tour in 1966. We weren’t even in our beds at 10 a.m. on a Sunday morning, but The Searchers had already been to church. NOT very rock and roll.”

Allen’s charming biography describes The Searchers as no-frills guys who lead an uncomplicated life on the road, travelling coach, staying at modest hotels and writing postcards to loved ones back in “Blighty.” Their American agent Selwyn Miller says, “The Searchers are THE Almighty Road Warriors of the pop world.”

I first photographed The Searchers on a freezing cold July night in 1964 when they were the only act of an outdoor show, Big Beat Night, held on the seaside promenade at Seaton Carew, near Hartlepool, England. The North Sea served as a backdrop for a makeshift stage erected on the beach. Hundreds of differently colored ordinary house doors were stuck into the sand to act as a windbreak, which did absolutely nothing to stop the lazy North Sea wind. I say “lazy wind” because it didn’t bother to go around you, it went right through you!

Six of the local constabulary and a police dog stood in the front row of about 150 spectators all huddled together, listening to the band. During the interval, I photographed the band members — John McNally, Chris Curtis, Mike Pender and Tony Jackson — as they took a break in their touring caravan. While I set up the shot, the boys were signing autograph books and remarking with good humor, “If we’d known it was going to be this bloody cold on the Durham Riviera, we’d have worn overcoats, hats and gloves.” Then Curtis quipped, “You lot can’t play guitars with gloves, but I could play the drums with gloves.”

One of the show organizers banged on the caravan door with five white enameled mugs, a packet of McVitties biscuits and a galvanized bucket of steaming tea already sugared and milked. The lads put aside their bottles of the local Strongarm beer and ladled the tea from the bucket, trying not to drip on their smart stage suits. Though it was decidedly not the glamorous pop-star life one would expect, they were total professionals, didn’t complain and were ready for the call. “Right you lot, you’re on.” After the show, they packed up for the umpteenth time and headed off into the cold dark loneliness of the ever-increasing motorway network.

I didn’t photograph The Searchers again until 1967 when a new lineup — Frank Allen, John Blunt, John McNally and Mike Pender — were headlining a week’s cabaret at the Fiesta Club in Stockton on Tees, England. Their dressing room was only marginally better than the caravan, and they had upgraded to an E-registered Door Mobile van.

In 2005 my wife, Lauren, and I saw The Searchers on the bill of a nostalgic revival concert at the Royal Albert Hall in London. They were wearing the same style stage suits they had tried to protect from dripping tea that cold July night 40 years earlier in Seaton Carew, and they sounded every bit as good!

This year, we met up with The Searchers after their gig at The Cannery in Las Vegas and asked, “What’s the hardest part of touring today?” Making a fist of his right hand, John McNally patted his heart. “It’s seeing those little faces of my grandchildren watching me through the windows of the departure lounge at The John Lennon Airport as we’re about to fly out on another overseas tour. That’s a killer.”

The book is a fascinating tale of how, against all odds in an industry where respectability and longevity is unheard of, a legendary rock and roll band prays together, plays together and stays together.

(Casebound, 448 pages, £25, Aureus, www.aureus.co.uk 

You can view Ian Wright’s archives of 1960s pop stars photographs at: http://tinyurl.com/Swinging60s

Or contact Ian directly at ian.wright.photographer@gmail.com

© Ian Wright and Lauren Wright

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Explore Buddy Holly’s legacy 50 years later, part 1


Crickets drummer Jerry Allison, not pictured, became friends with Buddy Holly in high school. Allison remembers Holly being humble and confident. Photo: Courtesy of Universal Music Archives.

If not for Charles Hardin Holley, known the world over as Buddy Holly, rock ’n’ roll certainly would be very different.

If not for Holly’s work, with and without The Crickets, the lives of many people would be very different, too. Fifty years after the legend’s untimely death, five such individuals recently shared their Holly-related experiences and memories.

Jerry Allison

Appropriately enough, one of Jerry Allison’s earliest Holly recollections is music-related. Allison, who was a grade behind Holly, remembers seeing him and classmate Bob Montgomery perform the song “Too Old to Cut the Mustard” during a junior high school assembly in their hometown of Lubbock, Texas.

“He was right on tempo and right on key,” Allison says. “He impressed me like the first time I saw Elvis Presley.”

Allison and Holly became friends in high school, and Allison remembers him as humble and confident, with talent beyond music.

“In school, they used to teach leatherwork — how to make saddles, wallets, belts or whatever,” Allison says. “And Buddy was real good at that — in fact, he made Elvis a pink-and-black wallet that said ‘Elvis.’ He dropped it off at his manager’s office in Memphis, but we never knew if Elvis got it or not.”

Allison was the drummer in what he calls a “cowboy band” when he and Holly played together for the first time. By 1956, Allison was a mainstay in Holly’s circle of musicians, and he ultimately became the drummer for The Crickets. Holly definitely was the leader, Allison says, but he was open to suggestions. Collaborations with group members and producer Norman Petty were common, and songwriting often was an informal process.

Allison cites the 1957 hit “That’ll Be the Day” as a primary example. One day he was at his parents’ house with Holly, who suggested they write a song together. Allison responded with the title, which they first heard used in the John Wayne movie “The Searchers,” and off they went.

When Holly moved to New York in 1958, Allison says the original plan was for him and Crickets bassist Joe B. Mauldin to join him. But Petty talked them into staying behind, says Allison, and eventually they did some recording as the Crickets and with others at Petty’s studio in Clovis, N.M.

On Feb. 2, 1959, Allison says he, Mauldin and guitarist Sonny Curtis tried calling Holly to discuss a possible Holly/Crickets reunion, but they couldn’t reach him. Years later, Allison had an interesting conversation with Waylon Jennings, Holly’s bassist in early 1959 on the Winter Dance Party tour.

“Waylon told me that Buddy was talking about getting us to do a tour of England with him,” Allison says, “so he was thinking about the same thing.”

On the morning of Feb. 3, 1959, Allison remembers it was Curtis who broke the news to him about Holly’s death.

“He came and beat on the bedroom door and said, ‘Hey man, get up — Buddy Holly got killed.’ And I said, ‘It can’t be.’

“Of course, I’ll never forget that.”

What do other musicians and historians have to share about Buddy Holly? Stay tuned for Part 2!

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