Conway Twitty was and still is one of the huge names in Country Music. But get this, Twitty started out at the same time that Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins (Blue Suade Shoes," Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, ... and along with many other musicians started in the middle of the 50s. Conway Twitty WAS NOT one who started his career with Sun Records in Memphis as a rock 'n roler. Put "sunrecords.com" in your browser's find-space or go to google and use it. But not yet. Read this post before you do, so you'll know what you will be browsing for.
There is a neat documentary out now, on Sun Records. I'm not going to lie to you. Back in the 50's there were white or caucasion radio stations and there were Black radio stations. Sam Phillips, the head of Sun Records was color blind. If you could sing, had a different sound, and were good, he'd record you. The new Cash movie is great as it approaches the Sun Record times. Our family never bought records back in those days, but, ... . (MORE)
There was a kid who went to school with us at Marland, Oklahoma named Andy Horney, who was into Sun Records. I can remember him telling me, "You should buy some of the Sun Records 45 RPM records because they are good."
Andy had more money than we did. He lived on a farm, and he was the only child that his parents could have. Back then, doctors didn't know about A- and B+ blood types as incompatible. Today they do. But what happened to Andy's mom, was, she had Andy, and his blood type was A- or A Negative. Having one baby was easy, but then the A negative blood would get into her system, and the B Positive blood type would be attacted by the negative blood, and it meant a sure death of any more babies.
Marcella has A negative and I am B positive. Now doctors just give the A- mother a shot before she gives birth, and the drug wouldn't allow the negative blood to pollute the mother's negative blood. We have five children, and our first one that died while young, Darla, was an A positive.
Parents would still try to have more babies, and they had a chance, if she happened to have an A negative blood baby. Andy's mother never had any more children, so they had money to buy the albums. I think of Andy a lot, these days, now with eBay. He could sell those old Sun Records for a hefty amount on eBay.
So back to Conway Twitty. First, I want you to know his last name was really Jenkins. Please do some research on him and find out what his first name is and how he got the name Conway Twitty! Believe me, you would not get your name that way.
Twitty controlled his songs, much like Elvis did. He would put a hold on a song for years, until he thought the time was right for him to release it as a record. Did it work? He had more number one songs than Elvis Presley. Is that incredible or what? I think he had 8 straight years that he had at least one number one song, and all of his songs ended up being in the top 10 anytime he released them
Holli doesn't call it a note, when I go way down and get a rumbly note. Not sure what she calls it, but Twitty's trade mark was that "growl." Another trade mark of Twitty was the personalization of the message. "Hello Darling," blew away the charts and when the gals listened to it, they believed he was talking to them. "You" was his big trademark. "I Want To Lay YOU Down," was a killer song. Have Bro Cecil download one of his songs.
Now this is going to be tough, but I want you to find his very first hit, and it was when I was in the 9th grade; and believe me, ... Twitty growled his way through it like no other artist.
Conway Twitty lived in Oklahoma City, forever, and would often sing at Spring Lake Amusement Park. He was killing Nashville so badly, that they "... offered him a deal that he could not refuse, ..." to move to Nashville. That is how influencial he was in the Country Music business. His first few songs weren't considered country. Dig this and it is a true story.
Twitty calls up his record company and says, I want to sing "oh Danny Boy."
"You gotta be kidding. Everyone has sung that song because it is Public Domain. I am not wasting my time and vinyl on, yet another cover of that song."
"Yes you will, " Twitty scolded. "You will or I'll find another record company that will." He forced his company to let him do it. Did it work?
Who would have ever believed you could record a rock 'n role version of that song, but he did. He started it as a ballad, then blew everyone away when he got to "Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling." Wham, the song landed squarely in number one on the survey. But he did another song earlier than that, that is your job to find out what it was and was able to growl through it. It was in the TOP 10, but never hit number one.
He did move to Nashville and his title was, "The High Priest of Country Music." The only way I can do service to him, is for you to read about him on the Internet. Get ready for an incredible ride and a life that ended way too shortly. But his music lives on.
Now, I am going to do some posts on my favorite Duos or Duets, man and woman, and believe me, Conway had it down. Just get ready for it, because Bro Dale will give you my top two country duets and their incredible songs.
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I mean, who in the hell would have even thought that this band would have one of their albums -
Another legend is that Ivins and Mark Coyne met when Coyne showed up at a party Ivins was throwing at his parents' house. Either way, the bunch made a four-song demo tape and started sending it out. Their legendary first gig did in fact take place in an Oklahoma City transvestite bar called the Blue Note, and by 1985, after numerous drummers floated in and out of the band, they settled on Richard English to pound the skins while Mark Coyne departed to get married.
On that trip they met Jonathan Donahue of
In it, the band play three gorgeous women doing their laundry and dancing on washing machines while psychedelic strobe lights pulsate in the background. A transcendental moment, friends. I never looked at doing laundry the same way again. I also remember Wayne Coyne on MTV, sounding as if he'd been inhaling paint fumes from a sock and drinking turpentine all day, talking to Kurt Loder about how important the bubble machine is for a live show. My favorite lunatics, whom my "Summer of Love" mother thought were demented and bizzare, were getting critical recognition from the likes of Rolling Stone.
Next up was the recording of
Now they're staring down the barrel of legitimacy without a sense of self-importance. When they are asked about their own impact on the music scene, Coyne, Ivins and Drozd brush aside any gushing praise. Instead, they just talk about how they decided to stop being cool and just be the geeks they truly are. They've listed progressive rock, the blues and classical music as their influences. They've toured with people more insane than themselves, used toilet bowls as instruments and done the Letterman show. They've gone from being dust-bowl psychedelics to critical sensations. Hell, everyone should be such geeks.
