Lutsuvad kivid – Stick With You

Lutsuvad Kivid

Guest Post by Andres Roots

My friend Red Mouth asked me to write a few words about how “Stick With You“, a track we collaborated on in 2010, ended up on a 2013 compilation of songs by Estonian writers and poets, titled “Lutsuvad kivid“. Indeed, as Red is no more Estonian than I’m a poet, I must admit I was as surprised as he was… But he tells me such a short answer simply won’t do for the avid readers of his blog, so even at the risk of alienating both of them, here’s a profoundly longer account.

1. What does “Lutsuvad kivid“ mean and who’s the bloke on the cover? Well, “kivid“ means “stones“, but the preceding verb does not stand for “rolling“. According to wikipedia, a “luts“ is a “burbot (Lota lota), the only cod­like freshwater fish“. In Estonian, the phrase “to throw a burbot“ (“lutsu viskama“) means to play ducks and drakes, thus “Lutsuvad kivid“ should refer to flat stones bouncing off the surface of water. Somewhat less fortunately, the same verb also means “to suck“.

The gentleman on the album cover is Oskar Luts (1887-­1953), one of the most popular Estonian authors of the 20th century, who spent most of his life in Tartu and had the town’s public library named after him – and it is that very library that compiled and released this CD to celebrate their 100th anniversary. Incidentally, the most popular novel by Oskar Luts is “Kevade“ (“Spring“, 1912/1913) and its most celebrated character the troublesome schoolboy Joosep Toots, infatuated with “Injun stories“ and nicknamed the Kentucky Lion… Oh, and the house Mr. Luts used to live in is now a museum, right across the road from the studio where Red and I recorded our tune.

2. Why is “Stick With You“ included in such esteemed company? Well, the explanation I got from the library was that they wanted to involve all their friends and collaborators, and that I did have that book of lyrics published in 2010. My association with the library dates back to 2003, the international Year of the Blues: we had just founded the first Estonian blues society and – with generous help from the US Embassy in Tallinn – managed to establish a nice little blues section at the library. And yes, Red Mouth’s works are well represented in their collection!

Anyway, I’ve performed at many library events since then. In fact, even “Build Me A Statue“, the aforementioned book of lyrics, mainly came about because they asked me to take part in the international literature festival Prima Vista. As for Red’s connection with all that – well, the gentleman who handpicked the tracks for the CD actually opened for him at one of his Tartu gigs! That would be Aapo Ilves – the poet, the lyricist, the playwright, the singer, and so on and so forth. He wanted several of my tunes to choose from and picked “Stick With You“. I should probably mention here that while most of the album is in Estonian, it does include tracks in English, Dutch, and Russian, and that Red Mouth is not even the only American on there.

3. How did the recording come about? In 2010, Red Mouth was coming to Europe for the first time, and we were planning to do a few gigs together. To promote those shows, we decided to record a song – I would cut the guitar in Tartu, he would overdub the vocals in Alabama, and I’d finish it here with the producer Asko­Romé Altsoo. We did just that with “Redecoration Day“ and ended up shooting a video in the same intercontinental fashion, with Asko directing. Much to our surprise, the video went to #1 on Estonian national television’s “Eesti Top7“ chart, where it stayed for weeks – and spent months in the top 3.

But the night before I was due to record the track – and this I haven’t really talked about in public – my father passed away most unexpectedly. So instead of cutting just the single, I spent a day at Asko’s White Room studio, playing music and trying to get my head straight. The next day, we realized we had enough for an album, and decided to do what we’d been talking about for ages: ask my friends to contribute. So on “Roundabout“, there are vocals by Dave Arcari from Scotland, Black River Bluesman from Finland, Bottleneck John from Sweden, and Eric “Red Mouth“ Gebhardt from Alabama.

The funny thing is, “Stick With You“ wasn’t recorded that day with the rest of the songs – the dobro part had been captured at the end of the very last Bullfrog Brown session. What you hear is essentially a demo: it’s literally the very first time that I played the tune all the way through, with the tempo fluctuating like mad. Yet, Asko and I agreed that it had something, so when Red Mouth arrived in Tartu, he did the vocals, Kalle Kindel added drums, and Ahti Bachblum contributed some fine piano and organ. And when a radio interviewer later asked me for my favourite track on the album, that’s the one I named.

The morning we recorded Red’s vocals for “Stick With You“, he had a terrible hangover (there’s a great story there, involving the Finnish harmonica ace Jantso Jokelin, our sound engineer Siim Neerut, a couple of Red Mouth fans and a stretcher, but that IS another story!) and I was with him in the booth. I remember him sitting there, talking about Lou Reed. This summer, when I told him the song would appear on “Lutsuvad kivid“, he said: “It’s a great song, the best we worked on together, I think.“ And that’s that, really – consider yourselves illuminated!

Get the song on Youtube: http://youtu.be/UnKac0qePDM
and iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/roundabout/id765355217

A Gentler Hand

This new video is a special one. It’s my favorite of my own songs. We made it a video single so’s you all can get an idea of another of the many dynamics to Red Mouth (Me). This was among the first songs recorded at the sessions and was a very special and productive day. It felt right. I think you can see, hear, and feel that in this video. Cheers, My Friends. Be gentle…sometimes.

 

She’s got a crush on me

The Shoals area has produced a lot of great music since Rick Hall and many others started chasing their dreams. However, none other have affected me quite as deeply as the songs of Donnie Fritts. Growing up on a mainline of punk rock I didn’t begin to discover the great beauty of my hometown till I moved off to Orlando, Fl playing in the sleaze rocking Studdogs. Through a gift from my Grandad (which was always a crap shoot. You never even knew what gender he thought you were) I discovered Dr. John and Kris Kristofferson. Kristofferson quickly became a great love of mine and one name kept popping up, Donnie Fritts. One Christmas I bought my brother the Live at the Philharmonic record. A few days later he calls me and says, “Did you know Donnie Fritts is from Muscle Shoals??” I did not. I was blown away. This started my first real interest in the music of my hometown. Paying close attention to the songs cowritten by Fritts on these Kristofferson records. I moved home, started hitting the gym and drinking less. I noticed this fella at the YMCA that would walk around the track in his cowboy hat. One day my friend Andy Frith said to me, “Holy crap! I saw Donnie Fritts at the Y on a workout machine in his cowboy hat!!” My jaw dropped. I’d been in the same room with him…many times. I eventually got to meet him and even interview him which I hope to post on here some day. We became somewhat of friends. I’ve been to his house for piano lessons. He’s one of the most kind and giving spirits I’ve ever met. He readily agreed to play on my record and here we are…

Army Vet Falsely Accused of Murder!!!

Sean Kelley

When I was young I had a friend who drove me around in his baby blue Ford something or another. His brother drove me around in it the year before and passed it along to the next in line. We’d drive around and blast the Misfits and wind back up at his house, play guitar, and watch movies all night. His Mom would fix us biscuits and chocolate gravy in the mornings. He was my mate, my brother. His mother watched the nursery at the church where my father preached. His sister did the same after she left. His brother was the first person to ever drive to my house after school and say, “Hey, let’s go ride around town!”

 

His name is Sean Kelley. We parted ways as young ones often do. He joined the military. Left as a disabled veteran. On Oct. 17 two felons attacked him. Beat him till he had no other choice than to pull a knife. One is now dead, and Sean is up for murder 2nd degree in what is clearly a self defense case. His family’s funds are limited. Please, if you can help, here is a link. Defense attorney’s fees for a murder case are exorbitant. He’s a father, a husband, and a disabled veteran.

 

Thanks,

 

Red

 

Sometimes Southern Boys Leave Home

 

Larry Elliott
Photo by Ashton Lance

Over the years I’ve written some stories. I’ll post old ones and new up on this blog for you all to enjoy. Cheers! – Red

You never know who might be standing behind you, or who might be ahead of you in the check-out line at the record store. It might be Larry Elliott. A frequent patron of Pegasus Records in Florence, Al., Larry loves Buddy Holly, The ROW-llin’ Stones, Gram Parsons, Jackson Pollock, and the impressionist movement. However, he’s not a fan of Picasso and New York City. “They’ll run over you in New York City!” One might not think him so worldly if you saw him out. Dressing unassumingly, with jeans and blue ball cap, and talking with a drawl only acquired here in Northwest Alabama. Larry’s been around whether you may think he looks the part or not. He’s been entertaining us at the record store for years now with his stories of travel after his stint as a medic in Vietnam. “I Got discharged from Ft. Gordon. After I came back I went to Riverside, CA, cause I had some Vietnam buddies out there. I worked out there a while haulin’ house trailers. Back in those days, in the early 70′s it was a big drug town. The runaway girls all came to Riverside! From all over the country. It was kinda a wide open town. I was staying at the Riverside Hotel when I met Sunshine. She liked to drop that sunshine acid. She was just about seventeen years old. I wasn’t but 20. She wanted to wash her hair so I snuck her in the backdoor of my hotel and she washed her hair. The rest they say is history. Yea, I partied with her about two weeks…No, I don’t know whatever happened to Sunshine. That’s how they was in Riverside, they’d be there then they’d be gone.” Larry’s seen his share of hardtimes as well, I tell ya. Two cousins, Doug and Parks, OD’d on oxycontin. He’s had his jaw and his nose both broken, and both stories start out with “I tell ya I was drankin’!”…”I started drinkin’ when I was about 15. Drinkin’ what they called Wildcat Whiskey, and I’ve been battling alcohol ever since.”…He and a buddy broke into a friend’s house and stole bottles of Wild Turkey and got arrested for drinking it on the curb in front of the YMCA. He’s been married twice, has narrowly escaped prison stays a couple times, unknowingly hitch hiked with a murderer, and lives on 100% disability due to post-traumatic stress disorder. He finally came back home in 1980 and found that the government would fully fund a try at college, so Larry majored in History and Sociology and graduated in 1984. He spends his days quietly now, walking around the neighborhood for some exercise where he lives in Tuscumbia, AL. When he gets to thinking about a group or singer he use to like, we’ll see him in the record store every week ’til he’s ordered their whole catalogue. This man has many stories and I’d love to just have a video camera record him talking for a few hours. He can make ya laugh ’til your stomach bursts. But Vietnam, he’ll always remember that. He told of the one person he knows for certain that he killed over there. This fella ran out of the bushes with something in his hands, about to throw it. Larry opened fire. When they got to the body they found it wasn’t a grenade, but a rock. And he near cried about a little friend he made over there. “There was this little girl. I’d giv’er candy and stuff. I guess she was about 8 years old. She use to ride her bicycle up and down the road there in Cat Lai Village. VC murdered a lot in Cat Lai and they hit her house and she got killed. I was really close to that little girl.” The moral to the tale, kids..next time you find yourself cussin’ the old timer taking his sweet jollies in front of you at the stop light. Take a moment and remember Larry Elliott. Chances are, that ‘old timer’ has lived harder, fought harder, had more fun, and hurt deeper, than you could ever possibly imagine. Thanks Larry, I’ll treasure this tape of stories.
Your Friend,
Red Mouth
01-24-2011

 

Larry’s poem he recited while staring me down. I’ve tried googling pieces of it to make sure he wrote and cannot find anything at all resembling it. Also, the photos, they were taken by Ashton Lance.
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A bomb explodes in a market place
An anguished look on an old woman’s face
Several were injured, but three were dead
And the terrorist who threw it fled
I’ve seen scenes like this, and so much more
All a part of the agony of war
Out on a distant battlefield
A brave young American soldier is killed
It was never clear what he was fighting for
He came face to face with the agony of war
Still the people marched in the street
Some even prayed for our defeat
They said they knew
But they didn’t know
They had never seen the agony of war
I’ve waded in blood up to my knees
Seen soldiers fall like falling trees
Right or wrong
One thing’s for sure
I have seen the agony of war