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cover illustration by Don Stevenson |
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photo of a microphone on the inner sleeve by Antonio De Padova |
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Hugh's third album, a musical and technical quantum leap which spawned the single Late Night Hunger on sexy 7-inch heavy-duty blue vinyl. A collector's item, to be sure. A few copies are still to be found by trawling the web. Good luck.
The arrangements here are already becoming warmer and more richly textured, more mature and a stark contrast to the more "hollow"" or echoy sound on some previous Featherstone treatments. Don Stevenson's pencil work on the cover would have been enough for me to buy this colection of widely searching songs. A book by its cover, indeed.
Kansas Man, for example is a real revelation. What first sounds like a shambling sub-country & western number, could pass for a end-of-a-relationship lurvsong, turns out to be a piece of acoustic art. WHAT? Listen and try it. It may take a few listens, but it's well worth it.
Both Daylight and Betrayal, tight and harsh, prefigure Hugh's later prediliction for more rock-oriented realisations of his poetry.
Hugh wrote:
This was a big jump up in technology and musicianship. Recorded in Kurt Eggmanns new, larger studio on eight track tape with crack musicians and a well thought out production concept, cut by the latest Neumann helium-cooled lathe with computer graded variable wall thickness to avoid the problems of overprint so typical of the vinyl era, Announcer was actually quite state of the art. In fact it got an excellent review in Audio magazine with high scores for the songs, the musicianship, the recording quality and the quality of the very detailed sleeve information.
Several of these songs are still in my programme today. Neither is there anything that I would do very differently now. It was a privilege to work with musicians of class like Gerd Fellner (with whom I later made a super five-song "limited edition" project, the infamous "Yellow Tape", on which he played absolutely everything with gob-smacking virtuosity), wonder-funk bassist Charles Lewis, the Telecaster King Billy Huggins, Rick "the keys" Panzer and the very solid Caroline Duskin. Respect to all of them, wherever they are now.
Don again worked with me on the well thought-out graphic concept and all the time and effort we put in definitely shows. Even now it still looks and sounds fresh, fresh, fresh!
If any record company had taken a chance on me then, it would have been a sure thing for all concerned, of that I am certain. Every song on Announcer is a strong contender. But as fate would have it, despite good reviews and a small but enthusiastic following, I was destined to remain in the wilderness, a place I have since begun to regard as my own (in fact, I'm thinking of re-doing the wallpaper, that chintzy cactus stuff with the pink rocks is starting to get on my nerves). |
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Gerd Fellner |
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Charles Lewis |
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Bill Huggins |
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The four page inner sleeve of the LP includes photos of the musicians and a microphone, song lyrics, track notes and the following credits:
Drums: Gerd Fellner Basses: Charles Lewis and Carolyn Duskin Guitars: Bill Huggins and Hugh Featherstone
Tubes: Colin Dunwoodie Congas: Tom Nicholas Synthesizer: Rick Panzer Vocals and small persussion: Hugh Featherstone
Recording: Kurt Eggmann Mixdown: Kurt Eggmann and Hugh Featherstone Master Tape: Tonstudio Bieber Master Disc: ela-tontechnik, Offenbach Pressing: Pallas GmbH, Diepholz Rehearsal tapes: Whit Duskin
All titles written & produced by Hugh Featherstone Blyth Original Master Recording
Package design: Don Stevenson and Hugh Featherstone Illustrations: Don Stevenson from photos by Antonio De Padova Inner sleeve photos: Antonio De Padova and Don Stevenson Printing: Johannes Alt
Typefaces: True Gothic Bold, by art finish, and Antique Olive, set by Setzkasten, Frankfurt am Main
Published by ms edition, Darmstadt ms nr. 19 Distributed by Rockport
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Hugh's Struts & Frets logo Designed by Hugh, drawn by Don Stevenson. |
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Logo of Michael Stühr's MS Edition (minos & stelis) "the world's smallest record company" |
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Inner sleeve photos
by Antonio De Padova and Don Stevenson |
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Hugh Featherstone (guitars, vocals, small percussion) |
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Gerd Fellner (drums) |
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Carolyn Duskin (bass) |
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Charles Lewis (bass) |
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Bill Huggins (guitars) |
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Announcer |
lyrics and notes |
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Text in this rather fetching blue-green is by Hugh. |
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Announcer |
The Score |
track 1 |
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Bass: Charles Lewis. Guitars: Hugh
Dedicated to Lot's wife and other saline Säulen; the applause is only cricket, so what's the score?
Morning comes and you're moving an Evening comes and you're dreaming of what's gone We go forward into day But you look back into the night
What's the score? What're you crying for?
It has to change Don't you know it has to change? That looking forward into day That dreaming back into the night
That's the score What we're working for
It had to change Heaven knows It had to change |
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Announcer |
Kansas Man |
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Bass: Carolyn Duskin. Guitars: Bill Huggins
This one improved considerably after Billy simplified the chords.
Looking back through wind and rain Remembering the open plain Pretty strange what you're changing to these days.
One way ticket one way ride Seeking out that better life Pretty strange how you went such separate ways
Thinking about your Kansas man To keep you warm Thinking about your Kansas man But you're never going back there no more
You say you hate your working day But you're spending all that pay in style Another city girl who claims she's lost some country town.
And every step along the way There's a rented room where you stayed awhile Another chapter in a book you can't put down
Still thinking about your Kansas man To keep you warm Still thinking about your Kansas man But you're never going back there no more
Some people love the life they need Some others turn around and speed away And you're a girl who just can't make up her mind.
But I could never be the one To tell you what to do or how it's done Once you know what you're looking for it's not so hard to find
Quit thinking about your Kansas man To keep you warm Quit thinking about your Kansas man If you're never going back there no more |
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Announcer |
Daylight |
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Bass: Charles Lewis. Rhythm guitars: Bill Huggins and Hugh. Solo guitar: Bill Huggins
Pinned in the glare like a rare moth; a sizzling little solar parable.
Daylight Checking up an everyone Daylight Seeing what you did, undone. He come peeping through your window And knows you when you run You can't hide from the daylight
Daylight Did you eat your food today Daylight When you take you have to pay He come peeping through your window And blows you clean away You can't hide from the daylight No no
Daylight Blessing every distant land Daylight Blessing every mouth and hand He come peeping through your window And knows just where you stand You can't hide from the daylight No no |
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Announcer |
Airmail |
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Concert bass: Carolyn Duskin. Congas: Tom Nicholas. Guitar & octave guitars: Hugh. Thankyou Don
On the old blue envelopes there used to be a little picture of Hermes, the wing-footed messenger of the Gods.
The lyric refers to Bahá'u'llàh, Prophet-founder of the Bahá'i Faith (1817-1892).
Down among the derelicts and angry boys It's hard to get the word out there No one wants your ideals "That's for romance" Who cares?
Living for a candle and a dirty spoon He only reads the Spray-Can News How to break his cover With an offer that he can't refuse
Airmail Get it through somehow If they don't know by now
Down among the ranches and the cadillacs It's hard to get the word out there No one wants A way of life that makes them feel Obliged to share
Living for a cocktail in the afternoon He only reads the Business News How to break his cover With an offer that he can't refuse
Airmail Get it through somehow If they don't know by now
Loosed among the nations like a spear of light An energy they just can't kill The hand That ceased to write in 1892 is Writing still
Manacled together in a filthy room They shouted out the Wondrous News The kingdom is fulfilled upon us Something that we can't refuse |
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Announcer |
Thursday at Eleven |
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Bass: Carolyn Duskin. Flute: Colin Dunwoodie. Guitars: Hugh. Synthesizer: Rick Panzer
Begun in Athens in '69, finished in Edgeware in '72 along with some other things.
Thursday at Eleven And I'm meeting you down by the café We sit and drink our coffee Like a pair of people in a play
And it's all because of such a little thing That we're breaking up this way It's got us acting like strangers
Friday And I'm standing on the hill That looks across the bay. All about, your precious marble ruins Make a virtue of decay
And it's all because of such a little thing That we're breaking up this way It's got us acting like strangers
Saturday My friends have packed my bags for me In case I try to delay
"Take a ferry to the islands" And I'll soon forget about you So they say And it's all because of such a little thing That we're breaking up this way It's got us acting like strangers
Yes it's all because of such a little thing But I have to go away I can't face you like a stranger I can't treat you like a stranger
Now I'm that much older But the thing happened just the other day Minnesota Man told the truth You have to go through twice If you can't afford to pay
And it's always because of such little things But it hurts too much to stay And treat each other like strangers |
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Announcer |
Late Night Hunger |
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Bass: Charles Lewis. Guitars: Bill and Hugh. Sax: Colin Dunwoodie
We couldn't get the right-sounding telephone; you'll have to imagine it just before the solo. But the telephone and the lyric are both questions of fidelity.
Rowena, you call me from the Orly I can't hardly hear you Over the band Musak Filling up the hallway Can't get no sleep, no In this foreign land
Rowena The corner cowboys Have a word for my condition Late night hunger Makes a lonely boy forget Your sweet commission
Rowena, it's time to throw the gun away Can't keep my grip no more On this merry-go-round Musak They're taking all the fun away Seems like every stair go up While I'm coming down
Rowena The corner cowboys Have a word for my condition Late night hunger Makes a lonely boy forget Your sweet commission |
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Announcer |
Betrayal |
track 7 |
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Bass: Charles Lewis. Rhythm guitars: Bill Huggins and Hugh. Solo guitar: Bill Huggins
The text is full of echoes; the whole song is a haunted house. I could not live in or with it anymore so I put it on the album.
Betrayal It's got him an his knees By the bedroom door Betrayal Love is just a tease But he's back for more Lonely Silence breaks the heart of a city where the people died So many streets
Before you get to the other side Look at all the people You see what they do They're breaking up the old And they're corrupting the new Betrayal
Daytime The sun is up You're working and they got you beat Night time, the neon buys you You're living and you're feeling neat Evening She comes and whispers Whispers you're the only one
Morning, the neon dies And all your garbage greets another sun You look at all the people And you see what they do They're breaking up the old And they're corrupting the new Betrayal
Shakedown She wakes up and Sugars up that bitter pill Breakdown He wakes up and Notices she's dressed to kill Betrayal cuts him like a knife In the middle of the night
Betrayal and no, no, nothing Can make it right He looks at all the people He sees what they do They're breaking up the old And they're corrupting the new Betrayal |
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Announcer |
Trees of Knowledge |
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Bass and concert bass: Carolyn Duskin. Guitars: Hugh. Gong: Gerd Fellner
Variation on an old theme: apples may be hazardous to your mind.
"All the world's away," I heard the spaceman say. "I've been looking out my window Ain't seen a soul all day
"Such a lovely place Sure beats outer space Wonder why they ever left I think I'll take the case.
"Perhaps they're hiding Guess I'll glide in Fix a neat disguise Plant a bean crop I'll run a clean shop, They'll never realize.
"Just a single guy Come in from the sky Looking for a single girl And hoping to survive.
"There's a fruit here Makes you see things Makes your head feel strange, Crazy ideas I never thought that We had so much range."
A little farther on "Things keep goin' wrong, Life support's got all confused It can't hold out too long.
"Trees of Knowledge Of good and evil Angels standing guard Got to leave now Can't believe how Life could be so hard You're making it So hard to live here.
"But she's a winner too She's going to see us through Seems that in this whole wide world There's only me and you." |
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Carry on the Song |
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Bass: Charles Lewis. Concert bass: Carolyn Duskin. Guitars: Hugh. Gong: Gerd Fellner
Solomon Grundy epitomizes the 9-to-5 man. Carry on the Song insists upon an alternative. Stay tuned, the lyric has 63 lines, 15 of them are important.
Solomon Grundy Born on a Monday Christened on Tuesday Schooled on Wednesday Married on Thursday
Worked all Friday Died on Saturday Buried on Sunday That was the end of Solomon Grundy (Trad. anon.)
I was born in '51 Natural loving mother's son I didn't have no fear. Two days later across the sea Another little baby just like me It was a good year.
Those days they marched against the bomb Thousands came and sang along from far and near But they never took it far enough Just billboard speeches, it was all a bluff
They soon gave up Hiroshima For a middle-class career And that don't seem right, you see No that don't seem right to me
So won't you please carry on the song Don't let it die
Well I grew up and she did too Some days happy, some days blue Well ain't that life As I daydreamed and flunked my courses She baled hay and fell off horses My future wife.
Now I left school in some confusion The kids were talking about revolution It was a time of strife But flower love and phony peace Just couldn't guarantee release
And now the subway's full of zeroes Who come on like Mack the Knife And that don't seem right, you see No that don't seem right to me
So won't you please carry on the song Don't let it die
Well I did strange things in stranger places Fell in love with pretty faces Like a songwriter should. Now here I am with a wife and child A sidewalk creature come in from the wild
Like I knew that I would It's cold out there. Now I look at you and you've lost your way And the music doesn't have much to say no more it's just recycled grease
And the world still goes from bad to worse While all the young gods throw parties on the hearse Oh how can we have peace If the kids don't care
So won't you please carry on the song Don't let it die
Now the music business digs your grave If you don't belong in any wave, you get no answers I'm just a guy with a difficult name Who isn't nasty and isn't tame And he don't write dancers.
But moving 'round from place to place I've been checking out the changing pace I'm like a loaded gun, sir
So sign the papers, don't be slow This guitar needs a place to go Sure could be a shame If you miss out on all the fun, sir That wouldn't seem right, you see No that wouldn't seem right to me |
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Hugh Featherstone plays Kraushaar Guitars |
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