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Sunday, August 22, 2010

MOTOWN MUSEUM WITH SUE AND ART

The house above, on Detroit's West Grand Blvd., was purchased by Berry Gordy Jr. on a family loan of $800. He had sold his first song, Lonely Teardrops, and his pay was $3.75. His parents both owned businesses and he realized immediately that the middlemen were collecting the money on his work. He wanted control of his own work and talent. He decided to get a loan, (from his family) buy a house,  and open up a recording studio. It was a risk, but he was able to get it off the ground almost immediately since the black community was full of talent with little outlet for that talent in the general population. Most radio stations wouldn't play black music on white stations. One short range black station was all they had.
 Motown Record Company changed that in a big, big way. Over the years, came Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross and The Supremes, Elaine Brown, The Jackson Five, The Platters, Billy Ekstein, Smokey Robinson, The Temptations...the list goes on and on. What a walk down memory lane is this fun, fun museum, even though no picture taking is allowed. In fact, Motown recorded Martin Luther King's I Have A Dream Speech. It was first given in Detroit and went over so well he used it several times, in Washington DC, in Montgomery, Alabama and elsewhere.
As business grew, Berry Gordon bought the house next door, and the one next to that, and another and another until he had eight buildings around the area that tested, recorded, trained, dressed and made history with new young musicians.
Starting out, Berry recorded in his garage and lived in a modest apartment upstairs. Part of the famous "Motown Sound" came from a hole in the ceiling that gave an echo to the singers that other studios tried to duplicate with equipment. It was just a hole in the ceiling. Sometimes, an artist was chosen by the following test. Berry would gather the employees in the studio and play a piece and ask, "If it was your last dollar and you were hungry, would you buy this record or would you buy the sandwich?"  He would ask them all and if one said, how hungry? or What kind of sandwich. He still considered that a vote for the artist because they hesitated.
 Motown got the first black act on Ed Sullivan's show. Motown got the first black act in a white night club. Berry knew that radio stations could only play from one label three times in a day. So he did the math and developed many labels. He actually recorded everything but classical music in his studio.
Motown records got to white stations by sending a record with a blurb with no picture of the artist. Kids liked the music, the beat, they could really dance to this stuff. When they finally saw the artist, and found out he or she was black, it was fine with them. In fact, the whole black musical community stuck together because of their training at Motown. Motown set the professional tone for black musicians and they succeeded.
Berry also recognized that black musicians had jobs, often shift work, just as he did on the assembly line at Ford at one time.  They couldn't come in and record from 8am to 5 pm. He kept the place open for 24 hours a day so musicians always had access to the studio. (Two hours of that time was used for cleaning.)
A singing or playing talent, didn't always know how to act on a big stage, in front of an audience. He hired a woman to teach them manners, to dress professionally, to always be on time, to practice good grooming, to choreograph their act and so on. It was an amazing transformation of talent to spectacular success.
After our visit, in which all of us sang and danced, (sort of), Jim's longtime friends,  Art and Sue Lambart led us to a Mexican Restaurant near where Art taught English as a second language at one time. He learned Spanish when he was building a Nuclear Power Plant in Mexico and has managed to retain his Spanish and likes to practice using it.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

RURAL NEW YORK AND HERSHEY'S CHOCOLATE WORLD

Yesterday was a travel day, driving the back roads of New York State and Connecticut as we press East. On the way we passed one of the power plants that kept partner Jim here for many years.

Haze or smog covered, we are unsure. It sits on the Eastern shore of the Hudson River near Peekskill, N.Y. The road brought us within touring distance of  West Point, but the internet informed us West Point doesn't open for tours this early in the season. Its always good to check before you go. It came as a surprise that  Bear Mountain State Park was closed to us because the road cannot accommodate motor homes. Even so, NY City so dominates your vision of New York its easy to forget that the back country in many places is rural and green with rivers and pleasant small towns. We enjoyed the slower paced drive away from the interstates.

We visited Hershey's Chocolate Factory in Hershey, PA. earlier in the month, thinking to see how chocolate was made. Instead we found a Disney-like grounds with all kinds of attractions; a rose garden; 3-D Movies; trolley Rides; and, in short, a wonderland for kids. In one attraction, kids, or adults for that matter, can put on the aprons and make their own cookies with all the sprinkles, choco bits and candy decos. Fun for sure.

We rode little cars through a fake factory that took us from where the cacao beans are grown to the final mixing and packaging of the candy bars and other products. Very swift and simple; about five minutes; probably perfect for kids attention span, and of course, the wonderful lure of chocolate treats.


In the picture, it actually looks like real, liquid chocolate, but its  painted to appear that way. The kids probably don't notice or care. There is no one to answer questions you might have. They have an extensive gift shop with some fun products and unlikely ones as well and mountains of candy. 
As we drove through town, and  if you don't read the visitor center brochures carefully, you can think that every attraction in Hershey, PA. is funded by the Hershey Company.  Many of them are. Hershey's has done very well by the town named for Milton Hershey, who was born here. He funded the zoo and other community projects, but his greatest contribution, with all that sweet money, is the wonderful school he started for impoverished children..
Milton Hershey and his wife could have no children. He built a school which started out as a kindergarten through 6th grade with housing and travel expenses for poor kids from all over. When he died, he left his entire fortune in a trust fund for that school. Now the school goes from kindergarten through college. It includes a medical college, lighted tennis courts, an olympic sized track, swimming pool, a visual arts center and agriculture and environmental studies center. The grounds are extensive and beautifully manicured with spacious individual houses for poor students. An amazing place. In fact the Founders Hall Rotunda has a 74 foot high ceiling, the 2nd largest in the world. He was a generous benefactor and his trust fund continues to support this marvelous place.  He, of course, didn't live to see this Founders Hall. As long as we keep buying Hershey products, this school will continue to serve a grateful public. 








Friday, October 16, 2009

WITHOUT BUCKSHOT

Karen invited Jim and I for dinner and served Cornish Game Hens stuffed with apples. Asparagus, sweet potatoes with nutmeg butter, and wine rounded out the meal. Desert was poached pears with chocolate sauce. I have to say, dinner was delectable and the Cornish game hens were a wonderful treat as I hadn't eaten them in years. They were a popular entree during the 1960's and 70's for dinner parties but have lost their appeal in recent years, mainly because they've become expensive. Maybe the stagnant economy has some nuggets because they are quite inexpensive right now.
But, the point of all this is that Jim was a quality control engineer for a nuclear plant in the 1970's and he was being wined and dined by the powers that be from a Nuclear Power Facility in North Carolina. They were courting his approval so they could renew their license.
"They took me to this upscale restaurant with tuxedo ed waiters in a private upstairs dining room, " remembered Jim. "Nothing was too good for me. The wine and the food was the best you could buy when a high end entree at a good restaurant was $10.99 for a steak.
At this restaurant, the Cornish Game Hens were priced at $12.99 and $15.00 without buckshot. "It was written right on the menu. I never forgot that entree."
He may never have forgotten the memory, but I realized for the first time that Cornish game Hens, really were "game".