Our Man on Twang Climbs The Mountain
by Pat Piper
Its a Thursday night at the Sunset Grill in Annandale and Bill Kirchen is at work.
Across the room, a guy wearing a backward baseball cap and a Rehoboth Beach sweatshirt is nodding his head to the music while swigging a Budweiser. At a table in the corner, two women from Michigan are thinking back to Ann Arbor in the late 60s where they first heard Kirchen play his Telecaster at the Canterbury House with a band called Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen. At the bar, two guys scouting the room for potential dance partners are having an in-depth discussion about whether or not a computer date is a good idea. The Sunset Grill is packed tonight, and the space between people is getting smaller as those who have been standing outside in the 30-degree weather are finally getting in the door. The room is changing and Kirchens only done one song.
How you doin? he asks above the applause. Tonight, were playing Stump the Band.
He smiles and looks at bass player Johnny Castle who is sporting an NYFD cap. Jack ODell is moving his snare drum to the side. Together they call themselves Too Much Fun.
Most of the time that means we stump ourselves, Kirchen, the somewhere-in-his-50s resident of Owings in Calvert County, says while adjusting the microphone.
The crowd is applauding. This isnt polite we-have-to-do-this applause. This is I-want-to applause. It seems to travel with the band. Kirchen looks around the room and deadpans, This is a Blackie Farrell song that weve never heard before.
He launches into California Okie. By the third verse, folks are ready to join him in the chorus: never had no money there, but at least we had a life. The two guys who had been involved in the computer date issue are now facing the band. They arent looking for partners anymore. Theyre focused on the stage. It happens whenever Bill Kirchen goes to work. Its called twang.
Twang on the Mountaintop
For the past 40 years, Bill Kirchen has brought twang a mix of country, bluegrass, rock, swamp blues and probably a lot of other styles to hundreds of towns across the country and numerous cities throughout Europe.
But hes hesitant to define what he does when the guitar is plugged in. B.B. King was once asked the same question about the blues. Its like the Mississippi, he said, theres always a lot of stuff flowing in it.
Kirchen feels the same way about twang, although he has been known to call it other things, like dieselbilly.
On February 27, the Ambassador of Twang, as hes been called, will be in Los Angeles with Johnny and Jack because theyve reached The Mountaintop. Too Much Fun has been nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Country Instrumental with Poultry in Motion from the new album, Tied to the Wheel. They are up against Alison Krauss, Brad Paisley, Asleep at the Wheel and the Foggy Mountain Boys, made up of some unknowns named Earl Scruggs, Vince Gill, Marty Stuart and Leon Russell. Yeah, Kirchens thinking the same thing.
It is an honor to be a part of this, he says a few days later on a cell phone from somewhere near Fredricksburg, Virginia. Im going to be there with my wife and my daughter and Im going to just enjoy being at an event like this with them next to me.
In the audience this evening, standing by the cigarette machine, is David Skibiak a long-time fan of Too Much Fun who, when not moving to the twang, works for the Washington Redskins.
I heard Bill Kirchen play an instrumental he called Swinging Chicken, Skibiak says. Id liked it but suggested he change the name to Poultry in Motion since I knew he had spent some time doing nothing but writing poetry when he lived in California. He liked that name thank God. Tonight, I came in to hear him, like I always do, and he tells me the song just got nominated for a Grammy. I keep thinking, who would have seen this coming?
Climbing the Mountain
Bill Kirchens story begins long before he did. The songs in the room at the Sunset Grill range from Mississippi John Hurt, who lived through the Depression in the bayous, to Patsy Cline to Bob Dylan to tunes he wrote himself. Brought up in Ann Arbor, Michigan, Kirchen played trombone in the late 50s in high school and showed enough promise that his parents sent him to the well-known summer music camp upstate at Interlochen. His counselor during the two years he attended was Dave Siglin, who was a fan of folk music as well as the classics.
I always had a 12-string guitar with me, Siglin says, and I remember playing folk songs for Bill. He wanted to learn, which, when you think about it, is why we were all there in the first place. I was happy to teach him a few chords.
When Kirchen returned from the first year of Interlochen, he went to the attic in his parents house, pulled out an old banjo and practiced. Then he bought a used guitar at an Ann Arbor music store and learned more songs.
A lot of great music came through Ann Arbor, Kirchen remembers, because there were clubs with live folk music and that always opened up to other kinds of music like bluegrass and the blues. There were always people who would let me show up at their apartment and teach me a few songs. Everyone had records, and thats where I first heard Lightning Hopkins and Skip James and Robert Reed Williams do the blues. Wed sit around and play their songs.
In 1964, Kirchen went to the Newport Folk Festival to see his hero, Mississippi John Hurt. Also on the bill were Bob Dylan, Gordon Lightfoot, Pete Seeger and Joan Baez.
I was 16 years old, Kirchen remembers. I soaked it up and went back the next year. I loved everything about it. I didnt have a business plan or anything like that, but I knew this is what I wanted to do and it looked doable.
Back in Commander Codys Day
In 1967, after playing with a band called Seventh Seal at an Ann Arbor music festival, his guitar work got the attention of George Frayne, a student at the University of Michigan working on a fine arts degree. Frayne had a country band named after a 1950s sci-fi movie, Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen. Frayne, who was Cody, needed one more airman to play lead guitar. Kirchen didnt have to think twice.
The band packed the local clubs, in part because they were pretty darn good but also because music had become part of the Ann Arbor culture. A spark was ignited not only in Kirchen and the rest of the Airmen but in another local group called the Prime Movers with a singer calling himself Iggy Pop.
But just as the band was getting attention for its truck-driving-rockabilly during those days of the Doors and Jimmy Hendrix who were certainly playing anything but dieselbilly the Commander took a job teaching art at Wisconsin State University. It meant a 14-hour commute every weekend from Oshkosh to make the sold-out Ann Arbor gigs. They were on to something.
I feel lucky about having experienced those moments, Kirchen says, because I caught the tail end of folks playing regional music. There was no Internet or satellite or mass distribution to influence the music of one part of the country or, for that matter, the world. There was a purity about it. Thats why I see myself as sort of a custodian of the rockabilly music that is fading out.
A year later, Kirchen went to Berkeley, California in search of other venues for his guitar work. After a few months playing in The Ozones, a phone call was made to his buddy George Frayne suggesting he and the rest of the Lost Planet Airmen head west. They did.
On July 4, 1965 at Codys Bookstore in Berkeley, the boys from Ann Arbor played to what seemed an anxious crowd. Vietnam was on everybodys mind, and before the afternoon ended the Lost Planet Airmen as well as their leader had been tear gassed by police trying to break up an anti-war demonstration that became an anti-war riot.
The excitement was just beginning. They rented a house, calling it Ozone West, got a reputation for making terrific twang and, eventually, got a record contract. In 1972, Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen made it into the top 10 with an old Johnny Bond song about a race between a Cadillac and a Model A and its Lincoln engine with 8 cylinders and uses them all. It was called Hot Rod Lincoln and became one of the most-talked about songs of the year because it was so, well, different. They opened for the Grateful Dead, the Doors, the Allman Brothers while having two guys Willie Nelson and the late Waylon Jennings open for them.
No Swinging Chicken
The Blackie Farrell tune is coming to a close and Kirchens fingers are dancing on the high end of his guitar. You can tell hes feeling each note and, without looking, knows both the string and the fret to make it come alive.
Every time a musician plays a song, Kirchen says, that personll tell you he is always trying to get inside of it, to do it right no matter how many times he or she has played that song. In a way, Im selling my love for whatever song were playing, whether weve played it once or for the 300th time. Im not faking any of this stuff because if you do that, it isnt going to sound as good.
Kirchen and Castle and ODell are watching each other, waiting for the right moment that is going to close the door. The moment hits, and they slam it on a downbeat. As they do, the Sunset Grill explodes with applause and hoots and whistles.
Thank you, Kirchen says taking a sip of coffee from a mug sitting on his amplifier. I dont know if anyone noticed, but we kept introducing ourselves to each other while playing that song weve never heard.
As the cheering and applause fade, Kirchen gives a sheepish smile and pauses for a moment. Then, he announces, Weve been Gramminated for a Nommy. I mean
The room explodes with hoots and hollers all over again.
Whatd he say? one of the computer dating pundits asks his buddy. Something about twang, the other yells back. Their heads nod as Kirchen continues.
I guess you can call this a truck-driving, chicken-picking instrumental, he says.
Over by the cigarette machine, Dave Skibiak is shaking his head and smiling. Im happy for him, he says. But Im happier it isnt called Swinging Chicken.
Kirchen begins the opening riffs of Poultry in Motion. It was his wife, Louise, a songwriter herself, who urged him to include it on the new album. He thought otherwise and argued the tune was just a silly song and not much more than that. Louise held her ground and the rest, as they say, is
Well, you know what it is.
A few minutes later Too Much Fun begins the fast-paced Nick Lowe tune Seven Nights to Rock and Seven Nights to Roll.
Theres no dance floor at the Sunset Grill, but when twang is in the room, a dance floor isnt needed. The guy in the Rehoboth Beach sweatshirt has one hand in the air and one hand on his beer as he spins and moves to the music. The two computer nerds at the bar are clapping their hands to the beat of ODells bass drum. And over in the corner, the ladies from Michigan are swaying from side to side while nodding their heads to the rockabilly.
Poultry in Motion
There is a magic to music, Bill Kirchen will tell you. Then hell apologize for trying to sound philosophical. Something is happening when you hear it and when you play it. Theres a force with music.
He thinks back to the years with a trombone (and by the way, the trombone appears onstage for at least one song every show), taking the idea another step.
Melodies last for centuries. We play Beethoven today because of the melodies he wrote. But you have to wonder why it lasts through all of those years for no tangible reason. Its because something happens to us when we hear it.
In a few days when Bill Kirchens sitting in that Los Angeles theater, waiting for the 44th Grammy Awards to be announced, he is going to look at Louise and their daughter and feel gratitude. One reason is they can experience this together. Another reason is hes still alive after 40-plus years of twang taking him around the world. And hes going to think about playing a few less three-set bar gigs so that he can see what Chesapeake Bay looks like during the daytime.
Whether his name is called or not, Bill Kirchen is going to hear the applause. It might be coming from the first time he got it after he played a truck-driving tune in Ann Arbor. Or it might be the applause he gave Mississippi John Hurt so many years earlier. The applause is the reward you get whether youre Kirchen or Hurt or the musicians whose names will be announced when youre are always trying, just one more time, to get the song right.
If he hasnt gotten it yet, Bill Kirchens come pretty darn close.
First a Wammie and Then a Grammie
Bill Kirchen is inducted into the Washington Area Music Awards Hall of Fame on February 24 at State Theater in Falls Church, Virginia. He has consistently won a WAMMIE from this elite association of local musicians and music industry professionals. This year he joins the Hall of Fame with Nirvana guitarist David Grohl and John Phillip Sousa.
Im obviously the pivot point, Kirchen says,because I make a living playing twang but always bring the trombone with me. We cover all the bases in this Hall of Fame ceremony.
Others who have received this prestigious honor include Duke Ellington, Bo Diddly, Nils Lofgren (Bruce Springsteens E Street Band lead guitarist) and Roberta Flack.
Tickets and information? www.wamadc.com/wama/the_wammies.html
On February 27, Marylands Mr. Guitar attends the Grammy Awards at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. The ceremony will be broadcast on CBS from 8 to 11pm, et. Bill Kirchens category, however, will not be televised. Bay Weekly will let you know how he does.