A Predestination In Time – The SRC with Katie Grace, Magic Bag, Ferndale 2012 Part 2
A fury of sound waves began flowing out
from the stage. Here it was, “Checkmate,” the swirling keyboards of the
wizardly Glenn Quackenbush infused with driving power. I was loving this band’s
energy and it was only to get better!
from the stage. Here it was, “Checkmate,” the swirling keyboards of the
wizardly Glenn Quackenbush infused with driving power. I was loving this band’s
energy and it was only to get better!
The SRC were demonstrating the groovy
substance of the Motor-City ’60s tonight, in such a manner that it was a savvy
treat for even the most experienced psychedelic warrior!
substance of the Motor-City ’60s tonight, in such a manner that it was a savvy
treat for even the most experienced psychedelic warrior!
“Heatwave,” “Who’s That Girl and “No Secret
Destination,” with those windy whirling keys and stinging guitars, were a
tripper’s delight! The vocals of the backing girls offered a unique spice in
sound and style. This repertoire is what contributed to making the Detroit
music scene the most creative and dynamic to ever exist on the planet.
Destination,” with those windy whirling keys and stinging guitars, were a
tripper’s delight! The vocals of the backing girls offered a unique spice in
sound and style. This repertoire is what contributed to making the Detroit
music scene the most creative and dynamic to ever exist on the planet.
As “The Angel Song” rang out, time seemed
to freeze for a split second, then began spinning out in a melodic sequence of
harmonies. This was the brilliance of the SRC. I was taken on a timeless
journey through segments of my life: riding a palomino on my uncle’s farm,
rockin’ at the Grande with my older sister, enjoying my first hits of LSD,
hitchhiking to California, smoking grass while listening to Nursery Crymes (and
noticing how much Genesis rocked out the vibe of the SRC’s Milestones). With
its melodiously beautiful orchestrated perfection, the memories and feelings
that this number unleashed were limitless.
to freeze for a split second, then began spinning out in a melodic sequence of
harmonies. This was the brilliance of the SRC. I was taken on a timeless
journey through segments of my life: riding a palomino on my uncle’s farm,
rockin’ at the Grande with my older sister, enjoying my first hits of LSD,
hitchhiking to California, smoking grass while listening to Nursery Crymes (and
noticing how much Genesis rocked out the vibe of the SRC’s Milestones). With
its melodiously beautiful orchestrated perfection, the memories and feelings
that this number unleashed were limitless.
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Steve Lyman
I have never heard a better adaptation of
the Skip James blues classic “I’m So Glad” than that by the SRC, and tonight’s
rendition surpassed all expectations. The beat vibrated the house, giving off
the spiritual feeling of a virtuous Detroit soul revival. Most of the faithful
rose up and rocked on their feet throughout this ultra long version that had
the entire audience clapping and singing along. If I didn’t know better, I
would have thought everyone in attendance had ingested hits of acid based on
all the smiling faces and gleaming eyes surrounding me. I imagined we had all
vibrated from 1967 though time and space and were now connected as one with the
band in this new millennium. It was a magical revelation!
the Skip James blues classic “I’m So Glad” than that by the SRC, and tonight’s
rendition surpassed all expectations. The beat vibrated the house, giving off
the spiritual feeling of a virtuous Detroit soul revival. Most of the faithful
rose up and rocked on their feet throughout this ultra long version that had
the entire audience clapping and singing along. If I didn’t know better, I
would have thought everyone in attendance had ingested hits of acid based on
all the smiling faces and gleaming eyes surrounding me. I imagined we had all
vibrated from 1967 though time and space and were now connected as one with the
band in this new millennium. It was a magical revelation!
All the while, the beat grew more and more
passionate, much like the pulsating of one’s own heart. The arousal intensified
as Scott Richardson, mid-way through this rocking classic, exclaimed in
sermonized verse how “the Summer Of Love is now and forever in time eternal.”
Sure, he was preaching to the choir, but no one was complaining, as the band’s
attitude and music were defying time itself! Throughout this lysergic wave of
trans-dimensional time travel, Steve Lyman held the beat, moving gracefully
like a man of the cloth, giving praise with hands in the air. I thought of all
the places a person could be in the world at this point in time, and smiling to
myself, I knew that I was “so glad” to be here, with the SRC!
passionate, much like the pulsating of one’s own heart. The arousal intensified
as Scott Richardson, mid-way through this rocking classic, exclaimed in
sermonized verse how “the Summer Of Love is now and forever in time eternal.”
Sure, he was preaching to the choir, but no one was complaining, as the band’s
attitude and music were defying time itself! Throughout this lysergic wave of
trans-dimensional time travel, Steve Lyman held the beat, moving gracefully
like a man of the cloth, giving praise with hands in the air. I thought of all
the places a person could be in the world at this point in time, and smiling to
myself, I knew that I was “so glad” to be here, with the SRC!
Shades of vintage ’60s, “Up All Night” was
unleashed for the rapturous crowd. Scott’s voice, in perfect balance with the
backing vocals, together with Lyman’s and Quackenbush’s signature sounds,
resulted in a song that was scorching hot.
unleashed for the rapturous crowd. Scott’s voice, in perfect balance with the
backing vocals, together with Lyman’s and Quackenbush’s signature sounds,
resulted in a song that was scorching hot.
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Gary Quackenbush
A momentary break in the performance
brought forth a still quietness that magically ushered in what was to be the
final song of the band’s set.
brought forth a still quietness that magically ushered in what was to be the
final song of the band’s set.
The notes of “Hall of the Mountain
King/Bolero” began creeping beautifully about the place in a near sinister
manner. As the repetition of sounds amplified in magnitude, they started
growing their own psychedelic patterns of breathing colour. They then developed
bodies and legs and began playfully dancing to the resplendency of life. These
sensations multiplied in both speed and power. Faster! Louder! The band played
their music as one, yet the sound charged out in many directions. It was
intoxicating. Faster, Faster! Louder, Louder! The definitive moment came after
the drum-roll, the clash of the symbols, and the beating of the toms. This
percussion brought forth to front stage one of the greatest guitar virtuosos of
psychedelia, Gary Quackenbush! His guitar dominated the hall, the
standing-room-only crowd enjoying the everlasting sounds, note for note!
Reverberations from his guitar sounded as if heaven itself had open up, and
angels were now backing his epical playing with the horns and trumpets of
divinity!
King/Bolero” began creeping beautifully about the place in a near sinister
manner. As the repetition of sounds amplified in magnitude, they started
growing their own psychedelic patterns of breathing colour. They then developed
bodies and legs and began playfully dancing to the resplendency of life. These
sensations multiplied in both speed and power. Faster! Louder! The band played
their music as one, yet the sound charged out in many directions. It was
intoxicating. Faster, Faster! Louder, Louder! The definitive moment came after
the drum-roll, the clash of the symbols, and the beating of the toms. This
percussion brought forth to front stage one of the greatest guitar virtuosos of
psychedelia, Gary Quackenbush! His guitar dominated the hall, the
standing-room-only crowd enjoying the everlasting sounds, note for note!
Reverberations from his guitar sounded as if heaven itself had open up, and
angels were now backing his epical playing with the horns and trumpets of
divinity!
This was above and beyond mortal, the very
libations in sound that could inspire the Titans themselves! Then Scott’s
almighty scream brought forth from the appreciative crowd an echoed return that
filled the hall. The band wrapped up the song within a roaring cover of
applause and graciously exited the stage.
libations in sound that could inspire the Titans themselves! Then Scott’s
almighty scream brought forth from the appreciative crowd an echoed return that
filled the hall. The band wrapped up the song within a roaring cover of
applause and graciously exited the stage.
Excitement from this rousing finale swept
the venue; the people cheered and would not stop. In time, Doug Podell took the
mic and led the crowd in chants for the return of one of Michigan’s finest… “SRC!
SRC!! SRC!!!”
the venue; the people cheered and would not stop. In time, Doug Podell took the
mic and led the crowd in chants for the return of one of Michigan’s finest… “SRC!
SRC!! SRC!!!”
Return they did. As the band retook the
stage for an encore, SRC founder and keyboardist Glenn hit the keys, and the
eternal notes of “Black Sheep” again flowed like streaming colours into the
air. The guitars sliced harmonically through the river of sound and another
version of the song was heard. The band had gone full circle, and the two
versions of “Black Sheep” held the magic of this night together impressively.
Inside, outside, start to finish.
stage for an encore, SRC founder and keyboardist Glenn hit the keys, and the
eternal notes of “Black Sheep” again flowed like streaming colours into the
air. The guitars sliced harmonically through the river of sound and another
version of the song was heard. The band had gone full circle, and the two
versions of “Black Sheep” held the magic of this night together impressively.
Inside, outside, start to finish.
It was an exhilarated, loquacious crowd
that gathered after the show in the club’s lobby. Retro-Kimmer and I, along
with a few others, were invited to Como’s Restaurant to hang with the band and
enjoy conversation, food and spirits, and to there we walked, about a block
away. This was great! So my earlier flashbacks as prophetic signs had been spot
on. What a night!
that gathered after the show in the club’s lobby. Retro-Kimmer and I, along
with a few others, were invited to Como’s Restaurant to hang with the band and
enjoy conversation, food and spirits, and to there we walked, about a block
away. This was great! So my earlier flashbacks as prophetic signs had been spot
on. What a night!
After exchanging farewells, I stepped
outside. No sooner had I fired up my cigarette, inhaled its cool menthol flavor
and exhaled into the starry night sky, my driver appeared. As I entered the
vehicle, it suddenly registered that my chauffeur looked familiar. Our eyes met
in the rear-view mirror as an ear-to-ear grin spread across his face….Satori
Circus!
outside. No sooner had I fired up my cigarette, inhaled its cool menthol flavor
and exhaled into the starry night sky, my driver appeared. As I entered the
vehicle, it suddenly registered that my chauffeur looked familiar. Our eyes met
in the rear-view mirror as an ear-to-ear grin spread across his face….Satori
Circus!
“Bonsoir Madame!” “Bonsoir Monsieur!” my
eyes opening saucer round.
eyes opening saucer round.
“Where to next?” he quizzed. “What time is
it?” I inquired. “It can be any time you desire,” was his reply. Satori Circus
then handed me a business card with the wording: TRANS-LOVE ENERGIES UNLIMITED,
and beneath this heading was the phrase “Gets You There On Time”.
it?” I inquired. “It can be any time you desire,” was his reply. Satori Circus
then handed me a business card with the wording: TRANS-LOVE ENERGIES UNLIMITED,
and beneath this heading was the phrase “Gets You There On Time”.
“You’re kidding—a business card from the
White Panther Party for time-travel?” I jokingly remarked.
White Panther Party for time-travel?” I jokingly remarked.
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Scott Richardson and SRC
“It represents much more than that,
Mischa,” came his reply, as he pulled into the hotel drive. “When you’re up to
traveling, call me at the 313 anytime.” I exited the auto, went up to my room,
poured myself a drink and within moments, I was fast asleep.
Mischa,” came his reply, as he pulled into the hotel drive. “When you’re up to
traveling, call me at the 313 anytime.” I exited the auto, went up to my room,
poured myself a drink and within moments, I was fast asleep.
Column made by Michele Dawn Saint Thomas /
2012
2012
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