September Song

August 31, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets · Comment 
The Silvertones

The Silvertones

When I was a young man I wanted to change the world. Now that I am young no longer I want the world to change. When I was just back from serving in Korea I played with a dance band called The Silvertones. One of our most requested numbers from people of the “older generation” was a song called September Song. The old couples would come out on the dance floor and snuggle close.  Here is the lyric.

“Oh, it’s a long, long time from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you
These precious days, I’ll spend with you,”

In this busy, troubled world it just might help if we’d all take a time out and snuggle and think about that lyric.

Helping and Getting Help

August 23, 2014 · Posted in Weekly Memo · Comment 

 

... a helping hand...

… a helping hand…

Some folks give us a helping hand along the way, others give us a giant push upward and sometimes we get to stand on the shoulders of giants. It might be as simple as a kind word when you need one or a pat on a shoulder that lets us know we are following the right path. I have never met a truly self-made man. I have met several who took all the credit though. For these past few weeks I have been examining the work I have done in these past years and I am truly amazed at what I have discovered.  That is, that there were an awful lot of unselfish, kind hearted, generous, loving people who have helped me in some way with almost every important step I have taken in my career. Another thing I am learning too is that in many instances I have been able to have a strong impact on the lives of those who have helped me. I don’t recall ever setting out to pay back or get even or show appreciation though. Life just turned out that way. What is that expression…”What goes around comes around.” Yes, well is sure does. My research has made me feel pretty good about the way people have treated me and how I have treated them, although there are some that I could never really repay. Anyway, I would like to thank all of you who have helped me along the way. And I will keep on trying to help others too on their journey. 

Coughin’ Like Doc Holiday Did

August 18, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets · 1 Comment 

dentistI had a root canal done last week and something like that starts a guy to thinking. As I sat in the dentist chair it sort of reminded me of the time I had this really bad cough and it wouldn’t go away.  Finally, in desperation I went to a doctor’s office and sat in a big room with a load of suffering people waiting to see the doctor. We all had an appointment for 9 A.M.  By the time I got home from that doctor’s office I had written a song titled I’m Coughin’ Like Doc Holiday Did Just Before He Died.” One of the lines goes, “The things a fella thinks about when he doesn’t know what’s wrong could fill a book and still have plenty left to write a song.” So as I sat in that dentist’s chair I was thinking about a lot of things and one of them was about a sister-in-law who died recently from soft tissue cancer. They discovered she had cancer when she had a tooth pulled and the gum did not heal. The instance that popped into my mind I popped it right out again and would not let it hang around. I instantly went back to the thought of that Doc Holiday song of mine and the fact that the doctor had me well in a week and I lived happily ever after.  No pain at the dentist’s office at all and I feel like a new man.  Oh…the things a fella thinks of when he doesn’t know what’s wrong…I guess we have all done a lot of that in our business and personal lives…

Genius?

August 10, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets, Weekly Memo · Comment 

brain“What is genius?” That is a question that came into my mind recently and here are some responses I discovered.

“Genius? It is the power to be a boy again at will.” J. M. Barrie

“Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man’s physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.” Charles Baudelaire

“Some of Shakespeare’s fellow playwrights, like Christopher Marlowe, did have university degrees, but the fact is that many of the greatest authors in history never set foot in college. Geniuses are geniuses precisely because they do not play by the ordinary rules.” Paul Cantor

“Genius is the ability to reduce the complicated to the simple.” C. W. Ceran

In my search for something else, I came upon this site www.megafoundation.org

I selected just a few of the quotes on genius that reached out and grabbed me by the neck and rubbed my nose in them..

So often researchmight be a Ho Hum experience but this experience really fired up my imagination. That is why I thought I’d share it.

Are you a genius? Here is a little bit from one of my songs that might get you started. “Let that little kid come out in me. Let me chase a butterfly, let me climb a tree. Let me mess my hair and giggle out in glee, let that little kid come out in me.”

If you are reading this would you do me a favor. I’m curious. Who would you classify as a genius living today? Sent your reply to me at artfettig@aol.com. Thank you.

So Blessed

August 3, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets · Comment 

hillEquidistant from the ocean and the mountains, here in Hillsborough, North Carolina I truly feel blessed. No snow to speak of and almost every form of music you could think of is available. The other afternoon I was driving up this long, long hill on Orange Grove Road to our home  I climbed higher and higher and then on up my driveway I tried to get a true prospective as to altitude and, by golly, I am living near the top of a sort of mountain. It has taken me just fifteen years to make that observation. What is that expression, “He couldn’t see the forest for the trees.” Well, I guess you might say I overlooked the fact that I was on this mountain because of the trees. At the end of our little road you can observe a glorious sunset and driving towards town there is this awesome view where you can see downhill for miles and miles. I guess that is why our town is called Hillsborough. Maybe with a bit of a stretch they might have called it Mountain View. Whatever. I do love it so.

Computer Snafus

July 28, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets · 1 Comment 

computerI was having a little problem with my computer figuring out how I could attach a book file to an e-mail and feeling dumb that the answer didn’t just pop into this head of mine when I looked online at some of the news.  The different government agencies in Washington seem to be having problems with their computers too. The V. A. records seem to be in chaos. The IRS claims problems with computers holding vital information have been crashing. The State Department’s global database for issuing travel documents is experiencing problems, resulting in major delays for potentially millions of people around the world waiting for U.S. passports and visas, officials said Wednesday.  The folks running Social Security Disability programshave spent many millions of dollars and apparently are now admitting that it hasn’t accomplished much if anything and I don’t want to talk about computers and Obamacare. I wouldn’t know where to start.

So, all in all I figure I am in pretty good shape.  I can recall when computers were first introduced at the railroad where I was employed. At first, none of the department heads wanted to have anything to do with them. About a decade later they had found some acceptance but nobody trusted them. The problem was they had a tendency to crash when you needed the information they contained. Decades later they have become reasonably dependable.

Now here we are well into the 21st Century and billions of dollars later and Washington still hasn’t figured out how to handle information and hang onto it competently.  Sure makes my little problems seem insignificant.

Gallery of Memories

July 21, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets, Weekly Memo · Comment 

booksI recently dedicated the inside wall of my office to hanging photos of those who have most influenced my life. It started out with one photo and then two and right now it holds about twenty-five. I have started putting this collection together and organizing a book titled Touching Lives. My life has been so blessed with wonderful friends and mentors, teachers and associates throughout my career. This has been a real eye-opening experience for me.  Names keep popping up that I have overlooked. Names  I’d forgotten or  what they have done for me that truly influenced my career for the better. I’ve made a number of efforts to paste my  past together such as a chronological list of the events in my past. Many of my books include material about different times in my speaking and writing career and some of my fiction books include instances of things that happened, or that I wished had happened. It is strange how many kind deeds from others you might encounter as you walk down memory lane.

A Family Thing

July 14, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets, Weekly Memo · Comment 
... knock at the door.

… knock at the door.

I was sitting on the bed watching TV in that hundred room motel and there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it and it was the cleaning lady and she smiled and said, “Maybe later?” I said, “O.K. now.” and welcomed her in and she entered, followed by her husband and their two teenage boys. They all took their assigned positions and smiled at me and I asked, “Family?” and they all laughed and nodded. They were from India and in all my life I had never seen such teamwork in action. They all knew their assignments and worked with such passion and precision that they almost immediately had that room in perfect order. When the vacuum was turned on they all stepped out of the way and continued working. It was as if a time study expert had coached them and in no time they were on their way. I stood outside the room as they were about to leave and gave each of them applause and the #1 sign and then when #2 son departed I patted him on the back and thanked them all and their faces radiated with joy.

I went back in the room and thought about them… New Americans working together as a family with such joy and I just knew that those boys would go on to college and work hard to make this a better nation for us all.Isn’t that how America is supposed to work?

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So many Funerals

July 7, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets · 2 Comments 

considerThree funerals in just two weeks. It certainly reminds me of the fact that all of us are here just for a while and our daily challenge is to make the very best of it.  I have heard some wonderful eulogies in the past year but none was ever as moving asthose for my musical friend Greg Brayton. There was a sign on a store as we pulled into Coldwater, Michigan that read, “Closed for Greg Brayton’s funeral.”  The church was overflowing with those whose lives Greg had touched in some special way. Three ministers told of how Greg had been so special for them in their ministry, and for the whole congregation. Then they brought microphones down the aisles and many people from all places and walks of life gave moving reports on the special ways Greg had touched them.  I found myself joining in and sharing a memory of my own. There was the music… such wonderful music from a swelling choir from Greg’s high school days when Greg sang in this school chorus and traveled to Europe to perform with them. The final song, “Gratitude”,  written by Greg and accompanied by piano and two flutes was precious.  I could picture Greg back in his studio surrounded by his string instruments, his guitars, and a banjo and his console with so many wonderful synthesizers and I could hear him making those wonderful sounds of the flutes and the piano and the huge chorus and I knew that we would all take the words of Greg’s song home with us.  Gratitude.  We were all overcome with Gratitude that Greg Brayton had come into our lives.  The service ended with the Minister saying that if Greg could have witnessed this Celebration of Life he would have said “COOL”,  followed by the choir quietly singing Greg’s arrangement of “Be Still” as the recessional.

An Awesome Experience

June 29, 2014 · Posted in Nuggets · 1 Comment 
Greg and Art - Friends, Song Writers  and Pals

Greg and Art – Friends, Song Writers
and Pals

It must have been very early in 1997 that I first met Greg Brayton. I had written a song and had a melody hanging in my mind and, since I could not read or write music, and since I could not carry a tune all that well, I was having a problem capturing the music inside me. I took my challenge to a meeting of the Nashville Songwriters Assn. in Battle Creekwhere a man named Jim Oliver was in charge. When I read my lyric to the group many of the members suggested I see Greg Brayton. I called Greg, made an appointment and it changed my life. During a period from early 1997 thru 2001 we recorded a total of 62 songs. From that first session where we recorded my love song titled “You’re The Most Pathetic Person That I Have Ever Met,” I remained in complete awe of Greg’s musical talents. I can remember sitting in Greg’s studio driveway and envisioning hundreds of vocalists and musicians inside just ready to record a session. Together they could put together and perform just about any type of music you might conjure up. Of course Greg was all of those people in one. Greg was a musical genius and no matter what style of musical background I might request he could create an instant arrangement for my song and in a time frame of about 3 hours I would go home from the session with a cassette of my song and I was floating on a cloud over our accomplishment. If I said to him, “I hear strings right there,” he would reply, “How many do you want?” He could produce a single violinist or a full string section of violins, violas, cellos and basses. If I wanted, he could instantly work in something akin to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

I might say, “Greg, we are in this really smokey bar and it is about 1 AM. There is an old man sitting at an out of tune piano. He has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and I would read the lyric to him a few times and then he would Braille it. I’d try to sing it out the way I heard it in my head and maybe a minute later he was at his console feeding rhythmic piano chords onto a track on his recorder Then perhaps some rhythm instruments, bass, drums, cymbals. All this with synthesizers. Then he might go over to his guitar rack and add a couple of guitar tracks, maybe live bass. He might even put in a guitar or a banjo or some other solo and then when he had some wonderful background tracks put down he would go into his little section of the studio where he would do the vocals.  He might do it with one voice or maybe two or three. It might call for a male or a female voice.  He left me stunned the way he built up some of those songs with harmonies on vocals and a constant parade of innovations.  The first time we recorded he did a female voice and Greg came up with a voice like Archie Bunker’s wife, Edith, and he hit one of those screeching high notes.  He tried the high note and didn’t quite make it. He was using a reel to reel tape recorder back then and he backed the tape up and sang the high note again but as he did he reached over to the tape that was spinning on the reel and for that instant he slowed it down just a bit. As soon as he hit the note he released it to normal. He backed it up and played it and sure enough he hit that note right on.  I looked at that and said to myself, “This man is truly a genius.”

He proved that genius so many times in those precious sessions that followed.

We are packing to return to Coldwater, Michigan for his memorial service. Oh God, I will miss him.

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