Oct 4, 2018

Dave Kikoski - Persistent Dreams (1992)

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Hi all, Thought some of you might appreciate a look at the liner notes written for this album by Walter which he also produced. I enjoyed them. Album sounds great, Roger Nichols engineering, some great players as well. This is the type of info I miss with streaming and download services! Best all

 

 

 

Oct 10, 2018Edited: Oct 10, 2018

D Pot, thanks for this; I had never seen these! WB was quite the master of this particular form, wouldn't you say? A liner note black-belt. Come to think of it, a collection of his notes would be pretty cool, and good clean (?) fun.

 

But back to your right-on observation; the medium IS the message (or lack thereof). And for that matter and for whatever reason, we all could use (or would enjoy ) beefing up the rich mental maps of musical associations and contexts that the “legacy media” (lol!) naturally served up but that, as you observe, we don't really get anymore.

 

In that vein, high on our wish-list for this site is to compile an exhaustive list of Becker’s production credits…a comprehensive list apparently does not yet exist. AllMusic might to have the largest, but still incomplete. Other sites have just a few. And lots of redundancy too: e.g. two credits for Song X, but one is simply the same song but now part of an anthology or collection.

 

In any case, most people know Flying Cowboys, or China Crisis, or Michael Franks…but few realize just how many artists WB produced, and collectively, the range of style and sensibility they present (how about his productions for friend and Kirtian superstar Krishna Das? His list of productions is full of little surprises, and great musicians you may not know).

 

He was particularly drawn to jazz musicians who had not gotten the attention he believed they deserved…or, just as frequently, artists who simply needed a good-sounding record of their work. He produced quite a few sides for SD band members as well (and often recruited the Roger Nichols' or the Peter Erskines or the Dean Parks for his projects…the artists he produced usually got A-team support ).

 

But alas,compiling that list is a project . That’s a bitch of a project. That’s the Mother of all — ok, basta. Something else that makes the task substantial is that ideally, someone would have something to say about each release or artist — just a few lines of context, to start.

 

Even though we think this could turn into a pretty cool thread/database, this project would be just too much to bite off just now …but... should someone become inspired to start such a listing, we wouldn’t throw her/him/them out with the coffee grinds. ("Ah HA! Here it is! She’s finally putting us to work—I knew it! Nothin’s free in this world…”)

 

Seriously, maybe something like this could be crowd sourced...a post that grows by your contribution, which might be but a single credit. Hmmmmm….

 

Thanks again D Pot for the eagle eye — love seeing things that are new to me and most...

Oct 18, 2018

Count me in for help with a production list!! Where to start though? Happy to do a merge of Allmusic, Discogs and others on to a spreadsheet and include any other info from internet trawling I can find, as well as get rid of the duplicates / redundant information. Maybe that's a start that would help?

Oct 20, 2018Edited: Oct 20, 2018

A start that would help? Heck man, that would be darn-near whole ball-game! Seriously, anything you would do in that direction would certainly be more than helpful. Getting even a portion of that database online would go a long way towards reestablishing some of that "cross-referencing" that music lovers really appreciate!

 

EDIT: please keep in touch on this project! - use the email address at the bottom of the FAQ page

Oct 21, 2018

I'm happy to contribute to this project, given my obsessive collection of all things Donald and Walter. Following is my list of WB productions of other artists. I noted where he is not the sole producer. I've always believed this list to be complete, but it will be great if I learn about others as a result of this project!

 

Bob Bangerter, "Looking at the Bright Side", 1991, DSM051 (co-producer).

Jeff Beal, "Objects in the Mirror", 1991, Triloka.

John Beasley, "Cauldron", 1992, Windham Hill Jazz.

John Beasley, "A Change of Heart", 1993, Windham Hill Jazz.

China Crisis, "Flaunt the Imperfection", 1985, Virgin (an expanded version of this with unreleased music came out last year).

China Crisis, "Diary of a Hollow Horse", 1989, Virgin (an expanded version of this also came out several years ago).

Pete Christlieb/Warne Marsh Quintet, "Apogee", 1978, Warner Bros. co-produced with Donald. (expanded version came out a few years ago).

Krishna Das, "All One", 2005, Triloka.

Donald Fagen, "Kamakiriad", 1993, Reprise.

Fra Lippo Lippi, "Light and Shade", 1987, Virgin.

Michael Franks, "Blue Pacific", 1990, Reprise.

Rickie Lee Jones, "Flying Cowboys", 1989, Geffen.

Dave Kikoski, "Persistent Dreams", 1992, Triloka.

Marty Krystall, unreleased album, 1992, Windham Hill Jazz (one song was released on a compilation called "Commotion 2").

Andy Laverne, "Pleasure Seekers", 1991, Triloka.

Andy Laverne, "Double Standard", 1993, Triloka.

Leeann Ledgerwood, "You Wish", 1991, Triloka.

Lost Tribe, self-titled, 1993, Windham Hill Jazz.

Roger Rosenberg, "Baritonality", 2009, Sunnyvale.

Bob Sheppard, "Tell Tale Signs", 1991, Windham Hill Jazz.

The Singing Mongooses, self-titled, 1993, Alahao (exec. producer).

Jeremy Steig, "Jigsaw", 1992, Triloka.

Lucy Schwartz, song called "Beautiful" on sound track to The Women, 2008, Verve/Forecast (co-producer).

Oct 22, 2018

O yes there's a whole new batch of good karma flying around his week— yes there is!  Thanks, Tony! it’s a damn good list.

 

So D pot, shall we assume you will be taking down the contributions posted on this thread? It's a matter of tabulating I guess. A spreadsheet has some advantages but...not many for this type of thing …in fact, text would probably be best, require no reformatting to get into a post, and easily expandable as text. It's up to you ["you" being the person who will be doing the tabulating].

 

Ideally at some point people will be able to post contributions about individual albums and artists (oooo just thinking about the bloom of listening impressions/wisdom here is giving me the grins). And Becker wrote the liner notes for some number of these, which will be good contributions as well.

 

Not sure what form this collection will take, post-wise — but we’ll figure out some method that isn’t a post-an-album, but preserves legibility as contributions start to add up.

 

Would anyone like to nominate oneself to be the record keeper? At this point I imagine it would be simply pulling the title info and any notes or background one may have in-hand, and adding them to your list in text format while we figure out how best to post when we have something we consider a “master list” .  

 

Fantastic, folks…much gratitude. This group includes musicians that deserve to have their work resurrected, even if only as an entry in some public list.

 

 

Oct 22, 2018

Hi. Sure I’ll merge the contributions here with other sources. Thanks for the starter Tony.

 

Will put some sort of file together to capture the info. Maybe txt is better as you say! Be good to capture the supporting info as well. I’ve got some of the cd’s but by no means all.

 

Will keep in touch with you with updates.

 

 

 

 

Oct 22, 2018

I am glad to see the work you guys are putting into this. It's one of the areas of my fandom where I've been seriously lacking knowledge!

Jan 12Edited: Jan 12

The tracks that are on Spotify have been added to a "Walter Becker - Producer" playlist. Unfortunately, most of the Triloka and Windham Hill Jazz albums aren't currently on Spotify. This list includes albums where Walter is listed as co-producer as well, so Everything Must Go and Two Against Nature are in there as well.

 

 

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