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    D Pot
    Oct 24, 2018

    Walter Becker Production Credits

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    Hi all,

     

    Following on from my earlier post. I'm going to try `and put a definitive list together of the above, and hopefully build to include liner notes, supporting players, artist comment and other supporting information. Clearly this will take a while!!

     

    Any input from any or all of you here would be really helpful. Be it either actual info or anecdotal that we can try and track down would be good. No piece of info is too small.

     

    We've had a great start already from Tony Favia which I've copied in below. Feel free to add to the post!

     

    Thanks

     

    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).

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    hourstuff
    Oct 24, 2018

    Perhaps we should also include his work on Rabbit Ears' 1993 production, 'Mose the Fireman'. There's not much in the way of Liner Notes for this one, but here's the pertinent stuff:

     

    "John Beasley and Steely Dan co-founder Walter Becker deliver a rousing score that brings to life the sights and sounds at the turn of the century."

     

    Music by Walter Becker & John Beasley

     

    Music composed by John Beasley and Walter Becker

     

    Music performed by Walter Becker, bass, banjo, and mandolin; John Beasley, piano and synthesizers; Steve Tavaglione, all horns; Steve Marchetti, drums and percussion

     

    Music produced by Walter Becker

     

    Music engineered by Roger Nichols with assistance from Dave Russell at Hyperbolic Sound, USA

     

    Walter Becker appears courtesy of Giant Records

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    Moderator: D-Mod
    Oct 25, 2018  ·  Edited: Oct 25, 2018

    Just realized -- Anthony Robustelli's recent Steely Dan FAQ has a whole chapter on Becker and Fagen as session musicians, songwriters, and producers, with entries (and info) for many of Becker's production titles! Unless someone gets to this earlier, I'll scan the chapter for you D Pot -- but not for at least another week or so. Maybe someone else has the book; it's chapter 20

     

    EDIT: Hang up a minute -- have sent pages to D Pot, who will let us know if they'll do ...

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    D Pot
    Oct 25, 2018

    Thanks hourstuff will include!

     

    D-Mod Yes pages from the book look good. Will go through it!

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