1957

     How does the mind work?  What jogs your memory and directs it a certain way?
     I live in the Clifford Estates, Panyu, Guangzhou, China and ride the free bus shuttle constantly as a perk to living here.  It's free transportation and I benefit from using it.
     The other evening I was sitting on the shuttle bus surrounded by the scores of Chinese residents of Clifford with no directed thoughts in my mind.  In the front of the bus, just above the front entrance is a digital read-out clock.  It reads in military time, with a full 24 hour setting.
     As I was sitting there the clock changed from 19:56 to 19:57, which of course means 7:57 PM to western eyes.  But to me 19:57 became 1957.  That number jumped out at me like God had been talking to me.
     I felt like Jim Carrey in the movie "Bruce Almighty" where God talked to his character through the digital road sign.
     My mind spun back to my time playing music with The Diamonds.  1957 was the year that "Little Darlin'" was number one in the US, selling 8 million copies.  I heard that date every night, or I should say every show that The Diamonds played.  It was part of the dialogue on stage.
Little Darlin' by The Diamonds

     For the rest of that ride on the bus, even though I was in an atmosphere far removed from American Graffitti I thought about my friends and former bandmates as that bus bumped along.  I had worked originally with John Felton, who died in 1982 in a plane crash while we were playing in Nevada.  But, that's another story for another day.
The Diamonds



     

Up Here With Me

  In 1974-5-6 my family and I were living in Eugene, Oregon. I had just gotten off the road working with my group Johnny Golden and the Family Jewels and I was looking to continue in music but in a creative, current way.  Johnny Golden had been a success built on the 50s craze which raged because of the film American Graffiti, and the spin-off TV series, Happy Days.  But, any success I might have with that group was a derivative success built on a music, although very fun, was in the past.     So, my friend Jeff Patterson  Jeff Patterson's blog and I set about to shape music which we would create from fresh musical experimentation and inspiration coming from more contemporary sources.  We met some people and jammed around a bit, but nothing seemed to be working.  I was working in Valley River Shopping Center where there was a music store.  One of the clerks there, Lee Smith, had a few friends, all ex-navy guys from the aircraft carrier, Enterprise, who were looking to put together an original music group, too.
     So, Jeff and I went to a practice one evening and met Greg Nance and Tom Kinsey and we messed with musical combinations.  Lee played hammond organ, Greg-guitar, Tom and Jeff played drums, and I played bass for this configuration.
     I don't know the exact progression, but we jammed a bit then I introduced "Told You Twice" which I had written while I was still in Johnny Golden.  The second tune I taught them was this one, "Up Here With Me".

Up Here With Me Video

     How this song came about was through a bit of daydreaming which most people might identify with.  For me, I had had a few different out of body experiences when I was teenage and beyond.  Especially when I was young I had this phenomenon and it left me with strange feelings.  One such time (of which I cannot speak in depth) I had a dream which paralleled a publicly heralded police incident.  It was as if I had been there, but I don't believe that I really had been there.  This is still an unsolved mystery to me.
     The opening phrase was very real and remains very real to me, "my mind is floating through the window, I'm a million miles from here" was written in the front room of my apartment as I was thinking about places far from there, the Himalayan Mountains, to which I imagined.
     This was truly a song made for a video.  The entire song is etherial.  If you listen carefully in portions you will hear wind chimes in the mix, an overdub that gives a true haunting feeling.
     Musically speaking, I was going beyond the normal pop song style.  Lots of minor mode sorts of things were here.  Upon careful examination I have seen in this a familiar musical melody which reoccurs often in my writing many years to come.  The jump of a minor seventh happens here as it does in a few later songs.
     But, what really catches my ear now is the final vocal high note.  Ending the song songs on a ninth chord with the main voice holding the ninth is not a common occurrence.  Actually, that note happened in the studio and was a total surprise even to me.  I didn't know it until I did it, which is something that has also followed me in my singing career.  Doing the unexpected.

     A little about the video:  The song was recorded in Eugene, Oregon at Raspberry Studios.  As written above I was the sole writer of music and lyrics.  The recording was a group effort by ME which was Jeff Patterson, Greg Nance, Lee Smith, Tom Kinsey, and myself.
     The compilation of photos you see in the video are an interesting photo montage of musical history primarily shared between Jeff and myself.  Jeff was always the keeper of the camera and historian.
     The first photo is of the second lineup of ME which included Dave, the bass player, who replaced me on bass and I took over on keyboards and rhythm guitar.
     A bit further along was a photo of Bee Bumble and the Stingers (who after a name change became Johnny Golden and the Family Jewels).  From left: Liz, Jeff, Lyle Annis, Don Patterson, and Taco (short for his Japanese name.......we sang "Smoke On The Water" in Japanese)
     A photo further along was in our group's recording studio singing background bits for "Marshall's Madness" another of my tunes that we recorded.
     A photo of guitar teacher:  Jack Frances.
     A photo of Jeff and my long time friend and brilliant musician:  Steve Elmer aka Mike Stands.
     A photo of The Diamonds performing in Sparks, Nevada for an outdoor gig.
     A photo of The Diamonds while in Malaysia.  Kota Kinabalu
     A photo of Juju Lund, a long time friend during a piano lesson.
     A photo of The Diamonds:  Steve Elmer, Bob Janssen (only for the publicity photo....ha ha), myself, and Jeff.


For more Dave Janssen music try:  "Julia"  Julia on Jango Radio

Please forgive me all who I have forgotten your last names.  :) I have always been bad with names. 

Hong Kong: Tourist Visa

In years past I had landed in Hong Kong a few times.  In the early 1980s I had performed with "The Diamonds" in southeast Asia and had been at the old Hong Kong airport on the way, both going and coming from Singapore.  But, I had never really seen Hong Kong at the street level.  From the old airport all I had seen during my flights in the 80s were tall apartment buildings with black, or grey mold which looked very depressing.  I think that is the result of the wet tropical air and pollution which looked rather peculiar to a man who had only seen temperate zone weathering, mostly in Oregon and California.

But, now I was going to arrive at the new airport and follow the plan put forward by the SSIS human resource department.  Because I was coming "as soon as possible" to take on this job I would do it under the rules set forward by their elementary principal.

The school had paid for my flight to Hong Kong and a three day stay in a nice hotel while I went through the process of obtaining my Chinese visitor visa.  Of course this bothered me in that I was going to come into this foreign country and work for a month under a tourist visa which I knew was not kosher.  But, who was I to counter their orders.  I was this American with no background in working long term in China.  I assumed that this must be par for the course.

I landed at Hong Kong International Airport and retrieved my two pieces of luggage.  I had taken my guitar on the plane as a carry on, so I now had these two luggage pieces plus my guitar.  This was more tricky than I had thought it might be and I was all alone.  When you land in Hong Kong the first thing you must do, after going through customs is to exchange money.  So, off I went to the exchange counter to get a reasonable amount of Hong Kong dollars for getting around in the next few days.

My stay at the hotel was paid for, but I had to get there first.  The new Hong Kong International airport is built on an island and is quite a ways from the main part of the city.  So, the way to get there easiest is by way of the train, a part of the subway system.  Again, I had to maneuver my suitcases and guitar after I took them from the pushcart.  The nice thing about my luggage is that hey have great rollers on the bottom.  If that were not true I would be in having big problems with their bulk.  I set one right next to the other and propelled them forward with my guitar in my other hand.  I lucky that the speed train had not been crowded and that it had a luggage area on each car to stow my suitcases.  Airport Express

When I arrived at Admiralty Station  Hong Kong Transit Map  it was time to get off the train rails and trade them for taxi wheels. There was a queue for taxis and I had my hotel information on my itinerary which had the street address for my hotel.   That was where the awkwardness of my luggage and guitar got a bit too much.  I had to pull and push these items along avoiding bumps that might overturn them.  Let it be said that it took a little while to make it to my taxi for the trip to the hotel.

Old Hong Kong is built on hills and my hotel was in this district.  The roads twisted and turned until I made it to nearly the top.  I paid the taxi, and was assisted into the hotel, checked in, and went to my room.  The room I had was rather small which is quite normal for Hong Kong.  I wasn't there for a vacation, but rather for obtaining that all important visa.  Immediately upon arrival I had asked for information as to how to get to the Chinese visa building.  Because all, or most all of the taxi drivers speak Mandarin I had to have directions written down to get me to my destination the next day.

My view from the 9th floor of the hotel overlooked what?  The street and hillside of this part of Hong Kong was like a beehive of interconnected lives, businesses, and activity.  To the left from my window you could see the winding road from which I had arrived.  Above that was a steep hillside which was held back by a high concrete wall.  Slightly to the right of that were apartment buildings reaching 20 floors upward.  From my window I could see the goings on of some of these apartments with residents going about their daily lives.  There was a rooftop swimming pool on one shorter building and a tennis court on another.  Straight across from me was the beginning of small businesses which winded serpentine up  and to the right.  These included boutiques, barbers, small grocery stores, etc.  Some of these "stores" were not much larger than a door with their kitchen or working place spreading back into the interior.  

I set out to explore the area nearby the hotel.  I went to the front desk and asked where I might find some cafes where I could eat.  Walking the streets of Hong Kong was to be my exercise for the days to come.  This area of Hong Kong has features which are very curious.  About a hundred yards to the right of my hotel was a covered stairway/escalator which went down the side of the hill first one block down, then another, then another.  The hillside was nearly a 45 degree angle incline, so normal walking of this could quickly tire certain people.  The escalator was created to go down at one time of day when the foot traffic was going to work and upward when the foot traffic was returning home in the PM of the day.  Clever!  

The next day was my visa run day.  I got up early and, using my Mandarin directions on the back of the hotel's business card and took a taxi to the Chinese visa building.  When I arrived I was greeted by a long double line that almost went the whole block.  There were a host of different types of people who were in the line, but the first thing I needed to do was go to the front of the line and get a form from one of the Chinese attendants standing there.  I then returned to the rear of the line and proceeded to fill out the form with the help of my passport, etc.  The line moved very slowly which I didn't understand until I got into the active processing room.  Meanwhile I stood next to a Chinese man who had great American quality English.  He was from southern California and he had moved there years ago seeking work and now visiting his family in Shenzhen.  But, he was just one of many different stories that I overheard.  There were many British, Australian, Indian, and other nationalities who were visiting China for a host of reasons.  Chinese Visa Office in Hong Kong

I finally made it to the front of the line where all belongings were put through the security X-ray machine.  I picked up my change, watch, and other metal objects and went into the elevator to take me to floor five.  When I got there it looked a bit like a modern horse racing betting room.  There were 10 windows with professional looking Chinese women seated taking the customers as their numbers came up on the electric sign above there stations.  "Now serving # 104, etc, etc, etc" I had been told before arriving that I needed 8 passport sized photos of myself and would now give those, my passport, the filed document to one of these women when my number came up.

I've never been good for waiting, but this was an essential that had to be dealt with for my entry into China, so it was not my place to complain.  In the back of my mind was still the factor of my being a tourist but working full time.  Could this have negative repercussions?  But, now I left the Chinese visa office without my passport, to return 48 hours later prior to my flight to Shanghai and ultimately Suzhou, China.  As trusting as I am it was a little scary to have my all important passport taken from me, but that is part of the process.

I went back to the hotel and looked for ways to pass the time.  One thing that did creep into my mind was the fact that only a month later I was going to have to return to Hong Kong and do this whole procedure over again in order to secure a working visa.

I was lucky that good friends of mine from Guam had recently moved to Hong Kong from the same school that I had left.  They had found teaching jobs in an international school in Kowloon, a district to the north of Hong Kong.  So, the next day I set out to meet them at the school and get a guided tour of the facilities.  It was wonderful seeing them.  They are both musicians and we had worked many years together on many different dramatic and musical projects.  I was given a full tour of their beautiful school.  It was different from a US school in that the school was stacked upward with the rooftop space used for athletic courts and playgrounds.

We finished the evening with dinner and photos of ourselves reunited.  Then, it was back to the hotel in preparation for the next day of visa pickup and off to the airport.

I got up early and made my way to the hotel cafe where I made use of the free breakfast offered with the hotel stay.  The room was filled with mostly British people although I saw a tall elderly couple which was German.  After breakfast I prepared for the day, packed, and took my luggage down to the concierge to keep until I finished at the visa bureau.  I caught my taxi once again and this time got into the line for "pickup".  This line was much shorter than the long queue I had dealt with two days before.  I again went through security, up the elevator, and into the visa room.  I had been given a specific time to arrive and I now checked in with the Chinese visa official who gave me a number to be projected on the LED sign.  This whole process went much faster than the first day and I was happy to get my tourist visa prior to my flight in the afternoon.

With the visa in hand I now took a taxi back to the hotel, picked up my luggage, and using the same taxi went off to the train station for transporting to the airport.   Everything was in reverse of my arrival.  I was a bit nervous now knowing that I was truly on my way to China, by myself.