(Copyright 2003 The Blacklisted Journalist)



What's more ballsy, going up to your mean ol? disrespectful Taliban-like boss and demanding more sixpence to your meager chump change salary, with a sledgehammer pound of your fist on the top of his desk--- seasoning it with a yell like Fred Flintstone? Or, endlessly pestering the most important and biggest record producer and talent scout of the day via phone, (and/or damn near camping out in front of the man's office), begging him to listen to your music, like you're the next best thing since Swiss cheese?

Well, if that record producer (and talent scout) was the late, great John Hammond---the same John Hammond who not only discovered Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan, but who also signed countless other notables like Count Basie, Lester Young, Charlie Christian, Billie Holiday, Aretha Franklin, the Four Tops and Pete Seeger, who all rose to success and stardom---then I would say pestering John Hammond would be more ballsy than pestering your mean ol? boss for a raise.

But sweet and humble singer, writer and producer Ned Massey did pester and harass Hammond until the legendary A&R man checked out Ned's stuff. And you know what? Hammond liked it! He started telling folks, "I'm wild about Massey!" He also said he had found 'the next Dylan, the next Springsteen." He started playing Massey's demo tape endlessly, expressing more than

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excitement about his latest "discovery." For Ned, acceptance by John Hammond was acceptance of the highest order. But did Ned get ballsier yet? He didn't get a chance to. Just as Hammond was in the studio recording Massey's album, Hammond suffered a stroke.

"He'd been in ill-health," Massey remembers. "We used to walk cross-town from the studio and on the way he would stop for his usual goodies, He'd buy a hot dog from a cart and we'd play pinball at the Broadway arcade. While we were working in the studio, he collapsed. I had to carry him down the stairs. His secretary had phoned for a cab and the cab was waiting at the door. We started out for Lenox Hill Hospital, but the driver, an old black man, was driving so slowly, I asked him if he could go any faster. He said if we didn't like the way he was driving, he would stop and let us catch another cab. He was enjoying himself listening to a jazz station and suddenly a Billie Holiday record came on. I told the driver:

"?Look! Do you like Billie Holiday? Well this is the man who signed Billie Holiday to a record contract. He also got a record contract for Count Basie and Lester Young and Aretha Franklin. He's sick! And he needs to get to the hospital fast!??

"And after that, the driver flew through the traffic!"

But Hammond never recovered from the stroke and died. That was in 1987. Without Hammond to champion his new "discovery? Massey's contract never got signed. Since then, Ned has continued singing, playing and recording---despite the lack of support from Hammond's employer, Columbia/CBS Records.  Immediately after Hammond's death, Massey relocated to Nashville and in 1991 recorded a work titled Almost Drowned for the Punch label there. He's been recording and performing at various venues throughout the years, bringing his brand of country/folk/rock to the masses. That's why A Brief Appearance, Massey's latest CD, is sort of an ironic title for a work, since the guy's been around for more than a minute.

With a poetic style of gentle strength in tone, as far as lyrics go, Massey presents us with subject matter ranging from Bosnia to Jesus. In other words, the man can write, and his skill in that area (as well as in catchy literate lines) is evinced in works like His Wife's Crazy Dream, Dangerous People (?Dangerous people get wrapped up in the flag") and Bosnia 1992 (with a chorus that cries: "Allah save us from the Christians"). Time and again, Massey presents us with the psychology of most of the whole damn planet, taking us on excursions into love and political shenanigans.

Musically, Massey opts for the folk/rock combination, with a drop of country. But he can change up here as well, because when you hear a piece like his The Waiter, your heart most certainly yells out Kurt Weill, occasioned by the melodic structure as well as the lyrics. Massey produced and engineered most of this work, with additional input on other tracks from Steve Keller, Roger Greenawalt and Terry Radigan. There's not an overabundant use of fancy sound textures on the production side, which is good, because Massey's lyrics and music are what should stand out on a work utilizing these types of genres.

I think that if John Hammond were around today he would still be proud of his discovery, Ned Massey. We don't have too many troubadour types like him roaming around the Earth these days, but Massey fits the category for his verse constructions alone, with his music following a close second. I like him.  ##



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