I'm so happy you have a Substack! I loved your memoir "Last Chance Texaco" so much I never wanted it to end. Looking forward to reading more of your wonderful prose. Yay!!
Awwhhh yes, the fish sticks on Fridays in the desert is a far away thought for me, as well. Mother's of Catholic, that convenience of frozen and canned food. Perhaps my mother didn't know much about cooking. Although, she fought hard for her existence so fish sticks it was.
You were the first inspiring artist I had ever listened to! Your RLJ “Chuck is in Love” was my very first album. Still catch myself singing, “Danny’s All-Star Joint” with a smile and giggle as it brings back precious memories of a time that once was exciting and boundless. Your riffs of scat were so original with such a natural ability of range, volume and textures, I was blown away. Each song was SO different with interesting, emotional topics, I always wondered what it was you saw and experienced that drove you to create them. You certainly broke the mold! I believe the success of your originality to vocally risk and explore opened the door for future artists. (You and Ella were staples for me in that respect.)
There’s also a bit of darkness (risky topics at that time) in certain songs of yours, so I always wondered what it was you were thinking about, and did you face any producer push back?
Ahhhh Rickie Lee . . . . your memoir was breathtaking, like your music it sang to me and I could not stop listening. The benefit of audiobook being able to hear your story in your own voice. To have more of your thoughts and musings is a gift. Safe travels and keep up the wonderful work.
I grew up (a little) next to Phoenix, in the 50’s, in Glendale, where we were lucky enough to have bean tostadas or cheese enchiladas for Friday school meals. I still seek that taste of comfort of freedom from the chaos of my family, that was the school lunch room. In my 70’s I heard about a dish called enfritolada, and sought it out, and remembered.
I'm so happy you have a Substack! I loved your memoir "Last Chance Texaco" so much I never wanted it to end. Looking forward to reading more of your wonderful prose. Yay!!
I totally agree, so why leave my own comment 😉
I love the way you think & then write. Like how you can find me in any sold out crowd & look at me... directly in the eye. ❤️🏴☠️🔥
I love the Lowell George reference. Long Distance Love is a great song.
"The French fries made them tolerable." Almost... haha
Love you
Awwhhh yes, the fish sticks on Fridays in the desert is a far away thought for me, as well. Mother's of Catholic, that convenience of frozen and canned food. Perhaps my mother didn't know much about cooking. Although, she fought hard for her existence so fish sticks it was.
You were the first inspiring artist I had ever listened to! Your RLJ “Chuck is in Love” was my very first album. Still catch myself singing, “Danny’s All-Star Joint” with a smile and giggle as it brings back precious memories of a time that once was exciting and boundless. Your riffs of scat were so original with such a natural ability of range, volume and textures, I was blown away. Each song was SO different with interesting, emotional topics, I always wondered what it was you saw and experienced that drove you to create them. You certainly broke the mold! I believe the success of your originality to vocally risk and explore opened the door for future artists. (You and Ella were staples for me in that respect.)
There’s also a bit of darkness (risky topics at that time) in certain songs of yours, so I always wondered what it was you were thinking about, and did you face any producer push back?
Didn’t grow up catholic but I loved me some fish sticks when I was a kid. Dipped in tartar sauce of course.
Ahhhh Rickie Lee . . . . your memoir was breathtaking, like your music it sang to me and I could not stop listening. The benefit of audiobook being able to hear your story in your own voice. To have more of your thoughts and musings is a gift. Safe travels and keep up the wonderful work.
Love to see you here, Rickie! 🌸
Jefferson Airplane!
Oooooh, Rickie, I love your memories and your photo. Sweetness shared, sweeter still.
They appeared in the UK when I was a kid, labelled as 'Fish Fingers'. The product that is, not me. "Welcome to Substack!" he said, hastily...
I grew up (a little) next to Phoenix, in the 50’s, in Glendale, where we were lucky enough to have bean tostadas or cheese enchiladas for Friday school meals. I still seek that taste of comfort of freedom from the chaos of my family, that was the school lunch room. In my 70’s I heard about a dish called enfritolada, and sought it out, and remembered.
Just what the doctor ordered, and the co-pay is passing it on!!!!! Thank You!!!