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The Saturday Morning Song Chronicles: Memoirs, Motown, and Music

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Paul Allen III has personal stories, insights, musical knowledge about the music business that will entertain, surprise and amuse.

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Pour yourself a cup and join world-renowned singer/songwriter Paul B Allen III as he takes you on a journey through his life-long love affair with music.
For over five decades, the world swooned at the rich, smooth, sexy tenor of Paul B Allen III – Number One hit songwriter and internationally acclaimed lead vocalist of Raw Sugar, The T-Byrd Gordon Band, and of course The Platters.
All across the world, Paul led show-stopping performances for Presidents and royalty – experiences from which he turned into The Saturday Morning Song Chronicles.
An intimate collection of personal vignettes, The Chronicles span a lifetime love affair with music – weaving Paul’s fascinating personal experiences with painstakingly and passionately researched facts and little-known trivia that bring the history of music right up to date.
From the albums and experiences that sparked Paul’s love of music as a teenager, to his interactions with superstars and world-leaders as a world-renowned vocalist, music lovers will be spellbound as they delve deep into the lyrical prose of The Saturday Morning Song Chronicles.

Manufacturing Sunshine


How did Mae West “influence a Motown hit? What theme song earned millions and millions for the writer? Who was the drummer on the hit song, “Dancin’ in the Streets”? Why learning Eartha Kitt’s personal history means you will never hear her music in the same way. Readers will find plenty of surprises and information in these pages.


“The Saturday Morning Song Chronicles: Memoirs, Motown, and Music” is more than a book. Paul Allen III has written a musical encyclopedia, with artist biographies, a primer on how the music business works and a video catalog all in one. It is full of fresh, funny, informative facts, opinions and video links; plus he shares personal knowledge that he acquired during his fifty years in the music business.


Allen provides a feast for music lovers of jazz, R&B, soul, Motown, pop, disco and more. This book is a treasure trove of stories about great artists such as Nancy Wilson, Otis Redding, James Brown, Luther Vandross, Hazel Scott, Peaches and Herb, Paul Anka, Berry Gordy, Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, Burt Bacharach and many others. He paints nuanced pictures of the artists as people with all their faults, foibles, kindnesses, personalities and histories.


He explains the business side of the music business as only an insider can. He corrects the pejorative, “One-Hit Wonders” by noting “to hit the Top 40 charts even once is to breathe rarified air. That one-time event can be life-changing, financially speaking.”


Allen offers insights into how music is made, musical statistics, how connections are formed, what makes a song or a singer great, what goes into producing a record, providing a road map leading you up to today’s music.


The chapters start with the stories, the insights, the lists of hits introducing the art and the artist. But Allen isn’t through. After offering musical information and personal backgrounds he cleverly provides the links to videos so you can experience the ‘live’ performance with the benefit of your newfound knowledge and insights.


Allen describes himself as, “…a happy guy…I have always manufactured my sunshine”. Lucky for us, he shares his sunshine and his vast musical and insider knowledge in this fascinating book.

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Book reviewer for the Lawrence Technological University library. Wayne State University 2009 HASTAC (Humanities, Arts, Science, and Technology Alliance and Collaboratory) scholar concentrating on digital storytelling WWII oral historian for the Yankee Air Museum. Tour director and public speaker,

Synopsis

Pour yourself a cup and join world-renowned singer/songwriter Paul B Allen III as he takes you on a journey through his life-long love affair with music.
For over five decades, the world swooned at the rich, smooth, sexy tenor of Paul B Allen III – Number One hit songwriter and internationally acclaimed lead vocalist of Raw Sugar, The T-Byrd Gordon Band, and of course The Platters.
All across the world, Paul led show-stopping performances for Presidents and royalty – experiences from which he turned into The Saturday Morning Song Chronicles.
An intimate collection of personal vignettes, The Chronicles span a lifetime love affair with music – weaving Paul’s fascinating personal experiences with painstakingly and passionately researched facts and little-known trivia that bring the history of music right up to date.
From the albums and experiences that sparked Paul’s love of music as a teenager, to his interactions with superstars and world-leaders as a world-renowned vocalist, music lovers will be spellbound as they delve deep into the lyrical prose of The Saturday Morning Song Chronicles.

Nancy Wilson

It was 1976. I was 23 years old, and if I remember correctly, it was a Monday afternoon.

I smiled as I walked toward The Record Plant, a recording studio in Hollywood. I had just made a discovery, and I could not have been more pleased with myself.

I heard a car pull up. I turned to watch as it stopped at the parking meter.

She got out. She was even more beautiful than her album covers would lead one to believe. She was thirty-nine years old and drop-dead gorgeous. She opened her purse, reaching for change as she stood next to the parking meter. Boldly, I decided to share my discovery with her.

“Put in a dime. It will get you the same time as a quarter will.” She looked at me. You know, the look that says, “I have no idea who you are or why you are talking to me or why I should believe you.” But she nodded to me, put in a dime, and got the same time on the meter as if she had dropped in a quarter. She turned to me and laughed. “You just saved me fifteen cents.”

I waited for her, and we headed toward the studio entrance together. I extended my hand. “Hi, I’m Paul Allen.” She smiled warmly and shook my hand. “Nancy Wilson.” I held the door of the studio recording room open for Ms. Wilson so that she could enter first. I got another sweet smile as she walked past me.

But her producer, Gene McDaniels, was not smiling. Not at me, anyway. He looked bothered by the fact that I was walking in with Nancy. His vibe was strange, and the tension was palpable, at least it was to me.

Didn’t he invite me to come today? I asked myself silently. Did I misunderstand? When he visited my father’s house this weekend, he said he was producing Nancy Wilson, and that we could come and watch.

Ah, we could come and watch. But there was no we. Only I had come. My father, whom Gene knew well (my grandfather and father had helped Gene get into the music business decades earlier), was unable to make the trip. I, whom Gene barely knew at all, was there, smiling, already buddies with the star he was producing. I was just some kid, crashing his party, who had found favor with this fabulous artist, and Gene did not take kindly to that notion.

Gene warmly greeted Nancy as she settled in next to him behind the large mixing board. He barely said two words to me. But if looks could kill?

I sat on the sofa located just in front of that board, whereas the mixing board itself sat on a platform or riser. I figured I had better be as quiet and as invisible as possible. I was embarrassed, but I could not retreat.

There was an artist in the recording portion of the studio, just behind the sizable soundproof window we all observed him through. He was playing one of those new keyboards called a synthesizer. The purpose was to give Nancy a modern jazzy sound to the track she was about to perform.

As we could all hear through the studio monitors as he played, this musician was remarkable. He finished, exited the soundproofed room, then stood next to me as I sat on the couch. We looked at each other, smiled and nodded in recognition.

I wanted to tell him so badly that I thought he had mad skills and that he just killed that synth part on the track, but I was sure as heck not going to say anything to him, for fear it would put Gene into labor.

(It was not until later that day when I stopped at Tower Records on Sunset Boulevard before heading back home to San Bernardino that I had a revelation. There was a section in the store featuring one artist, his latest album being displayed maybe eight across in four rows, with the artist’s face smiling from the album cover. The name of the album was Liberated Fantasies.

Man, this guy looks familiar, I thought. Then it hit me. It was the face I had just seen in the studio! That keyboard player who looked down at me, smiled, and nodded as I sat on the sofa was George Duke, and I had just witnessed him performing musical magic on the Nancy Wilson album called This Mother’s Daughter.)

Next, Nancy was up, but before she went through the door into the actual recording area, Gene said, “Listen, I will be glad to clear the studio while you do your vocals.” I felt the dagger in my heart. Jesus, this guy wants to get rid of me. Maybe I should go, I thought.

But in that very moment, Nancy Wilson made me fall head over heels in love with her.

She could see what was happening. She looked at me for a moment; then, she turned to Gene and said, “I’m a pro. I perform in front of people every day. Having someone in the studio while I record is no big deal at all.”

“Are you sure?” Gene continued, “Because I have no problem clearing the studio.”

Man—is he ever pushing the issue!

Nancy just smiled and said again, “No need. Everything’s fine.”

After returning to San Bernardino later that night, my father asked me how things went on my visit to the studio.

I told him everything was fantastic.

The moral of this story?

It is incredible what a person will do for you if you save them fifteen cents.

I love you, Nancy Wilson. You were a class act, even when the rest of the world was not watching.


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Referenced Videos:


“A Lot of Living to Do”

https://bit.ly/3cpuWmF


“The Sweetest Sounds”

https://bit.ly/2MnFCrf


About the author

Paul B Allen III is a Renaissance man. He has written songs that have been number 1 on the charts in America and Europe, has been the lead singer of one of the greatest vocal groups of all time, the Platters, and has authored five books, including the recent Amazon #1 New Release named URBAN HAIKU. view profile

Published on August 14, 2020

50000 words

Genre: Biographies & Memoirs

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