late 70's...there was a band called storm. eclectic, electric, folkie,
heavy, all things to some, a question mark that was erased before
it had a chance to become an exclamation to others. if they were
starving artists, the music was sustenance enough. it was always
about the sound. all else would follow. beer bars. clubs. dives. weddings.
garage rehearsals. garage recordings. real recording studios. more
rehearsals. writing. more beer bars. auditions. s.i.r. in l.a. showcases
for every record label in existence. nights at the troubadour with doug
weston pontificating on how to become not just good but famous and
consenting to free food in exchange for free shows. all things were
possible. wise and strange, a revered legend...and for all his
shakespearean histrionics, mr. troubadour liked storm.
enter a couple of guys who hadn't much experience in managing bands but
were big on belief in the music and their own savvy: kenn ellner, of the count five
and randy phillips, law student and booking agent. a few producers puzzle over the
3 faces of eve-style music but are vastly intrigued--enough to voice interest in
producing this tin pot band of unknowns. roy thomas baker is storm's number one
choice. rtb helped get the band signed to abc-dunhill, but he had to move on. mca
buys storm from abc before one track is ever cut. self-produced first album "storm"
with george tutko at the board released in 1979. european response, especially the uk ,
great. hotels. road trips. full rooms. empty rooms. more beer bars. and a slow fade...
lights up...the new deal: capitol records, 1983. keith olsen to produce. a & r man bobby columbi
of blood, sweat and tears fame is storm's rep. considering his musical background, an odd match
for the band, but a welcome advocate all the same. capitol changes its mind about olsen producing,
and seasoned engineer michael verdick takes the reins. fan of the band, devoted beyond belief. david devon
drumming up a storm; ron hansen cunningham on bass, keyboards, vocals; lear stevens on spastic
fantastic guitar; jeanette chase on vocals and piano. studio a/capitol, yeah, the big room. big-band
ghosts, old blue eyes watching? cool mics, retro everything. drums lowered into the famed capitol echo
chamber for a sound no one else tried to get. crazy times. lab rats like pinky and the brain scouring the
curved walls, nooks and crannies knowing sooner or later they'd take the world by storm. stories heard
and told, futures in the making. magic days at the tall record stack building on vine. jeanette's childhood
home lurked in the shadows of that archetypal dream machine. there was nothing like it.
...dim, now to dusk and departure, but the dreams don't go away. jeanette aka jeanne aka jane
and lear aka mur aka murray aka steve go back to the drawing board. new songs. new recordings.
new doors to knock on. some remembered storm. what happened? where are they now? jeanette
aka jane becomes singin' jane and gigs with lear aka mur, doing music that was a first love, old country.
real old. hank. as in sr. patsy. and originals. gigs. fun. work. recording. new players.
2005...newsflash from london. old pal paul suter, writer extraordinaire from the uk and
ardent storm fan, tracks down jeanette with sherlock holmesian precision. someone
in the uk wants to re-release the debut MCA album. enter rock candy records' derek and dante,
champions of bands they feel should have gotten a closer listen, once upon a time.
sometimes, there is justice .
with guinness pints raised in celebratory style (no doubt on both sides of the pond), the storm I
(mca-79) reissue is released june 20 '06 with good news that storm II (capitol-83) is slated for
release october '06 (read: more guinness), remastered by masters of the trade, 16 page inserts
splashed with stupendous verbage a la stephen b. allen & derek oliver, & for the first time
storm's players hear their self-proclaimed odd mix of bashing and bombastic ballads in cd
form, as will some old fans and perhaps, new.
what is storm about? allegiance to eclecticism, reverance to The Sound and irreverance for being labeled. with players who can do anything, there's nothin' stoppin' them. call storm by any name, it's sweet looking back, and forward...
