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Promotion Man
By Kiki Lee
Forward ~ Gambling
on a career in Rock and Roll.
Chapter 1 ~ After developing scores of regional hits in 1967, Atlantic
Records recruited Dick to head their Southeast and Midwest promotions. At Atlantic, Dick
helped launch many legendary R & B and Rock artists, several who are now in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Chapter 2 ~ Dick takes an extended hiatus from
music, traveling throughout Europe and North Africa.
Chapter 3 ~ In 1972, Capricorn Productions left
Atlantic distribution to become Capricorn Records using Warner Brothers for distribution
and signed Dick as VP of promotion. Dick began promoting the new label's artists and
started a wave of hit records that established Capricorn Records and "Southern
Rock".
Chapter 4 ~ While at Capricorn Dick launched and
established four major artists in the top of the charts before leaving to partner
with Atlantic Records and start Dick Wooley Associates and Rabbit Record in 1976.
Dick promoted several new artists into gold and platinum sales, then retired from the
music business and moved to the beach in 1981.
Chapter 5 ~ At the beach Dick transfers his
marketing skill into real estate development and launched several ocean front properties
and with new partner Benchmark/Atlantic developed seven university student communities. In
2004, Dick was inspired by emerging blues artists to start Internet based King Mojo Records to showcase up and coming talent. |
Forward
Gambling on a career in Rock and
Roll.
In the fall of 1963, after serving four years in the Navy,
Dick Wooley started college in the sleepy South Georgia community of Norman Park. Too far
from any metro area to receive a clear TV signal, the only link to the outside world was
listening to the radio at night and hearing John "R" and Gene Nobles
broadcasting their Blues programs that covered rural America from Canada to the Keys from
Nashville Tennessee over the clear channel 50,000 watt powerhouse station WLAC.
Isolated at school and with plenty of leisure time Dick assembled a rock band "The
Fabulous Serpents" to play at local venues for extra money, and they recorded a
single that became popular in the region. After being low-balled by area clubs, Dick
decided to promote his own shows, so he rented a hall, sold tickets and kept 100% of the
gate.
This combination worked great during the school year, but band members went back to their
home town in summer. To keep his music connection alive Dick got a job at Southland Record
Distributor in Atlanta in 1965, selling records to the mom and pop record stores
throughout the South. On nights and weekends Dick managed a couple of local bands, he
booked their gigs and promoted the bands shows.
In the summer in 1966
Dick's hard work paid off, one of his bands played a local Atlanta DJ's high school
shows, in return he played their record on WQXI and it became a local hit. The single
attracted the attention of New York's Bang Records, but after a trip to the Big Apple
for a disastrous meeting with the owner Burt Burns the deal went South.
At the Bang offices, Dick and the band's first meeting with Burt Burns soured quickly when
members began demanding star-treatment, needless to say the deal was rejected, the band's
single never made the national charts and soon they were back to square one. After paying
all the expenses for the New York trip Dick was broke and discouraged, but he'd learned a
valuable lesson and despite the temporary setback it proved to be a door opener for Dick
in the music business.
Shortly after the failed introduction to
the real record business world, John Towels, the manager of F & F Arnold record
distributors in Charlotte wanted Dick to promote their regionally distributed indy labels
including; Atlantic Records, Monument Records and Warner Brothers Records. This was a breakthrough for Dick because in
addition to getting paid for doing record promotion, he got to promote his rock and blues
shows on weekends.
Dick worked with some very interesting
music people promoting indy labels, including legendary mob music boss Morris Levy of
Roulette Records, the "Sopranos" base the character "Herman Hesh'
Rabkin" on Morris. Dick helped Kenny Rogers launch his first solo hit single and
career, and he worked with Elvis's Memphis Mafia, Marty Lacker, and with the legendary Roy
Orbison.
In the day to day promoting Dick broke several records while at F & F and he
discovered a local "beach music" band called "The Okasions". The band
had recorded and pressed a single costing all of $400 and brought it to Dick for
promotion, he soon had it spinning on Carolina stations and it turned into the million
selling hit single "Girlwatcher". And then...
Chapter 1
Atlantic Records: Making Music Legends.
Dickey Kline, Atlantic Records legendary Miami based promo man had known Dick from
Atlanta and watched his progress in the Carolinas. At the annual Atlantic convention in
the Bahamas, Kline introduced Dick to Atlantic's new Vice President of Promotion Jerry
Greenberg. Jerry was in the process of building his new promotion team and recruited Dick
on the spot to head-up Southeast and Midwest promotions.
Dick was ready and eager for the opportunity to work for a great company like Atlantic
Records and with best wishes from F & F and John Towles he packed the car and moved to
Cincinnati Ohio to open Atlantic's regional promotion office.
Record promotion was not an easy job back in the halcyon days of vinyl records in 1967. It
was years before the Interstate highway system was finished and Dick routinely had to
drive fifteen-hundred miles every week over two-lane black top roads promoting Atlantic
Records to large and small market Top 40 and R & B radio stations alike throughout the
Midwest and Southeast. Dick stated, "Anytime I saw a radio tower I'd pull in their
parking lot and start promoting Atlantic records".
Building personal relations and many times starting lifelong friendships with radio
programmers was Atlantic Records strength, these were great people and they were always
professional in the way they conducted their business affairs. No company in the business
was more respected or had more loyal employees.
Atlantic spared no expense in helping it's promotion men to make and keep alliances. It
was the promotion mans responsibility to entertain, make friends and influence radio
programmers. After all, they were the key to breaking Atlantic's new records and keeping
Atlantic artists high on the national charts.
Unlike many other record companies of the day Atlantic was not into pay for play, or as it
was more commonly called by government investigators "Payola". Money wasn't
exchanged for airplay, we offered something more valuable to music programmers, we gave
them the career building courtesy of scouting job opportunities in other markets and we
gave them the respect they deserved. In return, they showed us their appreciation when we
needed them most by adding our
records to their radio playlists when the
chips were down.
Record promotion was hard and challenging work, because at the time Atlantic was still a
small Indy label that could only afford six full-time promotion men and each of these men
had the responsibility to make sure every radio station, show promoter and independent
record distributor in America was doing their best for Atlantic Records. This fabled
gang-of-six was headed by Jerry Greenberg,
Dickey Kline, Leroy Little, Bob Greenberg, Vince Faracci and Dick Wooley.
These six guys could sometimes work promotion miracles by getting Atlantic records to the
top of the charts, and the small group did it against all odds especially when competing
against the more heavily financed major record companies. For example, back then song
publishers had a great deal of power and it was not uncommon for two competing labels to
release the same publishers song, but by different artists and sometimes even did it on
the same day. "When this happened, Jerry Greenberg would put his assistant on a plane
with boxes of DJ singles and they would fly around the country delivering these records by
hand to each of us promotion men. We in turn would drive through our territory delivering
the new record to radio stations by hand. We covered the entire country in forty-eight
hours, and by the time the competition knew what happened our record was being played by
so many radio stations the race was already over before they'd left the starting gate...
they never had a chance. It was like we were competing in the record business Olympics and
Atlantic never lost one of those head-to-head challenges".
Dick said, "It was a genuine honor and privilege being a member of that elite group of
promo men and it was a once in a lifetime
experience to work with the greatest music people ever, legendary music geniuses like Ahmet Ertegun,
Jerry Wexler and Tom Dowd."
During the 1960's Atlantic Records established many great R & B and Rock and
Roll legends and several of them are in the "Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame" To
name a few: Percy
Sledge, Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, Aretha Franklin, Joe Tex, The
Young Rascals, King Curtis, Sam & Dave, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Buffalo
Springfield, Cream, Eric Clapton, Delaney and Bonnie, Led Zeppelin,
YES, Emerson, Lake and Palmer,
Derek And The Dominos.

Jerry Wexler
legendary producer |

Ahmet Ertegun
Atlantic President |

Tom Dowd
legendary producer |

Jerry Greenberg
VP of promotion |
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The 1960's was a turbulent period in American history, the bloody Vietnam War had split
the country into two radically divided camps, the media described the two camps as the
"Peacenicks" and the "Hawks". The conservative Hawks, who claim they
are true patriots, the same people who think making war is great, if they don't have to
fight and they usually send young people fight it for them.. And the young draft age
anti-war Peacenicks who objected to being used as cannon-fodder in America's murderous
misadventure in Vietnam. The latter often marched in protest of the war and then found
themselves under FBI surveillance, many Peacenicks were beaten or arrested on trumped up
charges due to overly aggressive government agents. This often made radical and violent
people out of what had been peaceful protesters excersizing their constitutional rights to
assemble and protest an illegal war. In many cities authorities routinely enforced a
strict curfew, arresting violators and some cities even declared martial law to discourage
Peacenicks and Hippies from marching. To many, America lost it's way and had become a
Police State.
In 1968 Atlantic Records moved Dick back to his hometown of Atlanta Georgia and from where
Dick could better service the booming Southeastern radio market. During this time,
Atlanta's centrally located Piedmont Park had become a gathering spot for young people, on
weekends local bands routinely played for the young crowds and the momentum from the
exposure propelled many new bands into the national spotlight, groups like Hydra, the
Hampton Grease Band and the Allman Brothers Band.
Sometimes the bands jacked their equipment into the city parks power supply for
amplification and police had been warning them to stop. Dick witnessed how out of control
authorities became during this period when one Sunday afternoon a peaceful
"Happenings" in the park turned into a police riot. A local band was playing to
the young crowd and the faint aroma of burning hemp began to waft into the air. Suddenly
on alert, the Atlanta police waded through the crowd of young spectators slashing at them
with nightsticks and leaving a trail of bloody longhaired teens in their wake. Not
satisfied with their vicious show of force, the police continued to beat on the helpless
teens and rough them up as they drug them across the softball field and into police vans.
Local TV news crews filmed the police riot and even showed one burly cop smashing his
nightstick across the face of a helpless handcuffed teen. The evening news claimed that
dirty hippies were invading the city's public parks and that heroic police officers had
been forced to remove them from the family orientated park. No action, legal or otherwise
ever mitigated the damage done to these peaceful teens in the brutal attack by redneck
thugs wearing Atlanta police uniforms. "I never watched the local news
again", said Dick.
The military industrial complex and the majority party of war-lovers were solidly in power
at the time and the disenfranchised anti-war community was largely unorganized and
powerless. Students, artists and musicians seemed to feel the frustration more than anyone
about the country's inability to end the draft, end the war or bring our troops home.
This turbulent period produced entertainment history as well and Atlantic Records was
proud to be a part of the peaceful solutions offered by counterculture music. Atlantic had
signed many of the anti-war movement's leading voices and helped a generation of
counterculture artists fashion profound changes in our society's conscience by producing
some of the most socially relevant music of the century.
It's dangerous to be right when the government is wrong. After Mayor Dailey ordered the
police attack on peaceful protestors at Chicago's Democratic convention and then the
Kent State student massacre by the Ohio National Guard, the government's illegal war
became the foremost issue on everyone's mind.
People hadn't spoken up until then, the average person on the street in America was cowed
into silence because the powerful military industrial financed conservatives who ruled the
media propagandized "my country right or wrong". Regular, hard working folks had
been afraid to speak out against the government run illegal war. America has been, and is,
very slow to awaken to the destruction of our culture by the military industrial
conspiracy that President Eisenhower warned us about.
Dick encountered the heavy hand of government distrust every day when he called on radio
stations around the country to promote Atlantic's socially active artists and found most
of the radio programmers were paranoid about attracting FCC attention, afraid of
government retaliation against their license if they played counterculture music. This
made for tough times in promoting records, "our jobs depended on getting airplay for
new artists and every week we went into the stations to battle with radio programmers
to get our socially progressive records added to their stations playlist".
At the time, AM stations dominated all markets and they all chose to play it safe by
programming mindless songs we called "bubblegum music". But that started to
change after the radical social phenomenon of Woodstock, and the "Woodstock
generation" began to demand more progressive music on their local radio stations. The
change in music was irreversible, no one can stop an idea when its time has come.
Another sad example of the "Big Brother" atmosphere at the time began one day
when Dick was in Miami promoting
records at the local stations. Atlantic's legendary
record producer Tom Dowd was across
town in the studio producing a new album with Eric Clapton, Duane Allman, Bobby Whitlock, Jim
Gordon and Carl Radle, to be later known as "Derek and the
Dominos." Tom called Dick and invited him to come by and sit in on his
session at the Criteria Studios.
Ahmet Ertegun, the owner of Atlantic Records was at the session when Dick arrived
and as he recalls, "the music being made in that north Miami studio can only be
described as incendiary blues-magic." Some months later, when Atlantic scheduled the
release of the "Derek and the Dominos" album, Ahmet's expectations naturally
were high for the promotion team to get it national airplay, but once again the dominant
AM stations refused to play the album or the first single "Layla". They cited
the same old excuses they always used... it's too progressive for their audience (code for
"we're afraid to play it because the FCC might screw with us). Dick said, "This
was the last straw for me, these timid programmers falsely proclaimed to the world that
they were Rock and Roll stations! "Rock and Roll is about new music and Layla
was the best new music in a decade. I wondered how long these milquetoast programmers
could hold back against the rising tide of change from their young listeners. "I held
my tongue so as not to embarrass Atlantic, but I was mad as Hell because I knew there had
to be a better way to expose these great new artists without groveling before these
cowardly AM programmers."
In hindsight those timid radio programmers must feel remorse or guilt, because they now
know they missed out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help shape music's future and
maybe our country's history. I wonder how different things could have been if big AM radio
had been onboard the music revolution early, giving airplay to the iconic social voices of
artists like: "Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Eric
Clapton" and so many others. "Many of these AM programmers, and by the way,
us record guys know who they are, have written books claiming they were in on the 60's
music revolution from the very beginning... not".
Late in 1971 a freak motorcycle accident sidelined Dick for a while, but it provided quiet
time to think about where music was going, what was lacking in record promotion and what
he wanted to achieve. Just grateful to be alive, he took the opportunity to reflect and
made a life changing decision. Dick said, "I'd been working non-stop at
Atlantic for some time and the accident provided the perfect excuse, and an opportunity to
get away without feeling guilty about letting down his Atlantic Records family. It was
time to get away, travel and to make family life a priority. Dick told Atlantic he was
taking a hiatus... a very long one."

ATLANTIC RECORDS
1960's-1970's |

ATCO RECORDS
1960's-1970's |

CAPRICORN PROD.
1969-1972 |
Editors Note: (a) After Dick left Atlantic Records, to explain how entrenched
AM radio was in playing mindless songs like "Sugar, Sugar" by the Archies, the
great promotion staff at Atlantic that now included Phillip Rauls and
Mario Medious worked a whole year to get "Layla" on major AM
radio playlists. Per Atlantic's VP Dickey Kline, WIXY in Cleveland was the first major
station to play Layla. By the way, recently Layla was voted the "Number one Rock
song in History"... (b) Atlantic Album Discography
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| Chapter 2 The Adventure: The hiatus... a very long one.
Two weeks after giving notice to his friends at Atlantic,
Dick, his wife and young son Christian left Atlanta and flew to Paris. They had no
agenda, any travel was done on the spur of the moment and every day was an unplanned
adventure, after all, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
"The first day in Paris we regretted not reading the travel tips more carefully, we'd
packed and planned for every contingency and had arrived with five huge bags of clothes
that we now had to drag around town and by the time we crashed on the hotel sheets that
night we were totally exhausted. The next morning we sorted and prioritized every item and
anything that didn't fit snuggly into two backpacks was tossed in a box and shipped back
home. With our first big problem resolved, bring it on, we were ready for
anything."
We visited nearly every Paris museum, took every walking tour, stuffed ourselves at every
dining experience, but after a week we were satiated and ready to unwind and for a change
of scenery, maybe at a beach. We looked over some brochures in the hotel lobby and decided
to take a train south through France and regroup in sunny Portugal. We boarded the night
train at the Gare Saint Lazare Paris's main train station and began our first
train adventure. In the middle of the night we were unexpectedly awakened to change trains
at the French boarder, we sleepily produced our passports to the officially dressed agents
that passed through the compartments. This was the first boarder crossing we'd
experienced, disconcerting the first time, but we got used to it before long and soon we
were officially on our way down the beautiful rocky coastline of Portugal and on into it's
capitol city of Lisbon.
Lisbon is an ancient and beautiful old city, a contrast of modern bridges and meandering
cobblestone streets lined with whitewashed houses and red tile roofs. We took our time
looking around and decided to take the local trolley car tour to all the more popular
sight, finally exausted we decided to find a quiet place to unwind. Back at the Lisbon
train station we climbed aboard an old wooden streetcar that rumbled up the coast and
delivered us to the seaside village of Estoril. By asking locals townspeople around in the
market square about lodging, we were directed up the hill to a rambling ivy covered villa
overlooking the village, the market and harbor. The view was beautiful and the villa was
staffed by a friendly Portuguese family that prepared wonderful home cooked meals for us
everyday. For the rest of the month we just relaxed and forgot about the world outside. We
took long walks around town, explored nearby historic castles, we enjoyed the warm
hospitality and friendly people of Portugal.
I would love to return to Portugal, the people were great, the food was fantastic and we
would have stayed longer, but after a month of being lazy it was either time to move on or
put down roots. So we decided to visit Morocco and the next morning we set off from Lisbon
by train to Algeciras, Spain where we boarded a large ferry and once underweigh we passed
through the Straits of Gibraltar on our way to the small Spanish colony of Ceuta on the
north coast of Africa.

A view of the Seine from a Paris bridge |

Dick & Christian stroll through a Paris park |

The villa overlooking
Estoril, Portugal |

The View from our
Window in Estoril |
We arrived at the colony of Ceuta in the tropical heat of midday, instantly we were
surrounded by a mob of street kids, beggars and vendors that were hawking everything from
straw hats to hashish. After lingering long enough to make a small purchase, we made a
dash to the town's dusty central bus terminal that was crowded with traveler milling
around the ticket booths, we arrived just in time to see our recent fellow ferry
passengers leave the terminal in a fog of street dust, aboard what we found out was the
last bus to Morocco until morning. A uniformed man standing nearby, overheard us griping
about missing the bus, he'd obviously seen people in this same situation and for a price
offered to drive us in his Mercedes limo into the city of Tetouan a few miles inside the
Moroccan boarder.
We very were anxious to make it across the boarder before sundown so we would have time to
look for a comfortable and affordable hotel. With no other alternatives, we haggled a few
minutes with him over the price and then agreed to a price we thought was fair. We got in
the back seat of the comfortable black Mercedes, a young traveler we recognized from the
ferry passed by and asked if we had room for him. He was from the Netherlands and we
quickly decided to take him with us, he threw his backpack into the open trunk and climbed
in the front seat. We all settled in and the nose of the Mercedes edged through the crowd
and the pothole filled city streets of Ceuta, out onto a thin strip of asphalt road and
headed south through the barren rocky landscape toward the Kingdom of Morocco.
As we approached the checkpoint gates at the Moroccan boarder the driver slowed down, we
saw the bus we'd missed earlier at the terminal was now stopped in front of us. All the
passenger were milling around outside in single file by the bus and a half dozen of the
armed boarder guards were searching through each piece of their luggage. Another guard
standing in the middle of the road beckoned us with his hand to advance and stop, he
leaned forward into the drivers window and deftly plucked some folded cash from the hand
of our driver, the guard grimly nodded and waived us through the checkpoint. Wow... our
limo driver and new very best friend had just saved our asses from a luggage search by the
Moroccan boarder guards. We couldn't help ourselves, we started laughing and didn't stop
until we drove into the city of Tetouan. ...Our adventure had definitely started.
We'd arrived in Tetouan at dusk, still light enough to see that it was an dirty adobe
outpost with crumbling walls and failed streets who's main industry at the time apparently
was drug trafficking, because everyone we passed on the street was trying to sell us
hashish. The town as I would remember later, reminded me of the Star Wars "pirate
city" on Tatooine and the bar scene, complete with hooded figures lurking in dark
alleys.
Our limo driver and new best friend, went out of his way to find us a decent hotel for the
night, we thanked him and dropped off our backpacks in our rooms. We hadn't eaten since
morning and ventured into the dark streets to find something to eat. We found a small
restaurant, no one spoke English but our passenger friend from the Netherlands also spoke
French and we ordered a delicious local dish of "couscous and pigeon". Later,
walking back to the hotel we saw a couple of our fellow ferry passengers that had finally
made it through the boarder checkpoint and were now looking for a place for the night, we
led them back to our hotel and told them our boarder guard story. They were not happy
campers.
Under the circumstances, being alone in a foreign drug mecca was dicey at best and the
idea of going native seemed like the best thing for us to do. We wanted to go deeper into
Morocco to our destination city, Fez. Acting on a tip from a fellow traveler, we awoke at
daybreak and began to search for a green school bus on a street not too far from the
hotel. We finally found it parked on a side street, the creaky looking old bus had
obviously seen better days, there was a rope cargo net on top that held passengers luggage
and that pinned live chickens and small farm animals firmly onto its roof.
We gave the driver cash for a couple of tickets and got onboard, immediately we noticing
that no one else from the ferry was onboard. We suddenly felt very alone, we waited in
silent anticipation until the driver was satisfied his bus had enough passengers to make
the trip. Apparently it was, so he slid into the worn out drivers seat and grinding the
gearshift lever forward the bus lurched out of town through the early morning haze in a
cloud of diesel smoke.
The bus climbed up narrow gravel roads that twisted and turned through steep mountain
inclines past miles upon miles of cultivated poppy farms. Occasionally the bus would stop
to pick up a Gypsy families waiting along the road by a tent city or motor caravan and by
late afternoon we'd made it to the top of Morocco's rugged Atlas Mountains. After a day's
jarring travel up through white-knuckle mountain roads, we began a slow decent down the
mountain road as acrid smoke from overheating breaks wafted up through the floorboards.
Descending into the foothills and late in the evening we finally reached the still raging
hot desert flats, after a few hours through the heat we entered the ancient walled city of
Fez through splendid arched Moorish gates.
Fez is an ancient city that sits straddling the banks of the Fez river and for a thousand
years has been the center of trade along the silk road coming from the far east, a
center for the spice trade, colorfully dyed fabric rugs and hand tooled leather and ivory.
The city is isolated, cut off from the rest of the world and Morocco by the Atlas
mountains on one side, endless desert on the other... So here we stood, engulfed by exotic
smells of spice and pack animals, surrounded by an ancient old world and witnessing the
sights that travelers to the city hundreds of years ago would recognize, we truly were in
a different world.
We quickly adjusted to our new surroundings and toured the thousand year old medina and
it's labyrinth of narrow passageways that accommodated the traffic of both people and pack
animals, doing our best to avoid being stepped on by the heavily laden donkey caravans. We
were approached by a small child guide who spoke seven languages fluently and offered to
guide us through the maze of stalls filled with spice and colorful fabric goods. We
located several out of the way merchants trading traditional Moroccan hand-woven rugs and
wall hangings. We looked through the shops, haggled for bargains, lingering at turn of the
century French sidewalk cafe's, ate croissants and sipped the traditional Moroccan sweet
mint tea, acting like we'd been there forever. At the end a day of sightseeing we'd
relax at the hotel after an exotic meal, puff on exotic herbs from a classic wood and
ceramic hookah and watch the colorful sunset over the desert from our balcony. Life was
good. |
We awoke every morning
to the hoofbeats coming from the street below, as columns of Moroccan Royal Calvary
passed. Cadets in regal uniforms sat astride elegant black mules in double file columns
marching down the avenue. They flew the King's colors from long pikes and we'd been told
they were the ceremonial escorts for the Moroccan royal family on state occasions and in
national parades. The mules were beautiful huge animals and their colorfully festooned
bridals and saddles were true works of art. We watched this ancient world parade pass us
by as we sipped our morning mint tea at a sidewalk cafe on the street below our hotel
room. Time sometimes seemed to stand still on our trip, but in this most fantastic ancient
city, time seemed to fly by and all too soon we had to pack.
After a few short weeks in this fantastic ancient city of Fez we were running low on
necessary supplies for our young son Christian and were anxious to get back to a modern
city and find a western style drug store. We rented a small French car in the city center
and began our drive through the desert, speeding along on a narrow strip of asphalt
winding through the seemingly endless sandy landscape and finally we reached the gates of
the biblical city Rabat. A festival of some sort was in progress and the streets were
packed with colorfully dressed people blocking every access, we stayed long enough to take
in the sights and moved on through the desert once again.
We spent the night at a shoddy ocean front hotel somewhere along the way, and early the
next morning began the drive up the foggy coastline toward Tangier. Tangier is a large
city that is nothing like the ancient towns we'd visited recently, there was little there
to remind us we were still in Morocco, except the ubiquitous street vendors in caftans
selling hand made trinkets to tourists.
We overnighted in a smart European style hotel next to the harbor and booked passage on
the morning ferry back to the European continent. The customs officials leaving the
country were far more meticulous than the ones we encountered at our entry, we stood
waiting as an agent examined every inch of our luggage.

Christian on the Train
(Note ABB Tee Shirt) |

In old town Fez
(Donkeys have the right of way in the Medina) |

Innsbruck, Austria
(Great food, great beer and great skiing) |

Gondola ride, Venice
(So many things to do) |
Thankfully we'd flushed all contraband and quickly boarded the ferry and set out from
Tangier Morocco to Tarifa Spain. Most of our credits remained on our Eurrail pass and we
traveled by train to Rome for a few days where we toured the Vatican Museum several times,
went through the Sistine Chapel and of course visited the Roman Coliseum.
Then by train it was up to Florence and touring the famous Piazza Duomo, Uffizi museum,
Michelangelo's statue of David and other iconic works by Florentine artists. After a few
days of sightseeing in Florence we were on our way again, this time to Venice for an
extended layover. Once in Venice we did what all tourist do, rode in a gondola, took a
trip to the island of Murano where we watched hand blown glass artists fashion intricate
works and delicate art treasures for the crowds. Amazed by the fiery spectacle we bought
an elaborate glass chandelier as a souvenir of our visit.
Fatigued from the constant touring we caught a sleeper train to Innsbruck Austria and
rented a cozy room in a Tyrolian chalet at the foot of a mountain looming above the
village. Our room overlooked the city and on the bed were stacked fluffy white foot-thick
duck down comforters, a welcome touch at night for keeping the cold mountain air at bay.
We took a gondola cable car to the top of the mountain where we could almost see the
entire range of sharp peaks that jutted skyward in the Tyrolean Alps. We bought a complete
set of ski equipment and taught ourselves how to ski on soft icy spring snow at the most
spectacular mountain range in Europe. In the evenings, after a day of skiing and we'd
gather back at the chalet and take a steaming hot bath in a huge bathtub the size of a
small car, then we'd a walk down through the village streets to a family owned beer
tavern, relax by an blazing log fire and enjoy the freshly brewed local beer and dine on
the best veal schnitzel in the world.
After skiing for a couple of weeks on various Tyrolian slopes, we were restless again for
new sights and hopped on an overnight train through the Austrian and Swiss Alps into
Zurich Switzerland. Zurich was a disappointment, it was a cold gray city where everything
cost twice as much as anywhere else.
The next morning we made a hasty return to the train station, boarded the bullet-train to
Amsterdam and sped north at 150 mph. The landscape was a blur of multi-colored tulip
fields, farms and wooden windmills doting the very flat landscape most of which had been
reclaimed from the sea, as is most land in the Netherlands.
We arrived at the stately gray stone train station in downtown Amsterdam and instantly
fell in love with the city, it's beautiful architecture, the narrow multi-story homes
lining cobblestone streets along the canals and the liberal lifestyle of Amsterdam
citizens . "Amsterdam is the city I could live in forever, I never got tired of
hearing about it's unique history, or looking at the collections of eclectic art in the
many museums and envying the gracious lifestyle that evolved from centuries of free
thinking, open minded people ... I loved it."
Only two short weeks in Amsterdam, damn. We felt bad leaving, but we'd planned on seeing
the King Tut exhibition at the British Museum before it left London, it was the first time
the collection had been on public display outside of Egypt. We caught the ferry across the
English channel and took a five day layover in London to visit the Tut exhibition many
times and of course to see all the more famous sights.
After our many museum and Tower Of London crown jewel tours, we left the city and went
south by train to the seaside resort of Brighton. Our first night we lodged at a local
family owned B & B enjoying the unique English breakfast, made from whatever was
served at dinner the previous night, plus two eggs and a banger (sausage). After a few
days of old school English seaside relaxing we were ready to move on and we rented a
camper van and began a leisurely drive through the lush green countryside of Western
England toward Wales.
"It took me a few miles to get used to driving on the wrong side of the road.
However, I picked it up on it quickly and drove into Wales where we toured the old
gray stone B & B's and Pubs in every hamlet along the way, some of the pubs had been
open and serving the public for several hundred years. We'd stop in quaint smoky pubs for
warm beer and some pub-grub and listen to the locals chat in their native Welsh language.
Although my father's family was of Welsh origin, I couldn't understand a word of the
language, I was just thankful the road signs printed in Welsh were also printed in
English."
Finally, after a few months the time our departure date approached, we backtracking over
the channel by ferry, then by train we quickly passed through Belgium's industrial grime
and arrived in the micro-country of Luxembourg with a day to spare before our return
flight to America. Time enough to relax, gather our thoughts and reflect on our once in a
lifetime travel adventure.
"After being deeply involved in other cultures for months and outside your
comfort zone, the mind opens up to new possibilities and new potential. This extended
travel adventure was a life changing experience for me. I hadn't thought about the music
business one time, my only thoughts were about the people I loved, my family and
friends"
The months of travel seemed to go by in an instant and before we knew it we were inside of
a plane flying over the dark waters of the Atlantic and back into Atlanta. After landing,
we gathered our backpacks from the airport baggage carousel, hailed a cab and told the
driver to get us to the nearest Krystal hamburger joint where we wolfed down about a dozen
of their tasty little sliders, the first "real" burgers we'd had for months.
Life was good... and it was good to be home.
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| Chapter 3 Capricorn Records: The start-up.
After months of travel Dick was finally back home and
realized the hiatus could not have been timed any better, because the tide had turned in
Rock radio back in the good old USA. The new independent FM stations were now playing
progressive rock full time, the car manufactures began installing factory FM radios and it
was driving the once too-big-to-fail AM stations out of the market. Hooray... finally
never having to listen to bubblegum music again, progressive music was establishing a
solid ratings presence on radio across the country. But, Dick sadly reflected that he no
longer worked with the greatest record company ever, "My timing for the trip had been
a great, but leaving Atlantic Records was like leaving my own family."
After talking with several record companies, Dick was full of new promotion ideas when
Frank Fenter at Capricorn Productions called and everything went into high gear. Frank
invited Dick to a meeting in Macon Georgia with he and his partner, artist manager Phil
Walden. Dick knew Frank well from Atlantic Records, they'd shared information when Frank
was running the European operation from Atlantic's London office.
Frank had been a rising star at Atlantic Records and was a highly respected record man who
had surprised everyone at the company in 1969 by moving from London England to Macon
Georgia to partner with the late Otis Redding's manager Phil Walden. Together they started
a production company called Capricorn Production and Atlantic records distributed their
artist's albums on Atlantic's pop label Atco.
Frank was the man behind the scene who'd put the production company deal together and it
was financed by Atlantic. Jerry Wexler, Frank and Phil's mentor had helped to start up
their company by giving them a sure Top10 Hit Single, "Sunshine" by
"Jonathan Edwards."
It had been three years since then and Dick was anxious to hear in detail what the guys
had in mind as he drove down to Macon for their meeting. The meeting, over lunch, with
Phil and Frank was a real eye-opener for Dick, their lunch consisted of "Hoppin'
John" (black-eyed peas, rice and deep-fried fatback) washed down with four double
Vodka Martinis in big iced tea glasses. Dick said, "I wasn't much of a alcohol
drinker and even if I had been, there is no way I could have keep pace with those two
guys."
As one Vodka martini followed another Dick said, "the two partners tag-teamed me, a
technique I later found out later they were known to use very effectively. They offered up
one idea after another and how they wanted me to help them make the production company a
stand-alone record company, my head was swimming with infinite possibilities, or was it
the booze?"
"I nursed my drink for as long as I could to keep my head clear as they sold their
plan for me to join them in Macon and help launch a real record company from their
"yet to be profitable" production company".
"I wanted to leave the meeting on a positive note, but as the three hour lunch wound
down I was by no means convinced it was in my best interest to help promote a new start-up
label in the sleepy South Georgia backwater town of Macon and I was only being offered
half the salary I'd been making at Atlantic Records!"
Back in Atlanta, Dick's friends were advising him not to move to Macon, mainly because
he'd be gambling a hard earned music business reputation on an unknown start-up label.
Also, industry wags maintained that the Allman Brothers Band would never recover from the
death of their charismatic leader Duane Allman the previous October.
There was much truth in what they said, but that wasn't the real obstacle to overcome, the
real obstacle was that the Allman Brothers were almost unknown outside the Southeastern
market, but that was mainly due to their in-house booking agency Paragon, run by Alex
Hodges who booked them where the money was. Also, the Allman Brothers had sold "zero
singles" in what was still a singles-oriented business, and they'd only sold about
thirty thousand albums. A paltry amount in those days even for a regional band.
That was the reality. Dick knew the real sales figures at Capricorn Productions from
working for Atlantic and it was not an encouraging number. Dick reasoned that maybe the
lack of sales for the ABB was that major AM radio wouldn't play progressive or regional
artists at that time.
Phil's publicity proclaimed to the media that the company had sold ninety thousand albums,
but Phil had a quirky formula of three's he always used, if a number helped, it was
multiplied by three, and if it didn't it was divided by three.
Dick had to make a life changing and irreversible decision whether or not to sell his
comfortable Morningside home in Atlanta and move to a small South Georgia town that was
more often than not referred to as "the redneck capitol" of Georgia.
There was just no way to get around it, Macon was a lazy southern backwater who's
architecture or attitude had changed little in since the Civil War, and it was led by a
two-term white supremacists mayor called "Machine Gun" Ronnie Thompson. Thompson
got his nickname and national media attention for his disgraceful actions during Macon's
predominately black sanitation workers strike. Thompson stood atop a National Guard
armored vehicle in a school playground waving around a Thompson submachine gun and giving
Macon Police officers orders to shoot to kill any disorderly black citizens.
Thompson was a reflection of the local voting pool, the same kind of knuckle dragging
rednecks that hassled Dick on many occasions while he promoted Atlantic R&B records to
southern black owned radio stations and associated with black DJ's and artists. To say the
least the Capricorn job being offered was severely handicapped by the reality of having to
actually move to and live in Macon.
In addition to Macon's racist attitude and location Dick had reservations about Phil's
well known diva temperament, but rationalized that thought after remembering their good
times together at Atlantic's Otis Redding shows. And even the bad times they'd
shared when Phil, Frank and Dick were
together in the Atlantic suite at the Rivera hotel in Las Vegas attending a Billboard
convention in December of 1967 and a phone call came
with the tragic news of Otis Redding's plane crash.
Dick knew Frank and Phil needed help fast because they were not record promoters and they
knew that Dick Wooley was the promotion man that would get them their much needed airplay.
Frank and Phil had a new Allman Brothers album coming out soon and the rumors were flying
that it would be a flop without Duane Allman. Frank and Phil new if they lost this album
they'd lose everything and they were pressing hard for Dick's answer.
The deal closer came when Johnny Sandlin played Dick some of the raw studio tracks from the new
Allman Brothers album and Dick was blown away. Soon after Johnny's preview, there was a
meeting of the minds between Dick, Phil and Frank, they began clarify the responsibilities
each would have in the new Warner Brothers distribution venture. Frank naturally would
continue to manage the company's production and liaison with Burbank, Phil of course would
continue to manage the artists, that left Dick the new job of getting the new artists
airplay and getting their records on the national charts. |
The timing for the
new Capricorn label was sketchy, Frank Fenter had just finalized the deal with Warner
Brothers that would separate Capricorn productions from their long-time mentors at
Atlantic Records. We were jumping into an untested distribution pact with Warner Brothers,
but Phil and Frank wanted a real record label, something they said Atlantic had resisted
until 1971 and then only released their logo on a pink label. Phil and Frank felt slighted
by this, while Warner Brothers had encouraged them all along to use the logo of Capricorn
Records and promised a big roll out, and that they would increase the label's market
profile. By doing this Mo Ostin and Joe Smith kept the new label within the WEA
distribution family, the newly formed corporate entity that distributed all Warner
Brothers, Electra and Atlantic Records product.
However, the street buzz in the record business was, "If Capricorn left the soulful
Atlantic Records for Warner Brothers, who's biggest artist was still Frank Sinatra, it
would be the kiss of death for the new label." Dick had heard this negative gossip,
but said, "It didn't bother me. My experience with Atlantic had been that we were
always the underdog, so you just put on blinders and soldier forward. It was a tough
business, we knew the competition fought dirty. But I'd competed in karate tournaments,
winning many, but had my ass handed to me too and I knew one damn thing, promoting records
could never be more painful or humbling than that... so bring it on."
In a few weeks time, Dick had his family settled into a rambling but comfortable 1890's
era home set on a red brick paved, tree lined street. It was near downtown, only a few
blocks from the offices on Cotton Avenue where Dick, Frank and Phil would share what had
been the office of the late Otis Redding.
The record company office consisted of two small rooms at street level in a building
shared by the Paragon Agency who's offices filled the basement. A small reception area
where Carolyn Brown, who'd been president of the Otis Redding fan club and Rose Lane White
who was to assistant Frank and Dick.
The funky rooms had dark red theater-curtains hanging from every wall to hide the cracks
and thread-bare carpets hid the drain covers that were once an important part of a chicken
processing plant left behind by the former tenant. And, directly across the street was the
Macon Police Station and the office of Macon's Mayor "Machine Gun" Ronnie
Thompson.
Dick recalled, "The three of us were squeezed in together in this small space, but it
didn't seem to matter, we were hard core music men, driven by a mutual goal. Frank and
Dick got their record business education at Atlantic Records and knew how to keep
Capricorn's new albums from getting lost in the shuffle of new releases that Warner
Brothers would be sending out to radio each month. Frank, Phil and Dick knew they'd
have to work 24/7 to make Capricorn a success, and we were committed to do whatever it
took." Dick said. "We were on a mission."
It was not going to be a cake walk getting a hit record for the new label as Dick soon
discovered after a few days of unproductive calls to radio stations around the country.
When Dick called these stations soliciting airplay for the first Warner Brothers
distributed release, the Allman's "Eat A Peach" album, radio station
receptionists and music director alike would question him and ask "Capri' -what?
Allman -who? Macon -where?" Dick quickly decided that instead of wasting time
calling stations he didn't know, he'd target his old friends who were now in charge of
many new FM stations and the old friends that were remaining in AM radio. He thought he'd
be better off to badger old pals into playing the "Eat A Peach" album instead of
cold calling the entire American radio world.
At that time, the raw fluid sounds of a Southern Jam Rock band was not the type of music
radio was accustomed to playing, but several of Dick's pals programming Atlanta, Boston
and Los Angeles stations listened, giving him the benefit of the doubt and soon were
onboard. Luckily, after only a few days of airplay they were encouraged by listener
response to what was to become known as "Southern Rock"... and the ride had
begun.
When the "Eat A Peach" album started moving up friendly radio charts, Dick went
to work on the harder to move conservative middle America radio stations. Each time a new
station was added shouts of victory rang through the two room office, and gradually the
ABB album began showing up on more radio playlists until a critical mass had been reached
and the album broke through the lower regions of the national charts.
This success was enough incentive for the powerful Warner Brothers team to move into high
gear and push the marketing button on the "Eat A Peach" album. Very soon it was
on it's way up the charts to become the Allman Brothers Band's first Gold album and later
became their first Multi-Platinum album.
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The Allman Brothers album was moving up the charts near the end of summer in 1972 when
Dick and his friend Bill Sherard, who programmed Atlanta's top radio station WQXI, were
talking about what to do for the upcoming 1973 New Years. The ABB and Wet Willie were
playing a venue called the Warehouse in New Orleans and Dick mentioned to Bill that the
local station had asked permission to air the show live on their station. Immediately Bill
said he wanted to air the show in Atlanta and they both began to plan a simulcast linking
the two stations from New Orleans to Atlanta.
After a call to the telephone-company, Dick found that the only cost to simulcast a show
from New Orleans to Atlanta was a long distance line charge. Dick decided he'd take the
idea further and invited other stations in the southeast to plug into their live feed from
New Orleans. Dick rented the AT&T long-distance lines for the night and began signing
up as many AM and FM radio stations as he could, as he cobbled them together he had
an idea to call it a radio network and with a little hype the idea took on a life of it's
own.
It had only cost $700 to connect the
two anchor stations for the show, so Dick gave the show free to his "Network"
stations, with the understanding they'd play the ABB and Wet Willie albums in heavy
rotation in the run-up to the broadcast and give Capricorn some commercial spots. It was
an unproven idea for rock radio at the time, but only because no one had ever tried
it.
The New Year's broadcast called
"Live from New Orleans" with the Allman Brothers Band and Wet Willie was
broadcast from the cavernous Warehouse and the venue was "sold out". That night
Dick's broadcast reached thirty stations in eight southeast states, but it received a
surprising amount of national attention. The show was a success for the radio stations,
the promoters and especially Capricorn Records. Johnny Sandlin recorded several great
tracks from the mixing board that night and used them on future ABB projects and he also
recorded the classic Wet Willie live album "Drippin Wet".
This was the artist launching vehicle Dick had been hoping for, "plan a concert
event, simulcast it over multiple radio stations and syndicate the show to paying
sponsors." Dick broadcast several more live concerts that year to test his new
system, and they all proved successful. Dick knew this type promotion could go big-time.
In reality, it was already big-time for Dick, because as the only full-time record
promoter for Capricorn he had to call radio programmers one-at-a-time and convince them to
give his new album releases airplay. This was time consuming and arduous before the New
Year Show, but after the successful broadcast, radio programmers began calling Dick from
around the country asking for exclusive market rights on his next show. Using the New
Years show as leverage Dick was in the "Catbird Seat" for promoting his
developing bands... Eureka!
The success of the New Years show proved to Dick that without spending a lot of money,
that Capricorn didn't have anyway, there was a better way to expose new artists and it was
broadcasting concerts.
At the time Capricorn was in a money pinch and Phil decided to sell three of his
management company artists to outside record companies and he picked the Marshall Tucker
Band, Ned and Hydra to go to Polydor Records. But at the last minute Dick and Frank Fenter
decided to "liberate" the Marshall Tucker Band tape from Phil's briefcase and
they flew it to LA for a scheduled A & R meeting with Warner Brothers executives. They
played "Can't You See" for the WB staff to a mixed but receptive reaction, and a
date was set for the MTB album to be released on Capricorn. However, at the same time in
New York, Phil was caught off guard when he got to his Polydor meeting only to discover
there were just two tapes in his briefcase, Ned and Hydra. In testament to Phil's take no
prisnors salesmanship he was able to pull off the deal with Polydor and subsequently
Capricorn met the payroll.
Upon returning to Macon everyone was in a heated discussion regarding the competing
objectives of Phil's management company, versus the objectives of Capricorn Records. The
issue was soon resolved, Phill of course having the final say, but after both deals were
fait accompli, so as they say the rest is history. Frank Fenter eloquently summed it up
later with an all knowing smile, "sometimes it's easier to get forgiven than to get
permission".
With national airplay peaking in 1973, Dick began to organize the next New Years broadcast
featuring the Allman Brothers and opening the show this year would be the Marshall Tucker
Band, because we had just released their debut album. Dick added (150) new stations to the
Network he now called CapCom, added two national sponsors at $50k each (Landlubber and
Pioneer) and viola... the music industry's first vertically integrated Rock & Roll
promotion was created.
The 1974 New Years show would be broadcast from San Francisco's (15,000) seat "Cow
Palace" and the legendary owner of Fillmore East & West Bill Graham was the promoter. Bill invited
San Francisco's FM radio pioneer Tom Donahue to be the show's MC and Tom in turn recruited
several of his San Francisco friends to come on the show, members of the Grateful Dead,
Boz Scaggs and other great San Francisco artists to do interviews during the live radio
program.
Dick didn't know Bill well, they'd only met at his shows but Dick knew Bill Graham was the
ultimate showman. Bill proved that when at midnight during the sold-out event, Bill
descended on a wire cable inside a huge wicker basket from the highest balcony down onto
the stage dressed as "Old Father Time" sporting a long white beard. The Allman
Brothers stopped briefly to hail the new year and soon picked back up on the jam just
where they'd left... it was a magic New Year Eve.
The "first of its kind" national radio broadcast was a brilliant success,
especially after Armed Forces Radio asked permission to air the show on their global
network, Dick answered immediately... Yes! Armed Forces Radio plugged into Dick's live
event and broadcast the show all over the world to an estimated (40) million listeners (as
far as we know, is still the largest radio audience for a live Rock & Roll event). The
Allman Brothers Band were heard across the world that night and their music touched forty
million people! This fact was not lost on music retailers and show promoters around the
globe. Their lasting appeal across the world is testament in part to that one event.
Foreign and domestic album sales sky-rocketed after the show, the new ABB's Warner
Brothers distributed album and the Atlantic Records ABB catalog albums began selling
through the roof. The show launched the career of "The Marshall Tucker Band" and
a couple of months after the show their debut album had sold (250) thousand copies and it
became their first gold, and later a multi-platinum album.
Dick's New Year's broadcast was a music industry landmark, a week after the show the story
was splashed across the front page in every trade paper in the country, banner headlines
in Billboard, Radio &
Records, Cashbox. In July of 1975 even the prestigious business
magazine Fortune came to Macon and did a major spread about the meteoric rise
of Capricorn Records, the story recounted the unique trio of personalities Phil, Frank and
Dick.

Dick Wooley
Fortune Magazine
July 1975 |

Dick & ABB's
First Gold Album
"Eat A Peach" |

Dick Wooley Headlines
in R & R Jan, 1974
40 Mil. Listeners |

Dicky Betts,
Dick & Frank Fenter
looking good |
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By 1976 the rise to success at Capricorn Records was overwhelming the staff of the small
company, the venture paid off big time, the artists were headliners and Southern Rock was
ubiquitous on world radio stations. But success was taking a toll.
That year, Elvin Bishop signed a production deal with Capricorn and Frank Fenter began
playing a track from the new Elvin session over and over in his office, knowing well that
Dick would hear it in his office next door. This was Frank's usual "not so
subtle" way of letting Dick know what songs he thought should be promoted. After a
full day of Frank's good natured brainwashing, Dick got the message and admitted he liked
the song too, but told Frank the album track needed rearranging because it wasn't
structured right as a single for radio airplay.
Dick took Frank's cassette and played around with the arrangement for a couple of days,
arranging and rearranging, trying to find the sweet spot that would best fit the radio
formats of the day. Satisfied with a final arrangement, Frank sent it to the producer for
the final edit. Dick and Frank then flew to LA as they'd done successfully before when
they played the raw cassette tracks of the Marshall Tucker Band to the Burbank brass.
The Elvin Bishop track was played for WB President Mo Ostin, VP Ed Rosenblatt, head of
Promotion Russ Thyrett... they loved it. Once Warner Brothers' great staff got behind it
"Fooled around and fell in love" quickly became the number one single on all
trade publication's Top 100 singles charts.
Everything at Capricorn was clicking. The little Macon Georgia record company that proved
you didn't have to be in New York or Los Angeles to make it in the music business.
Reporters from Rolling Stone, Newsweek and Fortune were on the phone or camped out in the
offices constantly, everyone in the company felt like a star.
Capricorn artists were in demand worldwide, everyone wanted them on a project. At our
annual company picnic that only a couple of years before had been a simple office
barbecue at the lake for employees, was now attended by the major music executives, movie
stars, politicians and iconic celebrates like; Cher, boxing promoter Don King, comedian
Richard Prior, Andy Worhol, Bette Middler, 60 Minutes' Ed Bradley and future president
Jimmy Carter. Macon's airport was crowded with their private jets and reporters hung on
every word, but the pressure cooker atmosphere was building and would resolve in a way no
one could have predicted.
Drugs played an important roll in the culture of 70's music, it was in the recording
studio, in the office and in our social life, it was as essential as gin in a martini.
Everyone did drugs, some to keep pace, some to escape the pace and some to keep their
demons at bay. The ever-increasing demand from all corners was for Capricorn to become
bigger, better and faster, it took a piece of flesh from everybody in the company.
The price of success exacted an especially heavy price on Phil Walden, his demon was
alcohol and cocaine addiction. With the success of Capricorn his problems were exacerbated
and finally raged out of his control, it manifested in embarrassing public tantrums that
kept our lawyers busy putting out fires and it keep everyone on edge. Phil's infamous
temper outbursts were becoming more frequent and explosive, it was impossible to tell when
something might set him off and when it did, friends and family alike made themselves
scarce, and the company employees ran for cover in their offices.
Frank Fenter and Dick found themselves in a no-win situation, at the end of the work day
at Capricorn their duty now included saving face for the company by smoothing over hurt
feelings, repairing damaged friendships and covering the trail following Phil's alcohol
and drug-fueled tirades. After one particular ugly incident Phil committed in the parking
lot of Franks LaBistro restaurant, a felony assault charge was filed against him by a
well-known Macon businessman, the local newspaper had a field day.
In his home town of Macon, Phil was becoming an object of scorn by some and was
pitied by others as his addiction became public knowledge. Only the quick intervention of
an expensive lawyer and a large cash settlement to the businessman kept the violent
incident out of the national news. Phil, seemingly undaunted by the escalating
consequences that followed his public outbursts and continued to fed his addiction as his
unhinged behavior continued to embarrass anyone close to him.
Dick opined, "when drugs take over someone's life they go into a state of denial and
there's not a damn thing you can do, especially if they're on top of the world". I'd
seen friends succumb to drug use before, most lived through it, some didn't, but all went
down broke and when they did they took their business associates with them.
"I discussed my deep concerns about Capricorn's future with my family and told them
to be prepared for a change. In spite of Capricorn artists being on top of the charts, the
office atmosphere was becoming more unbusinesslike by the day, I saw the handwriting on
the wall. Phil became more disengaged from the company and I knew the long ride for
Capricorn could not last much longer."
Success is fun, but it's not as soul satisfying as people think, many times it was just
boring, grinding out one new promotion after another. Dick felt this way after Elvin
Bishop had a number one hit single, two Allman Brothers albums were near the top of the
charts and two Marshall Tucker albums were climbing the charts. The long days
of promoting radio stations, endless nights in the studio or at clubs with bands,
then up early for work. Dick was exhausted by the four year grind and ready for a
change... after all, the fun is in building the business, not in running it..
The bright side was, there would never be a better time to start a new venture. Dick was
on top and decided to take a chance there would be a silver lining after guiding three
of Capricorn's artists to the top of the charts that year, so in 1976 Dick resigned
as Vice President of Capricorn Records.
Professional courtesy dictated that Dick stay on for a few weeks after making it clear to
Frank and Phil he was leaving, and also to insure a seamless transition for a successor,
and his own conscience dictated to never let on that he knew the Capricorn Records party
was ending.
Reflecting on the four years since Dick moved his family to Macon to build Capricorn
Records, the growth could hardly have been imagined. Capricorn in four short years
had sky-rocketed from three guys in a funky little thread bare two-room office, into a
Southern Rock Empire with sixty employees and a roster of great artists that sold millions
of albums worldwide and had annual sales of $30 million. "It had been one sweet
ride" Dick recalls.
As Vice President of Promotions at Capricorn from 1972 to 1976 Dick helped launch
several million-selling artists including: The Allman Brothers Band,
Marshall Tucker Band and Elvin
Bishop. Other artists launched into the national spotlight included; the great
Southern Blues band: Wet Willie,
comic-singer-actor Martin Mull, venerable singer-songwriters and "Eric Clapton's
favorite band" Cowboy, the legendary Southern Rock band Grinderswitch,
young Bluesman John Hammond, Jr. and rising Country Music Star Hank Williams, Jr.
Editor's Note: (a) After Dick left Capricorn, the company was
never able to launch another major artist and began it's decline into bankruptcy amid
lawsuits for millions in unpaid Allman Brothers royalties and many other artists. Shortly
after Capricorn's bankruptcy, the meteoric life of a great record man, Frank Fenter ended
long before his time, at the age 47. Phil Walden eventually regained control over his
life, his alcohol and cocaine addiction in AA. Phil passed in 2006. (b) Capricorn Album Diskography.
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| Chapter 4 Rabbit Records & DWA: The start-up.
1976 was a wild and crazy year. Dick
left Capricorn artists at the top of the charts and helped the Jimmy Carter presidential campaign by giving them band promotions and
advertising. Then his friends at Atlantic Records asked him to return to the company with
a promise to finance Dick's record company.

Dick vs Macon |

Christian's Bentley
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Jimmy Carter and Dick
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In short order, Dick's music attorney Eric Kronfeld finalized the pre-determined deal with
Atlantic and the doors opened at the new Dick Wooley Associates office
along with its new label Rabbit Records. Flush with funding Dick recruited top Warner Brothers
promotion man Al Moss to the new company and
asked two great touring bands to sign on with him. Dru Lombar's Grinderswitch,
managed by Alex Hodges, who today heads-up "Neiderlander" and the Winters
Brothers Band, managed by Charlie Daniels' manager Joe
Sullivan, who now is a key player in Branson Missouri mega complex.
After releasing the two band's new albums, Rabbit Records mid-charted both the
Grinderswitch and Winters Brothers albums and that year continued to build their career by
keeping the bands steadily on tour with the Charlie Daniels Band, The Allman Brothers
Band, Marshall Tucker Band and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Dick's neighbor on Walnut Street in Macon was young attorney/band manager Pat Armstrong.
Pat came to Dick one day in 1977 and asked Dick if he would help him launch a new band he
managed and he said they were being looked at by a major record producer. Pat Armstrong
had been Lynyrd Skynyrd's first manager, before Alan Walden and Pat had developed a huge
roster of college circuit bands, but he felt left out because despite having been an early
player in the Southern Rock explosion, Pat hadn't participated in it's success.
Pat drove Dick to see his new band at a dark basement club in a seedy downtown Macon
flop-house called the Dempsy Hotel. It was the venue from Hell, with toilet water standing
an inch deep on the floor, Dick said, "it was a miracle nobody was
electrocuted." But, as bad the surroundings, Dick saw the band's potential and signed
on to promote their album when released.
Dick got the heads-up from Pat a month before Molly Hatchet's album was released on Epic
and went to work pre-promoting it to radio stations. Dick added so many stations the first
week of release that Epic had to responded quickly, so they threw a pile of development
cash at Pat to start the band on a national tour. Soon the whole country knew about
Molly Hatchet, the self proclaimed new "Bad
Boys" of Southern Rock.
Molly
Hatchet's debut album and tour was a huge
success, the album went gold, then later it went multi-platinum. There were big smiles on
Walnut Street that year, Pat Armstrong was happy because his future was bright with a new
hit album and his band was on a coast-to-coast tour of the country.
And, Dick was happy too, once again he's proved his ability to take an unknown band and
promote them into a multi-million album selling success. Dick, against all odds, just had
his first major artist breakout since leaving Capricorn the year before... and it felt great!
In 1981 a devastating music business tsunami called "Disco" swept over the
landscape and sunk airplay for all other types of music including Southern Rock. Dick's
marriage also hit the rocks that year and he decided to take time off from the music
business, move to the beach and live a peaceful quiet life by the sea.
Dick moved to Tybee Island, a small island off the coast
of Savannah Georgia, Tybee is connected to the mainland by a twenty mile sliver of
causeway at the dead end of coast to coast highway 80. At the time, Tybee was a quiet
little fishing village of 1500 people and it was the perfect spot to get lost, chill out,
maybe write a few songs, buy a Hobie Cat and learn to sail, build a beach house and look
at the record business in the rear-view mirror.
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Chapter 5
2004 King Mojo Records: The
start-up.
Fast-forward to 2002... Dick was enjoying life in the slow
lane on Tybee Island, writing songs for Cotton States Music Publishing and had marketed
ocean front and college communities with partner Arthur Schultz, President of
Benchmark/Atlantic Property Development . Dick and Arthur became partners to develop
Arthur's original idea of college student communities and together they opened offices in
seven university towns in the Southeast and Midwest to market the new concept.
College student communities were an instant hit with investors and parents of students due
to available tax strategies of the time. With a staff of thirty salespeople Art and Dick
sold their college communities of 500 student condos and produced sixty-five million
dollars in sales. The process of planning, getting bank financing, acquiring city,
state and university approvals, then sales and construction had taken over two years, it
had been both exhilarating and exhausting, so back at the beach Dick decided to try
retirement again.
On a personal aside; the success of Benchmark/Atlantic's student communities proved to
Dick that his sales and marketing skills applied equally well to other businesses and Dick
was gratified to know that he wasn't just a one-trick-pony.
Family interests obliged Dick to return to his home town of Atlanta in 2004 and after a
few months there doing odds and ends, he was restless and found that not having a full
time project in the works was boring. Dick had always been hooked on some kind of
development process, either promoting new music or new ideas, "it's what gets me out
of bed in the mornings" ... so his search for a new project began in earnest.
Dick, with an open mind and always an interest in music, saw an opportunity developing
when a new generation of music fans sold out several summer fusion-blues festivals that
year. An idea began to form around serving the music niche that attracted thousands of
young fans, but who's music was not being played by corporate radio!
The failure of radio to address a developing niche market was a stark reminder of the
FM-AM takeover in the 1970's, a lesson that was not lost on Dick. Experience tells you
when to look beyond what is the flavor of the week and when it's time start something new.
That time is usually when entrenched corporations pick the low hanging fruit for an easy
dollar today and take their eyes off the long term.
Dick's hobby was developing websites and he'd built dozens of them beginning in the early
1990's. He told friends in the music business about the advancements in online music
delivery and advised them to adopt the technology in their business model. In the 90's the
major record companies had a golden opportunity to incorporate the new technology and if
they'd have taken advantage of the idea maybe they could have retained their distribution
dominance in music.
But, at the crossroads of music and technology, record companies arrogantly believed it
was a preposterous idea that someone working out of a dorm room would ever be in the
position to challenge their power in the music industry... soon an idea who's time had
come, by the name of Napster, proved them so very wrong! Now the corporate music
business is becoming more irrelevant by each passing day and is in financial free-fall,
passed by an online world, much like when cars took over transporting families from the
horse drawn carriage.
Today multi-national corporate record companies and land based radio stations slip into
irrelevance, and as every day passes a new Internet application dismantles their business
model piece by piece, they only echo past glory. If you need more evidence of their death
rattle, listen to the mindless drivel they pass off as music today and play rentlessly on
corporate media.
Music stagnation offers a new challenge, how to bring the best original talents and
interested parties together to benefit people that love real music, blues based, rock and
jam music that's been ignored by corporate radio. After talking it over with musician and
internet savvy friends, the idea of opening an internet based Indy record label that
specializes in contemporary Blues music began and King Mojo Records website was soon
online.
Dick knew to be a successful provider of the music that he and so many others love, the
label would have to be driven by original talent. Looking on the short list of original
blues artists was his friend of thirty-years, guitar gunslinger and blues rock legend Dru
Lombar. Dru was founder and leader of the great Southern Blues Rock band
"Grinderswitch". Dick had worked with the band at Capricorn and Rabbit Records.
Dru and Dick got together in Atlanta the next week for a meeting, Dru signed on with
the new label and the King Mojo Record company start-up was official.
Several emerging blues-rock artists were identified within the few months that followed
and each was asked if they were ready to take a chance on helping develop the new online
idea. After agreements were signed, the first King Mojo artists were showcased in 2004 on
the first virtual release from King Mojo Records, the All Star series.
The new virtual release gained traction immediately on Internet radio and the first album
sampler was free to download and on request hard copies were sent to radio. King Mojo
Records Allstars Vol. 1 got over 100,000 hits the first month and nearly 60,000 fan
downloads.
The idea was simple and straightforward... offer great original blues and rock music by
emerging artists, then use the website so fans and radio could sample or download the new
artists music.
Our goal was "find the best new contemporary blues artists, roots rock or fusion and
showcase them to the world." We began promoting our artists on the first King
Mojo series and now our business model has proven so successful that several King Mojo
Records artists have made it onto the national charts.
King Mojo Allstars Vol. 1
- King Mojo Allstars Vol. 2
- King Mojo Allstars Vol. 3
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"I
always thought if I liked a song, at least million other people would too...
so... there was your first gold record." |
~~~o~~~
"Promotion
Man"
By Kiki Lee

Copyright © 2004-2012 King Mojo
Records & Entertainment, Copyright © 2004-2012 Cotton States Music, BMI, Dick Wooley
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