From
LAObserved, a Smithsonian thing about
session bassist Carol Kaye.
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Carol Kaye and Bill Pitman on guitar at Gold Star; circa 1963.
Courtesy of GAB Archive/Redferns |
As Kaye carefully listened one day in the studio as she and her fellow musicians ran through “The Beat Goes On” several times in order to try to make sense out of it, she knew that she was going to have to come up with something inventive. In her opinion, the droning, one-chord tune was a real dog; it just lay there. Playing around with several bass lines on her acoustic guitar, she then came upon a particular pattern that had some real hop to it. Dum-dum-dum-da-dum-dum-da-dum-dum.
Bono immediately stopped the session.
“That’s it, Carol,” he whooped. “What’s that line you’re playing?”
Maybe he couldn’t really play an instrument himself, least of all the bass, but Bono instinctively knew a signature lick when he heard one. And Kaye had just come up with an all-timer. As she dutifully played her creation once more for the producer, Bono had Bob West, the electric bass player on the date, learn it on the spot. Kaye and West then proceeded to play the simple yet transformative line in unison on the final recording, turning a previously lifeless production into a surefire hit.
Entering the charts in January 1967, “The Beat Goes On” made it all the way to number six, giving Sonny & Cher their biggest Top 40 showing in almost two years. Stepping in as the song’s de facto arranger, the independent-thinking Carol Kaye had just saved Bono’s composition, and likely Sonny & Cher’s tepid recording career, from an almost certain demise.
Hmmm. Think she regrets that?
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4 comments:
Cool story and completely unknown to me
Wrecked (No Longer Wrecking) Editor:
We knew of C.K., but did not know she was behind that particular bit of Sonny & Cher's part in pop history.
Didn't know much of her backstory (pardon the Hollywoodism) either.
(Doing our part to observe wimmin's history month.)
There are some good Carols out there. Gold: Recorded Live at the Troubadour is good and Carol Hunter tears it up.
Elitist Snob Editor:
Hunter's complete news to us, possibly because Neil Diamond is full-on ++suck in our book (& objectively) & we've avoided him & his work like the plague. (Thinking about it, we really haven't done that much to avoid the plague, but you know what we mean.)
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