WS Holland: The Man Behind the Man in Black

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WS Holland performs at the Carl Perkins Civic Center in Jackson, Tennessee on Saturday, August 16, 2014. (John Connor Coulston)

“It’s just another one of those ‘fluke’ things.”

This is what WS “Fluke” Holland says when asked about the sessions for Carl Perkins’ “Blue Suede Shoes,” which was recorded 50 years ago this December.

As I enter his two-story Jackson, Tennessee home, the sprightly 79-year-old whose parents gave him only two letters for a name, leads me upstairs to an open room of memorabilia, filled with photos and items from his 60-year career in the music industry, including photos with both Jimmy Carter and Richard Nixon, gold records and two sets of what made it all possible—the drums.

“I started playing drums in nineteen-and-fifty-four,” Holland says. “One night, Carl, out of the clear blue sky, said, ‘We’ve got an appointment with Sam Phillips Thursday at Sun Records for a record audition. Borrow some drums and go with me.’”

Holland and Perkins met while growing up in the small town of Bemis, Tennessee just outside of Jackson. When Perkins and his brothers started performing, Holland would join them and keep time by tapping along on Clayton Perkins’ upright bass.

It was also in Bemis where he received his nickname, “Fluke.” He would often use the word “fluke” as a slang term for various objects, and a worker at a “filling station” he frequented coined the name. It carried on throughout his years in school and soon found a whole new meaning when he entered the music industry.

“I’ll show you something unusual about the drum playing,” he says, as he steps up to one of his drum kits. “I had never had seen a drum setup…I thought if I was playing the hi-hat (cymbal) with my right hand, it oughta be sitting on the right side.”

This “backward” way of playing is what gave him the versatility and playing style that caused him to be proclaimed “The Father of the Drums.”

“I’m glad I didn’t know,” he says. “It was a ‘fluke’ thing.”

In October 1955, WS, with less than a week of drumming under his belt, headed to Memphis with Perkins, who landed a contract that day. However, it wasn’t until the release of Perkins’ landmark single that he fully committed to a career in music.

“When ‘Blue Suede Shoes’ came out, I had to make a decision to either keep working on air conditioners or play in a band,” Holland says. “So, I decided to play in a band.”

He spent the next five years touring and recording with Perkins, including the legendary 1956 “Million Dollar Quartet” session, where Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee Lewis joined Perkins at the Sun Records studio before they all found success.

“People now will ask me, ‘Man, what was it like to be in the studio with all those big stars?’” he says. “And I say, ‘Hey, I wasn’t in the studio with any big stars that night.”

This landmark session was just another day for Holland. While most see Presley, Cash, Perkins and Lewis as icons, at the time he simply knew them as fellow musicians that were just trying to achieve success.

Now this is where his story takes a turn: Holland wanted to retire from music in 1960.

“I figured I had done all that I’d ever do: played on the ‘Blue Suede Shoes’ record, the Million Dollar Quartet session, toured all over the country, been in a movie, did “The Perry Como Show” and all the big TV shows, and I had met [my wife] Joyce.”

However, before he could call it quits, a musician called him up asking if he’d join him on tour.

“He didn’t have a drummer in the band, and he wanted me to go on a two-week trip,” Holland says. “I went for that two-week period and it lasted almost 40 years.”

The man who called was Johnny Cash.

“We’re gon’ be playing a big building in New York, and I’d like for you to go, cause I think we’re gonna need more noise,” Cash told him that day. “I’ve been hearing you play now since 1955, and you make a lot of noise.”

When asked what it was like to tour with Cash, to play the White House, to play on Cash’s iconic prison albums, “At Folsom Prison” and “At San Quentin,” the latter of which features Holland receiving a shout-out from Cash on the set’s closing medley before Holland bursts into resounding solo, his response is humble: these were just the latest in a long line of gigs for the band.

“At the time we were doing it, we didn’t think anything about it,” he says.  “It was just another place to play. Even [during] the prison [shows] there was never any kind of a problem. We just went in and played the shows just like we played anywhere else.”

Holland toured with Cash until the singer fell ill in 1998, ending his touring. When asked why Cash chose to keep him on him all those years, Holland, of course, replies: “It’s just another one of those ‘fluke’ things.”

Ron Haney (left) and WS Holland (right) talk with ABC affiliate WBBJ before their show at the Carl Perkins Civic Center in Jackson, Tennessee on Saturday August 16, 2014. (John Connor Coulston)

Ron Haney (left) and WS Holland (right) talk with ABC affiliate WBBJ before their show at the Carl Perkins Civic Center in Jackson, Tennessee on Saturday August 16, 2014. (John Connor Coulston)

When the touring stopped, Holland considered stopping as well. That was until he met his current bandmate/manager Ron Haney, who convinced WS to start his own band, aptly named “The WS Holland Band.”

The four-piece group currently tours all over the world, including stops in Canada, Denmark, Norway and throughout the U.S., playing Cash’s songs, as well as hits from Elvis, Perkins and other stars, to large crowds.

“I’m looking forward to starting my next 60 years,” he says with a smile.

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Dead Alive is an awful movie that one should ever watch ever.

“Dead Alive” (or “Braindead” as it’s known outside the U.S.) is a 1992 cult classic comedy/horror film directed by Peter Jackson (yes, THAT Peter Jackson) that many cinemaphiles say is one of the greatest comedy horrors and/or zombie films of all time.

And I hate it.

I was introduced to this movie (I’m refusing to call it a film from here on out. Film is to artsy of a word for this thing.), through a horror film studies course and had absolutely no idea what to expect. For 90-or-so minutes, I was subjected to a nauseating amount of bodily gore, horrible writing and even worse acting.

That’s not even counting the scenes of zombie sex (that results in a mutant baby), animal-killing and an awful claymation rat-monkey creature thing.

Maybe I’m getting a little too ahead of myself. The basic plot revolves around Lionel, his love interest Paquita and his overbearing mother Vera. Through a series of extremely-forced events, Vera is bitten by a giant rat-monkey creature and is turned into a mutant/zombie thing. Instead of killing his mom and preventing a potential zombie apocalypse, he decides to keep her locked in their basement and takes care of her, as well as several others she infects. And of course all hell breaks lose when the zombies break free.

My gripes about the film are countless. First off, you don’t get any idea of the plot for like 20+ minutes, just poorly acted encounters that lead one to think “what is this movie and why is it so bad?”

Then, on top of the bad acting, the gore begins to come in to play.

I personally don’t mind gore. When a chainsaw-wielding madman slices through an unsuspecting victim and blood splatters all over the screen, I don’t flinch. It’s necessary, in a way, to make the scene believably scary.

“Dead Alive” utilizes gore for the sake of gore. Or better yet, even for comedic effect. It’s as if they wanted to make a comedy, but replaced all the jokes with unnecessary shots of exploding heads, decapitated limbs, exploding puss gland-things and zombie sex.

Seriously, zombie sex. It was a totally unnecessary scene that yielded this abomination:

 To make matters worse, you can’t tell if “Dead Alive” is a bad horror movie or bad comedy until half-way through, when the priest delivers this beauty of a line: “I kick ass for the Lord!” 

The film’s climax features an admittedly bad-ass lawnmower scene, that utilizes copious amounts of blood. The weird thing is, due to the massive amounts of shock value bodily fluid scenes that litter the film up to that point, it takes away from the glory of the scene, and in turn, the whole third act of the film.

The viewer is desensitized, in a way. If they scaled back the unnecessary gore from the first hour, it would make the entire outrageous, over-the-top conclusion of the film so much more enjoyable, maybe even slightly funny due to how outlandish the gore is.

Now I can write about how unnecessary the gore is and how squeamish I felt watching it (as several of my classmates lol’d at the action on screen, might I add), but until you see it, you won’t understand. Below is a compilation video scored to Anthrax that can give you an idea of what I’m talking about. But seriously, until you see the unedited clips and subject your self to elongated shots of bodily fluid ooze, reanimated intestines and syringes to the eye (WHICH I DON’T RECOMMEND YOU DO UNLESS YOU’RE A MASOCHIST), you just won’t get it.

Gucci Mane – ‘Dessert’ | EP Review

The artwork for Gucci Mane's "Dessert" EP. (DatPiff.com)

The artwork for Gucci Mane’s “Dessert” EP. (DatPiff.com)

When infamous Atlanta rapper Gucci Mane went to prison on a slew of charges ranging from parole violations to disorderly conduct in late 2013, many thought we would barely hear a peep from the president of 1017 Records for the remainder of the decade. However, that’s been the opposite of the case, as 23 albums, mixtapes and EPs have been released online since he was last a free man.

“Dessert” is a three track EP that is meant to accompany a the mixtape trio of “Breakfast,” “Lunch” and “Dinner” that was released earlier in March. As far as how those releases fall in with his other projects, they are typical Gucci Mane cuts: straightforward trap rap with lyrics and hooks that are average at best.

But with “Dessert,” think we see a “sweeter,” more accessible sound that is often lost in the monthly dump of the rapper’s material. The EP is short (clocking in at exactly 10 minutes), simple and to the point. And while it may be a bit repetitive, it shows an accessible side of his catalog that hasn’t been prevalent since the 2012 mixtape “Trap Back.”

The EP’s first track, the Honorable C-Note-produced “Don’t Make Me Mad,” is a low-key, autotuned cut that is reminiscent of fellow-Atlanta artist and collaborator Future. While it’s easy to imagine a cringe-worthy pop-rap song with autotune covering up Gucci’s singing voice; the tool’s use is much more in line with Kanye West’s “808s and Heartbreaks” era material and the aforementioned Future’s material. Autotune is used to enhance the vocals, not salvage them.

Gucci repeats the hook of “please don’t make me, please don’t me mad” in a subtle-but-catchy way that comes off as a kind of genuine intimidation. It’s as if he really doesn’t want to show you what he’s made of, but he will if he has to. This delivery paired with a moody mix of piano loops and synthesizers makes “Please Don’t Make Me Mad” an interesting, dark addition to the rapper’s ever-growing repertoire.

Second on the tracklist is “Play Too Much,” a song produced by Mike WiLL Made-It that doesn’t shy too far away from the typical trap-rap formula. But if you give it a close listen, the nonsensical hook about eating too many M&M’S and spending too much money begins to stick in your head. Also, you can hear Gucci deliver some surprisingly tongue-twisting wordplay towards the end of the track.

Gucci returns to autotune on the final track with positive results. “I Came to Ball” is a bit more upfront in the arrogance department than “Don’t Me Mad.” but it still delivers a similar, catchy punch. While the track is lacking in the lyrical department moreso than the other two, lyrics aren;t really a drawing point for any Gucci Mane release.

Overall, “Dessert” is exactly what it intends to be. It’s a quick, sweet taste of what Gucci Mane can do on his best days. It’s much more digestible than a 30+ song dump that was the “Breakfast” “Lunch” and “Dinner” trilogy; and hopefully he and his producers will opt for this kind of release more often going forward.
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