Showing posts with label RAM. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 2, 2026

Working With Paul (1971)




Photo by Linda McCartney 

 Working With Paul

By Vicki Wickham

Hit Parader

November 1971


    "All I remember is getting a phone call from Linda McCartney, addressing herself as 'Mrs. McCartney'. And I said, 'Who?' She said, 'My husband would like to meet you.' And I said,' Did I ever work for your husband before?' And she said, 'This is Linda McCartney, and my husband is Paul McCartney', like I was supposed to know Paul McCartney was calling my house, that kind of thing. She didn't make it clear what they wanted me for. I thought it was a meeting or a recording session, but it turned out to be an audition. "

     "Paul pays attention to every detail. When he records it all comes out Paul McCartney," says one session musician.  That was the start of David Spinozza's association with Paul McCartney in New York when they recorded Paul and Linda's album, Ram. 

    David, age 21, is a studio musician. He's been a session musician since he was 17. In an average week without even trying, he can make $1,500 and a lot more if he does more sessions. The union rate for a musician in New York is $90 per three-hour session. 

    He's rated as the top session guy. But not only that, he's rated as being the most original, exciting, imaginative, and broadest guitarist in the business, alongside Hendrix, BB King, Clapton, and every heavy you can think of. He can play anything, but whatever it is, it's David Spinozza. He started out in the Black scene, learning from an upright bass player who taught guitar in music stores. He had a guitar when he was six, playing through school, and is now studying the classical guitar. He is a guitarist on Freda Payne's "Band of Gold."  In fact, he's on just about everyone's record.

     When he and Linda got it together on the phone, he took down an address. "So I went to this place on 45th Street, some dirty loft, and they must have been there for three days auditioning people. I'd heard that some of the studio guys had given them a hard time, which I really didn't want to do, because I wanted to work with him.

     "So when I got there, there were three guitar players, but you had to be called, like you couldn't walk in off the street with your guitar. He introduced himself to me with a three-day-old beard, and we're alone in this gigantic room, and there's nothing but amplifiers, piano, drums, and Linda. He wanted me to play something. He played a blues, a solo, and some folk, and said he wanted me to do that. I played it. And then he just said,  'Sorry, I couldn't spend more time, but I have a lot of people to see, blah blah.' So I said, 'Fine.'

    " As soon as I got home, the phone rang, and Linda wanted me to do the sessions the following week. The dates started out going really smoothly, but then what was happening was that although originally they had told me they wanted me for four whole weeks, days were getting called out, and they weren't booking definite dates. So I had to keep asking, not to be a drag, but to keep my book straight and to know what other work I could take.

     "I kept asking, but I wasn't getting a straight answer. Finally, after I hadn't heard from them, Linda rang me up on, I guess, a Sunday night, and wanted me to do all the following week just like that. I couldn't because I'd asked if we'd be working, and they had said probably not. So I had taken other dates. I told them that I couldn't keep every week open, because when McCartney goes back to England, there are other people that call me all year and they're going to keep me eating, not him, although I'd love to do his sessions. So she called me the Sunday evening, and I said I could make two of the days, but not all five. And she got very indignant. I guess that's the vibrations I got. I got vibrations like 'it's a Paul McCartney session. You're supposed to keep your life open indefinitely.'

     "Now, evidently, they're not hip to the New York scene. Maybe in England, it's a looser kind of studio scene. In NY, you take dates, you do them, and you don't cancel out on other people, and you don't keep weeks open, not knowing. It's a business as well as an art. 

    "So finally, I just did those two days, and the next week, I still couldn't get a straight answer, and it seemed I was dealing with Linda, not with Paul. She just really speaks for him and handles the business and wouldn't let me talk directly to him to sort out what he wanted. Then she called me one day, having told me the night before we'd be working, and just canceled out the day after I had turned down work. She said they were going to do overdubs. So I guess they got bugged at me trying to find out how I stood.

     "The studio was fine. Paul knew what he wanted. I think the whole album was done in the same form as the McCartney album, only we played the parts for him. It was done in a way. There was no freedom. We were told exactly what to play. He knew what he wanted, and he just used us to do it. He just sang us the parts he wanted, and the tune developed as we went along. We added things, we made suggestions. But I would say that two out of 10 times he took one of our suggestions, or at least if he did, he modified it and made it into a Paul McCartney-sounding thing. It always came out Paul McCartney, regardless of the suggestion. 

     "Linda didn't have much to do in the studio. She just took care of the kids. You know, the kids were there all the time. Every day. They brought the whole family every day to the studio, and they just stayed, no matter how long Paul stayed. If he was there until four o'clock in the morning, everybody stayed. I thought, to a certain degree. It was distracting. It was a nice, loose atmosphere, but distracting.

    "Linda? I really don't know what she did in the studio, aside from sit there and make her comments on what she thought was good and what she thought was bad. My personal opinion is that everybody, especially in the music business, when they finally find an old lady that they really dig, they try to get her into everything, which I don't believe in. I just didn't. It just didn't make sense to me.

     "She sang all right. I heard some of the things she sang on the album. She can sing fine, like any girl who worked in a high school glee club; she can hold a note and sing background. So Paul gives her the note and says, 'Here, Linda, sing this, and I'm going to sing this.' And she does it, but it's all McCartney. Paul McCartney, I mean.

     "I played acoustic. There's one track which is a cute thing, a blues tune, which I think has a pretty unique sound on it, and I had fun doing it. It's called "3 Legs."  Paul likes to double-track a lot of things. We both played acoustic on some tracks and then tripled. Denny Seiwell was on drums, Paul and I on guitars. Sometimes Paul played piano, but he never played bass while we were there. He overdubbed the bass. It was a little weird because bass drums and guitar would have been more comfortable, but that's the way he works.

     "It seemed weird for him to come to town and audition the heaviest musicians in the business, cats who've been playing in music for 15 years and played with just about everyone, and who, as musicians, The Beatles just couldn't stand next to as instrumentalists. You don't have to audition these cats. They can play anything under the sun. We asked him once, and he said he was only in town for two days to check out the musicians. And it turned out that he couldn't go out and buy all the different albums to find out which cats were into what music, and so he just called an audition to try to hear everyone. I can understand his point, because people sound good on records and then their attitudes are bad or something, so you have to meet them and get involved personally. 

    "Paul doesn't like to have to, and I think he personally liked us. He doesn't like having to say, 'Well, I don't like this playing because of this.' He's just going to tell you he doesn't like it and change it. He really doesn't want to have to argue with you because he knows what he wants. The Beatles, as writers, are definitely innovators, but as players, there's just a minimum amount of playing on their albums. Their music at that time was bad. It was juvenile. I was listening to James Brown, Muddy Waters, people like that. 

    "Working with Paul was fun inasmuch as it was good to see how he works and where he's coming from, but as a musician, it wasn't fun because it wasn't challenging or anything like that, but it was good. McCartney is definitely a songwriter, not a musician, but he writes beautiful songs. In the studio, he's incredibly prompt and businesslike, no smoking pot, no drinking or carrying on, nothing, just straight ahead. He came in at 9am in the morning. We were all there and would listen to what we'd done the day before, so that it would get us psyched, ready to do the day's work. Then we went into the studio, and it was eight hours of just playing. He's not a very loose cat, not eccentric in any way at all, very much of a family man. He just wants to make good music.

Sunday, May 8, 2022

New York or Bust

From time to time people ask me to post a story where Paul is not his usual happy self toward fans.   It is well known that Paul and Linda were pretty rude toward a lot of people in 1970-1971.    I do not post a lot of these stories, not because I am trying to protect Paul, but because a lot of the fans that are in the stories are visitors of this site and I do not want to make them uncomfortable or remind them of unhappy things.  

Yes, Paul and Linda were both unkind toward fans and really could have handled some of their interactions with fans differently.   However -- knowing what we know now,  Paul and Linda's reactions are understandable.

This story isn't too terrible and the girl that Paul says rude things to isn't named, so I thought I would share this one for those of you who wanted to read this type of story.  




 New York or Bust…???

By Sarah

McCartney Ltd.

December 1972

 

It all began on October 24, 1970, the day Sher and I returned from our 6-week stay in London’s Sloane Square.  On October 8th we see on the front page of a paper – a smiling crewcut shorn man with sunglasses, alias Paul “Martin” McCartney in all places by NEW YORK!  WE fell apart inside and decided that someone up there was against us --- what rotten timing was it for real???

So we stayed out in London until the planned day and went to New York to find no one had found him yet.  Of course, I just got back to Indiana when Sher found out where he was recording by making a lot of phone calls!

Believe me, you haven’t lived until you’ve gotten up at the crack of dawn, gone to the airport, jumped on a flight to NY, and suddenly found yourself at Columbia Recording Studios (via Sher’s apartment) in all of three hours – phew!  But Pamela and myself made it but only after scrapping her up off the sidewalk after seeing a very George looking soul leaning against a car.

 

Once we got there we were told we had just missed him – just what we didn’t need to hear, so we went across the street to attempt to eat but one finds it hard when you know he’s in that building over there.  At 2:30 Paul, Linda, Heather, and Mary being carried by Paul stepped out of the doors and posed for pics.  Most people bunched up around them and Heather got separated and looked petrified.  Paul wore his navy blue suit, Linda beige midi, and shawl, Linda stepped out to hail a cab as Paul turned around and said, “Please don’t’ follow us.”  Then they got in the cab and left I just stood in a happy daze after not having seen him since August 1969.  This one girl was screaming and went off to tell her mother.  Half an hour later from around the corner came Paul with Linda on his right, arms around each other.  Once they got closer, he pulled her nearer.  Two girls gave him gifts for May and Heather and he said “thank you” and then handed them to Linda.  As they got to the door, Paul let Linda go in first and as he went through, he took off his ever-present sunglasses.  Just then some girls yelled out “PAWL!” (and no I didn’t misspell it).  “Do you love me?”  Paul about killed himself laughing, though everyone outside seemed a bit embarrassed for her comment as this was 1970 and not 1964. 

 

At 6:40 Paul stepped out of the elevator and talked to the doorman, occasionally looking out but then stepped back out of sight.  The cab finally arrived and everyone surged the door.  He stepped out then almost backed off, by they walked straight through as the flashcubes went off like bombs.  Some more gifts were given to him and he took them quickly as Linda was trying to open the cab door which was locked for some idiotic reason.  They banged on the window and still, the driver didn’t catch on as they were getting crushed outside.  Paul finally reached his hand through and opened it himself and they jumped into the cab and took look.  Linda looked relieved but they got caught in traffic not far off the block.  We left then and went back to Sher’s after eating what seemed like a 50lb pizza.

 

We trooped off for Columbia at 8am and had a great ride on NY subways.  I bought Paul flowers – the time was 9:20am.  Bessie came rushing over from across the street staying she was glad to not be the only one waiting.  The fingernails really took a beating that hour as we waited and talked about which way to look and on a one-way street that’s not too difficult.  His cab pulled up at 9:58, I saw him first and said “He’s in the cab.”  Sher said, “What?”  I repeated it and she said “Oh, I’m not going to look (jokingly).  He got out first as Linda paid the taxi.  He was wearing the same suit with a red shirt and cowboy boots (and looking quite gorgeous but with those sunglasses again!)  Sher went up to him and said, “These are for you,” and then handed him the flowers.  He said “Um, oh thank you.  Hey, do me a favor and don’t hang around in the morning.” And walked over to where Pamela, Bessie, and I were standing.  “Hey, look please don’t come around in the morning.  It’s a bit much.”  He gestured with his left hand for that.  It sounds odd but it killed us.  Bessie and I said “ok,” though I remember nothing – it’s that face y’know?

He and Linda went in the studio and we collapsed.  Pamela got a picture of Sher handing him the flowers but just as she took it Linda walked through and hides Sher.  The cab driver had been watching and came over and said “who is that?”  We all said in unison, “You didn’t know???  Paul McCartney!”  His comment was “Are you shitting me?”  He couldn’t believe it.  We asked where he picked them up etc and swapped Paul’s dollar for another from him and split it in hours.  HE said they had been talking nonsense stuff and he didn’t pay much attention to them.  It sounds odd but that dollar had such a clean smell to it – later we found out to be British Sterling Powder.

 

Later when the numbers had increased considerably, while we were waiting a few businessmen stopped and one said: “These girls stand here day after day their sexual frustration must be phenomenal.”    Paul and Linda came out about 2:00 and a Hells Angel reject (ha!) ran up and flashed a cube right in his eyes which he wasn’t happy about.  They got in the can and someone yelled “Turn around Paulie Baby” he glared and said “Don’t you call me that, you_______ (Sara's note - not comfortable putting the unkind word he said here) then the cab left.  The girl was upset and kept saying that he’d said “schmuck” but we all knew that wasn’t it.   Peter, a guy waiting there, said he liked the way Paul walked – like he was walking on air.

 

The cab returned at 4 and they sat there a minute before getting out.  Then Heather went in alone Paul was carrying Mary and then Linda got out.  The girl ran up and said, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to offend you,” to which Paul said, “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”   Then she said, “I don’t want you to hate me.”  Paul’s answer as he passed through the doors was under his breath but, “I don’t even know you.”   There is more that happened but space is limited so I’ll end here.  It was great seeing him though depressing too because you realize how distant you are from him even though space-wise you’re so close.

 

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Ram




Anyone out there own a photograph such as this one of Paul during the making of Ram in NYC in late 1970 that I can license for my book??     Please??   Ask your friends that have Beatles photos if they have one please.