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Hilary Marckx (Songwriter, Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica)
-Hilary’s first memory of
music was being rocked in his mother’s lap as she sang
“Oklahoma Hills ”by Woody Guthrie. He was brought up by a
minister father and a musician mother who led tent
revivals in the Ozark Mountains during the ‘40s, and later
in churches. Hilary remembers his mother leading church
singing with her mandolin (he still has that mandolin),
and singing in a deep alto voice.Part of his childhood was
confined to bed in the early fifties with on-going
problems connected to rheumatic fever. He remembers
sitting in bed listening to honky tonk and country radio
when he could get a station. Living as he did in the high
desert country of northeastern California, radio was
always words and music one could make out over the
constant hiss of static. |
When he was thirteen in 1956, when he
moved from the mountains to Los Gatos, CA, he heard what, even
at that time, he considered real, true music for the first time.
Carl Perkins, Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Jackie Wilson, Gene
Vincent, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Chuck Berry generated what Hilary
terms a benchmark for what music is suppose to do for the
listener – fire up them up and let spontaneous combustion have
its way.
Hilary began writing melodies and lyrics early on, but had no outlet
for doing so and only did it in his head, humming little ditties like,
“I got a gal and her name is Betty, She’s the kind of gal to make you
hot and sweaty” – the kind of stuff a fourteen year old boy might
think up. The ability to write was not used then, but it was always
there to be drawn on when the time was right. His father was a
fundamentalist minister and loathed rockabilly, rock ‘n roll, country,
and any kind of music but about six hymns out of the Baptist hymnal.
Hilary’s mother gave his father a guitar for their first Christmas in
1928. It was an Epiphone Recording “A”, 12-fret cutaway that could be
converted into a Hawaiian-style guitar. Hilary finally got hold of it
in the late sixties and began to think about actually doing something
with it. By the middle seventies he was writing songs and performing.
He still sometimes performs with it for nostalgia’s sake.
Hilary says he may not look like he’s rockabilly, but he is rockabilly
to the bone, “I was there! There’s all this talk about
retro-rockabilly, but I lived and danced to those kats. I guess I’m
retro. I stood in the Student Union at Los Gatos High and rocked to
Perkins’ ‘Put Your Cat Clothes On’, ‘Tutti Frutti’ by Little Richard,
Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On by Jerry Lee Lewis, ‘Daddy Cool’ by the
Rays, and ‘Be Bop a Lula’ by Gene Vincent . At thirteen it became my
life and it is now, but I thought at first it wasn’t for me and turned
to photography as my artistic outlet. It was a very quiet outlet, and
I needed the sound of rock pounding on my body. Now, when I stand up
on stage and sing songs like, ‘I Want to Rock You,’ or ‘It’s a
Rocket,’ or ‘Rockin’ at the Black Cat,’ and the audience goes crazy so
do I. They egg me on, and we love each other.”
Of his influences the early rockers mentioned above were very strong
as well as some of the story-song writers of the ‘60s and ‘70s: Tom T.
Hall, Mickey Newberry, were key of these, with John Stewart being
primary. Later his central influence would be Billy Joe Shaver. But at
both ends of his career two stand out for the personal friendship they
offered and the wisdom they were willing to share. First is Mick
Martin, Sacramento blues harpist, for helping him understand how songs
were put together and their internal logic, and for encouraging
Hilary’s budding song writing. Second is Charlie Musselwhite, blues
great, and current neighbor, who through many conversations helped
Hilary move from the story-song back to his love of rockabilly.
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