In 1934 he made his first professional recordings for the
Columbia label as singer for Lud Gluskin and his Orchestra, before moving to
Bluebird as singer for Louis 'King' Garcia in 1936. John took a job at the
Mills Music Publishing Company, based in the famous Brill Building, as a song
demonstrator and office assistant during the day, singing in clubs around New
York at night. When it was
suggested to him that the name Arcesi sounded too ethnic he changed it,
recording as Don Darcy from 1935–45, and Johnny Darcy from 1946-1950.
For several years Darcy sang with Joe Venuti's Orchestra and
he recorded with a number of
different acts on an equal number of different labels until, in 1952, he was
signed as a featured singer by Capitol Records. Reverting to his original birth
name, he garnered several column inches when, while performing the song Lost In
Your Love in Las Vegas he put a young woman by the name of Ariel Edmunson in to
an hypnotic trance which supposedly lasted some 39 hours. It was a publicity
stunt, of course, but it worked.
John's first single release with Capitol was Wild Honey/Moonlight Brings Memories. Capitol ran several full pages ads in Billboard magazine
promoting the disc and even sent deejays jars of honey in the hope of gaining a
few spins. Reviews were not fooled though: Billboard’s Bill Smith wrote that he used ‘a lot of artificial
poses that are glaringly apparent and studied. His singing style is very slow
and very deliberate. In fact he comes to a dead stop at the end of each line in
such a manner that time and again it looked like he blew the lyrics.’ When he
tried to pull yet another silly stunt to promote his latest record Smith
dismissed it as so ‘corny that it had plant written all over it. Based on voice
quality alone Arcesi might make it, but the build-ups, stunts and tricky
arrangements dreamed up for him are not going to help very much. The dough
could be used to better advantage teaching him how to sell’.
Despite all that Capitol continued to have faith: in March
1953 Arcesi recorded four sides with Nelson Riddle, three written by Arcesi
himself, and he was voted third most promising 'new singer' by Billboard, following Al Martino and Steve Lawrence. Sadly fame
was not to be found, and in spite of further name changes (including Tony Conti
and Chick Johnson) Arcesi’s fifteen minutes were already up. By the beginning
of the 60s he had all-but retired.
Then, in 1972, an album entitled Reachin' Arcesia was released by the tiny Alpha Records. Just 300
copies of the album were pressed (the same company also issued a 45 by John
Arcesi, It's All According/Love is Like A Mountain sometime
around 1968), although it has been widely pirated since. A further 45 Reaching/Pictures In My Window
was released in 1979 by the Honolulu-based Orpheus-Alephia label (Arcesi moved
to the island in 1974). Confusingly Reaching and Love is Like A Mountain are the same song: even more confusing is that the
album bears absolutely no relation to anything Arcesi recorded during his big
band or ballad singer years.
The eleven songs on Reachin' Arcesia are almost beyond description; ridiculous and
overblown, kind of psychedelic but with garage-punk production values, it’s as
if Jim Morrison had never died. It is, frankly, utterly bizarre and utterly
beguiling. Having made his masterwork, John Arcesi would never record again,
instead he spent the last years of his life painting and dealing in art.
John died in Palm Springs, California on April 12, 1983 at
the age of 66.
Here is a brace of cuts from the awesome, jaw-dropping Reachin'
Arcesia: The Leaf and the
preposterous Mechanical Doll.
Enjoy!
I love this guy's music.. but we have the Lutherans in the post below and here we have RCC? Roman Catholic Church!!
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Mechanical Doll - WOW!
ReplyDeleteI was going to suggest this as a perfect counterpart to the Kaplan Bros. "Nightbird" (q.v.) along w/ Father Pat Berkery's magical hep-cat spoken word Psych Prayer LP, but you've obviously done your homework on the subject of egregiously bad Psychedelic records. My friend in Portland has an actual vinyl of this that he paid $500 for; it's a spectacular record, the sound of a bellowing dinosaur after his first acid trip and desperately trying to reclaim hip...
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