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The
following tribute was written by one of the many people
who admired and were influenced by Dino over the years.
Our sincere thanks to Derek for his tribute. |
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Dino
Valenti was the single most influential person in my musical
world. And I’ve been a musician all my life. I’ve
played guitar since I was a kid, entertained in coffee
houses in the ‘60s, toured with my own bands in the ‘70s
and ‘80s, and written my own material the whole time.
I’ve studied the “greats” from Elvis
to Dylan, from Janis to Jimmi. But I’ve never seen
anyone like Dino Valenti. |
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| The first time I saw
him was in the mid ‘60s and I was just a kid – eighteen
or nineteen maybe. I walked into a coffee house I attended
regularly, and he was playing that night. I was learning
guitar myself and would gather techniques and material from
watching the entertainers making the folk circuit. |
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| I had come in the
rear entryway through the kitchen area where they had the
espresso machines, and stood in the back opposite the stage.
He was playing a Guild 12-string and had a voice unlike anything
I’d ever heard. It was this cowboy, hillbilly whine
that, at first, I didn’t like. It wasn’t what
I was used to hearing. And I didn’t like his attitude
either. Most entertainers waited for the audience’s
response to tell them if they were good. This guy was telling
the audience. Not verbally. He just emanated command. I almost
walked out. Almost. Something held me. What did he have that
made him think he was so good? I decided to look more closely. |
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| He was using a strum
I’d never heard before; an unimaginably fast staccato
hammering – so fast it was beyond my ability to assess.
But it was smooth and clean and definite. I wanted to study
it, break it down so I could learn it, but his hand was a
blur. The whine of his voice was still unappealing to me
on the surface, but I had to admit he had control. And projection.
And range. And through his showmanship of arrogant self-importance
poured an incredible intensity of pure dynamic energy. The
stage thumped with the pounding of his boot to the rhythm
of his strumming. And within less than a minute he had me.
This guy was good. I found a chair and sat down. |
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| I began to like him
in spite of myself. Yes, he oozed arrogance, but he was taking
us all with him. I realized I wasn’t offended anymore
by his air of self-importance because I was carried by his
charisma. I could see from his altitude. His tempo would
speed up, then slow down within the same song as he imposed
his own inflections on the mood he wished to create. And
as he changed the tempo, he would change his strum completely,
sometimes instantaneously, sometimes gradually, but always
with perfect continuity. He would ease up, gather us all
together in a moment of relaxation, then take off in another
flight of intensity. He paid no attention to the standard
interpretation of the material, but molded it completely
to himself. And we went with him, because we wanted to see
where he would go with it. |
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| I had seen others
modify material and play their own versions of songs. Sometimes
it was good, but I had never seen it done with such authority.
It was as though his version was the best possible way to
do it. |
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| I wasn’t able
to see as much of him that night as I would have liked; he
was sharing the billing with a female performer and only
did two sets all evening. In the days that followed I told
my friends about Dino and began studying and copying (as
best I could!) his style. I would find out where he was playing
next and go to see him every chance I got. |
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| The friends I recommended
Dino to reacted the same as I had when I first heard him.
They didn’t like his whine. As with Dylan, you had
to overcome something to get into Dino, and not everybody
wished to do that overcoming. I would insist they listen
to him further. Many would, and without exception, those
that listened more carefully would tell me Dino had become
their favorite musical artist too. |
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| You still hear performers
these days who try to copy Dino. They fail as dismally in
their attempts as did I. He once said that he knew what he
wanted to do and there was no one else doing it. In my opinion
no one else could do it. |
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| To be fair I should
note that there are vocalists who have as great a range as
Dino. There are singers who have the control and can project
as well. There are guitar players who can match his musicianship,
his smoothness, touch and fluidity. There are performers
who can fill the room as totally and command an audience
with the same authority. There are songwriters who can compose
with the same meaning and insight that he had. But in all
my life I’ve never seen the one who had it all. |
| Not like Dino Valenti. |
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Written by Derek Crawford |
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