June 16, 1973: A trio called One-Way Street

 


Summer’s here! Time for another visit to a lakeside club outside Angola. 

June 16, 1973 

One-Way Street: Happy Musical Tour 

DICK VASILE has rules. Not that he’s against people having a good time in his club, but he gets an older crowd and when your place sits almost shoulder to shoebuckle with the youthful watering spots on Old Lake Shore Road outside Angola, well, you need a regulation or two.

          For instance, the sign at the door of the South Shore: “You Must Be 21 And Prove It.” Or the stipulation about no motorcycles. There may be two or three dozen mean, gleaming two-wheelers elsewhere at The Lake on a warm Friday night, but there’s none in Dick’s lot.

          Not even Paul Ferguson, organist with the band there, can pull an exception. If he’d roll in on a bike, Dick wouldn’t let him in either. Paul’s asked.

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AND THE RULES work out. “One thing about the place,” Paul says. “There’s a good mixture of younger and older people and there’s never any hostility.”

          So instead of getting a milling throng like its neighbors, the South Shore draws well-mannered folks who’ll sit at tables when they aren’t dancing. Older couples too, like Paul’s parents, who show up regularly.

          “My parents haven’t come out for any other band I’ve been in,” he says. “But at the South Shore, they’ll be in every two, three weeks and fill up a table for 12.”

          For a trio with just an organ, drums and vocals, One-Way Street musters a surprisingly full sound in a light, jazzy night-club vein. It’s a challenge, the group says, on those highly-orchestrated middle-of-the-road hits that make the listeners happy, but a year of willingness to work it out together has given them a grasp of it.

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“I THINK the greatest thing’s the way we get along,” singer Geri LaBelle says. “Other groups, you make a mistake, they get on you.”

          “With us, we really drive each other,” Paul adds. “It’s just so natural. We do anything the people want to hear and they enjoy it and we enjoy it.”

          “It’s like the people are part of it,” Geri says. “Last night we had some of them up on stage, playing maracas and tambourines.”

          “One time,” Paul recalls, “we did ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic’ and everybody in the place was singing along. They really got it on.”

          Though the South Shore has become their base, a Thursday to Sunday night home for most of the past year, One-Way Street wonders now whether they’d fit into the clubs in Buffalo, the big leagues, so to speak.

          “I wonder if we’d go over in the city,” Paul ponders.

          “Why not?” Geri inquires.

          “Where are you getting the majority of people at The Lake from?” drummer Sonny DiMaria asks rhetorically. “The city.”

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“I THINK one of the hardest things we have to face,” Paul says, “is what to do because of our instrumentation. We’re backing Geri and doing harmony and it’s like we’re doing sound to make up for not being a five- or six-piece group.

          “It’s different from what people think of organ, drums and a girl singer, that’s for sure. They think it’s going to be wedding music.”

          It’s the organ that fills it out basically, though Sonny is equally busy on drums. The bonus is Paul’s custom set of bass pedals.

          “They’re made by a local guy from Buffalo,” Paul says. “Joe Woodburn. People hear about them word of mouth, he never advertises.

          “It works on a photo cell and it’s very complex and painstaking to install, but it’s helped my foot 50 percent. It sounds just like a bass. You get that sustain and that big bass-y depth.”

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THE OTHER SIDE of the foot matter is shoes, for which Paul picks up used ones, supple and broken in by some guy who wears the same size.

          “I used to play in church and it was so quiet all you could hear was my shoes hitting the pedals,” he says. “So I went barefoot for a while. But down at the South Shore, there’s too much sand around for that.”

          “Remember the night I hid Paul’s shoes?” Sonny chuckles. “I got up to Woodlawn and thought, my gosh, I forgot to tell him. It was the middle of winter too.”

          “He forgets everything,” Geri says.

          “I wound up wearing baggies home,” Paul says.

          Geri is a strong, perky singer with the kind of brashness that practically dares you not to like her. She’s adaptable too, handling everything from “You’re So Vain” to that raging Ike and Tina Turner version of “Proud Mary.”

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PAUL HOLDS HIS OWN on lead, not bad considering he’d only sung harmony before he joined the group last year. And Sonny, who’d only done lead singing, handles harmonies in good form, even Four Seasons falsetto.

          He gets the piece de resistance in “Playground in My Mind,” which the band puts an extra effort into since Clint Holmes comes from nearby Farnham. One night his parents were in.

          “Yeah, I get to do ‘My name is Michael, I got a nickel,’” Sonny squeaks.

          “We try to keep up on the tunes,” he adds.

          “Just for ourselves,” says Geri. “The people’d be happy to hear ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’ week after week.”

          Their offstage friendship (Sonny, a barber, even cuts hair for everyone) and fooling around carries onto the stage, putting each other in verses of “What’d I Say” or jokes about noses and nicknames.

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“WE PUT EACH OTHER down,” Geri says. “People’ll come up and ask don’t you like each other?”

          It doesn’t stop there.

          “I told this one girl my bass pedals were computerized,” Paul says. “I said I put a computer card in for the song I’m playing and just move my foot around. She believed it.”

          The group feels now it has a solid base on which to build. Paul, now that he’s out of school, wants to write songs, add an electric piano on top of the organ and perhaps work a guitar into his repertoire. They even talk of recording.

          “Sonny was a weekend musician having a good time when we got together,” Paul says. “Now we’ve got something. You never would’ve thought of closing your barber shop to go into music a year ago.” 

The box/sidebar: 

Building Their Way Together 

          One-Way Street settled into its present formation last September after a personnel shift that brought singer Geri LaBelle in first from a group called Gallery, then organist Paul Ferguson from the same group.

          Drummer Francis (Sonny) DiMaria was calling his band Changing Tymes at that point, the name he’d chosen for a trio he’d had with two young rock players who chafed at doing softer music.

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“WE CALLED ourselves Deuce for a while when Geri was out having her baby,” Sonny says, “but when she came back, I didn’t want to go back to Changing Tymes. It’d changed too many times for me.”

          Sonny, a 30-year-old barber with a shop on Fillmore Avenue, had played as a part-time musician for at least a decade, doing mostly weddings before opting for a commercial gig. He went to Lafayette High, has two kids.

          Geri, who’s 28, went to Grover Cleveland High School and D’Youville College for a while, but got her break singing in the days Tommy Shannon had a studio across the street from her house.

          “I was going with one of the Rebels, the group which did ‘Wild Weekend,’” she says. “I used to sing with Brenda Lee records and people said I sounded like her, then I met a band that needed a singer.

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“I DID country-western shows with Ramblin’ Lou, he used to enjoy it when I sang ‘Long Tall Sally.’ And then I worked in Toronto through an agent, did McVan’s. I was even an emcee at Frank’s Casa Nova over on Bailey, introducing the strippers.”

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PAUL’S 22, a native of Springville with two daughters. His wife Judy works as a nurse while he’s taken classes at Corning and Genesee Community Colleges. He’s been with several commercial bands, among them Gallery and Bridge.

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IN THE PHOTO: From left, Sonny DiMaria, Geri LaBelle and Paul Ferguson.

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FOOTNOTE: Organist Paul Ferguson, who first appeared in this series of articles in 1971 when he was with the group called Bridge, teamed up with Andy Taylor in 1974 in a music and comedy duo that played hotels, resorts and casinos across the country, including the 1980 Winter Olympics in Lake Placid and Disney World.

He found a new partner in 1990, did studio and stage work out of Nashville with Del Reeves, and developed a solo act with several high-tech electronic helpers. Now a resident of NaplesFla., his Facebook page shows him reuniting every summer to play with Andy Taylor to play in Tin Pan Galley, Andy’s restaurant in Sackets Harbor on Lake Ontario near Watertown. This summer they’re performing every Wednesday from 6 to 10 p.m.

Drummer Sonny DiMaria kept cutting hair at Sonny Dee’s Barber Shop. After he died in 2014, the people who left tributes to him frequently mentioned how he always kept them laughing.

As for singer Geri LaBelle, poof! Vanished. I can’t find her online.

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