Richard Peterson is a Pacific Northwest institution, a well-known savant Seattle trumpet player/piano player/composer. His music is heavily influenced by the 1950’s and 60’s television soundtrack work of the Columbia and Ziv music production companies.
Richard released his first 45rpm single “Want to Be In The States” in 1976. He advanced his career by playing trumpet outside the football and baseball games for years. He has made records with many Seattle music celebrities. His debut full-length album, “Richard Peterson”, was released in 1982. In 1983, he released his second album, produced by Peter Barnes, from which the Stone Temple Pilots placed a track on their album “Purple”, which sold over 4 million copies.
“Big City Dick: Richard Peterson’s First Movie”, a documentary about Mr. Peterson, was released in 2004. It won the audience award at the Slamdance film festival in Park City Utah. His penchant for early TV music gained him the friendship of Hollywood actor Jeff Bridges via his father Lloyd Bridges of 1950’s “Sea Hunt” fame. Based on this enduring friendship, Richard often opens for Jeff’s band “The Abiders” when they play the Seattle area.
His new record is appropriately tilted, Seven, and features The Richard Peterson Orchestra (which is all Richard). It is the culmination of his many influences and years of composing music. Seven features Richard’s compositions, his playing on piano, horns, synth oboe, bass, drums and harp as well as a variety of vocalists and a violin player. Both true and new fans of Mr. Peterson’s work are certain to enjoy Seven. It is Richard’s masterpiece.
Green Monkey Records is proud to present the works of the amazing Richard Peterson. Richard will impress you with the depth and clarity of his astonishing new masterpiece, Seven. We are confident you will marvel at this brilliant new offering. Please give it a listen!
Richard Peterson – The Second Album (LP) 1983
Richard Peterson – The Religious Album (CD) 2008
Richard Peterson – Seven (CD) 2019
Review Revue: Richard Peterson’s First Album
THE TUNEFUL ECCENTRIC
By Peter Gilstrap
February 23, 1993
Richard Peterson is off the street, at the moment, and holding court at his piano — the keys slightly sticky — in the one-room apartment in the Capitol Hill section of Seattle that he calls home. The bright Pacific Northwestern sun slams through the two windows at his back, giving his silhouetted form the appearance of a slightly nervous Buddha. Periodically he rises to play cassettes of his music, shushing you, index finger to lips, demanding full attention until the last vibration of each song dissipates into silence.
The neat room is filled with icons and totems of his few but intense passions, things that somehow all mean something to the making of his music. Some objects look like found art, others like art still waiting to be found.
On the dresser are 14 meticulously arranged balls, part of Peterson’s “lost ball” collection, which numbers in the hundreds. Many are old and weathered, some adorned with boldly penned labels: “Globeball,” “Xyloball,” “Richard J. Peterson Productions Ball.” “Vibraball” rests in the bathroom soap dish.
Peterson, who has an uncanny gift for dates and numbers, picks up a cracked golf ball. “I found this July 16th, 1986, behind Safeway,” he says with an intensity that does not allow question. “I call it Fluteball because when I hear a flute it reminds me of this ball.” In front of the window is an hourglass-shaped work composed of a round green pillow — “my mother made it in 1956” — cradling a white translucent ball topped with a smaller dark red ball. “This is Lady Ball. It looks like a lady.”
Next to the twin bed that he easily dwarfs is one of Peterson’s most treasured objects, “carved from an old stump or tree trunk in the Southwest Washington jungle, northwest of Mt. St. Helens,” according to a small sign nearby. This is an elephant trunk; this is “Buddy.” Roughly four feet long, the trunk-shaped piece is one of many, all hand-carved with obvious care and love. “I’ve made them on and off for 29 years. I used to find good wood in Chehalis,” he says. “They used to be shorter, but now I like them longer. They are all my good friends.”
Peterson gets along with people just fine — he’s no hermit who talks to the refrigerator — but the trunks do seem to have a life of their own. He animates them, gives them power, and they do the same for him.
“I used to collect bent hinges — they’re kind of related to elephant trunks — but those days are behind me,” he says. “In 1984 I began making steel neckties, but I don’t show them to the public. It’s a private thing. I like the shape of these things, narrow at one end and absolutely wider at the other end.”
The ties, the trunks and the hinges all embody a certain aesthetic for Peterson, and they also possess a commonality with one other unexpected element: the voice of Johnny Mathis.
“When Johnny Mathis sings a wonderful ballad, his voice and an elephant trunk blend together,” says Peterson. “If you listen to Johnny Mathis and look at the elephant trunk it is appropriate, also similar to the tie. To me, his voice is love.”
As Jung had Freud and Kerouac had Cassady, Peterson has Mathis. He became enchanted with Mathis in 1982 — “I loved his picture on the ‘Greatest Hits’ cover. I liked his bent-up tie. I patterned the cover of my second album on this” — and since then has crisscrossed the country to see the legendary singer perform, waiting patiently for post-show audiences at backstage doors and loading docks. He has seen him 118 times, twice with Buddy in attendance, and enjoyed 86 handshakes.
“Dick will sit for two to three hours backstage till Johnny comes out,” says his traveling companion on most of his trips, his mother, who asks to be called simply Mrs. Peterson. “Johnny’s a gracious person, and he knows him by now, gracious yes! Wouldn’t you know someone if you’d met him 118 times?”
Not even Peterson’s amazing powers of numerical retention, however, can keep these Mathis vacation details straight, so for this he has the “Mathis Mountain.” Since 1983 he has kept a minutely detailed, multicolored chart; at a mere glance he can ascertain location, date, number of handshakes and money spent for each trip. Extended vacations sometimes heavily tax the Mathis bank account, sending the Mountain spiraling into “Grand Canyon Financial” — and necessitating even more of the dreaded street gigs.
Television production music, the atmospheric arrangements behind the action scenes, is what first grabbed Peterson’s ear as a child. “When I was 5 or 6 I noticed more than one TV show using the same background music, starting back in the ‘Annie Oakley’ days. But ‘Sea Hunt’ was always the best,” he says. ” ‘Sea Hunt’ music is the new age of the ’50s.”
The youngest of five kids, he grew up in Chehalis, a town about 85 miles north of Seattle, and started taking piano lessons at an early age. “His teachers told me you could hardly fool him on music, but I take no credit for that. I don’t know one note from another,” laughs Mrs. Peterson. “Oh, I can tell ‘Yankee Doodle,’ but Dick has a God-given talent. It’s his and he loves it, and I’m proud of him. I wish I had the learning ability he has — he’s always had amazing powers of retention. But he’s also got, shall I say, quirks.”
Those quirks had Peterson attending elementary school “on and off, but for high school the door was closed on me,” he says simply. “Then I went to special education.” It was there that he began playing the trombone. “By 1969 I owned my first cassette recorder … then in 1970 I bought my first trumpet, because I wanted to get that trumpet sound. … I began playing the trumpet and piano at the same time. This trumpet-piano stunt has never been seen by many of us in this world.”
One of his early numbers was “Let’s Take a Trip to Spokane.” “I wrote it October 23, 1969, at the piano. It was one of two waltzes that I composed for my ‘This Is My Friend’ series.” The ’70s found him living in Seattle, in his own apartment with his own piano, and playing the streets. But, unknown to most, Peterson was also building a reputation as a studio savant.
“I really didn’t expect much when I first met him, but he surprised me,” says Kearney Barton, owner and operator of Audio Recording Studios since 1958. Besides Peterson, Barton has recorded the Ventures, the Kingsmen, Quincy Jones and hundreds of others, most long-forgotten. “He’s quick in the studio. I’ve seen professional arrangers take much longer to get anything down. … What he wants is in his head, he plays it, and that’s it. …
“Could he make it? I don’t know, but who am I to say? I tried to talk the Kingsmen out of doing ‘Louie Louie.’ “
Peterson is currently finishing up his latest outing, named for a song that is an ode to his hero. ” ‘Love on the Golf Course’ will be my new age album,” he says. “The golf course is a lovely place, and one afternoon in Las Vegas I saw Johnny Mathis playing golf. It was beautiful, so I decided to write this song.” As with his previous releases, Peterson performs virtually all of the parts but vocals, which are supplied by guest artists culled from local admirers. His last album featured the crooning of a Seattle weatherman.
“Love on the Golf Course” is the first of five albums Peterson intends to record before the year 2000, the same year he will stop seeing Johnny Mathis. “I will have spent enough money on Johnny Mathis by then, done enough damage,” he states. As with every other aspect of his life, he has planned out each album’s subject matter, cover songs and titles of tunes he has yet to write. Fans can look forward to the religious, Christmas and show tunes albums, and a tribute to production music composer William “Sea Hunt” Loose. In that order.
Will Richard Peterson make it? Probably not out of the realm of cult hero — it just isn’t that kind of world. Nobody told him that, though.
From the lyrics of the title song of “The Second Album”: “My second album/ 12 gracious melodies/ include this number/ keeping in company/ hoping that this record sells/ singing by a wishing well/ that’s on my album too.”
February 28, 2014 at 12:26 PM
Savant musician Richard Peterson trades in trumpet for piano | Concert review
Posted by Gillian G. Gaar
It was a common sight to those who attended Seahawks or Huskies games; trumpeter Richard Peterson playing his horn on the street in the hopes of filling up his tip bucket with contributions from the folks passing by on their way to the stadium.
Peterson doesn’t play on the streets any more — the 2008 murder of fellow street musician Edward McMichael, aka the “Tuba Man,” still upsets him — but he continues to seek out new opportunities to make music. So a group of his friends and supporters, including John Maynard (of the “Robin and Maynard Show”) and Peter Barnes, co-founder of Clatter and Din Studios, arranged a “benefit show” for Peterson last night at the Feedback Lounge in West Seattle, a “general get together” in the words of Pat Cashman (“Almost Live,” “The 206”).
Peterson played a short set of songs on the piano, mostly drawn from a new self-released EP available for sale at the show (the Feedback’s owner, Jeff Gilbert, picked up two copies). He was joined by guests for some numbers; Barnes and Maynard’s wife Susan provided vocals for the operatic “How Do You Do, Mr. Tie,” and George Gleason (who played alongside Barnes in Seattle punk outfit the Enemy), led a sing along on “Poor Don’t Walk Lights (Why Do Ya Gotta Blink),” from Peterson’s “Second Album.”
Peterson also played a poignant instrumental dedicated to KOMO anchor Eric Slocum, who died in 2012.
Cashman, who’s known Peterson since 1994, told several amusing anecdotes about Peterson, who he described as “definitely the most interesting man in the world.” Among the stories he shared was that the title song of Peterson’s “Second Album” also appeared as a hidden track on the Stone Temple Pilots’ 1994 album “Purple,” which topped the record charts and sold over six million copies, giving Peterson a bit of a financial windfall at the time.
Barnes hopes to get “Second Album,” now out of print, reissued on CD, and would also like to see the documentary on Peterson, “Big City Dick: Richard Peterson’s First Movie,” get wider distribution. For his part, Peterson would like to make a new full-length album, possibly a collection of ’80s songs entitled “More Modern Music.” In addition to writing more original material, Peterson said there are “a lot of songs” out there he’d like to get the chance to record.
Big City Dick: Richard Peterson’s First Movie
Rollicking, breathless docu “Big City Dick” carries the sense filmmakers Scott Milam, Ken Harder and Todd Pottinger may have needed a shoehorn to pack their wealth of material (and larger-than-life subject) into pic’s svelte, two-hour frame.
- With: Richard Peterson, Jeff Bridges, Johnny Mathis, Dean Deleo, Scott McCaughy, Muriel Peterson, Pat Cashman, Ross Shafer, John Maynard, Robin Erickson, Steve Wilson, Mike Rhodes, Ken Schram.
What emerges is a found epic about an indefatigable American original, and an oddly touching tribute to a vanishing vaudevillian spirit. Indeed, few who see “Big City Dick,” would deny Richard Peterson gives an audience its money’s worth.
Tech production is slick, with eye-catching montages of Peterson’s album covers, sheet music and other archival footage interspersed with confidently vid-lensed docu segs.
Big City Dick: Richard Peterson’s First Movie
PRODUCTION: A New Ziv Pictures presentation. Produced, directed by Scott Milam, Ken Harder, Todd Pottinger.
CREW: Camera (color, DV), Milam, Harder, Pottinger, Brad Wood, Richard Peterson, Rod Hatfield; editor, Milam; sound, Milam, Harder, Pottinger. Reviewed at Slamdance Film Festival (competing), Jan. 20, 2004. (Also in Santa Barbara Film Festival.) Running time: 124 MIN.
WITH: With: Richard Peterson, Jeff Bridges, Johnny Mathis, Dean Deleo, Scott McCaughy, Muriel Peterson, Pat Cashman, Ross Shafer, John Maynard, Robin Erickson, Steve Wilson, Mike Rhodes, Ken Schram.