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Dianne Klein

A Singer of the County's Praises Is Waiting for a Call

February 28, 1990| Dianne Klein

It's late Friday evening and the phone is ringing, again.

"I think God meant for us to meet," Arnnie Stevens says through the receiver. "I didn't think I'd get you."

This guy's got a perky voice, I'm thinking. A little too perky.

Then he says he's 62 years old but he feels 40 years younger. He says he's been gone all day, just got home and read my column about the paltry pickings for a song about Orange County. He says he's going to make us both feel a lot better.

"Can I have 2 1/2 minutes, just 2 1/2 minutes of your time?" he asks me.

I tell Arnnie to go ahead. Then without missing a beat, he bursts into song.

Welcome one and all

Glad you came to call

Orange County is one place you can't miss

Lots of things to do

Entertainment, too

Work and play with love, blue skies, stars above

Fountain Valley, Costa Mesa

Take your choice to live

Newport Beach or Santa Ana, Orange, Fullerton

Disneyland's a ball

Angels, Rams and all

Sailing seas of blue, Orange County's for you.

Then Arnnie's voice starts percolating in imitation of the missing orchestra:

Bump, bump, bump, bump, bummmp. La-da-da-da-dummm. Bump, bump, bump, bump, bummmp. La-da-da-da-dummm.

Then the chorus:

Fountain Valley, Costa Mesa, Take your choice to live...

And the closing tag: Orange County, Orange County, Orange County's for you.

I'm speechless, but I'm smiling. Arnnie's melody isn't easy to forget.

"So whataya think?" he says. "It's catchy, isn't it? That other song you wrote about, nobody's gonna remember those lyrics. These, you remember."

So we talk a little more. Arnnie the singer and songwriter laments the state of the music industry today. He says he was watching the Grammy Awards the other night and he couldn't believe it. He felt like he was from another planet. Who are these people, he wants to know. That's music?

Then he gives me a few fascinating insights about his personal life--"I went to high school with Herb Alpert's older brother. I wish it had been Herb but whataya gonna do?"--and says he thinks it would be worth my while to meet him in person.

I figure maybe Arnnie's right, so the other morning I pay him a visit at his home in Huntington Beach. I'm early, but Arnnie's timing is just right.

"Do I look 62, huh?" he says. "Do I look good? George Burns asks me how I do it."

Arnnie's casually color coordinated in beige and cream--slacks, shirt and patterned pullover--with a big gold and diamond ring that sets off his ensemble rather nicely. His hair, auburn with gray roots, is swept into a modified pompadour.

Arnnie has set out bran muffins and Fig Newtons. He proffers coffee. Within easy reach are his publicity photos "taken some time ago." There's one where he's crooning into a microphone next to a woman wearing a white dress with a circle cutout just above her navel. In the photo, Arnnie's a dead ringer for Wayne Newton minus about 30 pounds.

Arnnie says that these days he has more time to devote to songwriting because he's recently retired from almost 34 years as a recreation director for the city of Los Angeles, teaching kids the fundamentals of sports.

So I ask him why he was inspired to apply his considerable songwriting talents to Orange County, his home of only a few months.

"Well, I went to Hawaii and wrote 'Paradise in Hawaii.' I went to Carmel and I wrote 'Carmel-by-the-Sea.' . . . Then out here, I'm saying, 'What a wide-open area and there is so much out here!' Disneyland, the Performing Arts Center, South Coast Plaza, Fashion Island. I'm saying, 'a lot of people probably don't know that.' I thought this would put Orange County on the map, musically speaking."

But Arnnie concedes he's still got a ways to go. He's waiting to hear back from the mayors of Fountain Valley and Huntington Beach. He's hoping to perform his song in front of the city councils. He says two local high school band leaders have asked him for sheet music to "Orange County," as well as his "Los Angeles," a big band arrangement recorded by singer Bill Victor.

Last weekend, he says, while aboard a local harbor cruise ship he sang "Orange County" for the other passengers, and one of them, a real estate broker, was so impressed that she asked for a tape to play for her clients and friends.

The big break, however, still eludes Arnnie. Arsenio Hall and Pat Sajack--"I met him once in a deli in Woodland Hills; he would remember me"--haven't gotten back to him.

"Rejection, to me, is a springboard to keep going on," Arnnie says. "I don't mind it. . . . Something is going to make it happen. Call it God's miracle, a dream in my mind. But I think when people hear my music, they won't be able to resist. I think it's time to come back to sanity, to good music. There's a place for this. Absolutely. . . .

"When I think of all the mediocre talent making millions, I think there is something very wrong. They go on stage, bare-chested, and scream. That's talent? Get on stage, wear a suit! Get dressed! Look human!"

Then Arnnie sings me a few more of his songs, with feeling.

"It just makes you feel that it's great to be alive, doesn't it?" he says. "Give a person a downbeat, a few notes and it just makes them feel a little better, I think."

It's time to take my leave. Arnnie walks me out to my car. He's all smiles, with a bounce in his step.

"This has been quite a day, hasn't it?" he says.

It's 11 a.m, but I'm thinking Arnnie is right.

Bump, bump, bump, bump, bummmp. La-da-da-da-dummm ....

I can't get "Orange County" out of my mind.

Dianne Klein's column appears Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Readers may reach Klein by writing to her at The Times Orange County Edition, 1375 Sunflower Ave., Costa Mesa, Calif. 92626, or calling (714) 966-7406.

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