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Walt Winston was born Walter Gaal on Dec. 26, 1964, in St. Louis. "We all grew up dirt poor; we hardly had much of anything," says Walt of his childhood. The effects of his father's alcoholism would be wryly noted in a future song lyric: "I was born and raised in a tavern." If his home life was far from ideal, high school was no improvement: "Here I was, growing up dirt poor in South St. Louis, and then suddenly my family moved to Lemay. People made it known throughout my years in high school that I didn't belong there, but I was determined that nobody was going to run me out of town."
The young Walt dabbled in a number of things -- acting in an oral-hygiene film, serving in the Navy, working as a security guard -- but, like his siblings (his brother Dave was a member of the '80s metal band Ax Minister, and his sister Linda is a well-known solo performer), he also nurtured a passion for music. "The music was an outlet, especially when I was in high school," Walt explains. "I was a total outcast with very few friends. I was bullied constantly, but in music, you didn't have to be the biggest or the strongest. If I had a guitar in my hand, I could fit in anywhere."
To support his extracurricular activities (and put himself through broadcasting school), he took a job at the old Billie Goat Hill Saloon. It was here that his Lennonesque alter ego was born: "I was sweeping the floor at about 3:30 in the morning when I came across a red thing whizzing by my feet," Walt recalls. "That pack of Winston cigarettes changed my life." Happening upon a pack of smokes that shared John Lennon's middle name was too good a bit of synchronicity for Walt to resist, apparently.
Walt Winston recorded his first demos (since lost) in 1983, but his first public release was the All I Do (Is Daydream) vinyl EP in 1985, released in a run of 500 copies on Premier Records. Three of the four songs from this EP were re-recorded for his full-length 1988 release I'm Sailing Away. The 12 songs on this album (released as a cassette on Walt's own Blue Boat Records in a limited edition of 100 copies) perfectly encapsulate the Walt Winston legend; catchy, touching and sometimes funny, it's the sound of a man alone in the studio, relying on both the influences he wears on his sleeve and his inherent quirkiness.
The title track is a stark, simple ballad consisting of a single lead vocal and a skeletal acoustic guitar accompaniment broken only by the unexpected intrusion of a seagull sound effect on the choruses. "Please Help Me Understand" is haunting, a bittersweet pop song with soaring harmonies and piano bass accents. "Growing up in a dysfunctional family like I did, it gives you a creative edge to the music," Walt says. "When I came up with 'Help Me Understand,' that's where a lot of those memories came from -- not really understanding the situation as it's happening." The autobiographical content becomes unmistakable on the poignant "St. Louis Schoolboy," on which Winston name-checks Billie Goat Hill (albeit in an incongruous Liverpudlian accent). "If people really wanted to get to know me, that would be the song to listen to," Walt admits.
Throughout I'm Sailing Away, pure pop melodies clash with poorly tuned direct-inject rhythm guitar; exquisite harmonies submit to tentative, arrhythmic stabs at various drums ("I'm well aware that I'm no drummer," Walt says). But if Winston's musical talents could still use some polishing, at least he was highly efficient: "Nothing on that album took any more than two or three takes," he boasts. "Nine of the 12 songs were knocked out in one take!" This is not "outsider music" in the tradition of the Shaggs or Wesley Willis, wherein a lack of talent is grist for a hipster's inside joke. Walt Winston has talent, and he is aware of his talent's limits. More important, he's never deterred by these limits. "People can say what they want; they can say, 'Walt can't play,' and, to a point, they're right -- Walt can't play some things," he remarks. "It's not what you have but how you use it."