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Summary
Summary
A definitive biography of Otis Redding, the musical artist who was widely regarded as the quintessential soul singer of the 1960s, timed to coincide with the 50th anniversary of Redding's iconic performance at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival.
Otis Redding remains a living presence in the canon of American popular music on the strength of such classic hits as "(Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay," "I've Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now)," "Try a Little Tenderness," and "Respect," a song that Redding wrote and recorded before Aretha Franklin made it immortal. As a singer, songwriter, bandleader, and arranger, Redding was the chief architect of the distinctly southern, gospel-inflected style of rhythm & blues associated with Stax Records in Memphis. Yet, while Redding's music has long served as the gold standard of 1960s soul, an aura of myth and mystery has always surrounded the story of his life, which was tragically cut short at the height of his career by his death in a plane crash in December 1967.
Otis Redding is the biography that finally does justice to the unfinished life of the man who was once celebrated as the "King of Soul." Jonathan Gould's book draws on comprehensive research, the cooperation of the Redding family, and previously unavailable sources of information to present a fully-formed portrait of Redding's background, his upbringing, and his professional career. That said, this biography is not only a book about Redding and his music; it is also a social history of the time and place from which they emerged. Rejecting the often sentimentalized view of race relations in the music business, Gould never lets us forget that the boundaries between black musicians and white listeners were becoming porous at precisely the moment when racial tensions were reaching a height throughout the United States. His indelible portrait of Redding and the mass acceptance of soul music in the 1960s is both a remarkable look at a little-understood artist and a provocative exploration of the tangled history of race and music in America.
Author Notes
JONATHAN GOULD is a former professional musician and the author of CAN'T BUY ME LOVE- The Beatles, Britain & America. He divides his time between a home in Brooklyn and a house near Hudson, NY.
Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Drawing on interviews with Otis Redding's widow, Zelma, as well as interviews with Redding's family, friends, and musical associates, Gould (Can't Buy Me Love) brings tedious detail to the well-known story of Redding's life and music. Gould begins with a tour of Southern history to illustrate, unsurprisingly, that Redding's music reached across racial borders in a racially divided world. When Gould focuses on Redding's music, the book comes alive, and he traces that music year by year from the singer's early gospel influences, his early emulation of Little Richard, and his association with manager Phil Walden to his rise to fame at Stax, his energetic shows at the Apollo and the Fillmore West, and his career-defining show at Monterey Pop a few months before his death. Despite Redding's growing popularity, his ambition, and the raw power he displayed onstage, he frequently displayed insecurity about his own abilities; Gould points out that the singer's refusal to record his own version of Bob Dylan's "Just Like a Woman" illustrates not only Redding's insistence that lyrics didn't matter but also his defensiveness and anxiety. Gould's often exhausting study, never sure whether it wants to be music history, social history, or biography, treads over territory already well covered by others. (May) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
There have been several biographies of the great soul singer and composer Redding, including Mark Ribowsky's notable Dreams to Remember (2015), but this one makes its own contribution. As he did with the Beatles in his acclaimed Can't Buy Me Love (2007), Gould puts Redding's life into its social and political context, seeing the intersection of the man, the times, the church, race, and gospel music as paramount and offering a nuanced and well-researched examination of all these factors as they played out in the midcentury South. Throw in a capable survey of influences Louis Jordan, Little Richard (like Redding, a native of Macon, Georgia), and, somewhat later, Ray Charles, Sam Cooke, and James Brown. The more mature Redding, Gould points out, took advantage of these precursors' traits and supplemented them with his own style and enormous talent. Redding's own story gets a bit lost in Gould's emphasis on the history and the music (Ribowsky is better on the personal side), but this account still belongs in the hands of anyone who cares about soul music in the sixties.--Levine, Mark Copyright 2017 Booklist
Library Journal Review
In this long-overdue work, musician and author Gould (Can't Buy Me Love) scores a big hit of his own with an excellent and definitive biography of Sixties soul icon Otis Redding (1941-67). A master storyteller, Gould tackles Redding's life by planting his flag firmly at the crossroads of individual genius and social and cultural context. From his roots as the son of a Georgia sharecropper through his early gospel performances and into stardom at Stax Records, Redding's trajectory would take him to the top of the charts, surrounded by the most famous entertainers of the age. His performances culminated in a historic Saturday night closing set at the Monterey Pop Festival in June 1967. Six months later, he would perish in a plane crash. One month after that, "(Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay" would be released and become the first posthumous No. 1 single in U.S. music chart history. The artist left us way too soon; Gould's fabulous portrait brings him back to life. VERDICT Finally, a book that provides Redding with the "Respect" he richly deserves. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, 12/5/16.]-Bill Baars, Lake Oswego P.L., OR © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Monterey I was pretty sure that I'd seen God onstage. --Bob Weir Late on the evening of June 18, 1967, as Saturday night turned to Sunday morning, the San Francisco-based rock group known as the Jefferson Airplane concluded their forty-minute set to rousing applause from the 7,500 fans who filled the fairgrounds arena in the resort town of Monterey, California, on the second night of an event billed as the First International Pop Festival. The Airplane were local heroes to the crowd at Monterey, many of whom lived in the Bay Area and had followed the band's career from its inception in 1965. Along with other whimsically named groups like the Charlatans, Big Brother and the Holding Company, and the Grateful Dead, they had gotten their start in the folk coffeehouses and rock ballrooms of the Haight-Ashbury, a neighborhood on the eastern edge of San Francisco's Golden Gate Park whose recent emergence as a bohemian enclave had captured the imagination of young people across America. During the first half of 1967, a series of sensationalistic articles had appeared in newspapers and national magazines describing this self-styled "psychedelic city-state" and the long-haired, hedonistic "hippies" who populated it. This rash of publicity had inspired tens of thousands of footloose college students, college dropouts, teenaged runaways, and "flower children" of all ages to converge on San Francisco in anticipation of an idyllic "Summer of Love." The Monterey Pop Festival was timed to coincide with the start of that summer. The idea for the festival had originated a few months before as a gleam in the eye of a neophyte Los Angeles promoter named Alan Pariser, who envisioned it as a pop-oriented version of the seaside jazz and folk festivals at Newport and Monterey that had served as a fashionable form of summertime entertainment since the 1950s. After booking the fairgrounds and enlisting a well-connected Hollywood Brit named Derek Taylor (who had previously worked for the Beatles) as their publicist, Pariser and his partner, a talent agent named Ben Shapiro, approached the Los Angeles folk-rock group The Mamas and the Papas with the intent of hiring them as headliners. The group's leader, John Phillips, and their producer, Lou Adler, responded with a vision of their own. They proposed expanding the size and scope of the festival and using it to showcase the explosion of creative energy that had enveloped the world of popular music in the three years since the arrival of the Beatles in America in 1964. They also proposed staging the festival on a nonprofit basis, with the performers donating their services and the proceeds going to charity. When Shapiro balked at this idea, Phillips and Adler bought out his interest and formed a new partnership with Pariser. They then set out to assemble a roster of some thirty acts, enough to fill three nights and two days of music. Toward this end, they established a tony-sounding "board of governors" that included such prominent pop stars as Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger, Smokey Robinson, and Brian Wilson. Though none of these luminaries actually attended or performed, they gave the festival enough cachet to ensure that most of the artists the promoters contacted accepted their invitation to appear. In the deft hands of Derek Taylor, the advance publicity for the festival also attracted some twelve hundred loosely credentialed representatives of the press, as well as enough agents, managers, and record company executives to lend the proceedings the feeling of an open-air music business trade fair. Phillips and Adler recognized that staging the festival on a nonprofit basis was essential to realizing their more parochial goal, which was to celebrate California's sudden ascendancy in the world of popular music, with Los Angeles now recognized as the pop recording center of America and San Francisco as the home of the country's most dynamic underground music scene. (Fully half the acts that performed came from the West Coast, with the balance drawn from points east, including the new pop capital of London.) Yet bridging the gap between the Northern and Southern Californian nodes of musical sensibility was no simple matter, for the two factions approached one another with the suspicion of rival tribes, vying over their respective notions of the California Dream. The music business in Los Angeles was just that--a branch of the entertainment industry governed by conventional Hollywood standards of stardom and success. The music scene in San Francisco, by contrast, subscribed to a bohemian ethos whose insularity and self-regard had been supercharged by the grandiosity of the psychedelic drug culture. Bay Area bands that could barely sing or play in tune professed to distain the "commercialism" and "slick professionalism" of their counterparts in L.A. At this point, the music of the Haight-Ashbury was a hodgepodge of strident folk harmonies, impressionistic lyrics, modal improvisation, and sophomoric electric blues. But the purported affinities of this music with the effects of hallucinogenic drugs had earned it the label acid rock and generated a formidable mystique. By the time of their appearance at Monterey, the Jefferson Airplane had established themselves as the most musically accomplished and commercially successful exponents of the San Francisco Sound. Their second album, Surrealistic Pillow, stood high on the Billboard charts, while their latest single, an anthem of alienation called "Somebody to Love," had attained a saturation-level presence on the airwaves of America's Top 40 radio stations. Onstage and off, the group dressed with a theatrical flair that erased the lines between clothing and costume. All five of the men wore Beatlesque helmets of shoulder-length hair; the one woman, a former fashion model named Grace Slick, had the pale skin, luminous eyes, and flowing kaftan robes of a pagan priestess. Yet, unlike the Beatles and their fellow "British Invasion" bands, who had institutionalized the "rock group" as an autonomous musical unit, the members of the Jefferson Airplane did not project an almost familial uniformity of appearance. They looked instead like a patchwork of different types--a Western gunslinger, a Regency dandy, a bespectacled Sioux--drawn from the collective unconscious of a generation of television babies, raised on a diet of half-hour period dramas. In this the members of the band were indistinguishable from the members of their audience. "At times, our audience was more outrageous than the people onstage," recalled Paul Kantner, the group's rhythm guitarist. Though the Jefferson Airplane were hometown heroes to the crowd at Monterey, they were not the headlining act on the second night of the festival. No sooner had they finished their set than the harried stage crew, pressed by a midnight curfew that had already expired, began replacing their banks of amplifiers with the more modest gear of a four-piece rhythm section called Booker T. and the MGs and a two-piece horn section called the Mar-Keys. Their presence at Monterey owed to their role as the studio band for Stax Records, a small Memphis label that specialized in a distinctive brand of earthy, gospel-tinged rhythm and blues whose roots in the fervent emotionalism of the black church had earned it the label "soul music." The most prominent and charismatic artist associated with Stax was the singer Otis Redding, and it was as the prelude and accompaniment to Redding's eagerly anticipated performance that the MGs and the Mar-Keys now prepared to take the stage. Whereas the members of the Jefferson Airplane blended easily into the crowd of predominantly white, long-haired, flamboyantly dressed young people who filled the fairgrounds arena, the MGs and Mar-Keys--three of them white, three of them black--could well have arrived there, as one of them later said, "from another planet." To a man, their hair was cut short and, in the case of the white musicians, swept back into the sort of sculpted pompadour that was commonly associated in 1967 with television evangelists and country music stars. Even more anomalous was the fact that the six of them were dressed in matching, double-breasted, lime-green and electric-blue stage suits from Lansky Brothers, a local institution in Memphis whose most famous client, Elvis Presley, could be said to stand for everything in the realm of contemporary American popular music that the West Coast bands were not. From his seat in the VIP section, just behind the photographers' pit that ran in front of the stage, Jerry Wexler awaited the start of Otis Redding's set with mounting trepidation. A vice-president of Atlantic Records, Wexler was a renowned music executive and producer, best known for his work with Ray Charles and, more recently, Aretha Franklin. He was also a notorious worrier, and he felt a sense of personal responsibility for Redding's presence at Monterey. It was Wexler who had nurtured the relationship between Atlantic and Stax that put the fledgling Memphis label on the map, and who had assured Redding's manager, Phil Walden, that the festival would be a prime opportunity for his client to connect with the burgeoning audience for progressive rock. Yet Wexler himself was unnerved by the countercultural pageant he encountered at Monterey. It was not the thick haze of marijuana smoke hovering over the fairgrounds that gave him pause; Wexler had been smoking "reefer" since his club-hopping days in Harlem in the 1930s. It was rather that much of the music he had heard during the afternoon and evening concerts on Saturday had impressed him as amateurish, bombastic, and banal, and he was now consumed with doubt about how this crowd of wide-eyed dilettantes would respond to the raw emotional intensity and high-energy stagecraft of Otis Redding's performance. To make matters worse, a cold drizzle was beginning to fall, and as Booker T. and the MGs launched into their opening number, Wexler's expert ears told him that the group, known for their impeccable timing, was sounding slightly off. When Phil Walden emerged from the backstage area to pay his respects, Wexler told his young protégé that he was afraid they had made a mistake. By the time Walden returned backstage, Booker T. and the MGs had overcome the effects of the late hour, the cold night, and whatever nervousness they may have felt at performing in such unfamiliar surroundings and were setting up an enormous groove behind the saxophonist Andrew Love as he scorched through his solo on the Mar-Keys' showcase "Philly Dog." As for Otis Redding, the very real apprehension he felt was imperceptible to all but his closest associates. A tall, thick-featured, powerfully built man whose imposing physical presence made him seem considerably older than his age of twenty-five, Redding waited in the wings with his usual air of restless energy. Earlier, when Phil Walden asked him what songs he planned to sing, Redding had teasingly pretended that he hadn't given the matter much thought. (In fact, he had determined his set with the band the day before.) His feigned nonchalance was entirely in character, for one of traits that had distinguished Redding throughout his five-year professional career was his seemingly boundless confidence in his ability to win people over. Notwithstanding Jerry Wexler's doubts, Redding had gained a great deal of experience performing in front of nominally hip white audiences during the year that preceded his appearance at Monterey. In the spring of 1966, he had wowed the Hollywood in-crowd with his shows at the Whisky a Go Go, a nightclub on the Sunset Strip. In the fall he had toured in England and France and played a three-night engagement in San Francisco at Bill Graham's Fillmore Auditorium, the Carnegie Hall of acid rock. (Twenty-five years later, Graham would remember it simply as "the best gig I ever put on in my entire life.") More recently, in the spring of 1967, Redding had returned to Europe, where he was rapturously received by fans in Britain, France, and Scandinavia, and afforded a royal welcome by the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and the other members of London's pop aristocracy who had revered him from afar. At the conclusion of "Philly Dog," the television host Tommy Smothers came onstage and encouraged the crowd to give a warm welcome to "Mister Otis Redding." The MG's initial downbeat was answered by a syncopated fanfare from the horns and fusillade of accents from the drums as Redding, resplendent in a teal-green silk suit, strode to the microphone, snatched it off its stand, flashed an enormous smile, and issued what was very likely the first unequivocal command to come from the stage at Monterey since the festival began. "SHAKE!" he demanded. "Everybody say it." And again: "SHAKE! Let me hear the whole crowd." Between the honorific tone of Tommy Smothers's introduction and the note of total authority in the singer's voice and the band's accompaniment, for the 7,500 astonished young listeners who leapt to their feet and surged toward the stage, it was as if the grown-ups had arrived. The five songs Otis Redding performed in his rain- and curfew-shortened set at Monterey comprised an overview of his brief career. The incendiary opening number, "Shake," had been a posthumous hit for Sam Cooke, the gospel singer turned pop star whose supple voice, clean-cut good looks, and consistent "crossover" success (with white and black listeners alike) had made him, along with Ray Charles, a role model for every soul artist of the 1960s. Following Cooke's untimely death in a shooting incident in 1964, Redding had consciously sought to assume his mantle by recording his songs and emulating his determination to be his own man in the music business. Otis's second number, "Respect," was one of the three hit singles he released in 1965, the year he emerged as a full-fledged R&B recording star. "Respect" was a prototype of the sort of driving dance tune with a stamping beat and a syncopated chorus of horns that defined the sound of the Stax label, but it had recently gained a new and greater significance as a vehicle for Aretha Franklin, who recorded it as part of her stunning debut on Atlantic Records in the spring of 1967. Franklin turned Redding's song--in which "respect" served as a euphemism ("give it to me") for sexual attention--into a woman's demand for the real thing, complete with a newly written release in which she literally spelled out the meaning of the word. By the time of Monterey, this feminist reprise of "Respect" stood at #1 on the Billboard Pop charts. "This is a song that a girl took away from me," Otis told the crowd. "But I'm still going to do it anyway." "I've Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now)" was another of Redding's breakthrough hits from 1965, and another hallmark of his style: a slow, imploring ballad in 12/8 time, paced by wistful arpeggios on the guitar and stately crescendos from the horns. "This is the Love Crowd, right?" Otis asked, alluding to the hippies' atmospheric embrace of love (advertised by a banner reading "Music, Love, and Flowers" that ran the length of the stage). He then launched into a romantic testimonial of excruciating intensity, addressed to a woman whose "love is growing cold . . . as our affair grows old." Excerpted from Otis Redding: An Unfinished Life by Jonathan Gould All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.Table of Contents
Monterey | p. 1 |
Georgia on My Mind | p. 18 |
Laura | p. 33 |
Gallantry's Last Bow | p. 42 |
Sonny | p. 49 |
Georgia Tom | p. 56 |
Sister Rosetta and the Jukebox King | p. 64 |
Macon Music | p. 71 |
Brown V. Board | p. 80 |
Brother Ray | p. 86 |
1955 | p. 91 |
Specialty | p. 101 |
Bellevue | p. 109 |
Hillview Springs | p. 117 |
Teenage Party | p. 126 |
Atlantic | p. 135 |
Phil | p. 142 |
Otis and Phil | p. 152 |
Zelma | p. 160 |
Love Twist | p. 169 |
Joe | p. 180 |
Satellite | p. 189 |
Stax | p. 197 |
These Arms of Mine | p. 207 |
That's What My Heart Needs | p. 213 |
The Hot Summer Revue | p. 224 |
Pain in My Heart | p. 230 |
The Apollo | p. 239 |
Security | p. 245 |
Berry, Brown, and Burke | p. 253 |
Roy Street | p. 261 |
Soul Ballads | p. 269 |
I've Been Loving You Too Long | p. 281 |
Otis Blue | p. 291 |
My Girl | p. 303 |
I Can't Turn You Loose | p. 314 |
The Soul Album | p. 322 |
The Whisky | p. 330 |
Summer 1966 | p. 338 |
Otis and Phil Redux | p. 344 |
Ready Steady Go! | p. 354 |
Dictionary of Soul | p. 360 |
The Fillmore | p. 370 |
King & Queen | p. 376 |
Hit the Road, Stax | p. 387 |
R-E-S-P-E-C-T | p. 397 |
The Love Crowd | p. 405 |
Buses to Planes | p. 413 |
What Makes These Guys So Special | p. 420 |
The Dock of the Bay | p. 428 |
December 10 | p. 433 |
Epitaph | p. 442 |
Epilogue | p. 452 |
Acknowledgments | p. 467 |
Notes | p. 473 |
Bibliography | p. 503 |
Photography Credits | p. 517 |
Index | p. 518 |