The death of Lonnie Mack is going to get lost amidst the rightful sadness over Prince’s demise, but I want to share a few words urging you to replay Mack’s The Wham! of That Memphis Man in between “Kiss” and “When Doves Cry” today.
The first of the guitar-hero records (this is from 1964) is also one of the best. And for perhaps the last time, the singing on such a disc is worthy of the guitar histrionics. Lonnie Mack bent, stroked, and modified the sound of six strings in ways that baffled his contemporaries and served as a guide to future players. Eric Clapton’s later take on Bobby Bland’s “Farther on Down the Road” outright swipes the version of the standard which Clapton first heard on this album.
But Mack is more than just an axe murderer. His singing is sure, full of knowing nuance, and soulful—his screams transform “Why” from an above-par breakup ballad into a run of psychic terror—and his brash arrangements insure that Wham! remains a showcase for songs, not a platform for showing off. Although Mack is a fine writer, the accent here is on songs written by others. Chuck Berry’s “Memphis” (Mack’s first single and an instrumental chart smash) and Dale Hawkins’s “Suzie Q” aren’t radically reworked, but Mack imprints both numbers with enough spiraling, sputtering guitar to distinguish them from their original incarnations.
Mack envelops himself in the ballads; “Where There’s a Will There’s a Way” and the climactic “Why” demonstrate his measured, thoughtful vocal eruptions to best effect. Still, it is Mack’s guitar playing that made his career and remains his most enduring legacy. He played fast and he played lots of notes, yet on Wham! he never went on too long or ground his gears by squeezing too much into a break. Mack, who produced this album, has never been given credit for the dignified understatement he brought to his workouts. In the mid-eighties he was rediscovered, thanks to Stevie Ray Vaughan and the good folks at Alligator Records, and thanks to reissue specialists The Wham! of That Memphis Man started to get some of the attention it deserved. Give it some today.
I found out today via Richard Barone and Sally Timms that Ivan Julian, founding member of the Voidoids, contributor to both The Clash’s original Sandinista! and my Sandinista! Project, is being treated for cancer and has pretty much the health insurance you’d expect. There are two benefits shows scheduled in New York with the usual downtown luminaries (one’s not sold out yet). If you’re not in NYC, you can still donate. I just did; you should, too.
Many years ago, when I was interviewing Buck Owens for a project, I asked him a question I asked every country great I spoke to back then: “Hank or Lefty?” Without hesitation, in a stronger voice than he’d employed for the rest of our talk, he said, “Merle.”
Since I bought it during high school, I’ve listened to the soundtrack of The Harder They Come hundreds of times, if not more. I’ve been listening to it more than usual lately, in part because it’s also an unofficial soundtrack to Marlon James’s A Brief History of Seven Killings, which I’m currently re-reading, and in part because Eli or someone left a CD of it in Jane’s car. Anyway, one of the things I’ve always enjoyed about the record is that two of the outstanding Jimmy Cliff songs on it, “You Can Get It If You Really Want It” and the title track, repeat at the end. They’re not remixes or alternate version; just the same recordings. Today, nearly 40 years after my introduction to the album, I ask a question I never thought to ask before: Why? I have some theories but have been unable to discover why Island Records did that. Are there any reggae or Chris Blackwell or soundtrack enthusiasts who can help me?
I usually find something to laugh at on the front page of The Brookline Tab (a typical recent piece heralded the arrival of new burrito shops to our town), but “Brookline Teachers Cut Extra Work” hit me. Teachers are so committed to what they do for the children and the community that their idea of a work slowdown is to stop doing some of the extra things that they’re not even paid for. Just a quick reminder of how much dedication people bring to that job.
Best sentence of the day refuting conventional wisdom about a particularly odious Republican presidential candidate
This theory is a lot like that Red Lobster menu, seeming to present an endless array of options, but most of them are just the same limited palette of cheap ingredients reconstituted in different ways.
– Nate Silver, FiveThirtyEight.com