Hot damn... I cannot dig up the photograph of him online I have in my mind's eye... can't even think if it was an album sleeve... A polo neck sweater? Woollen check strides? Maybe boots? Reminds me of some shots I've seen of The Stones circa 1965...
Who could fail to respond to 'Dock Of The Bay'? Who? Ian Levine? Is he human?
Straight out of the blues - but better. 26 when he died?
Apparently there were doubts as to whether 'Dock Of The Bay' was a sound choice. Interesting. His own instincts appear to have been correct - for example, turning down the opportunity to record a version of 'Just Like A Woman' because it had 'too much text'. The lyrics of 'Dock' are fairly sparse but tell a story like Dylan never could: even counting the long-winded 'Hurricane', which had quite an impact on me at eighteen. A guy just sits, lonely, melancholy. No chit-chat about maybe returning to Georgia and trying again. He's in exile.
I was lucky enough to pick up the very good quality dvd ‘Dreams to Remember. The Legacy of….’ when it was widely available in the uk. Emotional stuff. Only for watching on my own, bottle of bourbon to hand.
I also had a video of the time he had a whole episode of Ready Steady Go to himself. Eric Burden and Chris Farlowe looking rightly ashamed to be brought on as the ‘stars’. Both knowing they didn’t deserve to share his stage.
Dock of the Bay isn’t his best moment. But he didn’t leave us one ‘so so’ record. You could stick a pin in a list of his output and you’d have a classic.
Some of his performances widely shown on Youtube bring a tear to my eye. And I don’t know why. They’re not even all sad ones. I suppose ultimately that’s what Soul is, isn’t it.
Spendthrift, you're right, some experiences can't be shared.
I once sat a woman down to watch Anita O'Day performing 'Sweet Georgia Brown' and 'Tea For Two'. No impact whatever.
When my girlfriend (now wife) first came round my house, she asked what the thing was in the corner. It was a record player. I pulled out Aretha’s LP ‘Never Loved A Man…..’ and solemnly put the needle down.
Halfway through side 1 she asked if she could put Strictly Come Dancing on the telly.
Solitary life this one of ours eh?
Solitary. That's the word for it. Hence, I suppose, this forum. I wish I'd known my father better - we could have discussed jazz for hours.
Thank heaven my current wife despises 'Strictly' and the like. She does, on the other hand, like Abba - a small point I think a man should be told about before getting serious. My first wife was no better - Sting and Madonna. But she did go out of her way to buy me a much-desired Son House LP back in 1988.
I bought 'Dock of the Bay' single just after Otis died. I actually thought it wasn't a great record but I got it anyway. It's still in my collection.
It can be a solitary thing and without the internet it would be possible for me to think 'am I the only one' but this forum is good because someone will write something and I just think yes!
There's no doubt that, had he lived, he would have become massive - at least until The Next Big Thing.
Bad as they were, when you heard that line 'Listening to Marvin all night long', it conjured up memories of cigarette smoke and a girl's smell. The guys I knew who dug soul - in any incarnation - were invariably cooler than anyone else. They were wearing mohair suits at fourteen and fifteen, mostly dancing to Motown or Atlantic (I'd hazard a guess), around the time Otis was killed. They were, one and all, working class sharpies who were self-employed, married young (on the whole) and loved a movie like 'Shaft'. A guy I was very fond of, a Jewish hairdresser, died at a younger age than I am now.
I read that he owned about four hundred pairs of shoes - about half a dozen more than Frosty Mellor.
The BBC did a very good documentary on Otis a few years ago, they show it from time to time , back to back with a recording of the Stax '67 European Tour, ( great performance from Sam & Dave in there ),and like you Spendthrift I get emotional when I watch it irrespective of whether I've had a few sherberts, I think it's due to him dying so young and the voice just gets to you, and I agree DotB isn't his greatest offering but I understand it was the beginning of what was going to be a change of direction musically for him, I remember really looking forward to that RSG Otis special, I've mentioned here somewhere recently I had a mate at school who had an older brother who turned us on to Otis probably before most 12 yr olds in '65, first dance with my Daughter at her wedding was ' My Girl', I made it very clear to the dj it had to be the Otis version and not the other one, apparently I reiterated it to him several times, and one of my pooches is called ' Otis', took me 20 years and 3 dogs before the Mrs would agree, it suits him , a big gentle sole, when we got another dog last year my Son enquired as to whether I was going to call her ' Aretha'... couldn't imagine myself shouting that in the park and the Mrs wouldn't agree anyway .... !!
^ This made me smile, Stax. Daughters and weddings... Mine was married for the second time in August... The music, however, was dire...
I don't recall Hearing Otis at such a young age but vaguely remember Arthur Conley, Archie Bell, James Brown. Kid a year older than me in our street had enough pocket money to buy 45s on a regular basis. Motown I remember from circa 1965 in dribs and drabs: on the radio I guess. But it was all just 'pop music' then. Well, I was only six and more interested in my football team (one that keeps losing)... I remember The Beatles, 'My Boy Lollipop', Manfred Mann, The Beach Boys and Cat Stevens just as clearly.
Does anyone recollect that photo, however vaguely? I also seem to recall him wearing Levis cords - in green?
(I have the clearest memory of hearing The Four Tops 'Reach Out' on a trip to York - 1965? 1966?
My parents had an old 'radiogram' and a huge transistor, which was eventually stolen from their parked VW. Remember hearing 'Eleanor Rigby' on that one Sunday lunchtime).
Staxfan reminds me that I couldn’t concentrate on my own wedding day.
I’d chosen ‘At Last’ to be our first dance, and was so terrified the DJ would dig up some awful version by someone like Rod Stewart that I couldn’t settle until he did, thankfully play Etta.
You old smoothies! I should have gone for 'Ball And Chain' (Big Mama Thornton?).