Showing posts with label Soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Soul. Show all posts

Friday, September 11, 2015

Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. XXXVII--Sam Cooke: You Send Me

The Beautiful Girl and I will celebrate 13 years together tomorrow, and while I'm not sure if she's familiar with Sam Cooke or "You Send Me," I'm going to presume it's the thought behind the song that counts....

I was introduced to the music of Sam Cooke by my father (and I would later introduce my daughter to the joy of listening to him) when I was still a young man, and now that I'm a not so young man I can honestly say that even the worst of days can be made a little bit better by listening to the man many consider the King of Soul.  Cooke started out as a gospel singer, but by the late fifties he would branch out into R & B and Pop.  Between 1957 and 1965, Cooke had 33 Top 40 hits (most of which he wrote himself) and still found time to found his own record label, publishing company, and  be active in the Civil Rights Movement.  He would later become a charter member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, be inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, and be ranked 16th on Rolling Stone's list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.

Sadly, Cooke was shot to death in late 1964 after a dispute at a hotel in Los Angeles (many have questioned the circumstances of his death) at the all too young age of 33.

As for "You Send Me," it is considered Cooke's signature song.  Released in 1957, it would appear the next year on his Songs by Sam Cooke LP.  The song spent three weeks at Number One on the Billboard Hot 100, and eventually was named one of the 500 most important recording of all time by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, as well as ranking #115 on Rolling Stone's list of the 500  Greatest Songs of All Time.

I could tell you about Cooke's silky smooth vocal delivery, or the pure unadulterated joy that infuses the song, or its timeless brilliance, or that absolutely no one on the planet before or since can sing "Whoa" like Cooke did, but all you need to know is this:  if there is a heaven, I can guarantee you that Jesus Christ himself has covered "You Send Me," and that all twelve of his Apostles and Mary Magdalene begged to be on backing vocals.

As for you, Beautiful Girl, know that after thirteen years you still "...send me, honest you do, honest you do, honest you do, whoa...."

Enjoy:







Peace,
emaycee

Friday, May 22, 2015

Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. XXI--Hall and Oates: She's Gone

Because no one ever wrote a song about a lost love....

Back when I was still a young man, Hall and Oates were my introduction to what is known as blue-eyed soul and while there are artists whose work I have followed more closely through the years than Hall and Oates (Van Morrison, Rod Stewart, Boz Scaggs) there is still a soft spot in the heart for those early lessons.  They pretty much lost me after their Voices album (like they cared--they enjoyed massive popular success thereafter), but I can still put on any of their songs from 1974-1980 and be mesmerized.

Such is the case with "She's Gone," a beautiful ballad about losing the love of your life.  Originally released in 1974 on their Abandoned Luncheonette album, the song was a mediocre hit (#60 on the Billboard Hot 100--with a bullet!) until Hall and Oates had their first top ten hit with "Sara Smile" (also a wonderful song) in 1976 at which time "She's Gone" was re-released (capitalism at its finest!) and became their second top ten hit.  Little did they know that some forty years later they would be inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame.

Daryl Hall would later say that he thought "She's Gone" was the best song he and John Oates wrote, and I wouldn't disagree.  Often overlooked when it comes to rock's great vocalists, Hall's vocals (concurrent with Oates' background vocals) are really what make the song.  There is a back and forth between the two that is magical and stretches the boundaries of white boy soul (and turns me into a split personality every time I hear it as I try to sing along to both parts).  Throw in a dandy little guitar solo from Oates, a touch of saxophone, and an eerie intro and a couple of kids from Philadelphia had one hell of a song.

And who among us hasn't had a love we'd "pay the devil to replace"?

Enjoy:



Peace,
emaycee