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So Long, Sam

Back during the initial flowering of Stax Records, as the label went from success to success in its first half-dozen years, and all its rooms buzzed with an ever-expanding staff trying to keep up with popular demand, one star in particular had a tendency to saunter away from the studio, where the action was, and take a detour down Stax’s back hallways from time to time. Deanie Parker, one of the label’s first office employees who soon became their lead publicist, remembers it well — that’s where she worked. 

“Every now and then, he just walked in the door,” she recalls a little wistfully, “with little gifts for the girls in the office, little packages. That’s the kind of person he was.”

Now, scores of mourners will be sending flowers to that same soul singer, Sam Moore, the high tenor partner of Dave Prater in Stax super duo Sam & Dave, who died at the age of 89 on January 10th in Coral Gables, Florida, from post-surgery complications. This week, we pay tribute to the great Sam Moore by revisiting the pivotal role he played in the history of Stax and all soul music, as remembered by two who were right there with him: Deanie Parker and David Porter.

(Photo: Bill Carrier Jr. | Courtesy of The Concord API Stax Collection)

Sam Moore: The Stax Years

The quieting of one of soul music’s most expressive voices sent powerful shock waves throughout the music world — certainly among his late-career collaborators like Bruce Springsteen, but not least in Memphis, where Moore and Prater, singing the songs of Porter and Isaac Hayes, helped bring the Stax sound to its fullest fruition in the mid-’60s, becoming overnight sensations with hits like “Hold On, I’m Comin,’” “You Don’t Know Like I Know,” “I Thank You,” and “Soul Man.” 

Even then, “Sam Moore got along especially well with the administrative staff,” says Parker, recalling those spontaneous gifts. “He was the most gregarious of the duo. He was a great conversationalist and very personable. Dave was rather laid-back, kind of quiet.

“Keep in mind, now, that I was not in the studio with him all the time because I was in administration,” Parker goes on. “But because of our proximity to each other, it gave me an opportunity to get up and, when the record light was not on in Studio A, go in and observe and listen — not only to their rehearsals, but to the final takes and the playback.” 

Surely anyone at Stax was rushing down the hall to hear the hot new duo’s latest, once the hits were hitting, for they were taking the Stax recipe to a whole new level of artistry. Yet while those songs are now part of the Stax canon, the definitive statements of the Memphis Sound, the success of two newcomers named Sam & Dave was not a foregone conclusion when they arrived.

Deanie Parker heading up the publicity desk at Stax (Photo: Courtesy Bill Carrier Jr. | The Concord API Stax Collection)

Newcomers

“There was no one interested in Sam & Dave,” songwriter David Porter told Rob Bowman in the liner notes for The Complete Stax/Volt Singles: 1959-1968. “It was like a throwaway kind of situation [to] see if anything could happen with them.” Indeed, it seemed no one at Atlantic Records, who had a distribution deal with Stax, knew what to do with this singing duo from Florida, who’d had little luck with their scattered singles on the Marlin, Alston, and Roulette labels. Despite this, said Porter, “I was very much interested in Sam & Dave.”

But were Sam & Dave interested in Memphis? Atlantic had “loaned” the duo to the smaller label that was showing so much promise, but in 1965 Stax was hardly a household name. Moore’s reaction, according to Parker, was, “Who wants to go to Memphis?” Moore had his sights set on crossover pop stardom in the Big Apple, not moving to what seemed like a backwater. “He really did not have a positive impression about Memphis,” Parker says. “And apparently he was not all that familiar with Stax, which stands to reason, because when Sam & Dave got here, we only had a couple of stars. We just had Rufus and Carla, Booker T. and the M.G.’s, the Mar-Keys, and Otis [Redding]. I don’t know that we had more than those in the category of the top stars.”

Moore himself described the situation hilariously in his acceptance speech for Sam & Dave’s induction into the Memphis Music Hall of Fame in October 2015. “When Dave and I first came to Memphis,” Moore recalled, “the first person I saw was David Porter. He had on a small hat, a big sweater, and his pants looked like pedal pushers. Water came into my eyes.” Moore paused for laughter with impeccable comic timing. “Then it got worse: I saw Isaac. Isaac had on a green shirt with a low-cut neck, like that, a white belt, chartreuse pants, pink socks, and white shoes. I started crying harder. I wanted to go home.”

There must have been more than a little truth to that, for, as Moore went on to explain, “I had in mind to sing like Jackie Wilson, James Brown, Wilson Pickett … but then they introduced us to these two guys and we went inside and they introduced us to the songs. And they didn’t sound nothing like Jackie Wilson and all these people! And then I turned to Dave … and he was trying to get a phone number to get to the airport.  

“Being the new kids on the block, we had nothing to say. So we had to go on in there.”

In fact, they were walking into the Stax brain trust, which had always dared to be different. When Sam & Dave’s pre-Stax singles tried to emulate the more polished soul of Wilson or Sam Cooke, albeit without their orchestral flourishes, the results came off as rather corny. Now it was 1965, and pop music was getting edgier, from Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone” to the Rolling Stones’ “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction.” Even James Brown, whose biggest hits had been ballads like “Try Me,” was cooking up material like “Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag.” 

Porter and Hayes mapping out the next Sam & Dave hit (Photo: Courtesy Bill Carrier Jr. | The Concord API Stax Collection)

Dream Team

David Porter, who saw their potential early on, inched them toward a rawer take on soul music when he penned the shuffling, feel-good “A Place Nobody Can Find” for them, though the B-side, written by Porter and Steve Cropper, was a more tender ballad, with sassy horns thrown in for good measure. Unlike their later hits, Prater was given the lead vocal, though Moore’s upper register parts hinted at the harmonies that were to come. It wasn’t until their next single that Porter and Hayes teamed up to produce the duo, and their nascent songwriting partnership blossomed. And they gelled not only in the substance of the songs, with Porter crafting lyrics for Hayes’ music, but in the strategy they mapped out for the two new kids on the block.

Reflecting on that strategy today, Porter says that Sam & Dave “didn’t have a concept as far as the artistic direction that they needed to go. That’s why Jerry Wexler, the president of Atlantic Records, brought them to Memphis, in hopes of finding whatever that was — he didn’t know what it was. But we had our concept of what we wanted to do, and that was to bring it out of the church, the spirituality out of the church, and have the music emphasize what we called the low end of it, the bass, drums, and guitar, and the underlying chord progressions in the low end, paired with the gospel persona of it, the spirituality of the church.”

And yet, as with Ray Charles and so much of the finest soul music, the gospel underpinnings supported very secular, worldly sentiments. Lyrically, Porter paired the world of the bluesman with the spirit of church. And that came as a shock to the singers, who had both grown up singing in church choirs. 

“David Porter and Sam could clash,” Parker recalls, “but it wasn’t hostile, and it didn’t last but a few minutes. It was like they were sparring, you know? Of course, Isaac’s thing was the keyboard, he was the melody man, and Porter was the lyricist. And sometimes Porter had to stop and help both of the guys understand what he meant when he wrote, ‘Coming to you on a dusty road.’ You know what I’m saying? Because this was not Sam & Dave’s environment. This was David Porter’s environment from the area around Millington, Tennessee.” 

And so a great foursome was born, beginning with the single “I Take What I Want,” which, as Bowman notes, “was to provide the model for the majority of Sam & Dave’s Stax 45s.” By the time “Hold On, I’m Comin’” dropped in March of 1966, topping the R&B charts and reaching number 21 on the pop charts, that model was locked in. After crafting a song and a sound, Porter and Hayes would only need to give the duo a brief rundown before they got it. Porter can still picture it today: “I’m standing there with them, and I’m looking at them as I give them the lyric sheet. We go through the melody at the piano, and then by the time they get on the microphone, they go into another world. They made it their own, and that’s when you know you’ve got something special.”

And so, even if “Sam was the dominant one,” as Parker recalls, and more prone to pushback, both Sam and Dave were consummate professionals. “We had to go on in there,” as Moore recalled, and they did. 

Porter says, “There never was a comment like, ‘Well, I don’t want to do that song. I don’t like that song.’ Because we produced the albums, even when we were doing a song by some other writer, and on occasion we would do that, they still didn’t object. They would bring their own spirit and commitment to wanting to make it as good as it could possibly be. And they did that.”

The Key to the Speedboat

The foursome’s recipe for success not only gave Sam & Dave’s career a boost; it solidified Stax’s standing as a label. As Robert Gordon writes in Respect Yourself: Stax Records and the Soul Explosion, “their album Hold On, I’m Comin’ proved to be the breakthrough for Stax’s album sales. In all the company’s years through 1965, they’d released only eight albums. … In 1966 alone they released eleven albums and Sam & Dave’s Hold On went to number one on the R&B album sales chart. Albums were good business.” 

Parker likens it to the fledgling label acquiring a sleek new machine. “They reminded me of a speedboat,” she says. “A boat that nobody was 100 percent familiar with because they were not on the water in the speedboat every day. They had to figure out a lot of things mechanically, and they had to become acquainted with each other. And I’m talking about Sam and Dave and David and Isaac. Once Sam and Dave found their groove with David and Isaac, it was like they had found the key to speedboat. They then began to realize that they had more going for them with their new producers than they’d ever imagined.”

If the speedboat was designed by the producers, Porter makes it clear that Sam & Dave supplied the spark of ignition. “You, as a creator, can create something that you know is strong and good, but when you have an artist that’s able to create their own individuality through the spirit of what you’ve done, then you’ve got something special. That’s the thing that made Sam Moore such a special talent, as well as Dave: They would go into the ownership of the message. I would tell them where the vibe was, and they would have to live the spirit of the message. That’s where true artistry comes in. And the more songs we wrote for them, the more comfortable they would get into doing it.”

Or, as Porter wrote on social media after Moore’s death, Sam & Dave “were always filled with passion, purity, individuality, and believability, grounded in soul.” 

The road grew dustier and rockier as the years rolled on, with Atlantic claiming ownership of all Stax masters prior to 1968, and taking Sam & Dave away from Memphis. The duo never reached the heights of their Stax records again, and split apart as Moore struggled with addiction through the ’70s. Yet, with the help of his wife Joyce MacRae, whom he wed in 1982 and who now survives him, he kicked drugs (coming to support several GOP candidates along the way) and revived his career without Prater (who died in a car crash in 1988). 

By the time he spoke to the Memphis Music Hall of Fame 10 years ago, Sam Moore had fully embraced his Stax past. “Coming from a humble beginning, with no formal training in singing or anything, we were just two guys who got out there and took the church with us, like Al Green did. … I’m going to say this to you: Thank you Memphis people, the band, the friends that Dave and I met all those years. …They believed in us. They stuck with us. Every record company that we had been with just didn’t know what to do with us. Sixty years later, I’ve been doing this. I’m blessed.”

Sam Moore knew he’d helped build something for the ages. As David Porter reflects now, “The music that was done by the four of us together will live on forever. There’s no doubt in my mind.” 

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Music Video Monday: Marco A.

Good morning, Monday. Time for a music video to brighten your day. 

In this clip for Marco A.’s “Follow Your Heart”, the R&B singer endures a text-based relationship crisis in the middle of a recording session. Directed by Robb Smith of Memphis-based production team Rockwell Visual and shot in the New School Media studios, the dance-heavy video matches the smooth 80s tone of the catchy song. 

Music Video Monday: Marco A.

If you’re a band, artist, director, or other interested party, and you would like to see your music video featured on Music Video Monday, email cmccoy@memphisflyer.com. 

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John Shaw’s R&B Round-Up

Wednesday night is starting to become more of a live music night in Memphis, with several venues beginning to book first-rate soul and blues bands. A couple of weeks ago, Memphis Sounds on Third Street downtown in the Econo Lodge began sponsoring Grown Folks Wednesdays, featuring veteran Memphis soul singer Rodney “King” Ellis and his excellent musicians, the Fifth Element Band. This past Wednesday, I got an extra surprise by the opening artist Jolynn Diggs, who I hadn’t heard of before. She is a gifted singer, with a powerful voice, and made a perfect female counterpart to Ellis on the couple of songs they shared. Grown Folks Wednesdays at Memphis Sounds start at 7:30 PM.

Jolynn Diggs with the 5th Element Band-Live at Memphis Sounds from Memphidelity on Vimeo.

John Shaw’s R&B Round-Up

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Local Artists Honor MLK Through DreamFest Weekend

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The annual celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s legacy is just around the corner. And some local artists are taking inspiration from King’s famous “I Have A Dream” speech to spearhead a series of events over the weekend leading up to his monumental day.

“I Have A DreamFest Weekend” is a three-day event that will feature some of the area’s most talented artists. DreamFest will begin Friday, January 17th and culminate Sunday, January 19th. City-based event company CLE Events in collaboration with hip-hop artist Tyke T’s Driven By Music imprint and Memphis Queens Hustle and Flow are presenting the weekend’s events.

“What we aim to do with the weekend is emphasize community, diversity, and unity,” said Shay Johnson of CLE Events. “Aside from the more obvious tie-ins to MLK weekend and Martin Luther King’s dream in respect to unity and diversity, the “Dream” aspect also refers to [the fact] that we are all pursuing our dreams. And hopefully, DreamFest weekend helps us all get that much closer to realizing them.”

On Friday, January 17th, the DreamFest concert will take place at 1524 Madison. The event will feature artists from various genres including rock, hip-hop, reggae, and R&B. Yung D, Keia Johnson, S.O.U.L., Omega Forte, Sleepy J, and the Nick Black Band are among the artists scheduled to perform.

Friday’s event will also feature a live rap battle between Young Herb and J.R. Juz Real, which is being presented by the Iron Mouth Battle League.

Memphis Hip-Hop Unplugged will take place on Saturday, January 18th at 1524 Madison as well. Over tunes provided by a live band, local hip-hop artists, such as Tyke T, Virghost, Da Ladie, Marco Pave, will lace the crowd with tracks from their archives.

The weekend will culminate with a finale party on Sunday, January 19th at the Rumba Room (303 S. Main). There will be a live performance by female collective Memphis Queens Hustle and Flow, along with drink and food specials for people to enjoy.

“People should expect phenomenal music presented in an upscale environment,” Johnson said. “ We hope that when people look back at the DreamFest concert each year that it’s a snapshot of what is/was developing on the local music scene for that year.”

Each event is $10 at the door. Weekend passes are available for $20. Tickets can be purchased in advance here.

Check out a promotional video for DreamFest Weekend below.

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The Weirdness

On his latest release, Double Up, R. Kelly, the self-proclaimed “King of R&B,” is quick to play the persecuted artist. The leadoff track, “The Champ,” finds Kelly alluding to his pending child-pornography trial in his own colorful way: “Some would like to see me [in a] ball and chain/But I’m a child of God/So my destiny’s ordained/Undisputed is the title I claim/’Bout to shoot the world up with this lyrical cocaine.”

Admittedly, with his legal troubles, pending divorce, and the sheer amount of derision heaped upon his absurd, epic hip-hopera “Trapped in the Closet,” the pity party is not unexpected. However, his sales don’t seem to be affected by the accusations of pedophilia (2005’s TP-3: Reloaded went double platinum) and, as ridiculed as “Trapped” was, it sure got a lot of people talking about him. Hell, it even received one of the highest accolades in popular music: a “Weird Al” parody, “Trapped in the Drive-Thru.” As much as any celebrity, the Quiet Storm bringer should know the adage about how there’s no such thing as bad publicity as long as your name gets spelled right, especially when it’s as easy to spell as “R. Kelly.”

Though Kelly claims to have “been through hell” and “lived in the belly of the beast,” his marketability seems to be intact. Double Up debuted at #1 on the Billboard chart its first week. One reason to explain his appeal is that he is undeniably a funny man. It seems that critics and hipsters who just discovered R. Kelly through the “Trapped in the Closet” video think that the joke is on him, that it’s all unintentional comedy. Do they really think that Kelly wasn’t aiming for the funny bone when he included a midget crapping his drawers in a “Trapped” episode? Or that he wasn’t trying to get a laugh out of the lines “Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls/Hands on the table, on your tippy toes/We’ll be making love like the restaurant was closed,” from the foodie-friendly sex ode “In the Kitchen”? A TV promotional video recently featured him sensuously eating a large chocolate-chip cookie, wondering if his gluttony would turn him into “R. Belly.”

Fans expecting more of his hilarious, admittedly unsophisticated sex puns will find much to like on Double Up. On “The Zoo,” Kelly faithfully delivers, “Girl, I got you so wet/It’s like a rain forest/Like Jurassic Park/Except I’m your sexasaurus” right before a chorus of unmistakably chimp-like sounds — “Oooh, oooh, ooh/Ahh, ahh, ahh.” “Sweet Tooth” offers up the saccharine gem “All up in your middle/Oooh, it tastes just like Skittles.” Kelly is happy to play the role of the randy ass-tronaut on “Sex Planet,” letting loose with “Girl I promise this will be painless (painless)/We’ll take a trip to planet Uranus (anus).” Try and parody that, “Weird Al.” To these ears, Kelly’s silliness is more suitable for bedroom talk than the grand, lyrical proclamations that are standard for quiet storm songs.

If R. Kelly was nothing more than a sexed-up jester, he wouldn’t merit the attention or the sales numbers. The real draw here is that Kelly is — how do you say? — a complicated man. Though he is more than happy to portray himself as a carousing Casanova, he’s not afraid to bare his vulnerabilities. On “Leave Your Name,” right after the very catchy, straightforward party anthem “Get Dirty,” Kelly starts to question his own alcohol dependence. On what is ostensibly the world’s longest outgoing answering-machine message, he confides, “Sleeping while the club is crunk/Don’t make no sense to be that drunk/Arguing through the night/Pushing on people and starting fights/I was fucked up/I confess/People saying Kells is a hot mess.” With Kelly’s patented smooth delivery, it’s the sexiest cry for help ever.

“Real Talk” is an unexpectedly intense depiction of a relationship’s last gasp. Near the end of the argument, he angrily croons, “I wish you would burn my motherfucking clothes/With your trifling ass,” before calling for “Milton,” presumably his chauffeur, to drive him home. Imagine all of the marital vitriol of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? compressed into an urban, contemporary slow jam.

“Rise Up,” Kelly’s timely tribute to the victims of the Virginia Tech massacre, is a well-intentioned, well-crafted song. The sincerity might seem incongruous after a stream of humorous, erotic ditties, but with R. Kelly, it’s just another wrinkle in his satin sheets.

Just as his erotic allegories continue the tradition of dirty blues, Kelly’s flair for melodrama is a direct descendant of the soap-opera themes of Southern soul music. On “Best Friend,” Kelly discovers that his lady is getting with his pal while he’s doing time in the joint. It’s not hard to imagine a chitlin-circuit stalwart like Bobby Rush ruminating on the same theme. Usher and R. Kelly discover that R&B star status isn’t the only thing they have in common on “Same Girl.” It is very reminiscent of the tragicomic soul song “He Kept on Talking,” penned by Swamp Dogg. Of course, amid the puns, confessions, and relationship drama, Kelly offers plenty of tuneful, club-ready tracks. The first single, “I’m a Flirt,” is already, deservedly, omnipresent on the airwaves. It’s this combination of various elements that results in Double Up being one of the most enjoyable records released this year.

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The Rant

I was really surprised by the lack of press coverage it got, but not really. And for selfish reasons, I’m rather glad it didn’t. I was in New York not long ago and was privileged to be invited to a memorial service for the late rhythm-and-blues singer Ruth Brown — the original female rhythm-and blues singer who was so popular in her day and sold so many records that her record company, Atlantic Records, was known as “The House That Ruth Built.” The service was held in the Abyssinian Baptist Church in Harlem, an absolutely exquisite 1920s structure with immense stained-glass windows and red-velvet-covered pews and hanging art-nouveau chandeliers. People filed into the church dressed to the nines, and the crowd was there not to see a spectacle but because they really wanted to honor Brown. There was no media circus, and no one was allowed to use flash photography. When the service began, the minister asked everyone to stand and cheer for Ruth Brown, which we did, and when the noise would die down a little, he had us cheer and clap even louder. It was amazing. I can’t write this without name-dropping, because Bonnie Raitt got up and spoke about how Brown had been like a mother to her. The First Lady of Motown and later Stax singer and lead singer for Ray Charles’ Raelettes, Mable John, got up and spoke about how, on the night of her first appearance at the Apollo theater, Brown took her home, opened her closet, and told her to pick out as many dresses as she liked, because if she was going to be performing at the Apollo she needed some new gowns. Little Jimmy Scott, at age 84, got up and sang one of Brown’s favorite hits, “So Long,” and sounded like solid gold. Others from Broadway and beyond sang, spoke, told happy stories and not-so-happy stories, including one about how Brown, having not received royalties for her music, had to work as a maid to put food on the table for her children and would hear her own songs on the radio in houses where she was mopping the floor. But then they spoke of how, in later years, she worked relentlessly to reform the music business to make sure this didn’t happen to anyone else. Nick Ashford and Valerie Simpson were there. Paul Shaeffer was there, albeit late. Ben E. King was there. There’s no telling who else. The service lasted two-and-a-half hours, and when we left the church building, snow was falling in Harlem. There is indeed some kind of point to this. I know it sounds cheesy, but for those two-and-a-half hours, it was like being in a civilized world. For that period of time, there was no war in Iraq and no need to wonder why on earth there even is a war in Iraq. There were no insane plans by an insane man to send more young people over to that insane war. There were no presidential candidates shrieking about this or that. There was no poor little Miss U.S.A. going into rehab for drinking too much. There was no Orange Alert or Red Alert or protecting oil rigs or nonexistent weapons of mass destruction or bombs or kidnappings or lies for political gain or people eating cockroaches on television or commercials advertising crap no one really needs or computer viruses or Hummers or really bad singers making fools of themselves or people listening to Britney Spears. It was absolutely civilized. It made me wonder if people who don’t pay attention to what’s going on the world because it is just too depressing might not have the right idea. That used to drive me crazy, but somehow it’s starting to make sense. And it was great to see such a service for a real legend. The older I get, the more it seems like everything in American culture is totally fleeting, without any real merit, and usually just plain bad. I know I sound bitter, but when I think that someone like the aforementioned Britney Spears can sell millions of records while Ruth Brown mops floors, I get a little queasy. But hey, that’s just me.