A typically tasty confection from the ex-Squeeze Tilbrook’s 2004 solo effort. The Difford-Tilbrook songwriting team is frequently compared by critics to Lennon-McCartney, but in America at least they never found the audience they deserved.
The purpose of Taylor Hackford’s 1987 film Hail! Hail! Rock ‘n’ Roll was to document two concerts held at the Fox Theatre in St. Louis to celebrate Chuck Berry’s 60 birthday, and that it does, giving audiences loads of concert footage. Berry plays the hits, backed by an all-star band of legendary bluesmen, R&B singers, and rock guitarists, assembled and directed by president of the Chuck Berry fan club, Keith Richards: There’s Bobby Keys and Chuck Leavell, Robert Cray and Eric Clapton, Etta James and Linda Ronstadt. And that’s not to mention the “talking head” appearances from people like Bo Diddley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Roy Orbison, Little Richard, and Bruce Springsteen. In the pantheon of rock-docs, it’s up there with Last Waltz. The live takes are electrifying—the band’s pistons pound as they struggle to keep up with Berry. If the man had slowed down any in his sixth decade, it’s little wonder he had trouble holding onto backing bands in his youth.
But there’s another reason Berry burned through musicians. He is not an easy man to work with (nor, I would think, for). Brilliant live performances abound in Hackford’s film, but its principal charm is the rehearsal footage, where Berry berates and bewilders his musicians–and sometimes, like he does above to Richards, takes them to rock ‘n’ roll school. In the clip above, Richards, Berry, and band rehearse “Carol,” but it takes them a good while to get going. Richards tries to play bandleader and, thinking he’s doing Chuck a favor—or not wanting to lose the spotlight—suggests that Berry play rhythm while he plays the lead. Berry agrees at first. They bicker and look daggers at each other as Richards spoils a bend that only Chuck can play to his own satisfaction. Finally he dives in and takes over. Why not? It is his song. Richards falls in line, takes the rhythm part, but looks a little sullen as Berry outshines him. It’s almost an oedipal struggle. But the old rock forefather isn’t about to roll over and let the Brit take over.
Elsewhere in the film, Berry gives voice to the underlying anger he harbored for Richards. The Stones and other British bands took Berry’s riffs (he claimed) and made millions, and Chuck never forgave them. He still doesn’t get enough credit. The Rolling Stones still tour and record, but Berry, almost twenty years older than Richards, is still out on the road too, still showing ‘em how it’s done.
Don’t go into this expecting Arthur Murray-level clarity of instruction. This is Soul Train-era James Brown, shaking way more than any simple footprint pattern could convey. That’s not to say there isn’t concrete information to be gleaned here, especially if you never really knew which moves constitute The Funky Chicken…The Boogaloo, The Camel Walk…If – as the song goes – You Don’t Give A Doggone About It, you’ll have a lot of fun. Leave the shades open, and your neighbors will too.
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I resisted this song for a long time as too saccharine, too cheerful, too recorded-by-an-overtly-Christian-artist. You see, I have a complicated relationship with “Christian” artists, and with “Christian artists”. But not with Christian artists per se. I hope the placement of the quotation marks makes the distinction clear.
You see, despite being a Christian, I approach my pop music fandom–ok, obsession–from enough of a purist’s perspective that there is no inside track for those who share my religious bent. If you want to sing about your God, even if it sounds like you’re singing about my God too, you’d better do so artfully, cleverly, melodically or movingly and pass the test of good pop music. Otherwise I’ll be skeptical that you’re merely plying a limited musical talent in the relatively shallow artistic pool of “Christian” music, or perhaps just happen to be a devout Christian who is also a musical hack.
Chris Rice is one Christian artist who has the talent to rise above some of the genre’s lyrical banality and melodic blandness. In fact, “Lemonade” is one of two tracks from his Amusing LP that were hits on the Adult Contemporary chart. His vocals and melodies bring to mind acoustic folk singer-songwriter David Wilcox more than they do any overtly Christian performer.
“Lemonade”, in fact, was not introduced to me as so-called Christian music, but as a wedding couple’s first dance song. Not only was it a fresh choice compared to other overused choices, but it just seemed to be–and is–a nice pop song. Which I think is the best compliment you can pay a piece of Christian music.