Dreams to Remember: Otis Redding, Stax Records, and the Transformation of Southern Soul
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Publisher Description
A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year (Nonfiction)
Finalist for the Marfield Prize, National Award for Arts Writing
“Evokes the fire of Redding.... Ribowsky tells the story with nonstop energy, while always probing for the larger social and musical pictures.” —New York Times Book Review
When he died in one of rock's string of tragic plane crashes, Otis Redding was only twenty-six, yet already the avatar of a new kind of soul music. The beating heart of Memphis-based Stax Records, he had risen to fame belting out gospel-flecked blues in stage performances that seemed to ignite not only a room but an entire generation. If Berry Gordy's black-owned kingdom in Motown showed the way in soul music, Redding made his own way, going where not even his two role models who had preceded him out of Macon, Georgia—Little Richard and James Brown—had gone.
Now, in this transformative work, New York Times Notable Book author Mark Ribowsky contextualizes his subject's short career within the larger cultural and social movements of the era, tracing the crooner's rise from preacher's son to a preacher of three-minute soul sermons. And what a quick rise it was. At the tender age of twenty-one, Redding needed only a single unscheduled performance to earn a record deal, his voice so "utterly unique" (Atlantic) that it catapulted him on a path to stardom and turned a Memphis theater-turned-studio into a music mecca. Soon he was playing at sold-out venues across the world, from Finsbury Park in London to his ultimate conquest, the 1967 Monterrey Pop Festival in California, where he finally won over the flower-power crowd.
Still, Redding was not always the affable, big-hearted man's man the PR material painted him to be. Based on numerous new interviews and prodigious research, Dreams to Remember reintroduces an incredibly talented yet impulsive man, one who once even risked his career by shooting a man in the leg. But that temperament masked a deep vulnerability that was only exacerbated by an industry that refused him a Grammy until he was in his grave—even as he shaped the other Stax soul men around him, like Wilson Pickett, Sam and Dave, and Booker T. and The MG's.
As a result, this requiem is one of great conquest but also grand tragedy: a soul king of truth, a mortal man with an immortal voice and a pain in his heart. Now he, and the forces that shaped his incomparable sound, are reclaimed, giving us a panoramic of an American original who would come to define an entire era, yet only wanted what all men deserve—a modicum of respect and a place to watch the ships roll in and away again.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
With astonishing breadth, respected music historian Ribowsky (The Supremes) deftly weaves Otis Redding's story with the rise and fall of Stax Records. Born the son of a preacher man in Macon, Ga., Redding gravitated toward the blues and R&B at a young age, even while his father warned him that singing such music could come to no good. By the time he turns 17, Otis is singing in clubs, showcasing his canny genius for singing the songs of other and writing his own. Phil Walden, a Mercer University student with a heart for rock and roll and a head for promotion, signs on as Redding's first manager, encouraging him eventually to head to Memphis and Stax, where Stax president Jim Stewart invites a reluctant Redding to lay down a track. From that moment, Redding's career begins to rise and in 1965 he scores a hit with "Respect," a song that illustrated Redding's vulnerability and his fear of losing his marriage. Ribowsky follows Redding from the Fillmore West to Monterey in order to illustrate the deep influence his music had on acts including the Grateful Dead and Janis Joplin. In the end, as Ribowsky brilliantly shows, Redding was a man of music, and that music's originality changed the face of rock 'n' roll and soul.
Customer Reviews
Horrible
A terrible accounting of a terrific artist, full of inaccuracies, blanket generalizations and a fawning hero-worship of the worst kind. Take it from this huge Otis Redding fan, it will only drive you crazy. Unreadable.