Curtis Mayfield and the Black Rock Connection
With only a few days to go before the BRC Orchestra spends two nights performing the Civil Rights songbook of Curtis Mayfield, Michael Gonzales reflects on the quiet musical giant.
While Curtis Mayfield was always been considered one of the greatest soul voices to come out of Chicago, his guitar playing was often so understated that rock fans used to the dramatics of Jimmy Page, Prince or Carlos Santana might be weary to cite him as an influence. Yet, since the days when he was still strumming an acoustic while singing churchy sounding songs “It’s All Right” and “Amen” with the Impressions, his playing was an influence on dudes like Clapton, Beck and Steve Winwood.
Another fan of the Impressions (and of Curtis’ guitar playing) was Jimi Hendrix. According to Jimi Hendrix: In His Own Words (Omnibus Press, 1994), the voodoo chile rocker once said, “I like the Impressions…they’re some people that need to be really, really respected. See, these are classical composers. I don’t care what their music sounds like today, because today, as things are happening at that particular time, the people that’s in that particular time don’t really know the value of it until it dies off. But now people really have to start learning the value of things as they’re living today.”
Almost makes you wish brother Jimi could’ve lived long enough to see Curtis throwing down with wah-wah, feedback, fuzz and other electro-gadgets that caused strange music to erupt from the speakers. Tracks like “Billy Jack,” Kung Fu,” “Future Shock” and “Freddy’s Dead” captured a whole new level of racial angst and musical distortion in his grooves and licks.
Danny Chavis, lead guitarist for art funk band Apollo Heights, believes that young rock star wannabes could learn from the Mayfield songbook. “A lot of guitarists try to make the instrument too complex, but they should study Mayfield’s simplicity instead of seeing how many chords they can play.”
Citing Mayfield’s 1990 “Do Be Down” as a favorite, Chavis continues. “Nothing against the influence of the Bad Brains, but some players need to forget about the fastness of the punk rock ethos and explore the roots found in playing in a gospel style. To me, Jimi Hendrix was just Curtis Mayfield with the sound turned up.”
Says rock guitarist Honeychild Coleman, “As a musician, Curtis taught me to not be afraid to experiment with different non-traditional tunings, Curtis might not have been formally trained, but that never got in the way of him branching into other sonic areas or writing and producing music for other people.”
In my humble opinion, one of Mayfield’s brightest moments as a producer and songwriter was when he began working with pioneering black rockers Baby Huey & the Babysitters. Led by a 400-pound singer Baby Huey (naming himself after an oversized duck cartoon character, his government name was Jimmy Ramey), the group had began playing at a local club called the Thumbs Up (a tiny bar on Broadway just north of Diversey) in 1965.
“They started us off at one night a week, $5 each, and all we could drink. And everyone wants to know why I got to be an alcoholic,” keyboardist and trumpeter Deacon Jones writes in his self-published book 40 Years with Blues Legends.
Hired strictly as a cover band in the beginning, Jones recalled that Baby Huey, “…was kind of lazy when it came to learning new songs. I told him he had to know more songs if he was going to make it with any band. We learned, ‘Go, Gorilla, Go’, by the Ideals, and some Four Tops, James Brown, Stevie Wonder songs. The number one song we learned that always got the crowd going was Stevie Wonder’s ‘Uptight, Everything is Alright.’”
In addition to booze, Baby Huey was also dealing with heroin addiction. In Jones’ book, he describes how one morning he was pouring cereal in a bowl at Baby Huey’s place when the singer’s “drug kit” fell out of the Wheaties box.
As the group grew in stature and began drawing in large crowds, Baby Huey & the Babysitters became less about Motown covers and more about experimentation. Writer Bob Mehr explains: “As the hippie era flowered and styles changed, the Babysitters changed along with them. Gone were the satin baseball jackets and matching suits of the band’s early years; Huey began wearing African robes and grew out his Afro.
“The music took on a psychedelic hue,” Mehr continued, “and onstage Huey peppered the songs’ long instrumental breaks with lascivious raps ‘I’m Big Baby Huey, and I’m 400 pounds of soul. I’m like fried chicken, girls, I’m finger-lickin’ good!’ With these impromptu freestyle verses, Huey was developing what many see as an embryonic form of hip-hop.”
According to the Baby Huey’s former manager Marv Heiman, it was future superstar Donny Hathaway who first came by Thumbs Up to check out the group. “Donny came in and flipped over Huey. He brought Curtis the next night,” Heiman told the Chicago Reader in 2004. “Curtis saw him and said, ‘I wanna sign him. I wanna record him.’”
Unfortunately, a few months before their Mayfield produced debut The Baby Huey Story: The Living Legend was released in 1971, Huey had died from a drug overdose while staying at the Robert’s Motel on Chicago’s South Side. In retrospect, perhaps it was Baby Huey that Mayfield was thinking about when he later composed “Freddie’s Dead.”
Though the Baby Huey album wasn’t successful at the time of release, funky stand-out tracks “Hard Times,” “Mighty Mighty,” “One Dragon, Two Dragon” and “Listen to Me” would later be sampled by Biz Markie, A Tribe Called Quest, Black Moon, People Under the Stairs, Ghostface Killah, Diamond D., Big Daddy Kane and others.
Cultural critic Nelson George has said that Mayfield “owes a debt to Norman Whitfield production on ‘Cloud Nine’ (1968) for opening up
Black music and preparing Black audiences for more progressive directions.” Yet, I also believe that Curtis had simply been paying close attention to his rowdy protégés (though from listening to the album, I would guess they influenced each other equally) as well as to Sly & the Family Stone, Miles Davis and his musically radical Chicagoan neighbor Sun Ra.
After a tragic accident in 1990 paralyzed him for life, causing him to never play guitar again, Mayfield still managed be a forward musical thinker when he hired alternative soul diva Joi and funky hip-hop rocker Sleepy Brown to contribute their talents to his last album New World Order (1997) on Warner Brothers Records.
Although he sang the entire record one line at a time while propped-up in a hospital bed that had been
rolled into Curtom Studios in his new hometown of Atlanta, he never sounds fragile. “I had been a fan of Curtis’ since I was kid,” says Sleepy Brown, who co-produced the poignant track “Ms. Martha” with his Organized Noize crew. In fact, a few years before when the Atlanta based production team produced OutKast’s debut Southernplayalist – cadillacmuzik, the album was recorded at Curtom.
“Curtis worked so long and hard on that project. His bed was set-up in the basement of the studio. Sometimes he was in obvious pain, but he just worked through it. He was always asking us to criticize the work, so we could make it better.”
Joi Gilliam, who has worked with the Organized Noize crew on countless projects including her solo masterwork Amoeba Cleansing Syndrome (which has never been officially released), sang background on “Ms. Martha.” From her home in Atlanta, Joi says, “In a good sense, Curtis was real picky when it came to the material he would use. I was honored and excited to be asked to sing on the album, because Curtis had to give the thumbs up on every voice heard on that record. I knew a few singers who auctioned who had worked with other famous artists, but Curtis still turned them down.”
Although Curtis’ didn’t take home any trophies, New World Order was nominated for three Grammy Awards. Two years later, after being inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame as a soloist, Curtis Mayfield died on December 26, 1999. He was fifty seven-years-old.
Writer Michael A. Gonzales has written for Vibe, Essence and Stop Smiling. His cover story “Gangster Boogie,” on Curtis Mayfield and the making of the Super Fly soundtrack, appears in Wax Poetics #38. His Blackadelic Pop blog essay “White Boy Music” will be reprinted in Best African-American Essays 2010 edited by Gerald Early and Randall Kennedy (Random House). He currently lives in Brooklyn and writes essays for SoulSummer.com.
An Open Letter to Hip Hop
From the Executive Director of the Hip Hop Culture Center in Harlem
On Nov 13th and 14th 2009, The Hip Hop Culture Center had the honor of hosting the Zulu Nations 35th Anniversary. In addition the worldwide phenomenon known as Hip Hop celebrated its 36th Birthday!
In these days of Fast Food rap music, it was dope to see The Zulu Nation serve up a healthy dose of that good old fashioned Hip Hop that was birthed in Da Bronx.
For the uninitiated you may ask yourself “What is a Zulu Anniversary about?” Well my mello let me pull your coat. Imagine if you can an event that’s part family reunion, part Hip Hop vendor bazaar, and a flashback party from Bronx River or the T-Connection. How do I know? I remember well that pre-record deal Hip Hop. Back in those glory days I was down with a crew called Touch of Class, Nice and Nasty M.C’s. Then cats called me Mexi-Ray, and I put some time in the business of yes, yes yall. I had a diddy back in 79 called The Ultimate Rap. Pumpkin, one of the best live Hip Hop drummers ever, blazed the track. So for me bumping into folks that I haven’t seen in years was a blessing. Shout out to Boston Road crew and 78 park.
Imagine seeing Black Spade members from the Jimmy Carter era in their colors reppin lovely. Picture Break dancers, of all ages, all nationalities getting it in, off of records in their pure form. I’m talking those beats that you just don’t hear on the radio. Joints like Mexican, Nautilus, Apache, Catch a Groove. Crate boys stand up. Visualize the 1 and 2’s being manipulated, scratched and cut on in ways that the good people from Technique and GLI never imagined when they were invented. Conjure in your mind the main players from the formative years of Hip Hop exchanging war stories, catching up enjoying fellowship, snapping, telling jokes all in PEACE. And yo…that was just Friday!
Now Saturday was all that and a bag of chips…
The people in the house and on stage was a Who’s Who of the Boom Bap, too many to mention. Feel free to peep the pictures on the link (http://picasaweb.google.com/h2c2culture/ZuluNation35thAnniversary#). My three favorite moments were…
- Toney Tone setting up his Crazy On high powered sound system
- Yoda telling someone, “Whatever Brother, that’s $30″
- Trouble Funk on stage in all its Go-Go glory destroying the building, with Bambaataa doin a two step.
Bam, Zulu…Happy Anniversary. It’s because of organizations like yours that real Hip Hop will never die.
Best,
Curtis Sherrod
Executive Director
His Name is Craig McMullen
By Michael A. Gonzales
You would think that a person who has their name misspelled as many times as I have would be more sensitive to getting other folk’s name right. However, when it comes to my new pal and unsung guitarist Craig McMullen, who played with Curtis Mayfield from 1970-1973, I keep mistakenly writing his surname as McCullen. What kind of writer would I be if I didn’t have an excuse. You see, ax-man extraordinaire McMullen and drummer Tyrone McCullen (Black men with Irish surnames) both played on my one of my favorite soundtracks Superfly. Yet, if you look at the under the Wikipeda entry, both of their surnames are listed as McCullen.
Of course, every journalist on the planet knows that Wikipeda is often wrong, but for some reason I keep getting surname dyslexia when it comes time to type out McMullen’s name. “I feel like I have some kind of mental block,” I told him yesterday after sending out a press release about my upcoming Wax Poetics article Gangster Boogie about the making of the Superfly soundtrack and I had messed up again. “But, don’t worry, I promise I won’t do it again.” Good naturedly, Craig simply laughed.
Introduced to Mayfield by Rufus drummer Andre Fisher in 1970, McMullen was invited to audition for the windy city soul man. “I owned all his records, so I already knew the material,” recalls McMullen. “Although Mayfield was still singing with the Impressions at the time, he was on the verge of going solo and McMullen was more than ready take that journey with him.
Along with drummer Tyrone McCullen, percussionist Master Henry Gibson, bassist Joseph “Lucky” Scott, the five group members travelled the world and recorded Curtis/Live in New York City’s the Bitter End in 1971. “Basically, Curtis was a nice guy,” says McMullen, who studied at Berklee College of Music and began his career playing avant-garde jazz. “We had a few ups and downs, but what family members don’t.”
Between the live album and Superfly, the team recorded Roots (1971), which one writer described as, ” a visionary album and landmark creation every bit as compelling and as far-reaching in its musical and extra-musical goals as Marvin Gaye’s contemporary What’s Going On.” From his home in Ohio, McMullen explains, “We all played on that album; Tyrone McCullen played drums on a few tracks too.
“Curtis was a great guitar player, so us playing together I always had to figure out ways of doing something different. When you’re a session musician, it’s expected that of you to play in more than one position so you don’t bump heads with the other guitar players.” In addition to the three year stint McMullen spent with Mayfield, where he perfected using wah-wah and fuzz in his work, he also played with Chairman of the Board, Aretha Franklin, The Sylvers, Bill Withers and Donna Summer.
“Being a studio musician, you got to think fast, because time is money. You have formulate your ideas quickly, because those who operate the quickest under pressure are considered the highlight studio players. If you want to be one, you got to act like one. Still, I played with Curtis the longest. His big saying was, ‘I want you to do your thing.’ And, I always tried to do my thing.”
Playing old soul detective back in September, I tracked McMullen down when I started writing Gangster Boogie and he was the very first interview that I conducted. In addition to being a dope guitar player, McMullen is also a natural born storyteller whose Superfly memories of recording that masterful album in Chicago and New York were sharp as a tack.
While there is not much footage of McMullen playing live, he can be seen in the Superfly scene where Mayfield and company performed the provocative “Pusherman” as main characters Priest and Eddie chill out while waiting for their coke connect. “That was the only track that Tyrone McCullen played on and the only one we recorded in New York City.” Thirty-seven years later, McMullen still thinks of the Superfly sessions as a special time. “I’ve played on a lot of albums, but Superfly was one of the best records I ever did. In fact, I think Superfly was one of the best records of all time.”
For more of Craig McMullen’s thoughts and observations on the making of the Superfly soundtrack, check out Gangster Boogie in Wax Poetics #38, on stands soon–Wax Poetics: http://www.waxpoetics.com
“Pusherman” Scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxq2pCaW7Sk
Mayfield & McMullen on guitar, Midnight Special: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3yQpzdIw5I
Alex Bugnon – keys .. Craig McMullen -gtr.. Norman Brown – gtr .. @ Columbus Jazz & Rib Fest .. July 2009
Michael Jackson: The Big Picture
By Michael A. Gonzales
With the release of the much-anticipated Michael Jackson film This Is It coming on October 28, perhaps folks can finally step away from the television gossip programs and pay attention to what made the King of Pop special in the first place: brilliant songs combined with hypnotic performance skills.
Having last seen Jackson rock a screaming audience back in 1989 on the Bad tour, I still remember the blissful faces of the fans staring in awe and cheering as he cast a spell of pure showmanship. While it was obvious that Jackson put in hours of rehearsal, on stage his flow was effortless. Sliding from one step into another as the music built, Michael Jackson was enchanting and beautiful, electric and dangerous.
Yet, since his death this past June, Jackson’s aural brilliance and extraordinary body of work has been overshadowed by the singer’s bizarre life.
Beginning his career as front-boy/lead singer for the sibling group the Jackson 5, who came from the grimy hood of Gary, Indiana, it was not long before the adorable Michael became every little girl’s fantasy boyfriend. Throwing down on hypnotic Motown tracks like “ABC” (which Naughty By Nature sampled on their 1991 classic “O.P.P.”) and “Who’s Lovin’ You,” it did not take long for label honcho Berry Gordy to try to double his money by turning Michael into a solo star.
In the same way Gordy had pried Diana Ross away from The Supremes, he envisioned big things for a solo Michael. Though Poppa Jackson was against it, they reached a compromise: baby boy was allowed to record solo projects as long as he remained a part of the J5.
With the release of Got to Be There in the fall of 1971, Michael’s squeaky voiced remake of the 1958 Bobby Day song “Rockin’ Robin” soon dominated pop radio. Still, it was on M.J.’s version of Bill Withers “Ain’t No Sunshine” and Leon Ware’s “I Wanna Be Where You Are” that the record buying public heard hints of the heartbreaking tenderness that would be explored years later on songs “She’s Out of My Life” and “Liberian Girl.”
Unlike other performers who were content to show up, record their parts, and break out, Michael Jackson became “a sponge in the studio,” picking the brain of everyone from the songwriters and arrangers to Berry Gordy himself. While the label offered the brothers no creative freedom in choosing material or arrangements—one reason they left for Epic Records in 1976—Michael’s studio schooling would later help turn the curious child into a recording prodigy.
In 1972, the enduring innocence of “Ben” became the title track of Michael’s second solo outing. Used as the main theme for a horror flick of the same name, the single sold millions. If any other artist had sung an ode to a killer rat, it would’ve been ridiculous; but as with many of Michael’s experiments, he was able to turn the syrupy 1972 song into a number-one smash.
Although Jackson’s solo success predated the birth of hip-hop by a few years, the common thread that bounds the two was an obvious love for soul music. Michael covered Smokey Robinson’s “My Girl” and Sly Stone’s “Stand.” Nevertheless, like Marley Marl and tons of other rap producers, Jackson worshipped the icon that was James Brown. As a kid, little Michael studied Brown’s moves, grooves, and growls and carried those funky lessons from the stage to the studio.
While Motown put out four Michael Jackson solo albums, the last being Forever, Michael in 1975, it wasn’t until the release of Off the Wall four years later that the young star proved he had staying power. Michael had met Quincy Jones while working on the motion picture The Wiz and the creative cheimstry was undeniable. But though Jones had worked with major artists from Frank Sinatra to The Brothers Johnson, the young star had to fight with his new label Epic Records to get the producer involved with the project.
“Michael was crushed, but he was also very savvy when it came to business,” Jones told Newsweek. “It was one of his attributes that I think people underestimated. He’d been around the record business long enough with the Jackson 5 to know how to work record executives. He flatly told the label that I was doing the album.”
Of course the Jackson/Jones collaboration proved to be a match made in pop heaven. Their work together, from Off The Wall to Thriller to Bad, became one of the most successful musical marriages since Dionne Warwick met Burt Bacharach or Gamble & Huff hooked up with the O’Jays.
Allowed more creative freedom than on previous projects, Michael’s 1979 classic Off the Wall was an exciting fusion of hyper-disco (“Don’t Stop till You Get Enough,” “Working Day and Night”), brilliant balladry (“She’s Out of My Life,” “I Can’t Help It”) and smooth pop (“Rock With You,” “It’s the Falling in Love”).
Unlike the Motown albums—which were essentially wonderful singles like “In A Child’s Heart” or “Just A Little Bit of You” surrounded by filler—every track on Off the Wall was magical. “Michael was involved in the whole album,” says keyboardist Greg Phillinganes, who also played on Thriller and Dangerous. “Q is basically an overseer who runs the show without really running the show. The icing he adds to the cake can be the difference between a good tune and a great one.”
Although Thriller was the bigger-selling album, it’s should be obvious that the 10x platinum Off the Wall has had its own share of influence on contemporary superstars Justin Timberlake, Missy Elliott, The Neptunes and countless others.
“Michael’s vocabulary of grunts, squeals, hiccups, moans, and asides is a vivid reminder that he’s grown up,” wrote critic Robert Christgau in The Village Voice. Even though Quincy deservedly gets much of the credit for assisting Jackson’s transition from boy to man, it would be wrong to overlook the stellar songwriting and keyboard wizardry of former Heatwave member Rod Temperton.
A white soul man from England, Temperton penned the classic ballad “Always and Forever” and was recruited by Jones to be part of Off The Wall’s creative team that included Paul McCartney (who wrote “Girlfriend”), George Duke, David Foster, Larry Carlton and Louis Johnson. As on many Michael Jackson songs, the sessions were a rainbow coalition of top-rate talent.
As Jackson put it, “I don’t hire color, I hire competence.”
Temperton wrote the title track as well as “Rock With You,” and three years later the prolific songwriter wrote the spooky aural horror film that was “Thriller.” Though the song was originally called “Starlight,” Jones insisted on a new title.
“I went back to the hotel, wrote two or three hundred titles and came up with ‘Midnight Man,’” Temperton once said. “The next morning I woke up and I just said this word. Something in my head just said, ‘This is the title’. You could visualize it at the top of the Billboard charts. You could see the merchandising for this one word, how it jumped off the page as ‘Thriller.’”
At this point, it’s redundant to say that Thriller is the biggest-selling record of all time, but at the time no one could’ve predicted that the record would move over 20 million units worldwide. The only thing that was certain was that Michael Jackson was still hungry.
The pop fluff of the first single, “The Girl Is Mine”—another Paul McCartney collabo—gave no indication of the album’s greatness. Fans and critics alike hated the song—in retrospect it was like biting into a spoiled appetizer before being presented with a gourmet meal.
A few months later Thriller’s paranoid second single “Billie Jean” was released, and there was no looking back. Though it seems silly today, the video became the first clip from a Black pop artist to air on MTV. Besides teaming up with Quincy Jones, perhaps Jackson’s smartest collaboration was recruiting heavy metal guitar god Eddie Van Halen (who reportedly supplied his trademark solo free of charge) for the third single “Beat It.”
Of course, Michael would go on to become the biggest entertainer on Planet Pop, but there was no way he (or anybody else, for that matter) would ever top the success of Thriller. The follow-up, Bad, was a major success by all normal standards, generating five Billboard #1’s including the reflective “Man in the Mirror,” the cool streetwise title track, and the wild “Smooth Criminal.” Still, for whatever reason, Bad was the last project that Jones and Jackson worked on together.
Proving that he always had his ear to the streets, Michael Jackson surprised the world when he pulled in New Jack Swing mastermind Teddy Riley to helm the 1991 Dangerous album. Best known for his hybrid hip-hop/R&B productions for Big Daddy Kane, Heavy D & the Boyz (who had also recorded with Mike’s little sister Janet), and Bobby Brown, Teddy Riley was an Harlem native who had grown up admiring Jackson and was determined to prove himself as more than a R&B producer. He did just that on tracks like the funky “Jam” and “She Drives Me Wild,” but perhaps the flyest song on the entire album was “Remember the Time,” Jackson’s last true masterpiece.
Later on, there were memorable collaborations with R. Kelly and the Notorious B.I.G. And in 2001, Jackson’s last proper studio album, Invincible, featured the wonderful Rodney Jerkins–produced tracks “You Rock My World” and “Butterflies.”
Not long after Jackson’s death, it was announced that there might be over 100 unreleased tracks in Jackson’s vaults, and the footage from the rehearsal of his upcoming This is It concerts was discovered. In the wake of strange relatives pimping his spirit and countless folks lining up to share all sorts of sordid stories, a musical memorial like This Is It comes as a big relief to Michael’s true fans as well as those who have been so distracted by the complex public image that they’ve been unable to embrace his talent.
If This Is It lives up to its promise, this will be a fitting reminder of the artist who understood how to seduce from the stage while making every move special. Michael Jackson’s life might’ve been spiraling out of control, but on-stage the brother was always in control.
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93 Minutes With Corey Glover and Vernon Reid
Twenty-one years after “Cult of Personality,” Living Colour has a new album, a few regrets, and no intention of ever wearing neon spandex again.
By Michael A. Gonzales
I haven’t been in this studio since my second-grade class took the NBC tour years ago,” blurts 51-year-old Living Colour guitarist and founder Vernon Reid. Onstage at Late Night With Jimmy Fallonafter a rehearsal, the group—best known for its soaring, catchy 1988 megahit “Cult of Personality” and a now long ago habit of wearing bright spandex—is back, still endeavoring to mix commercial pop and agitprop. Their new album, The Chair in the Doorway, features the single they just thrashed through, called “Behind the Sun.” It’s about Katrina. “Originally, Vernon and I started writing ‘Behind the Sun’ with ‘The World Is a Ghetto’ kind of theme,” singer Corey Glover, 44, says, referencing the classic War song about universal poverty. “But after my wife and I went to New Orleans earlier this year and witnessed firsthand how devastated that part of the country still is four years later, I felt compelled to change the lyrics.”
The new single was well received, but Fallon’s production crew and stagehands really came alive to the band’s rendition of “Cult of Personality.” Released the same year as landmark New York City soundtracks It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back (Public Enemy) and Daydream Nation (Sonic Youth), the song was in constant rotation on MTV, and made them stars. As it reaches its chaotic climax in the studio, everybody in the room begins excitedly clapping and cheering. The band smiles shyly, as though amazed by the crowd’s reaction to a song they’ve played for more than twenty years.
Reid and Glover met at a birthday party in Brooklyn in 1986. Glover was born and raised in Brooklyn and today lives in Harlem with his wife, a schoolteacher, and two sons. Reid was born in London to a Caribbean family and immigrated to Brooklyn when he was 2. He was given the Jimi Hendrix album Band of Gypsyswhile a student at Brooklyn Tech High School; he was also a Santana nut after first hearing “Black Magic Woman” on WNEW. These days, he lives on Staten Island with his dancer wife and 6-year-old daughter.
“We got in late last night from our gig in Dallas, and then I had to wake up early this morning and take my boys to school. I came straight to the studio from there,” Glover says backstage, before kicking off his green Pro-Keds for a nap. Reid comes in with a $20 bill someone gave him right out of an ATM. On the back, someone has written obama is a nazi along the borders. “Can you believe this?” he asks, feigning shock.
While rock-history books overflow with references to groups like Television, Talking Heads, Blondie, and the Ramones, little has been documented about pioneering black rock bands PBR Streetgang, 24-7 Spyz, Eye & I, Faith, and J.J. Jumpers, who performed at the same Lower East Side venues. But at the time, there was a scene, spearheaded by a nonprofit called the Black Rock Coalition, which Reid helped to start in 1985. “The price of real estate makes it impossible to repeat,” laments Reid, who spoke at CBGB owner Hilly Kristal’s memorial in 2007. “Nobody can afford just to open some little hole in the wall where bands can develop.”
Fiddling with a bottle of water, Reid twists off the cap and takes a sip. “Success is disruptive in ways that some people don’t understand,” he explains. “In the beginning, Living Colour was a local band fighting to get noticed, struggling to get a following, and battling record labels to take us seriously. But once all of that happened, we still weren’t prepared.” Living Colour split up in 1995 and reformed to tour again in 2001. “Before Living Colour broke up, there was a lot of pressure on us,” Reid says. “My first marriage was breaking up; Living Colour was touring, but communication within the band was spotty. The problem with men is, we don’t have a language for emotion. We’ll curse at each other but never really talk.”
Forty minutes after he drops off, Glover stirs awake. Stretching, he knocks over my cup of coffee. “Sorry about that, man,” he says.
“These days, Living Colour is on a family vibe, with Vernon as the big brother,” Glover says, laughing. “It used to be that Vernon and I were constantly fighting for attention. But we complement each other. Vernon is never going to be able to sing like me, and I’m never going to play guitar like him. After all this time, we finally realize how important it is just to be around one another.”
