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שנדע מאין באנו... Wilson Pickett - (1941- 2006) Can't help but deeply feel the loss of Wilson Pickett. I've been thinking a lot about Soul, particularly that era between 1965 & 1969. What an incredible amalgam of singles. James Brown introduced us to the brand new bag, Aretha just took over the whole world, the Supremes led the conscious bandwagon by bravely introducing "Love Child" on Sullivan, and my Temptations were transitioning from Smokey to Whitfield. and Wilson Pickett. Dude was, as one of the tracks on his last album says, "All About Sex". No, no, his vocals WERE sex. As an adolescent caught up in believing in the possibilities sung to me via the Sound Of Young America, there was something OTHER about Wilson Pickett. I now see that he had a raw lasciviousness that warned guys that you better hold tight to your girls & daughters or he would easily devour them. Oh, yeah - he was the big, bad wolf. He was a song-stealing sonofagun. But I dare anybody to raise the spectre of Pat Boone. He just bitch-slapped Roger Collins and claimed "She's Looking Good". He did treat Dyke with some respect on "Funky Broadway", though. I double-dare any Beatles fan to try to compare the way he manned-up "Hey Jude" - the original is a lullaby. There are three moments on record that make me wish I had the studio tape. I mean the artist just gets otherworldly, but the record ends: 1) Da do da da, Da de da da - the last 10 seconds of "The Big Payback" are the funkiest chunk on wax. 2) When Michael Jackson launches it an octave on the fade to "Who's Loving You" 3) The fade to "I Found A Love" has Pickett in full, pleading professing mode. Actually, this is just an example of the Power of the Pickett. He just blows the frequency limits of the mic he's singing into. I refuse to believe this record could have been recorded un-distorted. I always fantasized that they had to invent Hi-Fi just to be able to capture Pickett's screams. The Hall household will long cherish the flipside of "Midnight Mover", a ditty called "Deborah". Pickett is, as I see now, doing it for the Tony Sopranos of the world. He's socking soul in Italian. Y'all ask your mobbed-up buddies did they get into this one. --J. Michael Hall Damned! Here we go agin! I remember I Found A Love. Whenever I think of Wilson Pickett I'm reminded of what 'soul-stirring' actually sounds like. The Philly International stuff was/is made special all because of Bro. Pickett's guttural vocal. Don't Let the Green Grass Fool Ya and Engine Number Nine are true departures from the typical Philly International sound yet they played a large part in further defining Philly soul. How about I'm In Love? Remember that? How beautiful was that one? How about I'm connecting the word 'beautiful' to anything done by Wilson Pickett? When I think about the screamers (not because THEY scream so much as how they made the women scream) I'd have to say Wilson Pickett was probably the best and most powerful straight up baritone singer. I don't quite know how to explain what a 'squall' is. But suffice to say that only Joe Ligon, Solomon Burke and Wilson Pickett were/are really good at it. There are others that do it, of course...but I think they did it best. It requires a strong voice and the ability to hold and vibrate a phat note without going hoarse. As Mr. Pickett says on Only The Strong Survive: 'James (Brown) caint do this..it comes from here (points to his gut)...James just screams from here (points to his throat)'.. I think that is a fair assessment. I remember seeing Mr. Pickett once at the Apollo theatre. He was singing In the Midnight Hour. During the instrumental (horn) break he brought up a few young ladies from the audience. Willingly they came. He kissed and danced (in his way because the one thing Wilson Pickett did NOT do was dance) with each lady. As he neared the end of this sequence of the song, the last lady was not the most attractive of the bunch and without missing a beat (and in inimitable Wilson Pickett style) this lady wanted her kiss and he simply turned slightly away and said 'Lawd Have Mercy!' I died laughing. I guess that's why they called him 'wicked'. I heard Philly DJ Georgie Woods dubbed Jerry Butler 'the Iceman'. Who dubbed Wilson Pickett' Wicked''? Finally, I think it's best that we begin to REALLY focus on those who are left... That would be Chuck Jackson, Garnett Mimms, James Brown ,Chuck Berry, Little Richard Penniman, Solomon Burke, Bo Diddley and Jerry Butler. Encouragement and support is all that's needed in these closing years for these brothers. Hire A Band, Peace --LP ולאן אנו הולכים?
שנדע מאין באנו... Wilson Pickett - (1941- 2006) Can't help but deeply feel the loss of Wilson Pickett. I've been thinking a lot about Soul, particularly that era between 1965 & 1969. What an incredible amalgam of singles. James Brown introduced us to the brand new bag, Aretha just took over the whole world, the Supremes led the conscious bandwagon by bravely introducing "Love Child" on Sullivan, and my Temptations were transitioning from Smokey to Whitfield. and Wilson Pickett. Dude was, as one of the tracks on his last album says, "All About Sex". No, no, his vocals WERE sex. As an adolescent caught up in believing in the possibilities sung to me via the Sound Of Young America, there was something OTHER about Wilson Pickett. I now see that he had a raw lasciviousness that warned guys that you better hold tight to your girls & daughters or he would easily devour them. Oh, yeah - he was the big, bad wolf. He was a song-stealing sonofagun. But I dare anybody to raise the spectre of Pat Boone. He just bitch-slapped Roger Collins and claimed "She's Looking Good". He did treat Dyke with some respect on "Funky Broadway", though. I double-dare any Beatles fan to try to compare the way he manned-up "Hey Jude" - the original is a lullaby. There are three moments on record that make me wish I had the studio tape. I mean the artist just gets otherworldly, but the record ends: 1) Da do da da, Da de da da - the last 10 seconds of "The Big Payback" are the funkiest chunk on wax. 2) When Michael Jackson launches it an octave on the fade to "Who's Loving You" 3) The fade to "I Found A Love" has Pickett in full, pleading professing mode. Actually, this is just an example of the Power of the Pickett. He just blows the frequency limits of the mic he's singing into. I refuse to believe this record could have been recorded un-distorted. I always fantasized that they had to invent Hi-Fi just to be able to capture Pickett's screams. The Hall household will long cherish the flipside of "Midnight Mover", a ditty called "Deborah". Pickett is, as I see now, doing it for the Tony Sopranos of the world. He's socking soul in Italian. Y'all ask your mobbed-up buddies did they get into this one. --J. Michael Hall Damned! Here we go agin! I remember I Found A Love. Whenever I think of Wilson Pickett I'm reminded of what 'soul-stirring' actually sounds like. The Philly International stuff was/is made special all because of Bro. Pickett's guttural vocal. Don't Let the Green Grass Fool Ya and Engine Number Nine are true departures from the typical Philly International sound yet they played a large part in further defining Philly soul. How about I'm In Love? Remember that? How beautiful was that one? How about I'm connecting the word 'beautiful' to anything done by Wilson Pickett? When I think about the screamers (not because THEY scream so much as how they made the women scream) I'd have to say Wilson Pickett was probably the best and most powerful straight up baritone singer. I don't quite know how to explain what a 'squall' is. But suffice to say that only Joe Ligon, Solomon Burke and Wilson Pickett were/are really good at it. There are others that do it, of course...but I think they did it best. It requires a strong voice and the ability to hold and vibrate a phat note without going hoarse. As Mr. Pickett says on Only The Strong Survive: 'James (Brown) caint do this..it comes from here (points to his gut)...James just screams from here (points to his throat)'.. I think that is a fair assessment. I remember seeing Mr. Pickett once at the Apollo theatre. He was singing In the Midnight Hour. During the instrumental (horn) break he brought up a few young ladies from the audience. Willingly they came. He kissed and danced (in his way because the one thing Wilson Pickett did NOT do was dance) with each lady. As he neared the end of this sequence of the song, the last lady was not the most attractive of the bunch and without missing a beat (and in inimitable Wilson Pickett style) this lady wanted her kiss and he simply turned slightly away and said 'Lawd Have Mercy!' I died laughing. I guess that's why they called him 'wicked'. I heard Philly DJ Georgie Woods dubbed Jerry Butler 'the Iceman'. Who dubbed Wilson Pickett' Wicked''? Finally, I think it's best that we begin to REALLY focus on those who are left... That would be Chuck Jackson, Garnett Mimms, James Brown ,Chuck Berry, Little Richard Penniman, Solomon Burke, Bo Diddley and Jerry Butler. Encouragement and support is all that's needed in these closing years for these brothers. Hire A Band, Peace --LP ולאן אנו הולכים?