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Soul S 35001 (A), March 1964
b/w Wind It Up
(Written by Shorty Long and Mickey Stevenson)
Holy macker’l!
A round of applause, ladies and gentlemen, for Frederick Earl “Shorty” Long, in many ways the loose cannon of the Motown canon. Often referred to as the label’s top blues signing of the mid- to late-Sixties, Shorty was really much more eclectic than that suggests, such that it hardly seems fair to pigeonhole him as a blues artist at all. After Shorty’s tragically early death in 1969, Roger Green summed up his career perfectly with a written epitaph (quoted in The Complete Motown Singles: Volume 9):
“…A man who sang what he wanted to sing – everything from the blues to romantic ballads, from wild and crazy numbers to a utopian vision of heaven on earth. Short in stature but big in talent, he entertained and amused us, and finally he inspired us.”
Because Shorty was a natural showman and a quick-witted wiseacre, as well as someone who appears to have approached his life and his music with a toothy smile and a pleasingly laid-back attitude, it’s perhaps taken a while for him to claim his rightful place among the Motown greats, and the time has still yet to arrive for his work to be seriously reappraised. He didn’t sell a lot of records, the few singles he did strike chart gold with were novelty/comedy dance numbers, and so Shorty Long has been underappreciated, regarded as a second- or third-tier talent, an amusing but inconsequential footnote.
Well, balls to that. Here, Shorty Long is the man.
THE SENSATIONAL HARVEY BRAND
Harvey Fuqua’s branch of the Motown family tree is perhaps the most confusing to get a proper handle on. A great writer, producer and performer in his own right, Harvey was a family friend to the Gordys even before he became husband to Berry Gordy’s sister Gwen (herself co-owner of Anna Records, a label initially more successful and better distribution than the fledgling Motown empire); his initial involvement with Motown waxed and waned, but by 1961 he had started up his own Tri-Phi and Harvey labels, racking up a healthy catalogue of fine records, existing alongside Motown in an ill-defined state of flux (sometimes standing completely separate, sometimes sharing musicians, writers and producers) until Gordy eventually brought Fuqua on board formally at the end of 1963 and set about asset-stripping whatever was in the Harvey/Tri-Phi pantry.
For Berry Gordy – who, as has already been much discussed on this blog, was beginning to stack up serious pop chart hits and radio play, but at the expense of accusations he was turning his back on the black audiences who’d helped keep the lights on at Motown in the shaky early years – this was a veritable godsend. Not only did Motown gain a fine writer-producer and a well-connected A&R man, but Gordy also inherited several key R&B/blues acts from the Tri-Phi/Harvey roster, rebuilding at a stroke some of the credibility some observers felt he’d started to lose. Most of Motown’s harder-edged blues acts had already been cut loose by 1964, but even while he was building a pop empire to take on America, Gordy still recognised the value of not taking his eye off the ball as far as tougher R&B sounds, black radio and good old-fashioned sales were concerned. So it came to pass that Motown launched a new subsidiary label, Soul Records, its magenta, black and white labels carrying a resonance of the old Harvey Records colours, its initial roster stocked with former Tri-Phi and Harvey artists. Artists Like Shorty Long.
MACKEREL
Shorty had a head start at Hitsville almost immediately, in that he was used to writing his own material; Motown always placed stock in songwriters, and so Shorty was encouraged to provide his own songs, teamed up for this initial release with old hand Mickey Stevenson. (Later, he’d be one of a tiny handful of Motown acts to write and produce his own records).
Knowing he was a smart guy, I should probably be bemused or even irritated by his standard schtick – his act consisting of a quasi-drawled, semi-spoken delivery and an audible sly grin, his lyrics often coming down to “women, eh? Sheesh!” battle-of-the-sexes stuff, invariably – as here – broken up with random interjections (“Mm-mm-mm! Miss choice! Holy mackerel!”) as if he was the wisecracking pipsqueak in a group of street-corner layabouts, toothpick dangling from his mouth as he serenades passing women. But he does it in such a way that you wouldn’t bet against those women giving him a few good-natured smiles, and the reason is because he’s charming.
Charm is really the key to Shorty’s whole career. Some people are just natural charmers, and I don’t mean that in the lothario sense – I mean Shorty was naturally funny, witty, always ready with a quip or a put-down – but always in good humour and good taste, without being threatening, and certainly never just gratuitously nasty. There are laughs to be had at your expense, and he’ll get them – but he’ll make sure everyone gets their turn, including himself.
That natural charm doesn’t just allow him to deliver a lyric like this (watch out boys, she’s a man-eater!) and get away with it; his persona comes almost fully-formed, such that after just a few bars we already know this guy inside and out: a wise-ass ladies’ man, the kind of guy where you’d not only watch him work but wish him success in his endeavours just because you admire his pluck.
(This, incidentally, is a stock character Shorty would roll out over and over again, refining the act over the years until culminating in the telephone call that begins his exceptional 1967 cover of Chantilly Lace, featuring the greatest male giggle in pop history. But that’s a long way off just now.)
Anyway. Devil With The Blue Dress – most discographies add an extra “On” to the end of the title, but I understand that was introduced later, American listeners being most familiar with this song from its later incarnation in a Top Five cover version by Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels (who would themselves eventually end up as part of the Motown roster, albeit somewhat tangentially) – was the best possible launch pad for Soul Records, a statement of intent and a reminder of a whole line of Motown development that seemed to have been closed off. Hearing that boarded-up door marked “BLUES” being unexpectedly kicked open for a rousing, woozy stomp like this is a real breath of fresh air; Shorty might be a comedian on the surface but he’s serious about his craft, and the energy that’s flowing through this record’s blood is invigorating.
Much of that is to do with the exceptional guitar which runs right through the song (a particular highlight coming with a rippling, riffing solo at the two-minute mark, which is worthy of sustained applause all on its own), and a lot of it is down to Shorty himself, whose engaging semi-drawl sounds so louche and laid-back as to be almost falling off his chair; but mostly, it’s that this isn’t really a down and dirty blues as might have been cut a couple of years previously.
Which is to say: it’s still just about a blues, but it’s a new, Motown blues, meaning that all the standard bar-room and street-corner R&B tropes are melded with something else: the high crotchet piano and guitar “sting” notes on the (heavily accented) beat, the string figures and the interwoven vocal lines that most of the label’s pop acts were just starting to work. It’s still a blues record at heart, rather than a pastiche, because that’s where it’s undeniably come from; at the same time, it’s still a pop record, even if it’s a very different kind of pop record to the sort of thing Motown had been working on up until now.
And there at the head of it all, there’s Shorty, smirking his way through lines like Not too skinny and she’s not too fat / She’s a built humdinger and I like ’em like that which would normally have me reaching for the One Out Of Ten stamp. But everyone involved is having such a good time that it’s hard to see anybody actually taking offence to this, and the sexism is done in such a jokey way – Shorty boasting to his mates with an already acknowledged subtext that he doesn’t actually have a chance, and everyone knows it – that it’s somehow just less offensive on vinyl than it reads on paper.
This isn’t the best of Shorty’s Motown singles, far from it, and taken out of context it’d be hard to make any kind of claim for it being a masterpiece or something; what it is, though, is just a great deal of fun. Inexplicably likeable, and undeniably, well, charming.
MOTOWN JUNKIES VERDICT
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Dave L said:
Even if you didn’t hear this in the spring of ’64, Motown gave you another chance in November of ’65 -with significantly higher-profile hits- on “Collection of 16 Big Hits Vol. 4” (Motown 633). I’m glad they did, and in a later volume Long’s “Function At the Junction” was included too. I’ve still got the (much faster) Mitch Ryder remake of “Devil” also, but this is the goods đŸ™‚
I love that first, simple design of the Soul label best. It didn’t last long; I think I have maybe five of Walker’s items on it, then it was gone.
You did a marvelous job painting Shorty Long’s picture with words, Nixon.
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mndean said:
Much like my making allowances for all the isms present in films of the dim past, I usually can make the same ones for the sexism in songs of the ’60s. This one is hardly beyond the pale and inexcusable. With Shorty and (soon upcoming) Junior, my harder R&B side is more satisfied, although many Funk Brothers backing tracks are enough to keep me from carping about some fluff. I even tend to uprate for a good instrumental track.
But one thing troubles me about your review, Nixon.
Did you really use the word louche? It makes me worry you are coming down with bombastic critique syndrome, a disease which besieges the cinephile community. If you next mention a Motown songwriter’s mise-en-scene, I think treatment might be indicated đŸ˜‰
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The Nixon Administration said:
Louche is a great word – I didn’t want to pile that sentence with lots of adjectives, but I was trying to give the impression that Shorty is (or rather, is pretending to be) a raffish ne’er-do-well, while still coming across uninterested, as if to say “Watch out, fellas – I mean, *I* don’t care, obviously, man of the world that I am, but I thought you would all benefit from knowing.”
(Still, this one was quite badly written – I’m still not very well, sorry! – but in my defence, I’d question whether dropping French terms into a review still counts as pretentious bombast if one is actually of French extraction? I’ve always used it as my Get Out of Pseuds Corner Free card.)
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mndean said:
What I wrote was meant in humor! I was merely amused to see you use the word. On film blogs, you couldn’t keep writers from descriptive French terms even if you were to stand over them with a large stick.
I sympathize with your dental issues, I went through a number of them in a very short time about five or six years ago.
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Dave L said:
đŸ™‚ Hope you feel better soon, Nixon. Take your time; we ain’t goin’ anywhere.
I’m 57, I’ve had all four wisdom teeth out, root canal, bridge work, extractions. I think many of here are old enough to have had our own dental nightmares. It’s no picnic.
While I’m thinking of it, on your review of “Oh Little Boy,” you hinted that you might have gotten long-winded with the review of “My Guy,” Even if joking, nothing of the kind. Not only did you give that masterpiece it’s definitive due, but had a visitor never read any Motown book explaining Wells exit from the company, you did an exemplary job explaining the sad ‘whys.’
You couldn’t possibly write too much. We hang on your every word
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John Plant said:
Amen to that. And if ‘louche’ can’t find its way into a discussion of Motown, we’re in trouble. In this particular song, it’s the mot juste. If Shorty Long were still with us, I bet he’d even incorporate it into his own vocabulary – I can just hear him, adding that extra bit of salaciousness, saying ‘man, that’s LOUCHE….’ Your review is right on – I would have given this at least an 8 or 9, though, simply because it’s so much fun. Holy mackerel indeed. – I discovered this,by the way, in that wonderful vinyl Volume 4, one of the best of those magnificent compilations – and I still have it.
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Robert klein said:
All that raving about how great a cut this was, and giving it-only 7 out of 10!!! I am shocked. I’d give it at LEAST an 8. probably it should get a 9. How much better could it have been made?
Yes, it was surprising that Motown released a straight Blues record in early 1964. It got a little airplay for a week or two in Chicago on WVON, but I don’t think it charted. I bought it new (I was buying virtually every Motown record released then-although, I waited for the Pop and novelty “garbage” to hit the 10¢ bins and thrift stores before buying those).
I’ve never had a cavity nor root canal work, but I have had my wisdom teethy removed (all in one dental visit), and two teeth lost to a hockey puck, sumarily replaced by dental implant, so I can empathise with you, Nix. Get well quickly. I’m looking forward to seeing the new record label scans popping up to complete the early years.
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Landini said:
I love this song. It is so cool. Shorty Long was da man! Holy mackeral is right!
By the way, what is he saying in the middle of the song is it “Miss Miller? Miss Choice?” Does anyone know how Mitch Ryder got the idea to rev the song up? Just curious.
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Robb Klein said:
Tha’s: “Holy Mack ‘a’al”!
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Slade Barker said:
Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels, and their sometimes-brilliant producer Bob Crewe, had already done the same rollicking thing with their previous hits, so they were repeating the formula. Thing is, they topped everything they had ever done with their cover version.
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Landini said:
Mr. Nixon, I meant to tell you how much I enjoyed your review of this song & your comments about Mr. Long. A very underappreciated talent. It is hard to believe he was so young when he died. Very tragic.
I”m sorry to be away for so long. Life has a way of interrupting us sometimes, but I am doing well. Health is still good. Cheers!
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The Nixon Administration said:
Thanks Landini, it’s appreciated. Nice to see you back again!
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bogart4017 said:
No really a straight ahead blues as much as it is “Back Yard Barbecue Blues”, know i mean?
The older folks would start pouring out the brown liquor and young folks liked it too (the record, not the booze).
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Robb Klein said:
This song is really straight Blues by definition, based on chord progression song structure. In fact, I can’t remember any other Motown record that is (unless, perhaps one or two of the non-memorable Sammy Ward B-sides also is (but, I really don’t remember one). Mike McLean played a fantastic Blues cut off an unmarked acetate that was recorded at Hitsville from the beginning of the 1960s. But he’s pretty sure that it was not a signed Motown artist, but an artist whose producer rented Motown’s studio as an outsider. They did rent it out to outsiders until very early 1964, when they started using it themselves 24 hours a day. Liking Blues, I was unhappy when Harvey Records’ own Blues singer, Eddie Burns, was not signed by Motown, when Harvey’s and Gwen’s Harvey/Tri-Phi/HPC/Messenger labels were folded into Motown.
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Slade Barker said:
I absolutely love this song, which was strong enough to merit inclusion on “Beg, Scream & Shout: The Big O’ Box of’ ’60s Soul,” the best-curated compilation in the history of soul music. It deserves a 10, my friends — a 10! And it’s not sexist to admire the way a woman looks — come on! I would love a female version admiring the way a man looks. I believe in equal rights! Kudos for singling out the terrific guitar solo, btw. These were getting rarer and rarer on soul records, especially rare on Motown records as the baritone sax increasingly ruled.
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