Muscle Shoals
1
Magic is the word
that comes to mind for me
when I think of Muscle Shoals.
It's about alchemy,
the iron in the ground,
the rust, into gold.
You just have to listen.
And you will be transported.
You will be changed.
You're gonna hear
some of the greatest voices
that ever were.
One, two, three!
One, two, three.
Ow!
Uh!
All right!
Uh!
Got to know how to Pony
Like Bony Moronie
Mash Potato
Do the Alligator
Put your hand on your hips,
yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Ow!
Uh!
You know, I feel all right.
Feel pretty good, y'all.
Na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na,
na-na na-na na-na
Na-na na-na
Come on, y'all,
let's say it one more time.
Na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na,
na-na na-na na-na
Na-na na-na
Ohh!
Dancin' in the alley
With Long Tall Sally
Twistin' with Lucy
Doin' the Watusi
Roll over on your back
I like it like that
Ohh, help me
Ohh, help me
We started to hear
There was an amazing feel.
Kind of, uh, magnetic,
I suppose in a way, sound wise.
And then after a while,
this word, "Muscle Shoals"
comes into the picture,
and you put two and two together
and that was when I said,
"If we get the chance,
we got to go down there,"
you know.
People now still ask me,
"What is it about
Muscle Shoals?"
It's just a little village
on the Alabama border.
Why does that music
come out of there?
It's an enigma.
How did so much music
take place
in such an undescript
little town?
There was just something
about that place,
something that still
to this day nobody can explain.
on this planet,
there are certain places
where there is a field
of energy.
for this number of years,
there was Muscle Shoals.
It's a unique thing,
rooms and record-making
like that, it doesn't happen
very often.
Rick Hall that's like
a type of maniac.
With the drive and the foresight
to do it, you know,
and he's a tough guy.
This area here is where
my roots are.
And it's helped me develop
into whatever I am today.
My father was a sawmiller
and we lived way out
in the Freedom Hills.
No houses, no neighbors.
No kids to play with.
The floor in our house
was dirt.
The heater was made
out of an oil drum.
made out of straw
that we pulled up
in the fields.
We had no bathing facilities,
no toilets, nothing.
And we just kind of grew up
like animals.
That made me a little bitter.
Somewhat driven.
I wanted to be special.
I wanted to be somebody.
Can you slip away,
slip away
Slip away, yeah
Oh, I need you so
in this studio
was a record called
"Steal Away" by Jimmy Hughes.
Brand new building.
And I was hoping it had
the magic.
I didn't know.
So I brought my band in,
and I went up
in the control room
and sat down.
Okay, all set?
I turned on the microphones
and nervously hit
the talk-back button
to the musicians
and said with a slight crackle
in my voice, "Rolling."
One, two, one, two,
three, four.
When they kicked off
"Steal Away,"
I sat behind the console
and wept.
I just had huge chill bumps
come up on my arms.
And the hair on the back
And of course,
this was the birth
I've got to see you
Somehow
Not tomorrow
Right now
I know it's late, whoa,
I can't wait
So come on and steal away
I've heard entertainers
and producers tell me
that we got some kind
of sound here
that they can't get
anywhere else.
They have to come here.
It's that oh, deep down
into your stomach,
coming up out of your gut,
coming up out of your heart.
There's that
Muscle Shoals sound.
I won't tell
Anybody else
I'll keep it to myself
I know it's late, whoa,
I can't wait
So come on and steal away
That sound made it through
to even Ireland
and Britain.
And we felt the blood in that.
We felt the...
the sort of pulse of it.
And we wanted some, you know?
You gotta understand
that Muscle Shoals
had its own kind of R&B.
Different from Memphis,
different from Detroit,
different from New York,
different from L.A.
How did it happen
in this little town
of 8,000 people,
of music?
It always seems
to come out of the river.
You know, even in Liverpool,
you know, the Mersey sound.
And then of course,
Mississippi.
And here you have
the Tennessee River.
It's like the songs
come out of the mud.
We're at a place
called Ishatae.
It means it's a special place,
a holy place.
It's a place of music.
And it's a place of people.
I've been working on it
for 32 years.
There's over eight million
pounds of stones here.
It's a memorial to
my great-great-grandmother.
She was an American Indian,
and her people were Euchee.
My grandmother's people
called this river
that we call the Tennessee
today, they called it
Nunnuhsae, the river
that sings.
lived in the river,
sang songs to 'em,
and protected 'em.
In the year 1839,
my great-great-grandmother
in Muscle Shoals.
She was taken to
the Indian Nations,
what is now present-day
Muskogee, Oklahoma.
When Grandmother got out there
to Oklahoma,
she said there were no songs.
She went and listened to all
and there were no songs.
They couldn't sing,
they couldn't dance.
They couldn't hold
their ceremonies.
And they got to be
very sad people.
So, she started
to come back home.
She walked all the way back.
It took her roughly five years.
She had to come back
to this river.
The river that sings.
The great dams have softened
the woman in the river's songs,
but if you go to very quiet
places and listen,
you can still hear her songs.
I know; I hear her songs
nearly every day.
When I was a young man, starting
out in the music business,
Billy Sherrill and I,
who were writing partners,
got a phone call from
a guy that wanted
to start a publishing
company with us,
and had the sum of $500
to spend on us,
which we thought was
a gold mine.
So, Tom Stafford
was a dream come true.
We went in business
and we had a little bitty studio
over Tom's father's drugstore.
We got a few cuts,
made a few bucks,
and one day, I was called in
to a meeting with Billy and Tom
and they advised me that
they were not happy
with the way things
were going and thought
that I was a little too much
of a workaholic.
And said that they wanted
to have fun
while they were having
hit records,
and that I was just too adamant
and too, uh,
strong-willed
and too pushy.
So, they decided to...
to let me go.
So, I obviously went home,
began to lick my wounds,
and was very bitter.
During this time,
Reynolds Metals Company
in Muscle Shoals, Alabama.
Faye Marie, there.
She and I had been married
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