ALLEN TOUSSAINT BUSH HALL
A few months ago Charlie dug out an old review he’d written on an Allen Toussaint album and so I mentioned seeing Charlie host a Songwriter’s Circle at the QEH featuring Toussaint and how it was one of the most magical musical experiences of my life. That was in 1994 and Allen had not been near the UK since. Then I find out he is playing solo at Bush Hall in May!!! You can bet I wasn’t going to miss that gig.
For those of us who love and revere the music of New Orleans Allen Toussaint is ranked alongside the likes of Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet, Prof Longhair, Dr John, Aaron Neville, Irma Thomas and a handful of other giants.
For those not so familiar with Toussaint let me go over some common ground: now aged 68, he began as a pianist with Shirley & Lee in the 1950s and playing on Fats Domino (another giant) recordings, soon placing his witty, fresh and very soulful tunes with many of the rising stars of New Orleans R&B in the early 60s.
Allen was such a gifted composer that by his early 20s the likes of Herb Alpert were also recording his instrumentals. As his fame rose – the likes of the Stones, Beatles and such namechecked him – many Brit and US rockers hired him (Frankie Miller, The Band, Dr John, Lowell George to name a few) while he kept on knocking out great soul productions (Labelle’s Lady Marmalade is but one).
He also recorded 4 fine solo albums across the 70s – album No 3 Southern Nights being one of the most gorgeous discs in my collection, a masterpiece of songwriting, arranging, singing and something quite original – Southern soul that has an almost ambient flavour, trip-hop before anyone ever considered there could be such a thing. I imagine Toussaint was listening to country and reggae (he did produce a Mighty Diamonds album) and brought strains of both to Southern Nights. It’s reissued so I suggest all SOTW folk go get a copy – it will add pleasure to your summer, I guarantee!
None of the albums sold strongly tho Allen certainly did well with publishing as many big names cut his tunes. Then he appeared to go silent. Not vanishing but rarely producing other artists or issuing new solo projects. I imagine he was somewhat disillusioned by the fading of New Orleans’ music scene and how the change in popular black listening tastes had made elegant music such as his out of fashion. Allen occasionally issued solo albums – I bought one in 98 when there to interview Neil Finn and lent it to him (he had never even heard of Toussaint! Doh!!) and never got it back. Never trust a singer-songwriter . . . tho considering Finn’s artistic and commercial decline it appears unlikely he took notes.
Anyway, Toussaint was in town and I was there. The reason for this rare appearance was to promote his album cut with Elvis Costello The River In Reverse. As of the gig I had not heard the album and not having enjoyed anything Costello has done beyond his initial Stiff recordings (and Shipbuilding) I wasn’t sure what the collaboration would involve. Anyway, I was hoping just to get Toussaint solo tho the ticket did promise ‘special guests’ (ominous but being an optimist I thought maybe Frankie Miller would drop in to sing Brickyard Blues!).
Gig gets underway around 9 with Allen looking trim, afro now fully grey, introducing himself in that easy going manner, all Southern charm, playing instrumentals like Java which he mentions Herb Alpert recorded – he also tells us a funny story of recording it while in the army and having to drill the local army band as how to play New Orleans style.
He then does a medley of some of those great early 60s hits he wrote for the likes of Ernie K Doe and Lee Dorsey (Fortune Teller, Mother In Law, Working In A Coal Mine etc). I normally hate hits medleys but Allen played and sang so well and the songs segued together so smoothly that this was really enjoyable.
Then he introduced the ‘special guest’. Yup, Mr Costello. Elvis came on looking fat and happy and immediately the first problem – his vocal mic was way louder than that of Allen’s. Way louder than necessary for Bush Hall. Still, he wasn’t too bad, all things considered. Then Allen took over again, oozing charm, name dropping, telling great great stories – oh, I wish he would write his autobiography! Stories about Prof Longhair and how he came to write Farmer John and visiting farming relatives in rural Louisiana and how ‘when Jim Webb heard Southern Nights he told Glen Campbell ‘you better cut that Toussaint song and give it some tempo’ and he did and they took it all the way to the bank!’
All of this was brilliant except Elvis kept on joining him on stage and as the evening proceeded his singing got worse and worse. I mean, this is a guy who seems to think that singing Aaron Neville songs – a man with a heavenly voice – means imitating all kings of sub-soul mannerisms (squawks and screams and other gospel inflections). And, as mentioned, he was horribly loud – ear splittingly so.
Yet Toussaint kept mentioning Elvis as if he was the great artist! I guess this is the case of a black American musician who feels he’s been forgotten and suddenly finds himself promoted by a very media savvy individual and thus must do the ‘bossman’ act. I mean, there is no comparison in terms of talent – Toussaint is a master pianist, a legendary songwriter and producer and a velvety vocalist who has helped other artists achieve huge levels of success; Costello is a smart guy who has managed to parlay minimal musical ability mixed with word play into a career. Yes, he produced Free Nelson Mandela and A Pair Of Brown Eyes – both acts were already stars - and wrote Shipbuilding so he deserves some respect but really he should be sitting behind the mixing desk with Toussaint, not standing in front of him doing atrocious imitations of your and my fave black singers. Still, Toussaint was solo for around two thirds of the show and that was just magic – the melodies that man can pull out of a piano!
Next day and there’s The River In Reverse in the post. Elvis sings on almost every track and, Jesus, his strangled squawk is unlistenable. He even dares massacre Freedom For The Stallion, the song that Toussaint performed with such grace and dignity at the Songwriters Circle (thankfully they did not tackle that at Bush Hall). Avoid it and go get Southern Nights or From A Whisper To A Scream (a good comp of the 4 albums). And if Allen comes to town go see him. Just take your ear plugs in case any ‘special guests’ drop in.
