Sunday, April 21, 2013

dream, baby


[yeah, i know, but i don't feel like getting personal tonight]

roy orbison was a weird guy, and an even weirder performer.  he'd walk out on stage looking neither left or right, oblivious of the applause, stand stiffly in fronta the microphone, deliver the goods, and then when he was done, leave the stage looking neither left or right, oblivious of the applause, the same way he'd come on.

but, my god, could the man work magic with a song.

in 1987, having faded to obscurity in the public mind and towards the end of his life, he was approached to do a "greatest hits" live concert for television, and when word got out, the biggest headliners in the music business at the time clamored for the opportunity to accompany him onstage.

the show was intimately shot at the ambassador hotel's legendary coconut grove nightclub (which would also soon die thereafter), before an audience of hollywood's best and brightest, and the resulting masterpiece would not only revive roy's career, but go down in history as one of the all-time great live performances, and one that i--who generally hates live concerts--would have given my left nut and two inches of my dick to have attended.

as hard as it would be to pick a favorite from the show, when "dream baby" came up on shuffle tonight at just the right moment of (semi) intoxication, i immediately flipped over to youtube, grabbed the video, watched it a few times, felt my mood elevate immensely, and dashed off this post.

originally released in 1962, i liked the song, but had never considered it one of roy's best--that he'd somehow missed something in the arrangement.  well, 25 years later, he found it.

accompanied by bruce springsteen on lead vocals (whom i'd never thought of as even remotely sexy before i saw this show), with elvis costello, j.d. souther and jackson browne coming in behind, and k.d. lang, jennifer warnes and bonnie raitt providing the oohs and aahs--and all of whom flew in that night and ran through it once before shooting, btw--this is, to me, as good as it gets.

if after watching it you don't agree, then all i can say is, you're either a clueless whippersnapper, or your pleasure centers are wired very differently than mine.

[and naturally, after ascertaining that the video was embeddable before writing this goddam post, and then writing the post, and then embedding the goddam thing, youtube informs me it's "restricted", so you'll have to watch it here]

or maybe you should just have a couple stiff ones and watch it again.  and again after that.  and again after that.

4 comments:

Will said...

My music is classical and opera, but I loved Roy Orbison's voice and way with a song. The man SANG and inhabited the material he sang perfectly.

Anonymous said...

Thanks man. I've been wanting something new-to-me to listen too and this is perfect.

mkf said...

will and mitch: thanks, guys--nobody ever likes my musical selections, so this made me feel good.

Anonymous said...

I must be dead inside.

I couldn't get past the horrible wig. It just laid there like a dead furry forest critter. It's called human hair Roy. Buy some!

But you're right. Bruce was sexy in this. I always think of him all sweaty in a white t-shirt, but not in a good way, so it was nice seeing him nicely polished like a brand new penny.

And how heart-breaking that they couldn't save the Ambassador Hotel?

Regarding you not wanting to get personal, I say you really told on yourself with this ditty. A lot more than you know.

Luv,
Me