The Sculptors of Notre Dame: “Muscle Shoals”, “20 Feet From Stardom”, and “The Wrecking Crew”

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

After STANDING IN THE SHADOWS OF MOTOWN, which shined a light on the Detroit backing band who played on dozens of Motown hits, there’s been a spate of documentaries honoring the previously-anonymous studio musicians who were essential contributors to scores of classic R&B, soul, and rock records. Recently I watched three: MUSCLE SHOALS, 20 FEET FROM STARDOM (recent winner of the Oscar for Best Documentary), and THE WRECKING CREW. I recommend all three to any pop music fans.

Fame Studios owner/producer Rick Hall with Clarence Carter.

Fame Studios owner/producer Rick Hall with Clarence Carter.

MUSCLE SHOALS tells the story of Fame studios owner/producer Rick Hall and the Swampers, the house band who played on such records as “I’ll Take You There,” “When A Man Loves A Woman,” “Land of 1,000 Dances,” “Mustang Sally,” “I Never Loved A Man The Way I Loved You,” “Natural Woman,” “Think,” “Chain of Fools,” “Tell Mama,” and dozens more. While I enjoyed the documentary, it sometimes relied too much on mystical explanations instead of trying to tell the story of why this city of 8,000 people became the epicenter of so many beloved and influential records.


Fame Studios founder Rick Hall today.

Hall talks about his early life growing up on a farm with a dirt floor and no indoor plumbing and then, boom, he’s got his own studio and he’s producing an Arthur Alexander side that catches the attention of the early Rolling Stones. Hey, whoa! Can we back up a minute? Why’d he get into music in the first place? Where did he get the money to buy the studio and custom-made equipment? We find out an hour into the doc that Sun Records founder Sam Phillips was Hall’s mentor but not how he met Phillips, why Phillips paid any attention to him at all, or why Hall didn’t follow Phillips to Nashville. While Hall’s drive is explained as the result of a series of personal tragedies (we learn about the death of his brother, father, and first wife), we get little to no idea where Hall’s creativity came from. We’re just supposed to believe he sprang fully formed from the Tennessee River, I guess.

The white boys who played that funky music.

The Swampers then: the white boys who played that funky music.

Likewise, we learn little about the Swampers’ early lives or the music scene that produced them. Jimmy Johnson, pictured below on the right wearing his business casual best, not only played guitar on the records I mentioned above, the mofo engineered the songs on “Sticky Fingers” and produced “Sweet Home Alabama” and “Free Bird.” Astonishing, right? The dude is a walking history of 60s and 70s Southern rock. I would’ve liked to know more about the scene and milieu that produced him with maybe a little less talk about ancient Indian water spirits.


The Swampers now: coolest grandpas ever?

But I’m being nitpicky. That omission aside, the film does a bang-up job of telling the story of the studio, musicians, and albums recorded in the tiny Alabama town. The documentary has fun with the fact that these dudes, arguably some of the funkiest musicians who ever lived, couldn’t be whiter and dorkier. Motown, which had the sweeter, more commercial sound, was largely black musicians while the rawer Muscle Shoals records were recorded by an all-white band. Funny paradox, no?

Darlene Love and The Blossoms backing up Marvin Gaye in 1964.

The Blossoms (Darlene Love in the center) backing up Marvin Gaye in 1964.

20 FEET FROM STARDOM doesn’t focus on a particular label or period but on the unheralded job of the R&B and rock backup singer. The movie profiles a number of singers including:

The dramatic arc for each is the same, though their third acts differ. The girls all establish very successful careers as background singers for top acts, they attempt solo careers that flop or only have minor success, then have to deal with the aftermath. Some return to doing backup, some leave the business altogether. Given that such legends as Mick Jagger, Sting, and Bruce Springsteen all acknowledge them as A-plus talents, how to account for their failure to become stars in their own right? Bad timing? Lackluster solo material? Or, as Springsteen ventures, a dearth of the necessary narcissism and ego needed to be a headliner? It’s interesting to watch Fischer, perhaps the most well-adjusted of the bunch, acknowledge that she isn’t equipped for megastardom (or interested in marriage or kids) while Lennear openly regrets leaving music to teach Spanish at a community college.

Claudia Lennear_Photo

Claudia Lennear: Ikette, Rolling Stones backup singer, and the inspiration for “Brown Sugar.”

Both MS and 20 FEET are standard docs featuring archive photos, vintage performance footage, and talking head commentary. 20 FEET leans more heavily on contemporary studio performances while MS has a lot of moody Deep South b-roll (train tracks, BBQ shacks, cotton fields). The performers and their stories take center stage.

When I started writing this post I remembered a book was published last year on the Los Angeles studio musicians known as the Wrecking Crew. A little googling revealed that someone had made a doc about the band but it hadn’t been publicly released yet due to the massive bill for music licensing. But hey, lucky me, by coincidence it would be screening near me within a few days. The universe seemed to be telling me something so I headed out to an L.A. Jazz Institute convention to catch the movie.

The Wrecking Crew was a loose collective of about 20 or so studio musicians who played on a slew of early 60s and 70s rock and pop records. In the early days of rock ‘n roll, say before the mid 60s, rock records were produced like jazz records: the songs were arranged by a producer, played by in-house musicians, and sung by a vocalist. This is exactly the arrangement Phil Spector used for his Wall of Sound records and Brian Wilson would use for Summer Days through “Good Vibrations” and the Wrecking Crew was the band Spector and Wilson used to realize their sound.

While the WC consisted of a number of musicians over the years, some of the most important and who are featured in the documentary, are:

Bassist Carol Kaye and guitarist Bill Pitman.

Carol Kaye and guitarist Bill Pitman.

Those credits just scratch the surface. That’s not the Byrds on “Mr. Tambourine Man,” that’s the Wrecking Crew. David Crosby was pissed when he found he wouldn’t be recording the song but the Wrecking Crew knocked it and another song out in three hours while, in contrast, Roger McGuinn notes it took the actual Byrds 77 takes to get “Turn! Turn! Turn!”

Filmmaker Denny Tedesco, son of guitarist Tommy Tedesco, made the film over the course of twelve years to bring some much deserved recognition to these long neglected musicians. Inspired by the framing device of BROADWAY DANNY ROSE — a bunch of old timers sitting around a table swapping stories — the film begins when with Tedesco, Kaye, and Blaine meeting for the first time in decades. But like MS and 20 FEET, there’s plenty of archival material, as well as interview footage from people like Glen Campbell (himself a member of the Wrecking Crew before he went solo), Cher, Dick Clark, Herb Alpert, and producer Lou Adler. (I could be wrong but I think Adler is the only person who appears in all three of these documentaries. Jagger and Richards both appear in MS and 20 FEET.)


While the movie brings the musicians some glory, it doesn’t shy away from the personal toll being a working musician took on their families. As one of the Swampers points out in MS, being a studio musician allows one some stability and the chance to stick close to home, but the Wrecking Crew was in such demand that they worked nonstop for years. Drummer Earl Palmer notes with a twinge of regret, “Let’s just say I’m a better grandfather than I was a father.”


About my pretentious post title. Watching these movies is like learning about the anonymous sculptors and stone masons who provided so much charm, delight, and mystery to Notre Dame and Chartres, or the monks who illustrated the Book of Kells. If those works are some of the masterpieces of medieval art, aren’t many of the songs listed above among the masterpieces of 20th century American culture? (Even “Free Bird”? Hey man, especially “Free Bird.”) Like 20 FEET points out, how often do these session musicians provide the hook, our favorite part of the song? Don’t tell me I’m the only one who has more fun singing the backup parts when songs come on the radio.

Both MUSCLE SHOALS and 20 FEET FROM STARDOM are currently streaming on Netflix. According to the director, THE WRECKING CREW will be available on DVD by this Christmas.


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17 Responses to The Sculptors of Notre Dame: “Muscle Shoals”, “20 Feet From Stardom”, and “The Wrecking Crew”

  1. I remember seeing Kaye talk about a book or a movie about the WC that had got some things wrong and she was kind of outraged about it. I think it was about rumors of drug use. Could she have been talking about this?


  2. Fab posting. I’ll be exploring your links for quite a while. Gonna be a late night, I can tell already.


  3. Plus: the band playing behind Wilson Pickett on “Mustang Sally” was all-white? Really? Can’t tell you how much White Pride that fills me with.


  4. Fabrizio del Wrongo says:

    I both liked and disliked “20 Feet.” Liked because I love all those old songs and the backup singers that worked on them. Disliked because the movie is relentless in its boo-hooing over these folks’ lack of solo success. Why, in a movie meant to celebrate backup singers, are the subjects treated like helpless victims? Why are people so interested in victims?

    While watching it the main thought I had — and I considered blogging about it — was: What makes a rock star? That’s the question that hangs over the movie. Clearly it’s not just talent. I think Springsteen comes closest to the truth when he hints that some folks just lack the drive, the ego, and the image to make it as stars. (He might also have mentioned luck.) The movie doesn’t linger on that bit of truth-telling, though. It goes right back to banging that victimization drum. Bruce Springsteen as a conveyor of uncomfortable truths. Who would have guessed it?

    Another thing that bothered me: Darlene Love’s laying all her non-success at the feet of Phil Spector. I love Love, and I have no problem believing that Spector was a dick. But would anyone know Darlene Love without her performances on those Spector-produced tunes? Has she done anything post-Spector that anyone remembers? Yeah, she didn’t get immediate credit for alot of those performances, and that really blows. But such is the life of a session/back-up performer. And she’s managed to milk the Spector connection for years. Pardon me if I’m not prepared to shed a tear for her.

    Oh, and the complaining of the one-hit wonders is really rich. Oh, your fans expect you to play the same song over and over again? How awful. I guess you’d trade that for being a no-hit wonder. Then you could have no fans at all and you wouldn’t even be in this documentary. Sheesh. I wish one of these folks had said something like, “Well, at least I had a hit, because if I hadn’t I’d probably be doing data entry somewhere in Sheboygan.”


    • >>Why, in a movie meant to celebrate backup singers, are the subjects treated like helpless victims? Why are people so interested in victims?

      That’s a good point. It’s like you get a group of black women together and the narrative requires it to be one of “survival.” And let’s end the movie with them singing “Lean on Me” to really drive that home. All stories of failure must end in triumph and if you’ve failed, it’s probably b/c someone victimized you.

      >>Bruce Springsteen as a conveyor of uncomfortable truths. Who would have guessed it?

      LOL. Yeah, the movie opens with Springsteen’s insights and doesn’t follow up on them too much. Almost the counterpoint to Springsteen was the scene where Clayton says that if she just put her “heart out there” she’d be a star. It would’ve been more interesting if the movie explored that split some more.


      • Fabrizio del Wrongo says:

        Yeah, there’s tons of that: The world wasn’t prepared to accept MEEEEEE. No, honey, it’s just that very few people make it as rock stars, for a variety of reasons. I’m convined that a lot of it is just dumb luck. And throughout the picture there’s this hint that their never making it solo is sort of related to racism or sexism or something. Ugh.

        I think I my one-hit wonder point may be more related to a documentary on disco I watched recently. Can’t recall the title now. That one tries to make you believe that disco fell out of fashion because of homophobia and lack of revolutionary preparedness among the populace. It’s half-joking, but that still leaves one half that’s serious. Why can’t we just get a cool documentary on disco? Why does it have to be tied into civil rights and the struggle against the forces of oppression?


      • I loved “20 feet” and not just because Bruce was in it. And why does it seem that movies mostly about black women feel required to play the black and the victim cards? Most of us sixty-ish humans thought our lives were going to be very different 40 years ago.


  5. Fabrizio del Wrongo says:

    Holy shit I love “Muscle Shoals.” Do you think we can convince the producers to make a Bono-free cut?


    • It’s pretty good, right? I was trying to find something to say about it other than, “Wow, what cool dudez and what an awesome story!” when I realized I was being way too hard on it.

      Do you think Bono ever talks like a normal person? Or does he always sound like he’s giving a Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame Induction speech?


      • Fabrizio del Wrongo says:

        It’s not good at telling the individuals’ stories (it doesn’t even try, really), but it gives you a sense of the atmosphere of the sessions and the way they approached the songs and the sound. And bless it for not harping on racial shit too much. I could do without the poetic interludes. And, yeah, Bono sucks. U2 is a postpunk Irish group that, their stupid documentary aside, has no real connection to soul music. I kept thinking: Why am I listening to Bono talk about Alabama?

        Another cool music doc I watched recently: The one on Ginger Baker. It’s called “Beware of Mr. Baker” or something like that.


      • A friend told me there’s a doc about Stax Records on Netflix? I need to see that one too.


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