Review: Ruth Brown - Ruth Brown (1957)
Tracks: 1) Lucky Lips; 2) As Long As I’m Moving; 3) Wild Wild Young Men; 4) Daddy Daddy; 5) Mambo Baby; 6) Teardrops From My Eyes; 7) Hello Little Boy; 8) Mama He Treats Your Daughter Mean; 9) 5-10-15 Hours; 10) It’s Love Baby (24 Hours Of The Day); 11) Sentimental Journey; 12) Old Man River; 13) So Long; 14) Oh What A Dream.
REVIEW
There is a slight touch of irony concerning Ruth Brown’s path to stardom: while it is true that she ran away from home at the age of 17, preferring to sing at nightclubs rather than (at her family’s insistence) the church choir, her rebellious streak only took her about as far as ‘So Long’ — her first hit for Atlantic, a slow jazzy torch ballad which she sings with as much power and passion as she could be capable of... but which, after all, is just a slow jazzy torch ballad, definitely not enough to lift the future Miss Rhythm above the crowd and perhaps even misplacing her true God-given talent; nor is this kind of music really indicative of the visionary mischievousness with which the musicians at Atlantic would soon be conquering the world. Of course, that was merely the year 1949...
...and it all changed in 1950, with a little encouraging prod from the fresh young songwriter Rudy Toombs and Ruth’s boss, Mr. Ahmet Ertegün himself. (Inverting Annie and Aretha, «behind every great woman there had to be a great man»). In the fall of that year, Atlantic Records released ‘Teardrops From My Eyes’, and the world would never be the same — just briefly checking out my Atlantic Rhythm And Blues 1947–1974 boxset shows that no prior record on the label could boast that kind of steady, driving, enthusiastic rhythm’n’blues sound, and that Atlantic Records didn’t really get its well-deserved moniker of «The House That Ruth Built» for nothing. We do not even remember the names of most of the people who played on that track, except for Budd Johnson who delivers the ecstatic tenor sax solo — but can we deny, even 70 years later, the atmosphere of total exuberance which permeates it?
If there is a single flaw in this number, that would be the rather awkward mismatch of the overall triumphant mood to the bitter lyrics: Ruth delivers lines like "Every time it rains, I think of you / And that’s the time when I feel blue" with all the sassiness of a powerhouse kitchen mama ready to whomp your sorry ass with a frying pan. But this little disconnect is hardly unheard of, going all the way back to the pre-war queens of urban blues and all the way up to, say, the Beatles’ ‘I’m A Loser’, and ultimately the words — sometimes very clumsily and amateurishly strung together — do not matter one bit; what matters is the aggressive delirium of the music, starting with the steady cog-grind of the brass instruments against one another and ending with Ruth’s perfect phrasing. In these three minutes, we witness the birth of the prototypical Queen of R’n’B — while there most certainly have been numerous powerful black ladies belting their hearts out before, rarely, if ever, had they been captured in such pristine quality, with such rhythmic precision, rising high and mighty over such well-oiled backing bands. When, midway through the song, the tenor sax breaks away from the choir to provide a few bars of respite for the singer, it sounds almost intoxicated by the hot, sexy fumes left behind — a mind-blowing effect which would later be repeated on at least several of Ruth’s seemingly endless hits.
And endless they seemed to be indeed. By the time Atlantic finally made their minds about rewarding Ruth Brown with an actual LP, as late as 1957, she had already had more than 15 Top 10 entries on the R&B charts — the majority of which may actually be found on Ruth Brown, though the compilers tried to make the album chronologically comprehensive by including at least two songs (‘So Long’ and ‘Sentimental Journey’) from Ruth’s pre-‘Teardrops’ days. What this means, quite predictably, is that Ruth Brown is a non-stop top-notch R&B celebration, with nary a single clunker and barely a single moment to let you catch your breath and recuperate. Moreover, if you forego the typically odd sequencing of the tracks on the original record and put them all in chronological order, you shall witness a startling progression, with almost each new single departing from the formula of its predecessor, rather than repeating it. (Admittedly, there were quite a few repetitions in Ruth’s career — witness ‘The Tears Keep Tumbling Down’ as a sequel to ‘Teardrops From My Eyes’, or ‘Bye Bye Young Men’ as a sequel to ‘Wild Wild Young Men’, for instance — but this is precisely what the compilation principle is intended to make us forget).
Another Toombs-penned single, ‘5-10-15 Hours’, dispenses with the big band format in favor of a smaller combo with just two outstanding instruments (Harry Van Walls’ piano and Willis Jackson’s tenor sax), makes darn clever use of stop-and-start dynamics by tying it to the stutter of the track title, and finally matches the song’s lyrics to the song’s performer, presenting Ruth Brown as that unstoppable sexual predator we’d all like to be predated upon. Then, just a few months later, ‘Daddy Daddy’, also by Toombs, introduces a bit of a rhumba beat, pushing musical (and lyrical) sexualization even further: that little "aah" in the bridge section, echoed by a single high-pitched guitar ping, might be the first explicit portrayal of a female orgasm in R&B — and that transition from Ruth’s lust-drippin’ "sweeeeeet, gently-tiiiight..." to Willis’ dark, sweet, viscous sax break should definitely make the Top 10 Dirtiest Moments in Fifties’ Music list for every respectable critic.
However, Ruth’s incontestable masterpiece only arrived at the end of 1952 and was not written by Toombs, but rather by another songwriter, Herbert Lance (along with his friend Johnny Wallace). ‘Mama, He Treats Your Daughter Mean’ is one of the decade’s finest creations, a one-in-a-thousand ideal mix of classic Delta blues with the newly-arisen R&B style, and a song which I really have a hard time imagining anybody other than Ruth delivering with the same incredible emotional complexity. There is already an initial intrigue here, created by the rubbing together of Willis Jackson’s sax and Mickey Baker’s paranoidally repetitive guitar riff — but most of the show is Ruth’s own, as she all but presages Little Richard’s high-pitched scream with her unhurriedly efficient string of "MAMA!"s and gets so much into character that, in the end, we still remained baffled as to whether the song is a desperate feminist liberation-from-male-oppression rant or if (which seems more likely to me) the singer is really so madly in love with her oppressor that his vices feel like bothersome annoyances to be overcome. In any case, what really matters is the intensity of the performance, which Ruth skilfully pumps up all the way through — by the end, she is literally drowning in her own hysterics, and there is a degree of gritty realism to the song which totally extracts it from the regular ballpark and puts it in a class of its own. (By the way, do not make the mistake of judging the song based on its later re-recorded fast version; although it gives us a fine opportunity to witness Ruth Brown live in her prime — with her only early documented appearance — the original, slower version is truly where it’s at).
But even if ‘Mama’ was Brown’s peak, this does not mean that she was ready to quickly go downhill upon reaching it. Instead, more hits in more different styles kept coming. ‘Wild Wild Young Men’, written by Mr. Ertegün himself (and humorously credited to a certain «A. Nugetre»), was Ruth’s fastest and most exuberant number yet, an early rock’n’roll anthem on which Miss Rhythm practiced a new style of machine-gun vocal delivery — and as if that was not enough, it was quickly followed by the even faster, even more ecstatic ‘Hello Little Boy’ (in terms of speed and madness, a solid predecessor to the Rolling Stones’ ‘Rip This Joint’, which it predates by about 18 years). ‘As Long As I’m Moving’ from early 1955 is not quite as startling, sounding more like a polished and modernized recreation of the sound of Big Joe Turner’s classic jump blues, but it still has Ruth at the peak of her self-confident power, and the Atlantic music-making machine at the peak of its boogie-woogie magic.
Finally, the song that actually opens the LP was Ruth’s latest hit single to-date: ‘Lucky Lips’, written by Leiber & Stoller and featuring a more overtly pop sound — which, unsurprisingly, gave Ruth her biggest success on the pop charts (#25, to be precise). Melodically, it is indeed the kind of catchy lightweight vaudeville number which would derail the rock’n’roll credibility of Elvis in a few years’ time — but the difference is that the Atlantic machine, with its deep bass rumble and meaty brass section, still gives it plenty of muscle, and that Ruth, even when she is singing lines like "with lucky lips I’ll always have a fellow in my arms", still sounds like a total badass. Plus, score another point for diversity, won’t you?
If you have not already made the correct deduction, Ruth Brown — tossing aside the pedantic fact that it is totally a best-of compilation — is one of the finest pop music LPs of the entire decade, and the fact that these singles have not been firmly ensconced in public opinion as being on the same level of quality with Ray Charles, Chuck Berry, Elvis, Johnny Cash, or just about any other black or white entertainer of the day, can only be ascribed to old-timey sexist attitudes (Fifties-style, accidentally and atavistically carried over to future representations of the decade). Even if no other collection of Ruth Brown material comes close to the collective punch of these songs, the classic dozen or so of her biggest hits shows everything you want to hear from a great performer and more — the power, the versatility, the challenge, and the ability to not merely step out of one’s comfort zone, but, in fact, to make each new zone you step into feel as comfortable to you as your previous one.
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