“Absolutely his style was changing,” Cropper tells Rolling Stone. Redding had produced (and co-written) Arthur Conley’s hit “Sweet Soul Music” earlier that year and Cropper says he started talking about getting off the road and spending more time producing in the studio.
He had always relied on the emotion and energy in his vocals to carry his songs, but now he started paying more mind to the words themselves he’d also recorded most of his songs live in the studio, but the complex layering achieved by the Beatles and George Martin clued him in to other ways of building tracks. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band over and over. Redding had begun listening to Bob Dylan, whom he’d met at the Whisky in ’66 but beginning in June, the singer – like the rest of the world – was playing Sgt. It was the only time I told Otis what to do.” I suggested he write something folk-like, saying we could call it Soul Folk. “He saw a huge crowd of white kids going nuts over him, and he began to believe he could follow in the footsteps of Sam Cooke and Ray Charles.”Īl Bell, then a Stax executive, says that he told Redding he was getting pegged as a genre musician and “would have to come up with something different. Mirrors on the ceiling the pink champagne on ice And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast.“Monterey had a powerful effect on Otis,” recalls Stanley Booth, who interviewed Redding for the Saturday Evening Post during those final sessions. Such a lovely place, such a lovely face We're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise! Bring your alibis. So I called up the captain Please bring me my wine He said we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine And still those voice are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say. Such a lovely place, such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got a mercedes benz She got alot of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends How they danced in the court yard sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember some dance to forget. There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say. On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night.
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