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"At the time , he was the coolest thing going -- he had 'I Got A Woman,' 'What'd I Say' and 'Hit the Road Jack.' And then he goes and releases a country album with an orchestra? " wonders John Lomax III, a 32-year Nashville music business pro who happens to be this writer's father. Lomax remembers the time as a dreary one on the American hit parade. Rock was apparently dead -- Elvis was in the Army and the Beatles had yet to break, and so Lomax, then a late-teenager in Houston, was listening to a lot of Charles and James Brown on KCOH and KNUZ. "[Charles] did twelve songs and defined every one of them. Sometimes somebody will come along with one cover that redefines a song, but to do it twelve times on one album is just unbelievable. He made country cool for a whole generation."
Charles had the rare ability to make every song he sang -- no matter how familiar -- not just his own but also the definitive version. Take "America the Beautiful." Outside of "Happy Birthday" and "The Star Spangled Banner" and maybe "Amazing Grace," few songs are more familiar, and yet to hear Charles sing it is to hear it for the first time. And the last, for no other versions can touch it. There's the rarely sung lines he adopted to suit the times: "Oh beautiful, for heroes proved/In liberating strife/Who more than self, our country loved/And mercy more than life," and "America, America, may God thy gold refine/Till all success be nobleness/And every gain divine."
Next he introduces the lyrics we are all more familiar with -- the "amber waves of grain" part -- by saying "And you know when I was in school, we used to sing it something like this, listen here." He concludes by strongly hinting at what a bunch of overpoetic crap that is. Who cares about natural beauty when we can't get along? "But now wait a minute, I'm talking about America, sweet America, you know, God done shed his grace on thee/He crowned thy good, yes he did, in a brotherhood, from sea to shining sea."
And listen to him emote and improvise; this is a man who has chosen to be a patriot in spite of having every reason not to be. He had spent the first 30-odd years of his life thrice-cursed -- he was black, blind and an orphan, and yet he sang these lines: "You know, I wish I had somebody to help me sing this... America, I love you America, you see/My God he done shed his grace on thee/And you oughta love him for it/Cause he, he, he, he, crowned thy good/He told me he would, with brotherhood..."
That stammered "he" and the "he told me he would" say it all. He's convincing himself to love his country in spite of its unfulfilled promise. The America he loves ain't there yet, he's saying, but there's no good reason for it not to get there someday. After we got out of Vietnam, perhaps, or that still-to-come day when Martin Luther King's dream comes true. In the meantime, all we can do is love our country the way a parent loves a wayward child. And try to change it.
There's only been one occasion I can think of when Ray Charles' version of a standard had some competition, and that's with "Georgia on My Mind." Though wildly different, Willie Nelson's version sometimes suits me just as well as Brother Ray's. The two icons have a huge amount in common. In spite of Ray being called the father of soul (erroneously, I think -- Guitar Slim owns that honor) and Willie being known as a country musician, I have always seen the two of them as being jazzmen at heart. Both had instantly recognizable voices that conveyed tremendous soul and emotion, and both could phrase so well that neither ever sang the same song the same way twice. Ray's piano style -- a great warm flood of notes and chords best described as the Volcanic Action of My Soul, one of his album titles -- was as instantly recognizable as Willie's staccato, offbeat guitar method.