by Lana Austin —
Aretha, who needs no last name,
called their playing greasy. Not
something slithering
across a skillet, but the very
fluid of life. Slick, sensuous, love-
making wetness. Primordially
pure rhythm, a pulse, a new
song from a bunch of white boys
born by the Tennessee River
where Bono says, “The music
comes out of the mud,” and people
like Paul Simon called producer
Al Bell, asking him, “Hey, man, I want
those same black players
that played on ‘I’ll Take You There.’”
Bell, who wrote the 1972
Staple Singers hit, replied,
“That can happen, except these guys
are mighty pale.” So the mighty pale
Swampers—Barry, David, Roger
and Jimmy– played greasy and grew
the Muscle Shoals sound along with Rick Hall, that crazy-
like-a-fox white producer in Alabama.
Rick and the Swampers created
their own sound in that booth
booth–not black, not white, but greasy,
color-blind and throbbing and they all came
to sing with them, not just Aretha,
but Percy Sledge, Etta James, the Stones,
Arthur Alexander, Wilson Pickett and on and
on with the list of greats
growing almost as long
as the story of life itself.