Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts
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Monday, 28 September 2026

The 500 - #89 - Dusty In Memphis - Dusty Springfield

I was inspired by a podcast called The 500 hosted by New York-based comedian Josh Adam Meyers. His goal, and mine, is to explore Rolling Stone Magazine's 2012 edition of The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.



Album #: 89

Album Title: Dusty In Memphis

Artist: Dusty Springfield

Genre:  Pop, R&B,  Blue Eyed Soul

Recorded: American Sound, Memphis, Tennessee

Released: March, 1969

My age at release: 3

How familiar was I with it before this week: One Song

Is it on the 2020 list? Yes, at #83 - rising 6 spots

Song I am putting on my Spotify Playlist: Son of a Preacher Man

Like some people of from my generation (perhaps many), my introduction to Dusty Springfield came in 1994 when I saw Quentin Tarantino’s modern masterpiece, Pulp Fiction. Springfield’s Son of a Preacher Man plays as a very stoned Vincent Vega, John Travolta’s effortlessly cool hitman. Vega is assigned by his boss, Marsellus Wallace, to take Mrs. Wallace, out for dinner while he is away. But this is Pulp Fiction, and Vega, and the audience, know there is nothing simple about spending an evening alone with the boss’s wife, Mia.
A heroin-buzzed Vega (Travolta) arrives at the home of his
boss, Marsellus Wallace, in Pulp Fiction.
The movie is classic Tarantino who has always expertly woven perfectly matching songs into his films. From Dick Dale’s frantic surf guitar Misirlou blasting over the opening credits of Pulp Fiction to David Bowie’s haunting Cat People that accompanies one of the many suspenseful sequences in Inglourious Basterds, Tarantino doesn’t only use songs as background music. He uses them almost like characters, forever attaching them to the scenes in which we hear them. I will certainly never hear Stealers Wheel’s Stuck in the Middle with You the same way after seeing Reservoir Dogs in 1992. What had been an impossibly catchy piece of early ’70s pop suddenly became the soundtrack to one of the most disturbing scenes in cinema.
Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen) menaces a bound police
officer (Freddie Newandyke) in Reservoir Dogs.
Tarantino is famously obsessive about music, but Martin Scorsese has been doing something similar for even longer -- loading movies with songs that forever become identified with particular scenes. I started thinking about all the music I had discovered, or rediscovered, through the two movie giants and remembered a hypothetical question I once saw posted on social media.
Imagine you’ve been given the chance to inherit one of two record collections. There’s just one catch: you have to choose. Do you take Quentin Tarantino’s collection or Martin Scorsese’s?

Tarantino’s collection would be the more unpredictable of the two. I imagine crates filled with ’60s and ’70s soul and R&B, surf rock, garage rock, funk, psychedelia, country, rockabilly and forgotten pop singles, alongside shelves of old movie soundtracks and strange curiosities picked up in record stores over the years. There would be plenty of recognizable names, but the real fun would be digging through the records with unfamiliar titles. Tarantino is clearly drawn to songs that have slipped out of the cultural conversation, only to give them a remarkable second life by dropping them into exactly the right scene. His collection wouldn’t simply be a history of popular music. It would be a history of the weird corners and forgotten side roads of music history.

Scorsese’s collection, on the other hand, would be enormous and deeply rooted in the history of American music. I also imagine it meticulously sorted and on display on well-built shelving units in a large, dust-free room. There would be shelves of blues, early rock and roll, doo-wop, R&B, soul, jazz, folk and country, followed by seemingly endless stretches of the rock music that has populated his films.
Certainly, he would have most of the records on The 500 list, including those by The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, The Band, Van Morrison, Cream and Frank Sinatra. He would even have some Kanye, having used the song Black Skinhead in The Wolf Of Wall Street. But I suspect his collection would extend well beyond rock and roll into classical music, opera, traditional Italian music and old standards. Where Tarantino’s shelves might reward you with some forgotten 45 you never knew existed, digging through Scorsese’s would feel like opening a musical history book, one in which blues leads to rock and roll, rock leads to Dylan and The Stones.

A quick check with artificial intelligence gives Scorsese a convincing lead. Across his 26-film directorial catalogue, he has used music by 32 artists who have at least one album on The 500. Several, including Dylan, The Stones, Beatles and Cream, appear on the list multiple times. Tarantino’s movies feature only 17 such artists, although that comparison demands an asterisk. Scorsese has simply made more movies and filled them with far more music. Put together a playlist of songs from Scorsese films and you would sail past 300 tracks; do the same for Tarantino and you would land somewhere around 127. This isn't counting Scorsese's documentaries or The Last Temptation of Christ, which includes an additional 21 tracks by 500 alumni Peter Gabriel.

My friend Jeff was visiting us at the cottage this weekend and, during a post-dinner walk, he and I arrived at the same conclusion. We would much prefer Tarantino's collection. As Jeff put it:
"Quentin's collection would be so eclectic and filled with obscure records I have never heard of. Sure, Scorsese's would have all the classics, and because he knows the artists he would have some cool rarities and live albums. But, other than those, I have most classic records in my collection already. I would love to dig through Tarantino's crates."
Among them would certainly be Dusty in Memphis. It is exactly the kind of record Jeff and I were talking about, one I probably would never have thought to seek out had Tarantino not introduced me to Dusty Springfield through Pulp Fiction more than 30 years ago. Son of a Preacher Man is a gem, but Dusty in Memphis delivered far more than that signature song.
Dusty in Memphis was the result of Ms. Springfield crossing the Atlantic in search of the music she loved. Already one of Britain’s most successful singers, Springfield travelled to Memphis in September, 1968, to work with legendary Atlantic Records producer Jerry Wexler and the musicians at American Sound Studio. Memphis was one of the beating hearts of American soul, and Springfield wanted to step inside that world rather than simply imitate it from England. What emerged was a remarkable collision of British pop sophistication and Southern soul.
International cover for Dusty In Memphis.
The record was not a big hit when it was released but over time, its popularity grew. This was especially true in the early ‘90s when Tarantino put Son of a Preacher Man on the Pulp Fiction soundtrack. It was a delightful listen while preparing for this blog. How much more frequently I would have played it had I actually inherited Tarantino's record collection? Probably not much more often. After all, QT would have gifted me so much to explore, I would likely be overwhelmed (and delighted) for months.


How about you?

Whose collection would you want, and why?

Monday, 20 May 2019

The 500 - #478 = Loretta Lynn - All Time Greatest HIts

I was inspired by a podcast called The 500 hosted by comedian Josh Adam Meyers. His goal, and mine, is to explore Rolling Stone's 2012 edition of The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time. 

My plan (amended). 

  • 1 or 2 records per week & at least 2 complete listens.
  • A quick blog post for each, highlighting the important details and a quick background story.
  • No rating scale - just an effort to expand my appreciation.

Album # 478

Album Title: All Time Greatest Hits
Artist: Loretta Lynn
Released: May, 2002 (With songs from 1964-78)
My age at release: 35 or (1-13) 
How familiar am I with it: A couple songs
Song I am putting on my Spotify Mix: As Soon as I Hang up the Phone
Great Lyric:
"The girls in New York City they all march for women's lib
And Better Homes and Gardens shows the modern way to live
And the pill may change the world tomorrow but meanwhile today
Here in Topeka the flies are a buzzin', 
the dog is a barkin' and the floor needs a scrubbin' " (One's on the Way)

During my time in Kingsville, Ontario (1975-1979) I heard a lot of country music. Kingsville was, at the time, a farming community of about 4000 people. Country Music radio stations were the norm. Whenever I would visit the homes of my friends, particularly my farming friends. Conway Twitty, Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash and, of course, Loretta Lynn.

I always thought that she sounded like a character in a DC comic because of her alliterative name ... Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Loretta Lynn. 

The movie Coal Miner's Daughter came out when I was 14. It was around that time that I was becoming aware of film as an art form and my interest in movies was changing. Between 1977 and 1979 I would go with my friends to the Leamington Bijou Theatre to see blockbuster action & comedy films: Star Wars, Grease, Superman, Every Which Way but Loose or The Jerk.

I was starting to notice and gain an interest in more complex films. I started to want to see dramas with rich, layered characters performed by Oscar nominated actors. I was ready for longer, slower scenes built around mood and dialogue. I was also desperate to be able to see R-rated films. At that time - before commercial VHS players - it was nearly impossible to get into a movie with an adult rating. 1980 marked a turning point because we moved to London - a city with a population of about 250,000. Suddenly, R-rated movies were accessible to me because...

  • I made friends with people who had access to a car, so Drive Ins became an option (ID was checked far less often when you were holding up a line of cars waiting to get in.)
  • I also had friends who worked at movie theatres - they would sometimes be allowed to give out free passes to a movie...or would sneak you in the back door.
  • Multi-plexes arrived - I would pay to see The Blues Brothers...watch it... then sneak into the next screening of The Blue Lagoon. A box office giant that was fuelled by its provocative and controversial content - which it needed, because it is awful. Even at 14, I knew this was a bomb.
  • There was a Revival House theatre called The New Yorker and it showed all the R-rated movies I'd wanted to see, but couldn't. A Clockwork Orange, The Shining, Mad Max, The Warriors, Apocalypse Now were very popular with my group. Additionally, if you bought a monthly pass, you saved on ticket purchases and never got asked for ID. I think there was a certain respect they gave to any kid who would become a monthly subscriber at an art house theatre. 
"If he's mature enough to buy the pass - he must be mature enough for Monty Python's Life of Brian." 

It was at the New Yorker that I saw Coal Miner's Daughter. I knew I was watching some great performances - Sissy Spacek, Tommy Lee Jones & Beverly D'Angelo - but the movie wasn't as great as I would have hoped. I suspect I might have still been a little too young to deeply understand the themes of poverty, isolation, fidelity, domestic violence & sudden celebrity. I might watch it again - I wonder if it has aged well. 

This record, All Time Greatest Hits, seemed an unusual choice for the Rolling Stone list. It isn't an album - it's a collection of songs from many albums. Somehow, that seems like cheating. If you looked at the number of tracks and their length, you'd think this was a punk album. Only 5 of the 22 songs are longer than 3 minutes and 4 of those 5 are under 3:07. 

I've listened through it three times and I've enjoyed it - There is a sweet unassailable charm to many of the songs. As I said to a friend on the weekend, "it's the palate cleanser I didn't know I needed" particularly after writing about the psychedelic assault of Maggot Brain by Funkadelic and the violent, drug fuelled Mafioso-Rap world imagined in Raekwon's Only Built 4 Cuban Links.

In many ways, it took me back to a simpler time, playing with Mego Action Figures and Atari's Breakout Video Game in the farmhouse rec-room of my friend John Barnett. His mother cooking in the kitchen and songs like these on the radio. 

Things I learned...

  • The White Stripes album White Blood Cells, which I wrote about earlier was dedicated to her.
  • She took on controversial topics in her writing. Rated X is about the double standard divorced women face, Wings upon your Horns is about the loss of teenage virginity and The Pill is about contraception. 
  • Politically, she has supported Democrats and Republicans and seems to take a centrist view on many issues.
  • She received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2013.