Here Comes the Night: The Dark Soul of Bert Berns and the Dirty Business of Rhythm and Blues [NOOK Book]

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Here Comes the Night: The Dark Soul of Bert Berns and the Dirty Business of Rhythm and Blues is both a definitive account of the golden age of rhythm and blues of the early ’60s and the harrowing, ultimately tragic story of songwriter and record producer Bert Berns, whose meteoric career was fueled by his pending doom. Berns was one of the great originals; he prospered and thrived under the auspices of Atlantic Records, a company devoted to authentic, vibrantly musical rhythm and blues records at the forefront ...
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Here Comes the Night: The Dark Soul of Bert Berns and the Dirty Business of Rhythm and Blues is both a definitive account of the golden age of rhythm and blues of the early ’60s and the harrowing, ultimately tragic story of songwriter and record producer Bert Berns, whose meteoric career was fueled by his pending doom. Berns was one of the great originals; he prospered and thrived under the auspices of Atlantic Records, a company devoted to authentic, vibrantly musical rhythm and blues records at the forefront of the art form. His heart damaged by rheumatic fever as a youth, Berns was not expected to live to see 21. Although his name is little remembered today, Berns worked alongside all the greats of the era—Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, Ahmet Ertegun and Jerry Wexler, Burt Bacharach, Phil Spector, Gerry Goffin and Carole King, anyone who was anyone in New York rhythm and blues. In seven quick years, he went from nobody to the top of the pops—producer of monumental r&b classics, songwriter of “Twist and Shout,” “My Girl Sloopy,” “Piece of My Heart,” and others.

His fury to succeed led Berns to use his Mafia associations to muscle Atlantic Records out of their partnership and intimidate new talents like Neil Diamond and Van Morrison, whom he had signed to his record label. Berns died at age 38 from a long-expected heart attack, just when he was seeing his grandest plans and life’s ambitions frustrated and foiled.
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Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Book Review - Robert Gordon
Bert Berns the producer is the Phil Spector you've never heard of. Bert Berns the songwriter is the Leiber and Stoller you've never heard of. Bert Berns the label exec is the Jerry Wexler you've never heard of…Joel Selvin's new book…will open worlds to what you thought you knew. While it contains a lot of inside baseball, Selvin resists the extant myths. The Atlantic Records story is understood anew. The industry's corruption is laid bare. The dark side of the commerce in commercial music casts new shadows…Selvin hits the ground running…he tells a lot of good stories. He also rights a historical injustice, shining a light on an overshadowed great man and deepening our understanding of a history we continue to dance to.
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"Selvin's tale...rights a historical injustice, shining a light on an overshadowed great man and deepening our understanding of a history we continue to dance to." —New York Times

"A compelling biography of a man who wrote and produced records in a fever. It’s also an unvarnished account of the often-sordid world of East Coast music publishers, tunesmiths, record hustlers, label executives, gamblers, studio engineers, rack-jobbers, dee jays and leg breakers. This book belongs in the esteemed company of groundbreaking exposes [...] Selvin has told the story of a tortured soul of worthy of the Deems Taylor Award." —Downbeat Magazine

"Joel Selvin’s new book makes a claim to greatness. In the world of glaringly and exhaustively over-examined star bios, the San Francisco-based journalist not only exhumes a lost soul in the pantheon of ‘60s pop and soul (along with capturing rock ‘n’ roll’s burgeoning eruption), he also creates as engaged and energetic a narrative as any so-called serious writing can contain." —Paste Magazine

"The author provides a vivid, character-filled picture of the wild west atmosphere of the New York music biz, often branching out into narrative detours that are consistently entertaining and enlightening" —Austin Chronicle

"Selvin has such great fun telling tales about off-kilter, unscrupulous record-biz
denizens [...] the book is both an informative history of a wild time in the music business and a compendium of acerbically delivered gossip" —Maclean's

"[...] a detailed insider's look at 20th-century music." —San Jose Mercury News

"Berns is simply a hook for a larger history of the business of rhythm and blues in the 1960s. Here Comes the Night paints this milieu — unscrupulous businessmen shilling teenybopper hits" —Los Angeles Review of Books

"Here, Selvin chronicles in delicious detail the golden era of the early 1960s rhythm and blues music scene and the turbulent, hard-knuckle world of record-making behind the glitzy, gold foil façade of rock and roll success and glamor." — Cleveland Plain Dealer

"Joel Selvin has written a book whose prose is so alive, it begs to be read out loud. Its subject matter is so thrilling, you feel the excitement of writing a great song, finding an artist for that song, and producing the song on your own label." —Goldmine Magazine

"Here Comes the Night makes a strong case for Berns as the consummate record man, not just another white guy trolling to world of NYC independent R&B looking for a buck but a passionate believer in music.... Selvin takes a labyrinthine tale involving hundreds of characters and tames it... It's a classic a'60s music story as any. And Selvin tells it with period-appropriate style... In the 400-plus pages [...] Selvin also proves a shred salesman: by the end you'll have bought into the idea that Bert Berns, for all his flaws, was truly one of the great ones." —Mojo, four-star review

“Selvin makes the case that borderline-shady characters like Berns have always cast a big shadow over pop.” —Rolling Stone, 3 and ½ stars out of 4

“A thrilling story of a little-known songwriter and record producer of some of the greatest rhythm and blues hits. Longtime San Francisco Chronicle music critic Selvin digs with gusto into the tasty history of New York City’s hit-making songwriters, artists and record magnates of the great R&B era of the early 1960s, focusing on one of the greatest, if least sung of the bunch, Bert Berns … Selvin’s prose, muscular and Runyon-esque and never taking itself too seriously, moves the narrative along from its upbeat start to its sordid denouement at the edges of New York’s gangland. A fascinating time capsule of a free-wheeling era in American music and society.” —Kirkus

“Again and again, Selvin brings forgotten recording sessions that any other chronicler would have ignored to such stirring life that they validate not only the story he has to tell but the worth of Berns’s own life… Selvin lets you feel the contingency of the moment, how everything that happened—this inflection, that hesitation—could have turned out completely differently, and led to nothing.” —The Believer (Greil Marcus)

“[Selvin] delivers an authoritative look at a crucial point in American popular culture… [T]he extraordinary discography of compositions and productions included here testifies to Berns’ stature… if you grew up with the songs, you’ll leave the book happily singing to yourself, though also saddened (this being the blues).” —Booklist

"Here Comes The Night purports to be the story of Bert Berns and it is certainly that — plus the in-depth story of many other fascinating individuals, as well as a socio-economic history of a musical culture, and how Rhythm & Blues and Rock 'n' Roll changed the music business and indeed... the world. I couldn't put it down!" — Mike Stoller of Leiber and Stoller

Kirkus Reviews
2014-04-14
A thrilling story of a little-known songwriter and record producer of some of the greatest rhythm and blues hits.Longtime San Francisco Chronicle music critic Selvin (Smartass: The Music Journalism of Joel Selvin, 2010, etc.) digs with gusto into the tasty history of New York City's hit-making songwriters, artists and record magnates of the great R&B era of the early 1960s, focusing on one of the greatest, if least sung of the bunch, Bert Berns (1929-1967). A Jewish kid from the Bronx with a heart condition caused by a childhood bout with rheumatic fever, Berns lived as though on borrowed time. As a young man, he fell in love with the Latin music that had made its way from Havana and points south to the nightclubs of New York. Particular favorites of his were "Guantanamera," the irresistibly catchy Cuban anthem, and "La Bamba," the Mexican folk song that Ritchie Valens made into a rock 'n' roll hit. Berns turned to the mambo rhythms and mariachi chords again and again when writing his own songs and producing other artists' recordings of them—notably "Twist and Shout" for the Isley Brothers and "My Girl Sloopy" with The Vibrations. When the Beatles recorded a worldwide hit with "Twist and Shout" in 1963, Berns' fortunes were made. In the years leading up to his death, Berns continued to pen and record a string of classics with Solomon Burke, Van Morrison, The Drifters, Neil Diamond and others. But his story is not all sweet. Selvin's prose, muscular and Runyon-esque and never taking itself too seriously, moves the narrative along from its upbeat start to its sordid denouement at the edges of New York's gangland.A fascinating time capsule of a free-wheeling era in American music and society.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781619023789
  • Publisher: Counterpoint Press
  • Publication date: 4/15/2014
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 77,965
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Joel Selvin has been the San Francisco Chronicle’s pop music critic for thirty six years. He is an award-winning journalist and best-selling author of 12 previous books, including Smartass: The Music Journalism of Joel Selvin, and Summer of Love: The Inside Story of LSD, Rock & Roll, Free Love and High Time in the Wild West.
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BERT BERNS was one of the great originals of the golden age of rhythm and blues. He prospered and thrived under the auspices of Atlantic Records, a company devoted to authentic, vibrantly musical rhythm and blues records at the forefront of the art form. Under the beneficent encouragement of Atlantic’s Jerry Wexler, Berns developed into one of the leading record men of his day. His records with Solomon Burke established the singer as one of the most formidable figures of the rhythm and blues world, shoulder-to-shoulder with peers such as Sam Cooke, James Brown, Jackie Wilson and Ray Charles. He brought the heart of mambo into rock and roll – not the supple Brazilian samba rhythms found in records by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller or Burt Bacharach, but fiery Afro-Cuban incantations that pulsed with sex and sin. Almost alone among his contemporaries on the New York scene, Berns traveled to England as his song “Twist and Shout” rose as an anthem to a new generation of British musicians, where he made key records in the country’s pop transformation. As he devoted more time to running his own record label, Bang Records, Berns started the careers of future giants Van Morrison and Neil Diamond.
All the time Berns was making records, he was in a hurry. After falling ill with rheumatic fever as a teenager, Berns was told he wouldn’t live to see twenty-one. He didn’t even start in the record business until he was thirty-one years old and, once he started, success couldn’t come quick enough for him. He devoured his career. He vaulted from the ranks of the amateur into the highest realms of the world in which he walked in less than two years and his ambition never flagged. The ever-present damaged heart drove him relentlessly, as it filled his waking hours with the terror of death, fears he masked with a carefree, happy-go-lucky façade. Tick … tick … tick. Only few intimates knew that Berns was standing on a trap door. It leaked into his songwriting. Other writers could employ the songwriting clichés around hearts without irony, but for Berns, these similes and metaphors were his life. The cries by his singers came from deep within Berns. He was a man with a bum ticker and he carried his doom like a cloud around his shoulders. For Berns to write “take it … take another little piece of my heart” was a plea straight from his life. When his own dark tragedy combined with the pathos of his music, his life took on epic dimensions.
At the end of his life, as the stakes rose sharply and events spiraled out of his control, Berns associated with big time operators in organized crime, both personally and professionally. It caused a fissure in his world, but Berns was comfortable with these men and what they represented. He was a man who needed to take short cuts. Threatened by a fatal catastrophe, surrounded by a world where moral boundaries blurred easily, Berns broke some eggs making omelets. In the end, his inflexible fate collided with his greatest aspirations and their frustration, a cataclysmic denouement of almost operatic grandeur.
As long ago as 1976, Ben Fong Torres in Rolling Stone called Berns “one of the great untold stories of rock and roll,” but there are a number of reasons why the story of Bert Berns has never been told before.
The performers rather than the creators of this music have been traditionally celebrated. Berns died more than forty years ago and never hired a press agent. Also he made powerful enemies during his lifetime who worked hard to erase his memory and diminish his accomplishments. When I first called Jerry Wexler, the man everybody most associates with Berns’ career, and told him I planned to work on this book, Wexler’s affable tone disappeared. “I’ll tell you this,” he said. “I don’t know where he’s buried, but if I did, I would piss on his grave.”
On the other hand, when I told Wexler some time later that I had completed some initial chapters, he asked to read them and phoned back almost immediately. “Mesmerizing,” he said. That didn’t mean he changed his mind about helping with the book. “Hell, no,” he said. His own recollection of Berns captured in his published memoirs appears to have been largely cribbed from Charlie Gillet’s book on Atlantic Records, “Making Tracks.”
The first time I asked him about Berns some twenty years earlier – when I first wrote a small article about Berns in the “Records” page of the San Francisco Chronicle, about the same time Ben Fong Torres wondered aloud in Rolling Stone about the story — he felt more sentimental. “He was my son,” Wexler said.
In 1959, Berns entered an enchanted village inhabited by a brace of crazy geniuses. They developed an entire school of art. They worked alongside each other. They collaborated. They competed. They stole from one another. They copied each other. They ate and drank together and used the same arrangers and musicians on their records, which they made at the same studios. They kept offices in the same buildings and rode the elevators together. This, then, is less a strict biography of Bert Berns than an attempt to use his life as a lens to view the whole tribe and examine their works.
The story of Bert Berns lies buried under layers of history. Much of his music has gone unheard since its original release. Many of the details of the process have been lost to time. The participants themselves have difficulty recalling long ago events that did not seem noteworthy to them at the time. “It’s like trying to remember wallpaper you hung forty years ago,” said Artie Butler, the arranger who made so many of these great records
The rhythm and blues world in New York was a small pond full of big fish – “We were all characters,” said Morris Levy of Roulette Records — and the life and work of Bert Berns was intricately entwined in the fabric of that little village. Along with Leiber and Stoller, Atlantic Records, Burt Bacharach, Hill and Range, George Goldner and all the others, Berns turned the wheel of music history.
In the end, Berns’ career almost perfectly encapsulated the height of the New York independent record scene and the fierce world of rhythm and blues. He walked onstage in those days after the emergence of rock and roll where the New York music business utterly dominated the pop music universe. When he died seven turbulent years later, the day was done. Corporations were buying up the last independents standing. New songwriters and new songs stocked the hit parade. The pop music world had turned a page.
These songwriters wrote all these songs expecting them to go up the charts, down the charts and never be heard again. Shakespeare probably felt the same way. But their music never disappeared. It was embedded in the sounds of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones and all who came after. These songs became the new standards; publishing bonanzas that turned out to pay dividends long after the initial recordings ended their lives on the charts. That was never part of the original grift.
Berns wasn’t the greatest of the era, although his best work was as good as anybody’s. But his unique voice as a songwriter, producer and record man is so deeply ingrained into the vocabulary of pop music, it has become common parlance. Songs of his such as “Twist and Shout,” “My Girl Sloopy” or “Piece Of My Heart” have been covered, quoted, cannibalized, used as salvage parts and recycled so many times, his touch has just dissolved into the literature. His name may be lost, but his music is everywhere.
Like Burt Bacharach and Phil Spector, Berns was a disciple of Leiber and Stoller. They all studied at the feet of the masters. Bacharach turned Leiber and Stoller’s baion rhythms into gorgeous, baroque pop. He brought to the rhythm and blues world an uncommon and unexpected continental touch of high-art chamber-pop he knew first-hand from conducting Marlene Dietrich’s cabaret act in all the European capitals.
Spector matched the majesty of Leiber and Stoller’s symphonic rhythm and blues with cacophonous mulch he borrowed from producer Frank Guida of Norfolk, Virginia, where Guida presided over clattering, blurry, throbbing productions on records by Gary “U.S.” Bonds and others he released on his own Legrand Records. Guida was an authentic barbaric primitive and Spector took the basic Leiber and Stoller blueprint and filtered it through that gauzy sensibility to create a truly thunderous sound on his productions with the Crystals, Ronettes and other Philles Records acts.
Berns specialized in three-minute r&b grand operas, all emotional drama and gospel fury, always with Arsenio Rodriguez’s ritmo diablo insinuating itself in between the lines. He transformed the Leiber and Stoller archetypes into yet another deeply personal scenario.
Drawing from the same rich talent pool of songwriters, arrangers, session musicians, engineers and artists, these men made almost entirely different records with the same resources. Berns was the funky one, the street cat, the producer who spoke the musicians’ language. He was not a schooled musician like Bacharach, but he could read and write music. He played piano well enough to get his point across and could wring a galloping, signature sound out of his nylon-stringed guitar that stitches its way through a number of his productions, Berns working both sides of the glass.
Like most of his contemporaries, Berns depended on arrangers such as Garry Sherman or Teacho Wiltshire to pencil out his vision, but his records with the same arrangers and sidemen sound distinctly like Bert Berns records and bear little relation to work by the same people with other producers. During his first year in the record business, Berns fumbled around for his voice, but once he cemented his spiritual link to the mambo and rhythm and blues, he instinctively grew into an auteur, an artist who used personal themes to fashion universal messages.
Berns made fifty-one pop chart singles in seven years; nineteen in 1964, his first year as Atlantic Records staff producer, the same year the Beatles and other British rock acts swept America. He made a lot of records that didn’t hit the pop charts, but sold r&b, almost took off regionally, bubbled under and otherwise showed signs of life not indicated by the pop charts. He did records that never charted with important artists such as Tammy Montgomery, Wilson Pickett or Patti Labelle and the Bluebelles that rank among the best of their careers. He wrote or co-wrote almost everything he recorded.
Berns worked with every major figure in his field at the time. He was closest to Wexler, but Atlantic founding partner Ahmet Ertegun also encouraged Berns. He wrote songs with Leiber and Stoller, one of the few outsiders the pair ever admitted to their songwriting circle. Burt Bacharach and Berns shared two sides of a crucial Gene Pitney single early in their careers and Berns later reworked Bacharach productions with session vocalist Jimmy Radcliffe. Bacharach could be seen playing the piano at parties at Berns’ penthouse. His work with Luther Dixon, one of the vastly under-rated producers of the era, created “Twist and Shout” by the Isley Brothers. Phil Spector not only produced the previous, little known first version of Berns’ most famous song, but also produced Berns himself as a vocalist named Russell Byrd.
With the great Aldon Music songwriting teams – Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, Carole King and Gerry Goffin – Berns cut important records on their songs. Carole King does not recall meeting Berns – she well remembers his work – but she arranged and played piano on a hit single Berns sang, so they worked in the studio together. Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich were not only close friends, and pitched in making records on many Berns sessions, but they brought Berns for his record label their discovery, Neil Diamond.
His touch suffused all his collaborations. His enthusiasm could not be contained. He was never a passive co-writer. Even on songs substantially written by Berns co-writer Jerry Ragovoy, Berns stamped his hallmarks all over the numbers, preserving at the same time Ragovoy’s voice – funky little touches like the “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon” part in Garnet Mimms’ “Cry Baby.”
Unlike other characters on the scene, Berns could also write songs by himself. Some of his collaborators, in fact, almost appear invisible in the final mix, as if they served as little more than sounding boards Berns rewarded with half the copyright.
He kept at the ready a collection of musical phrases, chord changes and lyric ideas that he switched around willfully, shamelessly, resorting to familiar motifs that he could often open up in surprising and powerful new ways. He took an almost incidental guitar lick from a record he did with r&b vocalist Marv Johnson and turned it into the dramatic, glistening guitar part that anchors his record with British rock group Them, “Here Comes the Night,” played by twenty year-old British session musician Jimmy Page. He rewrote the chord changes to “La Bamba” and the unofficial Cuban anthem, “Guantanamera,” over and over again, coming up with remarkably fresh approaches to the same basic song structure.
His songs entered the literature even during his lifetime. “Twist and Shout” reverberated around the world. His “My Girl Sloopy,” recast as “Hang On Sloopy,” was a number one hit in 1966 by the McCoys on his Bang Records, in addition to more than fifteen other versions recorded the same year. Janis Joplin did “Piece of My Heart” with Big Brother and the Holding Company less than a year after Berns made the Erma Franklin original. The British Invasion groups all cut Berns songs; Beatles, Rolling Stones, Animals, Yardbirds, many others. When guitarist Jimmy Page recorded the debut album with his new band, the one track the group didn’t release from the sessions was a cover of Berns’ “Baby Come On Home,” which went by the working title “A Tribute to Bert Berns” during those first Led Zeppelin sessions. John Lennon knew who Bert Berns was.
Ellie Greenwich laughed at the idea that they wrote about their own lives. “We wouldn’t do that,” she said. But, of course, artists have no other experience to draw from but their own and inevitably even songwriters and producers operating within the most commercial parameters will reflect on their own lives. Themes emerge over the course of a body of work. While lyricist Jerry Leiber etched brainy, smart aleck social commentaries and Gerry Goffin continually returned to dreamy aspirations and wish fulfillment, Berns kept reaching for tears. He wanted his singers crying. He pushed vocalists on his records to the brink, trapped in desperation and fraught with urgency. Why all the tears Jeff Barry said that if he kept coming back to it, it probably was something more than a professional decision.
But these songwriters were not self-conscious artists exploring their inner lives. They operated under an industrial mandate. Their music’s appeal was designed to sell records; any self-serving “artistic” motives were pointless. Under such strictures, however, these men made magnificent music, these glorious records, filled with imagination, wonder and beauty.
Ellie Greenwich may have allowed herself the luxury of distancing herself emotionally from the teen dramas she and her husband Jeff Barry created such as “Leader of the Pack” or “Chapel of Love,” but Berns couldn’t. His looming mortality magnified every event, every song, every week’s chart positions. This wasn’t just music to Berns. This wasn’t some high stakes con game for the hip, witty and clever. This was life and death to Berns. To write his desperate songs, to make these singers sing the songs the way he needed them to be sung, to construct these gothic records as temples of sound, to reach deep into his mad Russian heart and wrench loose the pain and fear, Berns peered into his own dark soul for his music. Every song took another piece of his heart.

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