Just before the new documentary Little Richard: I Am Everything hit UK cinemas, the BBC swooped in with its own feature length effort, Little Richard: King and Queen of Rock ’n’ Roll by James House. (Apparently many of the same talking heads appear in both. Nile Rodgers reportedly recycles the same anecdotes!). The film is streaming on iPlayer now. I watched it last weekend. My thoughts!
With hideous inevitability, Keith Richards and Ringo Starr are featured, so we get too much emphasis on how the Beatles and the Stones couldn't have existed without Richard. Then Rodgers recalls how when they recorded the awful Let's Dance album together, David Bowie declared he wanted to “sound like Little Richard looked”. I always cringe when boomer cultural gatekeepers imply a Black artist’s greatest contribution is “inspiring” white musicians. (See also: “Tina Turner taught Mick Jagger how to dance!”).
More happily, one of the more eloquent and knowledgeable talking heads is New Orleans’ fierce Big Freedia - truly a flamboyant androgynous Black performer in Richard's lineage. Then there’s the regal and fascinating pioneering transgender showgirl / comedian Sir Lady Java, who acknowledges an awkward fact: it’s correct and understandable that Richard is being embraced as a queer icon, but as far as we know the great love of his life was a woman - the spectacular stripper Angel Lee, who resembled an escapee from a Russ Meyer movie!
Prepare to be enraged that Specialty (Richard’s record
label) withheld royalties, and that the ultra-square Pat Boone’s white bread
cover versions vastly outsold Richard’s originals. (Boone appears and I don’t
know whether to admire his guts or marvel at his lack of self-awareness!). At
the 1988 Grammy Awards, while presenting Best Newcomer with Buster Poindexter,
Richard went gloriously rogue. “And the winner is … me! The winner is –
still me!” Then he accurately points out, “Y’all ain’t never given me no
Grammy, and I’ve been singing for years!” He plays it mock aggrieved, and
the audience laughs, but behind the scenes, a friend reveals this lack of
acclaim caused Richard genuine tears. I will never stop being fascinated by
this man.
Further reading: my reflections on Little Richard's obituaries in 2020.
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