Pint of Guinness?
No, today, I’m in need of a Bim, Bam, Boom!
A Bim, Bam, Boom?
Yeah, you know:
One Scotch – Bim!
One Bourbon – Bam!
One Tequila – Boom!
Ha! Coming up.
That ought to do it all right.
Sometimes you just need that Bim, Bam, Boom – or think you do.
You like to be in a place where everyone knows your name but nothing really important about you.
You like a place where the Jukebox is stuffed with drinking, fighting and cry, cry, crying songs.
The ones you sing along to under your breath without even realising that’s what you’re doing.
The ones that bring those stinging tears to your eyes.
The ones that remind you of all the things you had.
The ones that remind you of all the things you lost.
No, the things you threw away.
Threw away in a joint just like this.
Threw away because you thought you needed a head full of Red, a bellyful of Beer or the wild song of Whiskey in your blood before you could face another Night or find the courage to face another Day.
In the end the nights and the days bled into each other and love and happiness drifted away with the alcoholic tide.
Too late you finally see.
Time now to call on The Killer.
He knows a thing or two about throwing things away.
Hey Hank – right now I cant read too good – what number is, ‘What Made Milwaukee Famous’?
Aint that just right.
Funny, every time this song comes on the place goes quiet and the murmur of the Loser Choir drowns out the Air Con.
Take it away Jerry Lee.
Sing this one for me.
Jerry Lee Lewis! Jerry Lee Lewis!
Now, it would take the combined genius of William Faulkner, Flannery O’Connor and Harry Crews to invent a character half as extraordinary as Jerry Lee.
For my part let’s just say that with Ray Charles I consider him the greatest song stylist of the modern era.
I’m not one for joining Fan Clubs.
But, at 17, I did join the Jerry Lee Lewis Fan Club and much as I looked forward to my subscription copies of The New Yorker, Southern Review and The London Review of Books coming through the letter box none of them quickened my pulse like seeing the bulky envelope with, ‘Fireball Mail’ stamped brightly in red hitting my mat!
What Made Milwaukee is from 1968 when Jerry Lee was rebranding himself as a Country Singer( having had more than a few run ins with the press, the radio, local sheriffs and the whole damn, petty, you can’t do that here!, official world which just couldn’t cope with a bona fide Wild man).
A Wild Man who also happened to be by an act of will and character a conduit for the great streams of American Music.
Jerry Lee, is of course, a Father of Rock ‘n’ Roll as well as a Country Singer to top all except George Jones.
Goodness gracious Jerry Lee can sing the Hell out of any song that’s ever been written and make it 100% Jerry Lee.
100% Jerry Lee.
And, Glen Sutton, when he wrote, ‘What Made Milwaukee Famous’ sure gifted Jerry Lee one fireball of a song.
Now, as is so often the way, the song was not the product of careful deliberation and prolonged polishing.
Glen was reminded by a music publisher that he was supposed to have songs for The Killer who was due to be in town tomorrow.
What had he got?
With a professional’s presence of mind (Glen also wrote ‘Almost Persuaded’ and, ‘Your Good Girl’s Gonna Go Bad’ among many other classics) he looked down at the beer mat next to the phone and said, ‘Its a drinking song – should be perfect for The Killer!’
Nw, it was simply a matter of working through the night to turn the slogan on that Schlitz beer mat, ‘The Beer That Made Milwaukee Famous’ into a song that would appeal to Jerry Lee and the record buying public.
I think we can agree he succeeded!
Jerry Lee recorded the song the next day and gave it a regretful stately majesty powered by his rolling piano, glistening fiddle, and a vocal that proceeds with the awesome certainty of a Paddle Steamer navigating The Mississippi.
Very few could (you’ll find numerous versions of the song if you search) but there is only one other version which can stand comparison with The Killer’s.
One by another great song stylist who, when he was on his game, treated songs with a profound respect and care.
A singer who had an instantly recognisable voice – a voice which could express deep emotions with elegance and elan.
Let’s call Rod Stewart to the microphone!
On the evidence of this magnificent performance it seems to me that Rod missed a trick in his career by not recording an album of Country Songs.
Had he teamed up with a producer like Cowboy Jack Clement and launched into, ‘There Stands The Glass’, ‘Cold, Cold, Heart’ and, ‘Heartaches By The Number’ I think we would have had a record for the ages.
Still, lets look at the glass as half full given his bravura take on ‘Milwaukee’.
Of course, Rod, knew a fair bit about drinking as a member of The Faces who were Olympic Champions of partying.
At his best Rod’s let’s live it large! relish for life combined with an acute emotional intelligence when reading a lyric made him a truly great singer.
One entirely ready to share a microphone with The Killer.
I’ll leave with Jerry Lee, live at the piano, performing with his trademark insouciant charm.
‘Well it’s late and she’s waiting
And I know I should go Home.’