Alone among the greatest vocalists and song-writers in American music. Al Green has fused these opposing concepts into an intense and original sound that transcends the divide between the sacred and the profane. With an extraordinary appeal that has continued unabated since the mid-seventies, this quintessential soul and man remains one of the most enduring, electrifying, and enigmatic artists of our era-a man who has walked the tightrope between the devil's music and God's calling and lived to tell the tale. Now Al Green's tale is told for the first time in Take Me to the River , his inspiring, unsparing, and ultimately transforming autobiography. From a sharecropper's shack in Jacknash, Arkansas, to the absolute pinnacle of show business success, it chronicles the career of this gifted singer in rich and never-before-revealed detail. From his early days on the gospel and R&B circuits and his fateful encounter with legendary producer Willie Mitchell to a harrowing account of the attempted murder and suicide scandal that made headlines worldwide, this is the whole story, straight from the man who knows best. But Take Me to the River is more than a standard-issue rags-to-riches saga. The epic spiritual struggle for the heart and soul of Al Green is brought to life with all the urgency and immediacy of his music. A story of repentance, redemption, and renewal, the life of Al Green is a moving account of one man's journey to personal, creative, and spiritual wholeness.
Despite my interest in Green's story, I didn't expect much of a celebrity memoir. How wrong I was. From the detailed, multi-sensory rendering of scenes to depictions of complex relationships, Green and his co-writer never falter in their storytelling. While Green tells a story of great success, his Christian faith and perspective tempers nearly all possible arrogance. At the same, his honesty about everything from structural racism and loneliness to his struggles in romantic relationships keeps the story from lapsing into the false piety some Christian stories are guilty of.
Best of all, Green and his co-writer don't just tell an entertaining account of musical success, they offer a story to live by, rich in encouragement and wisdom.
I have never been an avid reader of autobiographies but seeing Al Green's 'Take Me to the River' on a seller's shelf piqued my interest. I am a confessed fan of Soul music and in particular from the 1960s' and 70s' and although I was aware he was an ordained pastor I was not expecting Green's level of honesty in describing the tension he experienced between the music entertainment industry and his calling by God. Green freely admits that around the time he hit the 'big time' and all the worldly desires that entail as being one of the loneliest times of his life. This level of transparency and depth is unusual from a figure in the public eye and thus refreshing for the reader not so much the obvious pride in his achievements. You would not have to be a fan of his music to enjoy the clarity of self-understanding and torn soul that rises from the page without being preachy.
This memoir was a lot more engaging than I expected, and evocatively written (I’m sure with heavy involvement from cowriter and probable ghost Davin Seay), though its content is focused overwhelmingly on Green’s pre-fame life, tending to skim over a lot (especially musically) after his collaboration with Willie Mitchell begins. Still, as an analysis of the inner turmoil of going from poverty to fame, from Jesus to orgies, and all the temptations and nightmares that fly in as a result, this is quite the vivid narrative, and very much worth a read, though it isn’t particularly illuminating as a fan of the music.
Okay, here's something...it looks like Al wrote this book all by his lonesome. We get to read it, spelling mistakes, typos and all. Weird.
Here's the big thing for me. I've got an autographed copy. He was at the Rock and Soul Museum in Memphis when I was there, and the Reverend Al signed my copy. So. Totally. Cool.
The music bits are nice and interesting, but there are seemingly more references to a "god" and ridiculously capitalized pronouns than in the bible. Mister Green is undoubtedly sincere in his beliefs, but it gets tiring, nauseating, scary and overbearing by page 2.