"Abraham, Martin and
John" also spawned a multitude of covers. In an era of loose copyrights where
pop songs were routinely cannibalized as soon as they hit the AM waves,
zeitgeist-bait like Dion's track was guaranteed to make the rounds. I've spent a
fair bit of time digging through as many covers as the internet has to offer.
Many are bad, most are bland and a few are kind of nuts. I've picked out a few
of the more notable renditions for an exercise in contrasts.
Moms Mabley
I have no idea how a
conventionally arranged rendition of "Abraham, Martin and John" sung
by a gravel-voiced, 75-year-old comedienne cracked the U.S. Top 40 in 1969, but
it's pretty neat that it did. As a black, openly gay, defiantly vulgar woman
born in 1895, Moms Mabley had borne witness to just about every form of
prejudice the Civil Rights movement sought to combat. Hearing Moms croak out
Holler's ode to some of the movement's lost leaders is simply a more poignant
experience than hearing the same words crooned by a good-looking Italian guy
from the Bronx - no disrespect to Dion. (For added coolness, Moms is still the
oldest Top 40 artist ever.)
Kenny Rogers
Sincerity is key to pulling
off a song like "Abraham, Martin and John." Kenny Rogers is well
known as one of the ten least sincere humans ever to set foot in a recording
studio. You don't need to listen to this cover to know that it's a heaping
mound of Nutri-Sweet brimming with oversung verses, tinkling chimes
and forced sentiment. Kenny even wraps up the track with a sing-along refrain
of "Precious Memories," which isn't a descriptor most sane folks
would apply to a string of political assassinations.
Andy Williams
It's a bit ironic that Andy
Williams, a man nearly synonymous with schmaltz, delivered one of the most
genuinely affecting renditions of "Abraham, Martin and John."
Williams was apparently a close friend of Robert Kennedy's, which adds another
layer of sadness to what's obviously a sad song no matter how you look at it.
The arrangement is appropriately sparse, just Williams' voice accompanied
by quiet acoustic strumming. When he hits the bridge, though, the guitar breaks
into a nervous skitttering that captures the aching uncertainty of Holler's
lyrics and invests Williams' haunted vocal with a visceral sense of loss. The
guitar drops out entirely just as Williams sings the word "Bobby"
with heartbreaking clarity. It's a performance as personal as it is universal,
and it might just be the best treatment the song ever received.
Marvin Gaye
If Marvin Gaye had recorded
this cover even a year later, I suspect it would have been a masterpiece. As it
is, this track catches him in his transition between the swinging party-soul of
his early work and the darker reflection of his post What's Going On career. It's a cool tune, smooth and string-filled,
sad but hopeful, tied together by Marvin's inimitable voice, but it's a little
too in line with the Motown house sound for it to stand with his classics. That
may also have something to do with Holler's lyrics, which just don't pack the
ragged emotion of Marvin's best social commentary.
Tom Clay
This is just weird. Tom Clay, a journeyman radio
DJ and scandal magnet (he lost jobs for accepting payola and bilking kids with
a fraudulent Beatles fan club, among other things) mashed up "Abraham,
Martin and John" and Burt Bacharach's "What the World Needs Now"
as sung by The Blackberries with audio samples of speeches by Martin Luther
King and the Kennedys and news broadcasts of their assassinations. If that
wasn't pandering enough, the track is bookended by obviously scripted clips of
an interviewer asking children questions about prejudice and hatred and
receiving blissfully oblivious responses complete with adorable
mispronunciations. While the sampled content itself is undeniably compelling –
I can't hear Andrew West exhorting Bobby Kennedy's entourage to "take a
hold of [Sirhan Sirhan's] thumb and break it if you have to" without
getting chills – presented like this it's more than a little gross, especially
in the context of Clay's career of cynical cash-ins. Still, this was somehow a
major hit that sold more than a million records. So it goes.
Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
This is easily the most fun
version of "Abraham, Martin and John" that I've heard. I'm not sure
if that's a good thing. On the one hand, investing the song with some actual
rhythm and energy is far preferable to putting it through the paces of over-earnest
pathos yet again. On the other hand, it's sort of odd to hear a dirge for the
Civil Rights era transformed into a dance track. Either way, Smokey's in fine
vocal form and it's a pretty happening tune.
The Denison Hilltoppers
Here's a college acapella group
that mashes up "Abraham, Martin and John" with snippets of
military-themed fight songs like "Anchors Aweigh" and "The Halls
of Montezuma." I'm not sure what to make of that.
Leonard Nimoy
I came into this cover expecting
it to be a standout of bad taste, but I'm guilty of painting my Star Trekkers with too broad a brush. Although
he tends to get bundled in with William Shatner's famously flamboyant crimes
against music, '70s Nimoy actually had a pleasant singing voice and solid
production. This rendition is just fine, which is weirdly disappointing.
Wilson Pickett
Pickett opens his semi-cover of
"Abraham, Martin and John" with a tribute to Moms Mabley's rendition.
It's noteworthy that he doesn't extend the same recognition to Dick Holler, as
Pickett jettisons Holler's lyrics all together and turns the song into a
tribute to "Cole, Cooke and Redding." (That'd be Nat King, Sam and
Otis, if you somehow couldn't figure that out.) In this incarnation, it's a
moving, deeply personal song about departed friends. Pickett even includes a
verse looking ahead to the day when he'll join his comrades in the beyond. Still,
something feels off about substituting singers, no matter how legendary, for
some of the most towering figures in the country's struggle for equal rights. Factor
in that the original honorees were all felled by assassin's bullets while
Pickett's buddies were lost to lung cancer, a plane crash and a sketchy flophouse
homicide, and this take seems perilously close to trivialization.
Bon Jovi
Exactly as inventive,
entertaining and necessary as you'd expect.
