Shirley Brown - Intimate Storm

We went to the pictures last night to see The Blues Brothers. Now, I saw this at the cinema when it first came out, and I’ve seen it countless times since. However, this was the first time I’d seen it with the 15 minutes that had been cut out of the original release reattached.

I am plagued by people who sit behind me in cinemas and feel a need to give a running commentary on the film to their friends. It’s happened to me for years, last night was no exception. Highlights of last night’s fuckwit commentary were: laughing uproariously at the dancing in the church, as if she’d never seen people dance before and had never seen anything so funny, finding Steve Cropper’s name the funniest thing she'd seen since the dancing, exclaiming “That’s Carrie Fisher!” when Carrie Fisher appeared and “Twiggy!” when Twiggy appeared, and, singing along with songs despite seemingly not knowing the songs, asking “How did they get changed so quickly?” at the end of Cab Calloway’s Minnie The Moocher scene, where the scene changes from fantasy, high-glitter, Cotton Club styling back to real life, and exclaiming “That was Aretha Franklin!” during the end picture credits. Jesus wept.

Anyway. It remains a wonderful film.

Willie Hall, the drummer of the Blues Brothers, played on this album, which I picked up on US import when it came out in 1984.

It’s a proper slab of southern soul, with its wide open Homer Banks and Chuck Brooks production.

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