Todd Mayfield - Traveling Soul: The Life of Curtis Mayfield

Curtis Mayfield was one of the seminal vocalists and most talented guitarists of his era. But perhaps more important is his role as a social critic, and the vital influence his music had on the civil rights movement. People Get Ready is the black anthem of the 1960s, and on his soundtrack to the 1972 movie Super Fly, rather than glorifying the blaxploitation imagery of the film, Mayfield wrote and sang one of the most incisive audio portraits of black America on record.

In Traveling Soul, Todd Mayfield tells his famously private fathers story in riveting detail. Born into dire poverty, raised in the slums of Chicago, Curtis became a musical prodigy, not only singing like a dream but also growing into a brilliant songwriter. In the 1960s he became a pioneer, opening his own label and production company and working with many other top artists, including the Staple Singers. Curtiss life was famously cut short by an accident that left him paralyzed, but in his declining health he received the long-awaited recognition of the music industry.

Passionate, illuminating, vivid, and absorbing, Traveling Soul will doubtlessly take its place among the classics of music biography.

Copyright 2017 by Todd Mayfield

All rights reserved

Published by Chicago Review Press Incorporated

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Chicago, Illinois 60610

ISBN 978-1-61373-679-1

This biography has not been authorized by the estate of Curtis Mayfield.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Mayfield, Todd, author. | Atria, Travis, author.

Title: Traveling soul : the life of Curtis Mayfield / Todd Mayfield with Travis Atria.

Description: Chicago, IL : Chicago Review Press, 2016. | Includes bibliographical references and index.

Identifiers: LCCN 2016027301 (print) | LCCN 2016028753 (ebook) | ISBN 9781613736791 (hardback) | ISBN 9781613736807 (PDF edition) | ISBN 9781613736821 (EPUB edition) | ISBN 9781613736814 (Kindle edition)

Subjects: LCSH: Mayfield, Curtis. | SingersUnited StatesBiography. | Soul musiciansUnited StatesBiography.

Classification: LCC ML420.M3369 M39 2016 (print) | LCC ML420.M3369 (ebook) | DDC 782.421644092 [B]dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016027301

A list of credits and copyright notices for the Curtis Mayfield songs quoted in this book can be found on .

Interior design: Jonathan Hahn

Printed in the United States of America

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To my parents, Curtis and Diane, and to my daughter and greatest inspiration, Corinne Lee Mayfield

INDEX

Try and understand Im an unusual man.

L OVE M E (R IGHT IN THE P OCKET )

A tlantic City, 1969My father stalks around his dressing room. The Impressions are ready to hit the stage for their second set, but first he wants his money. Hes hip to this game; he takes no mess. He turned sixteen onstage at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, and since then hes seen every type of crook run every type of con. He knows getting paid after the show often means not getting paid. These days, he demands a percentage up front and the rest between sets, sliding the money into his vest pocket, where youd have to go through him to get it.

The promoter in Atlantic City is a wiseguy, though. He slithers into the dressing room clutching cash in one hand, steel in the other. He levels the gun at my fathers head. How bad do you want this money? he demands.

Everyone freezes.

I want it bad enough to let you pull that trigger.

He says it coolly, his voice barely rising above the soft, measured sigh that has graced countless hit records.

The promoter lowers the gun. My father gets his money.

He strides on stage, the music kicks in, the crowd shouts in ecstasy, the Impressions finish with a flourish and walk straight out the front door of the auditorium to their cars, leaving the band playing inside. They gun their engines into the night toward the next show and the next promoter foolish enough to pull another stunt like that.

Curtis Mayfield has seen scarier things than a gun in his face. His father deserted him when he was five years old. He witnessed his mother abused and abandoned, powerless to help her. He spent long, hunger-wracked nights battling starvation in a squalid single-room apartment. He knows as much about pimps and prostitutes as he does about the Bible and Jesus. The first he learned from the rotten slums where he grew up a nothing child, destined to become another boyish, shiftless jigger. The second he learned from his grandmothers church, where she practiced a cultish mixture of Christianity and the black arts called Spiritualism.

These experiences gave him the courage to stare down the barrel of a gun in Atlantic City without flinching. They made him who he isa contradictory, unpredictable, brilliant man who dropped out of high school and built a musical empire. A man who spends much of his public life on stage and much of his private one locked in his bedroom. A man capable of legendary cool and flashes of temperamental violence. A man revered around the world but tormented by insecurity. A man gifted with tremendous powers of imagination but little ability to master the mundane day-to-day mechanics of life. A man who somehow manages to be both present and absent as a father. A man who sings of endless love but cant remain faithful to any woman. A man hell-bent on control who sometimes relinquishes that control to the wrong people.

In becoming that man, hes plucked the sweet fruits of the American Dreammoney, fame, womenand choked down the despair of the American nightmaredegradation, deprivation, and humiliation because his skin was the wrong color. And the hardest part of his journey hasnt even begun. Like everyone, he cant see the future. As he speeds away from Atlantic City, he doesnt know the greatest tragedy awaits him in the place he least expects it. He cant foresee this tragedy will lead to his greatest triumph of spirit and a slow, agonizing death. He can scarcely imagine life will soon teach him the ultimate impossibility of control.

A few would-be biographers have tried to tell my fathers story; none have done it well. They failed because they had no access to his inner life, to what drove him. They had no knowledge of his deep insecurity over his dark skin, big teeth, and small stature; of the humiliation he suffered at the hands of schoolmates because of his familys desperate poverty; of his profound need for control over music, money, and relationships; of his deeply divided nature as a Gemini. Even astrology agnostics would have to agree, if such a thing as a true Gemini exists, my father was one. Everyone who knew him affirms that he changed his mind so often and with such ease, they never knew exactly what he felt, what he wanted, or what hed do. Only with music was he constant.

These writers also failed because they didnt know where he came from. They didnt spend time with the people who raised him, but those people are integral to his story. You most likely didnt pick up this book to read about Curtiss grandmother, but without her, he might never have become a musician, and he couldnt have written songs such as Keep On Pushing and People Get Ready. In interviews throughout his life, he always mentioned her as a main influence and inspiration. To understand him, then, you must understand her.