GRAMMY® Winning ‘Sam Cooke: Legend’ Documentary Returns to DVD w/ Extra Content on April 30

GRAMMY® Winning ‘Sam Cooke: Legend’ Documentary Returns to DVD w/ Extra Content on April 30

American Blues Scene Staff

‘Sam Cooke: Legend’ is a comprehensive look at a figure who is, arguably, one of the most influential musical forces of the twentieth century and whose legacy resonates to the present day

The life and music of Sam Cooke, soul’s first superstar, are examined in the critically lauded Sam Cooke: Legend, the Grammy® Award winning feature documentary from ABKCO Films. The 66-minute film examines the extraordinary career and tells the real story of his life through first-person accounts from family, childhood friends, musical collaborators and business associates along with Sam Cooke himself. Originally released in 2003, it has long been out of print; it will be reissued on DVD April 30 and can be pre-ordered now.

With the success of the film One Night In Miami…, directed by Regina King, focus on the life of Cooke, portrayed in the film by Leslie Odom Jr., has grown exponentially. Sam Cooke: Legend traces both Cooke’s professional and personal life – from his gospel-singing roots in the early 1950’s through his R&B and pop music career to his untimely death in 1964. It was available for streaming through Amazon Prime earlier this year in celebration of the soul icon’s 90th birthday. The forthcoming DVD re-release includes extra content providing additional insight into the life and legacy of Sam Cooke.

The film recounts his commitment to the struggle for civil rights, underscored by his last and most enduring hit song, “A Change Is Gonna Come,” as well as his transcendent and consummate popular appeal.  Sam Cooke:  Legend was awarded a Grammy in 2004 in the Best Long Form Video (since renamed Best Music Film) category. One of the highlights includes archival newsreel footage of Cassius Clay, the jubilant newly-crowned heavy weight champion, spotting Sam Cooke in the crowd and inviting him into the ring exclaiming, “Let that man up! This is Sam Cooke! This is the world’s greatest rock ‘n’ roll singer!” That same frantic and scenario is depicted, almost scene for scene, in One Night In Miami… .

Sam Cooke: Legend was written by best-selling author Peter Guralnick whose Dream Boogie: The Triumph of Sam Cooke, is widely recognized as the definitive biography of the musical giant.  It is narrated by Tony Award winning actor Jeffrey Wright (“Basquiat,” “Angels In America,” “Ali”) and was directed by Mary Wharton and produced by Robin Klein and Mick Gochanour.

The documentary features rare and never-before-seen performance clips, TV footage and family photos, plus exclusive original interviews. These include conversations with the late Aretha Franklin, TV host Dick Clark, singer Lou Rawls who was a childhood friend of Cooke’s and R&B great Lloyd Price. Also seen is Bobby Womack who, early in his career, enjoyed a rewarding musical association with Cooke who produced his hit “It’s All Over Now,” later covered by The Rolling Stones as referenced in One Night In Miami… .  Cooke’s gospel roots are discussed by LeRoy Crume of the Soul Stirrers, the seminal group that Cooke joined as a teen, Cooke’s siblings as well as daughter Zeriiya (Linda Cooke Womack). Another participant is recording mogul Lou Adler (Mamas and Papas, Carole King), who co-wrote “Wonderful World” with Cooke and Herb Alpert. 

The DVD re-release includes a 3,000-word biography of Cooke and a comprehensive discography of his recordings, highlighting ABKCO’s Sam Cooke Remastered Series.  Beyond that the DVD’s extra content, running in  excess of 4 ½ hours and not seen in the streaming version, is highlighted by additional interview footage with numerous of Cooke’s contemporaries including the aforementioned Aretha Franklin, Lou Rawls, Lloyd Price, Lou   Adler, Bobby Womack and music producer Luigi Creatore.  Family members seen in the extra footage include Linda Cooke-Womack (Zeriiya), L. C. Cooke, Charles Cook and Agnes Cook-Hoskins plus “Burn Baby Burn” radio personality Magnificent Montague.

The film chronicles Cooke’s struggle to make it in the world of popular mainstream music culminating in his triumphant engagement at New York’s Copacabana in the summer of 1964.  From his birth in the Mississippi Delta through his family’s move to Chicago and the realization of his gift as expressed in his early gospel work, continuing through his change to secular music, his life can be viewed as a microcosm of the struggle for recognition and opportunity by African Americans in the mid-20th century. 

Born in Clarksdale, Mississippi and raised on Chicago’s South Side, Sam Cooke was the son of a Baptist minister. He started singing in the church choir as a child and encouraged by his father, joined with his siblings to form a gospel group, the Singing Children. By the time he was a teenager, he had achieved significant success within the gospel community on the strength of his distinctive vocal style. In 1950 he was asked to replace legendary  singer R.H. Harris as lead vocalist of The Soul Stirrers. 

Cooke crossed over into the world of popular music in 1957 and shot to the top of the R&B and Pop charts with his self-penned “You Send Me.” From that time on, he was never out of the Top 40, with smash hits like  “Wonderful World,” “Chain Gang,” “Cupid,” “Twistin’ the Night Away,” “Another Saturday Night” and “Shake.” His success didn’t surprise Aretha Franklin, who had earlier seen him perform at her father’s church. She  commented, “Sam was a prince of a man. He just had everything going for him. Sam had the looks, he had the voice, he had the manner, he had the charm, he had the savoir faire.”  A triumphant early-‘60s tour of the U.K. left a generation of young musicians like the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Van Morrison and Rod Stewart enthralled as well.

A champion of creative rights who wrote much of his own material, Cooke was among the first artists to recognize the importance of owning the publishing rights to his own compositions. He later established his own record  label and business empire to better realize his far-reaching musical ambitions.  

Refusing to perform for segregated audiences in the South, Cooke utilized his stature as a performer to help break down the color lines separating blacks from whites, and in the process became, along with his friend Muhammad Ali, a symbol of the new Black American. Further inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind,” Cooke wrote “A Change Is Gonna Come,” a song that would become an anthem of the civil rights movement after Cooke’s senseless shooting death in December of 1964. Sam Cooke was 33 years old at the time and more than 34 years have passed since then but interest in his life and work is stronger today than ever before. 

Sam Cooke: Legend is a comprehensive look at a figure who is, arguably, one of the most influential musical forces of the twentieth century and whose legacy resonates to the present day. 

Attention – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – Attention

Walk without an entourage in which I won’t discuss
Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough
My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I’m sheddin’ blood
If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up
Acceptin’ no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge?
Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? The plug?
Nothin’ that can save you, your life is now above
I wouldn’t even give a f**k if you and I were blood
No one lent their helpin’ hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I’ve seen it done
Fat boy you a b***h, you know how I come
MAC 11 rangin’, slangin’, cuddles with the drum
Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, endin’ off your tongue
Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin’ drugs
Drought ’round Hollygrove, key need me to flood.(attention)

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways

King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin Gates’ face front page in the article
Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they’ll slaughter you
Run and I observe, ain’t no sense in bein’ audible
Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz
Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin’ the kid
Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear
Thump through the slums and slump me somethin’ forreal
Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs
Youngin’ really thuggin’, guerilla hustlin’ for real
Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta sh*t in my grill
Lay loose with a Llama or stank a b***h if he squeal
Set outside the store that my gangsta b***h just went in
At the pharmacy poppin’ ‘scripts, my prescriptions is gettin’ filled
I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough versuri-lyrics.info
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six days.

Appreciate the help that’s been comin’ on nothin’ will I depend
When asked about the pen, if I’m goin’ back that depends
Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured
Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger
I want her, she pushin’ kids in the stroller, who? For her sister
The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn’t flirt with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin’
.. clip rich then snitch, tellin’ the business
I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention
Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek
Section 8 voucher and public housin’, we livin’
Mama callin’ Meals on Wheels, they won’t deliver
Came up quick in the trenches when we was little
Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver
I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six daysss.
Kevin Gates lyrics
Video Kevin Gates

Eminem – Going Through Changes

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 1]
Lately I really, feel like I’m rolling for delph like Philly
Feel like I’m losing control of myself, I sincerely
Apologize if all that I sound like is I’m complaining
But life keeps on complicating, and
I’m debating on leaving this world this evening
Even my girls can see I’m grieving, I try and hide it but I can’t
Why do I act like I’m all high and mighty
When inside, I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help
I can’t do it by myself, too weak
2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs
Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying
Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here
I’m hatin my reflection, I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors
I can’t stand what I look like, yeah, I look fat, but what do I care?
I give a fuck, only thing I fear, is Hailie
I’m afraid if I close my eyes I might see her…shit

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 2]
I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, napping at noon
Yeah dad’s in a bad mood, he’s always snapping at you
Marshall what happened that you, you can’t stop with these pills
And you’ve fallen off with your skills, and your own fans are laughing at you
It become a problem you’re too pussy to tackle, get up
Be a man, stand, a real man would’ve had this shit handled
Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed
They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust
Nah, it ain’t like Doody to do that
He wouldn’t fuckin’ shoot at, no-body, he fights first
But dwelling on it only makes the night worse
Now I’m popping Vics, Percs and Methadone pills
"Yeah Em, tight verse, you killed it"
Fucking drug dealers hang around me like yes men
And they gonna do whatever I says when, I says it
It’s in their best interest to protect their investment
And I just lost my fuckin’ best friend, so fuck it, I guess then:

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 3]
My friends can’t understand this new me
That’s understandable man, but think how bananas you’d be
You’d be an animal too
If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo
And everybody’s looking at you, what you want me to do?
I’m starting to live like a recluse and the truth is
Fame starting to give me an excuse, to be at an all-time low
I sit alone in my home theater, watching the same damn DVD
Of the first tour, the last tour, he was still alive
And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleeping pills’ll make me feel alright
And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night
I just take a couple more, yeah you’re motherfuckin right
I ain’t slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, dole em out
"Daddy, don’t you die on me, Daddy, better hold your ground"
Fuck, don’t I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 4]
Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes, but somehow I’m pulling through
Swear when I come back I’mma be bulletproof
I’mma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few
Facts, cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth
Shit it just hit me that what if I would not have made it through
I think about the things I would never got to say to you
I’d never get to make it right, so here’s what I came to do
Hailie this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too
I still love your mother, that’ll never change
Think about her every day, we just could never get it together
Hey, wish there was a better way, for me to say it
But I swear on everything, I’d do anything for her on any day
There are just too many things to explain
When it rains guess it pours, yes it does
Wish there wasn’t any pain, but I can’t pretend there ain’t
I ain’t placing any blame, I ain’t pointing fingers
Heaven knows I’ve never been a saint
I know it just feels like we just pissed away our history
And just today, I looked at your picture, almost hate to say
I miss you sub consciously, wish it didn’t end this way
But I just had to get away, don’t know why
I don’t know what else to say, I guess I’m

Tinie Tempah – Text From Your Ex (feat. Tinashe)

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Yeah, one text from my ex
You know I always flex on my ex
You know I got a rep to protect
You know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin’ vexed when you’re wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me on the sofa
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
I don’t know why you moved to mess
Point you tryna prove again?
Ah, there you go, gettin’ lose again, but ya
Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)
Hanging ’round those bougie ants
Got girls, but you’re usin’ them
But you’re gettin’ high, gotta lose the chance
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Life ain’t is what seems to be
Tryna work it out what it means to me
Nowadays everybody want a piece of me
Notorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)
That’s why I look to seas and the seeker reef
Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD
He and I reminisce sometimes
Peace in east, LA gettin’ lean with Dee (I got a)
I don’t why you moved to mess
Who you are, from who’s your friends, I’ve got
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Ain’t no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
But now me in amnesia
Brandy or Moësha
After referendums
Yeah, I’ve still got that visa

[Bridge: Tinashe & Tinie Tempah]
I can’t believe you’ve done this
I told you I take no shit
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you testify
Who’s that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
All summer night, reaching for nine
All summer night, reaching for nine

Rich Chigga – Seventeen

[Verse 1]
Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie