Rock and Roll is the most autobiographical thing I will ever write. It was made into a feature video,“King of Friday Night,” which was shot in my hometown of Truro, Nova Scotia. My 100 year old grandmother had a cameo role. Throughout the shoot I slept in the same bed as I did when the events (or events like them) took place.
In the mid to late 1960s I played Hammond Organ with the New Lincolns, a Memphis soul band (Wilson Picket, Aretha Franklin, Eddie Floyd) that packed them in every Friday night; yet as far as we were concerned everything worthwhile was happening someplace else.
I left the band in 1968, but ten years later we did a reunion gig and two thousand people showed up from all over. One couple flew in from Sweden.
That’s where the idea started, but of course fiction took over. For example, the town is not Truro but Mushaboom – the local synonym for nowhere. (In Ontario it’s Wawa; in America I suppose – What? Nome, I suppose.
In the first production of Rock And Roll, the part of the lead singer was played by Frank McKay, who sang lead with The New Lincolns, back then. He still performs the part now and again, twenty-five years later.