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Gospel Music’s Jewish Genius

The Fan Who Knew Too Much collects Anthony Heilbut’s essays on politics, culture, and gospel music

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Marion Williams and Anthony Heilbut, 1992. (David Gahr, courtesy Anthony Heilbut)
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On the other side of the racial border, Heilbut benefited from a common perception among blacks that being Jewish wasn’t the same as being white. It took the television miniseries Holocaust, which was broadcast in 1978, to educate his closest friends in gospel about the details of the Jewish tragedy. After watching the show, Marion Williams and Dorothy Love Coates sheepishly told Heilbut, “We never knew.” He says now of that encounter, “They had no idea I was German Jewish and this could’ve been my family killed. They simply saw this as the Jewish apocalypse.”

As for gospel as religious music, Heilbut insists that he never felt the spirit move him. “I love gospel music without believing a word of it, at least anything beyond the sense of triumphing over impossible conditions,” he writes in The Fan Who Knew Too Much. Yet an anecdote he recounts in the book suggests at least a few cracks in the rationalist edifice. On the day when Marion Williams introduced Heilbut to Sister Rosetta Tharpe, another of gospel’s matriarchs, she assumed that the white boy would want to hear about her up-tempo songs, ones that were essentially rhythm and blues. Instead, he kept steering her back to “her earliest, saddest housewreckers.” Tharpe turned to Williams and said, “This child ain’t right. He likes all those deep songs.” Williams responded, “He say he an atheist and he only go for those hard songs, the kind that make you bust a gut.”

For whatever complex interplay of reasons, Heilbut plunged deeper into gospel music as he took numerous courses in sociology and anthropology while majoring in English at Quenns College and then earned a doctorate in English literature at Harvard. He ghost-wrote some gospel reviews for music magazines and did his first liner notes, for God and Me by Marion Williams and the Stars of Faith, in 1962. The following year, he was audacious enough to approach John Hammond, the legendary producer for Columbia Records, with a proposal for an album of gospel songs associated with the civil rights movement. Too radical, Hammond answered.

The crossed wires of Heilbut’s passions finally paid off in the late 1960s. His mentor at Queens College, a professor named Mariam Slater, introduced him to Maya Angelou. She, in turn, introduced Heilbut to Robert Loomis, an editor at Random House. And while Loomis was unable to get internal support for Heilbut’s prospective book about gospel music, he sent the would-be author on to Michael Korda at Simon & Schuster, who made the deal. With his advance, Heilbut traveled to Chicago for the first time so he could interview gospel’s stars in what was for many of them their home city.

When The Gospel Sound was published in 1971, it made an argument that had rarely been expressed in such length and detail: that the black church was central to American pop music of any color, as well as to the political climate surrounding civil rights, the anti-Vietnam War movement, and the counterculture. “All rock’s most resilient features, the beat, the drama, the group vibrations derive from gospel,” Heilbut wrote at the time. “From rock symphonies to detergent commercials, from Aretha Franklin’s pyrotechnique to the Jacksons’ harmonics, gospel has simply reformed our listening expectations. The very tension between beats, the climax we anticipate almost subliminally is straight out of the church. The dance steps that ushered in a new physical freedom were copied from the shout, the holy dance of ‘victory.’ The sit-ins soothed by hymns, the freedom marches powered by shouts, the ‘brother and sister’ fraternity of revolution: the gospel church gave us all of these.”

The Gospel Sound made enough of an impact, commercially and critically, to be updated and reissued in 1975, 1985, and 1997. As importantly, the book set Heilbut on a parallel career as a gospel music producer. Starting with two anthologies of songs and artists from The Gospel Sound, he went on to produce more than 50 albums and to launch his own label, Spirit Feel. His albums have won a Grammy (for Mahalia Jackson’s “How I Got Over”) and a Grand Prix du Disque (Marion Williams’ “Prayer Changes Things”) and been chosen for the Library of Congress’ National Registry (Precious Lord: The Gospel Songs of Thomas A. Dorsey). He also has written liner notes to more than 80 gospel albums.

Willie Mae Ford Smith and Anthony Heilbut in Central Park, 1977

Willie Mae Ford Smith and Anthony Heilbut in Central Park, 1977. (David Gahr, courtesy Anthony Heilbut)

As the decades passed, however, Heilbut came to feel disenchanted with the direction of gospel. He located the music’s golden age in the years from 1945 through 1960, the era of Williams, Coates, Jackson, Tharpe, Clara Ward, James Cleveland, and Alex Bradford—the years when future pop stars like Lou Rawls and Sam Cooke were still singing in gospel quartets. From the 1970s onward, gospel increasingly took on the sonic trappings of light jazz in the hands of popular groups like the Winans. The vocal device of melisma, so effective when used in moderation, became a cliché, the cheap trick of contestants on American Idol. Heilbut dismissed it as “the gospel gargle.”

Meanwhile the black church, as an institution, palpably split between factions committed to its tradition of liberation theology and to an emergent “Prosperity Gospel” typified by the megachurches led by such pastors as T.D. Jakes, Eddie Long, and the appropriately surnamed Creflo Dollar. As a gay man, Heilbut grew privately indignant at the homophobia that many black churches—including some that were progressive on other issues—expressed during the AIDS epidemic and later in the national debate over same-sex marriage.

The Fan Who Knew Too Much arrives, then, as a kind of bittersweet valedictory. Its most urgent essay, “The Children and Their Secret Closet,” tells about a side of gospel music that Heilbut had known well for decades but never felt free revealing: the prevalence of gay, lesbian, and bisexual musicians. In part, he was freed to out them because so many—Bradford, Cleveland, Tharpe, Ward—had died. “With the few singers left—I’m old and they’re ancient—I felt I could say these things,” Heilbut explains. He also wrote out of a j’accuse impulse, because he considered it unconscionable for so many black ministers and so much black laity to have voted against same-sex marriage measures in California, among other states.

“Everyone understood that gospel depended on the labor and talent of its gay practitioners,” Heilbut writes. “If everything wasn’t spoken aloud, it didn’t always need to be; Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has rarely been so painless. But that has changed. The family secret has become public knowledge, and the black church, once the very model of freedom and civil rights, has acquired a new image, as the citadel of intolerance.”

In one sense, the passage of time is working to Heilbut’s advantage. President Barack Obama’s recent endorsement of same-sex marriage has moved black opinion on it from strongly opposed to moderately favorable, according to a recent poll in Maryland. Musically, however, Heilbut accepts the reality that his taste in classic gospel brands him a “moldy fig,” a venerable disparagement from the bebop jazz scene. “I’m more impressed by what I’ve heard in recent Jewish choral music than current gospel,” he says. “There’s stuff being done by what my father would call ‘Our People,’ that if I want to get started all over again in my seventies …”


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Growing up in Brooklyn, I was exposed to the Gospel music coming out of the store front Congregations in Bedford Stuyvesant. The neighbohood my Grandparents lived was going the transition from white to black. This was during the depression, and there was a large influx of Southerners who came North, to find work. Which in reality was a tough go!
What impressed me most, was the fervor and tempo, coming from the modest store fronts. I was hooked, needless to say, ” seventy years later I still love traditional Gospel Music”! I can fully understand this gentleman’s feeling for this great addition to popular music!

Wow…I thought I was just a little nutty…I am an agnostic Jew from an Orthodox background and tradition…I love Gospel Music….love it. Gospel and Leonard Cohen…any day of the week. I have a DVD of The Gospel At Colonius which I saw live at BAM…I watch it every couple of months…I love it.

Sheila, You are not nutty! This music is part of of the American fabric. Enjoy!

Anthony Heilbut Will be speaking about his book in New York on Tuesday, July 17 at Leo Baeck Institute.

Heibut’s a good popular writer on the subject, but there are MANY more knowledgeable people on the subject – Kip Lornell, Lynn Abbott, Dick Spottswood, me -

Mark Andre says:

American Gospel is the original blues of black folks that white folks find smoldering with red-hot passion. I grew up in the Deep South and when my daddy tried to get me to go to holiness churches in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods of my hometown, I politely declined. Since there were no Jews where I grew up (the Klan made sure that, like uppity blacks, they only ‘hung around’ until they gave up the ghost), I did gravitate toward more egalitarian religous gatherings, and between the Charismatic Renewal of the 1970′s and the integrated-and-lovin-it Assemblies of God (itself originating in the ‘Azusa Street revival’ started by black folks sharing spirituality with white folks in the early 20th century), I skimmed off the top the very best of this soulful, intoxicating artform. So when I ‘discovered’ Leonard Cohen and those gospel women crooning on PBS one night a few years ago, I was a goner. If you need someone to {fill in the blank}, Sheila, “I’m Your Man”

Sheila Brown-Blei says:

How lovely. Ah ha…the blank…ummm.

Mark Andre says:

Mmm – hmm. The blank.


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Gospel Music’s Jewish Genius

The Fan Who Knew Too Much collects Anthony Heilbut’s essays on politics, culture, and gospel music

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