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Lonely Avenue: The Unlikely Life and Times of Doc Pomus

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He was short and stubby. He'd had polio at 9; he couldn't walk without braces and crutches. To see this 16-year-old kid struggle to the stage of a Greenwich Village club in 1943 was to get a taste of what it was like to run into Toulouse Lautrec in a Paris cafe half a century earlier --- you knew this guy was....different.

His dreams, for starters. Jerome Felder wanted to stand in a boxing ring and, though he couldn't move, win the championship. Or fire unhittable fastballs from the pitcher's mound. And the women --- they'd be lined up for him.

In that club, though, Jerome connected with a dream that could come true. He got on stage and sang the only blues song he knew --- and people clapped. The next night, he was back, with a new confidence and a new name: Doc Pomus. He was on his way to becoming the greatest songwriter in the history of early rock `n roll.

There are books you read because you're interested in the subject. And then there are books you read because you just happen to pick them up --- and the next thing you knew, your mouth was dry, your heart was racing and you were turning the pages like the secret of life lay just ahead. "Lonely Avenue" was like that for me: a freight train with no brakes, bound for glory and ruin.

I have a soft spot for stories about people who make something out of nothing --- people who reach into their guts and share their deepest, rawest feelings in a form that makes us feel them too. The Doc Pomus story is the very best of that breed. A Brooklyn kid who didn't want to waste his life at a desk. A misfit who found his first home in black blues clubs. A survivor who realized he was never going to make it as a performer and started writing songs because behind-the-scenes was the closest a white, chunky cripple could come to touching an audience.

He was in his 30s when he teamed up with an 18-year-old composer named Mort Shuman. And when, unaccountably, he persuaded a virginal blond actress to marry him. A few years later, he chanced upon their wedding invitation, and he remembered what it was like to sit on the sidelines while other men danced with his wife. He picked up a pen and watched the words flow:

You can dance
Every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Every smile for the man who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me...

Before Ben E. King recorded that song, Ahmet Ertegun told him the back story. King's eyes misted. And, as you know, he and the Drifters delivered a record they'll be playing as long as there are lovers.

Silly stuff followed. "Turn Me Loose" and other hits for Fabian, a teen idol "who had a reliable range of four or five notes." But also, more hits for Ben E. King and the Drifters: "This Magic Moment" and "I Count the Tears." For Dion & the Belmonts, "Teenager in Love."And, for Elvis, "Suspicion" and "Viva Las Vegas."

If this were just a story about music, it would be fascinating --- Halberstadt introduces us to a world of sleazy promoters, crooked producers, random hangers-on and freaks. All inhabited Doc's world --- he was not only the ultimate hipster, the insider's insider, but he had infinite time for stories. To read these pages is to enlarge your world.

And then, to read these pages is to watch a world explode and one of its kings have to re-invent himself all over again. What happened? The Beatles. The Stones. And Dylan. "Tin Pan Alley is dead," Dylan announced. "I killed it."

At 40, Doc was broke again. His weight ballooned to 350 and crutches were out of the question --- now he was chair-bound. His wife divorced him and took the kids. This is where the Doc Pomus story gets really exciting for me, because it's one thing to be at the bottom when you've never seen the top, another to wake up in a fleabag hotel after you've known success. Anyone who's been there will tell you: It's harder to make it the second time.

Poc made it twice. That's one good reason to read this book: as a fable of disability denied, as the rugged, raw story of a guy in a wheelchair learning how to become the tallest guy in the room. But there's so much more in these lightning-fast 225 pages. A large claim, but here it is: the story of a great 20th century artist.

Oh, come on, you say. The guy wrote pop ditties for pimply kids.His stuff is like Kleenex. Keats and Shakespeare he ain't. I beg to differ. I say anyone can write arty stuff that only the elite can appreciate; it takes real talent to deliver a clear, powerful message with just a few chords in 2 minutes and 30 seconds. Keats and Shakespeare were immensely talented poets, and popular in their day --- but they never reached a fraction of the people Doc Pomus. And admit it: You can quote five of Doc's songs for every Shakespeare sonnet you know.

One of Motown's early mottos was, "It's what's in the grooves that counts." On "Till the Night Is Gone," you can hear Dylan and The Band and Lou Reed and Aaron Neville and Dion and Rosanne Cash --- the kings and queens of modern music --- pay tribute to the master. Every cut is gold.

I met Doc Pomus in a treasured CD by Johnny Adams. Pomus' lyrics fascinate me. I have searched and found bits and pieces of his life. When I read a review of Lonely Avenue, I had to have it. I savored every word as I have a special place in my heart for musicians. I did not want to finish the book because I did not want him to die. I have loaned the book to friends who are musicians and loaned Johnny Adams' interpretation of his music also. Friends of my who are avid readers have been receiving this recommendation from me as "a person I would like to have known." Long Live Doc's Music!

He wrote many of the lyrics you've sung to yourself again and again, his catchy phrases sticking in your head like musical seaweed in the tide basin of memory. He was intimate with the likes of Duke Ellington, Rodney Dangerfield, and John Lennon. Phil Spector depended on him, yet drove him crazy with his manic behavior. And with Elvis, the king of rock and roll, the two of them forged a musical partnership that swelled in the years just after Elvis' return from Germany after serving in the US Army and meeting Priscilla.

Who you might ask is this man? The one and only Doc Pomus who wrote SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME, TURN ME LOOSE, and HUSHABYE, among many other top ten hits. Long dismissed as a Tin Pan Alley relic, he regained popularity with a new host of musical imitators in the 1970s and 1980s, and Alex Halberstadt's impressionistic, moody biography takes us through the fabulous highs (marriage to two beautiful blondes) and lows (polio and a weight gain some estimated as soaring to 350 pounds). He spent his life on crutches, and later in life Eunice Shriver recruited him for the Special Olympics. I expect LONELY AVENUE to be a natural for best sellerdom not only among pop music fans but for course adoption in disability studies as well, since for the first time Halberstadt tries to show us how Pomus' disability guided and provided some of his most well known compositions-- SAVE THE LAST DANCE, for example, gains poignancy when you realize it was written by the proverbial wallflower.

As the author of a forthcoming biography of Veronica Lake, I was fascinated to hear of Doc's brief liaison with the former Paramount film goddess who had, ten years before, set th screen on fire with her incendiary performances in THE GLASS KEY, THIS MAN FOR HIRE, I MARRIED A WITCH, THE BLUE DAHLIA, SULLIVAN's TRAVELS and SO PROUDLY WE HAIL (to name merely a few of her many stellar performances). I had no idea that she had hooked up with the crippled fat man his friends called, "Doc." But I dispute Halberstadt's characterization of Lake and would ask him to reconsider for a second edition his nasty little hack job on a great star. For one thinbg, he claims that she was so far gone in drink by the time that Pomus met her that he had no idea she was, in fact, "Veronica Lake." Drinking and a "foul temper" had aged her and alienated her from her former perch as queen of the Paramount lot. I don't think so. Her face "bloated and lined," her hair "tangled." "She was sad and nearly always drunk." As Halberstadt tells the story, Pomus was at a low ebb in his career at the time, but when the hag finally told him that, although she was not yet 35 years old, she had once used to be "Veronica Lake," then Pomus got really upset, for her repulsive face was "a memento not only of her failure but of his, too."

I don't know, Alex, maybe you're divine looking but Veronica Lake was still wonderfully good looking in 1955 (or whenever this incident is said to have happened; you leave it novelistically undated, just a memory in passing during one of Doc's down spells). So get over yourself.

Bette Midler was Pomus' protege and Midler fans will not be surprised to find out that one of Doc's wives accused the young singer of exposing herself to Doc's then 8 year old son. Sad, sad, sad.

Buy this book and get inspired, for whatever hurdles you face in your career, Doc had them in multiple waves, and still he persevered.

This is a fantastic new book. Among its many strengths is the fact that this is a book that can be appreciated and enjoyed by anyone. While it is a biography of a great American song writer, it is also a multi-dimensional work that offers readers glimpses into the history of New York City and its various neighborhoods, the evolution of American culture, the personal struggles of all its characters and the music industry. The book is also very personal and very human and is an inspiring piece about extraordianry and ordinary people. Anyone can read this book; no one needs to have a background in music history or to even love Elvis!

Halberstadt's book is very beautifully written. I was just as caught up with the writing as I was with the subject. I learned a great deal about America's famous musicians, but I also just loved the prose and the intimate details that the author included. Clearly, this book was exhautively researched and the author obviously labored lovingly over each sentence. I hope that Halberstadt will continue to publish books as I am eagerly looking forward to his next one.

I highly recommend this book. It is perfect for summer reading, for serious inquiry into American history, for book clubs, for college classes.... You will not be disappointed, and you will probably go out and buy lots of new music after reading it!

LONELY AVENUE gives us a glimpse into songwriter "Doc" Pomus career and life. During the 50's he was one of THE most important songwriters that worked in the penthouse of the Brill Building providing songs to everyone from Big Joe Turner to Elvis Presley. Crippled by polio, Pomus held court with some of the biggest singers of the day as a unique talent that scored with a series of great hit songs from 1959 through the early 60's. Even when the hits dried up he continued to provide inspiration to talents as diverse as John Lennon to Andy Williams (who scored a huge hit with Pomus' "Can't Get Used to Losing You"). Collaborating with Mort Shuman Pomus produced classics such as "Save the Last Dance for Me" (which he wrote about a personal incident--Pomus watched his friends dance with his new wife something he wasn't able to do).

Author Alex Halberstadt used Pomus' journals as some of the source material for this marvelous biography. Well written with the insight afforded access to Pomus' private papers, LONELY AVENUE paints a picture of a man with tremendous talent who was never quite content and overcame tremendous adversity to achieve musical greatness. Ultimately, though, we get a sense that Pomus' melancholy about those things he couldn't control in his life drove him to continue to achieve.

Pomus was later celebrated and rediscovered by other generations of singer/songwriters after the British Invasion dissapated and after the waning of Punk rock. Although it isn't a perfect biography, it's a heartfelt, intelligent exploration of Pomus' unique gift and the burdens that haunted him his whole life.

What a great book. You never think about songwriters when you listen to a song but after reading this book you will. It's the story about the man behind some of the biggest hits of the 50' and 60's but it's so much more. Doc's story is more then his music, it's the life that he led and the trials he overcame to get there. If you're into music or not this is one book that will make you laugh, cry and just revel in one man's life and times.

Great book. I got choked up reading about Doc writing Save the Last Dance for Me.

The writer did his homework, and I'd recomend this book to anyone, also visit the Brill Building, There's Always Magic In The Air.

Great reading!

"Lonely Avenue" is one of the most moving books I've read in a long, long time. It's so good, I read it in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. This book will make you laugh, it will make you cry, and parts of it will make you want to jump out of your chair and cheer for its hero (and a new hero of mine), Doc Pomus, a true American orginal if there ever was one. Even if you don't know anything about him or his music, do yourself a favor and buy this book.

Easily the best rock & roll book I ever read. A year ago I didn't know who Pomus was: now he towers above everybody else on the fifties music scene. An interesting read about an extraordinarily courageous and resilient man who managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.