BMI is saddened to learn of the passing of one of our legendary affiliates, songwriter, music publisher and producer Rick Hall, who died Tuesday, January 2, at age 85. While a musician and songwriter in his own right, having penned songs for George Jones, Brenda Lee and Roy Orbison, as the owner and proprietor of the Florence Alabama Music Enterprises (FAME) Studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, Hall is almost singlehandedly responsible for producing hits for luminaries like Duane Allman, Lou Rawls, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, Tim McGraw, Jerry Reed, Tommy Roe, Joe Tex, The Tams, Jimmy Hughes, Wilson Pickett, James & Bobby Purify, Aretha Franklin, Clarence Carter, Otis Redding, Arthur Conley, Etta James, Candi Stanton, Paul Anka, Tom Jones, The Osmonds, Mac Davis, Bobbie Gentry, Jerry Reed, the Gatlin Brothers and many more.
Hall guided FAME studios and its robust staff of in-house songwriters through a series of successful permutations, working with a host of different artists from all over the R&B, pop and country spectrums in the
60s and70s. He was nominated for a Producer of the Year GRAMMY award in 1970 and Billboard named him the Producer of the Year in 1971. The Alabama Music Hall of Fame inducted him in 1985, citing him as the “Father of Muscle Shoals Music.” He was awarded the GRAMMY Trustees Award in 2014.
In 2013, a documentary film entitled “Muscle Shoals” was released that underscored the singular impact FAME Studios had on popular culture and music history, featuring emphatic testimonials from artists as diverse as Steve Winwood and Keith Richards through Alicia Keys and Bono. Hall’s contributions continue to loom large on contemporary music as new generations of songwriters discover the incomparable Muscle Shoals legacy. Rick Hall will be greatly missed by his friends and fans at BMI.
– BMI News
The above Scripture may be the best loved- and most disliked verse in the Bible. Often offered as a pat answer, there it stands promising that God works everything together for good. Sometimes that’s hard to believe. When I was a young mom with three preschoolers, I fell in love with Jesus and wanted to please Him. I’d finishing listening prayers by listening and at times in the silence I’d think of something I should do.
Once I was moved to write an encouraging letter to a friend, so I did. I stamped it and set it by the door. The next morning I tucked the letter safely in the car’s glove box….where it stayed, forgotten for weeks until I opened the box again. I cried when I saw the letter. I’d been so sure I needed to write to my friend.
I did my best and failed. I came close to throwing the letter out, but I mailed it any way. We don’t always know the ends of our stories, but this time I heard back from my friend within two weeks. She hit a rough patch in her life a day or two before receiving it. She had prayed, “Lord I need to know You care,” on the way to the mailbox, where she found the letter from me, delayed just long enough to have arrived at the perfect time.