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THE   SONG                            The progression went left to right. Sometimes peo-  believe it was a ripoff. He says, I hope you don’t
       (continued from page 87)            ple messed up and Jones had them start over. This   mind that I stole it. And I was like, What? You did
                                           meant that Richie sang his line more than anyone,   a good job of stealing it, because I didn’t notice. I
       SOME TIME PASSED BETWEEN THE END OF THE   and the people way down on the right—Kenny Log-  guess he was referring to the intro, kind of a pump-
       chorus and the solos. At one point, Springsteen sat   gins, Steve Perry, Daryl Hall, Jackson, Huey Lewis,   ing bass line, like my bass line. That was in the bath-
       alone on the risers, nursing a Budweiser. Jackson   Cyndi Lauper, and Kim Carnes—got the fewest takes.  room. There weren’t that many places to go.”
       and his personal photographer, Sam Emerson,   Hall says that it didn’t matter: “I hate to say it, but   Joel saw Jackson wandering off frequently to “a
       were sitting nearby. Springsteen got up and left the   I did my part, and that was the end of it. Some of   remote part of the studio, with this makeup cos-
       beer can. Emerson said to Michael, “Hey, Mike, let   these people had to stick around and overdub them-  metic kit. And he kept, like, putting his nose on.
       me take your picture with the beer can.”  selves a number of times, because they couldn’t pull   Because I think the tip of his nose was kind of fall-
         Jackson said, “No, no, I can’t do that.”  it off. I wasn’t nervous at all. I opened my mouth   ing off, and he kept dabbing at it with makeup or
         Emerson said, “Come on! Who will ever see it?”  and sang. Plenty of people were nervous, and that   smearing it with something.”
         They did the photo, Jackson sitting straight-  sort of separates the proverbial men from the boys.   Winter, Jackson’s publicist, a legendary guy who
       faced, holding the Boss’s beer.     I’m just a person who can do things. I open my   had worked with Elton John and Dylan, was on the
         The next week, Emerson says, it showed up in   mouth and sing. I left early. A lot of these people   soundstage, with all the other peripheral people.
       the New York Post. Emerson’s agent called him and   had to stick around to get their stuff right.”  But Winter didn’t like being a peripheral person.
       said, We’ve got big trouble. Emerson just about fell   But some of the soloists took the multiple takes   He kept hounding Harriet Sternberg, asking to be
       to the floor. Who had leaked it? His agent said he   as opportunities to experiment with their line. After   let into the recording studio, saying Michael wanted
       would investigate and call him back.  all, you got only one little line, and zero rehearsal   him in there. And then he started going around
         Turns out Jackson had had his publicist, Norman   time, and you were likely singing harmony with   loudly telling anyone who would listen that Jackson
       Winter, plant it. As a joke.        someone you not only had never performed with   had written the whole song himself, and that
         Later, Trbovich saw a chance to approach Dylan.   but had never even met. So the only time to play   Richie—her boss’s client—had nothing to do with it.
       Almost twenty years before this night, Trbovich   with the delivery was live, on take after take.  Sternberg alerted security that Winter was no
       was working for Johnny Cash in Nashville. One   Dionne Warwick was ninth in the line of soloists.   longer welcome, and he was escorted out. “He was
       night, Cash invited him over for dinner at his house   After the first chorus, she came in with “Send them   out of line,” Sternberg says. “That was the one per-
       along the Cumberland River. Trbovich showed up   your heart, so they know that someone cares.” The   son I kicked off the soundstage.”
       to find Joni Mitchell, Graham Nash, Dylan, and a   first few times through, she sang it dreamily, the
       few others. After dinner, a guitar was passed   Warwick of “Then Came You.” “Won’t you send   HARRY BENSON, THE PHOTOGRAPHER WHO
       around, and Nash played a new song he was work-  them your heart . . .” But about the seventh time it   chronicled the session for Life magazine, was wear-
       ing on, “Marrakesh Express.”        was her turn to sing, she belted out the line like a   ing his sport coat and looking for moments. Diltz
         So Trbovich went up to Dylan before the solos   burst of gunfire: “Welllll, send ’em your heart!”  was also hustling. Benson kept scowling at him, but
       got under way and said, “You don’t remember   The lyrics Joel was given to sing did not move   Diltz kept shooting. There was also Emerson, whom
       me . . . .” He reminded Dylan about that night back   him in the same way. Jones was handing out solos—  Jackson had brought. “I’m sure Benson didn’t know
       in the late sixties. Dylan looked at him, nodded, and   “Quincy was culling the herd”—and Joel felt hon-  what these other couple of dudes were doing there
       almost smiled. “That was a lovely night,” he said.   ored to be pulled aside. He studied his line on the   with their cameras, but he didn’t like it,” Diltz says.
       “You were there?”                   sheet music. Tina Turner would sing, “We are all a   By the time the solos got down to the end of the
                                           part of God’s great big family.”    row, Kim Carnes—“When weeee stand together as
       4:00 a.m.                             “Then me: ‘And the truth, ya know, love is all we   oooooone!”—was worried whether she could even
       RICHIE CLAIMS HE GAVE HIMSELF THE FIRST   need.’ I looked at those lyrics, and I went, That’s   sing her part. She had a sinus infection—there was
       line of the song so he could get out of the way.   what I get? ‘The truth, ya know’? And it was kind of   no way she was telling anyone that—and the part
         “I looked at the talent that was coming that night,   a low part, too. I think a lot of people were trying   she was given, the end of the bridge leading back
       and I wanted to get out of the way early, because   to be virtuosos when it came to their part. I know   into the chorus, climaxed on a soaring note that
       when you start thinking Ray Charles is coming in that   Cyndi did—Cyndi jumped into this whole other   would have been high in her vocal range even with-
       lineup, there’s Springsteen sitting over in the corner,   octave. Ya yay ah-ya! But she can do that. She’s a   out a sinus infection. Plus, Lewis was harmonizing
       and there’s every major power singer in the world   great singer. I think everybody wanted to put a lit-  on the line, while Lauper backed them up with an
       coming down that pipe—you know what? I wanted   tle filigree on it, so they jumped out. I looked at my   aria of “yeah, yeah, yeah!”
       to get out of that barrage as soon as possible,” he says.  part, and I thought, Don’t even try. Just hit the mark   Lauper, who was next to her, worked with Carnes
         Still, he got the first line.     and shut up. It wasn’t a time to show off, for me.”  on her line until Carnes could nail it even through
         The soloists stood in a semicircle, each taking a   Joel and Turner were chatting, looking at their   her cold. “Cyndi was incredible. She knew. I said,
       line, with the next person coming in on harmony,  parts, and Turner put her hand on Joel’s shoulder   Oh my gosh, this is high for me, and I’ve got such a
       then doing their own line, and so on. After Richie  and told him she had a headache. He happened to  cold. And she said, Let’s figure it out,” Carnes says.
       and Stevie Wonder opened the song, the next duo   have an aspirin in his pocket, which he offered to
       was Kenny Rogers and Paul Simon. Rogers was a   Turner. “She said, No, I don’t take that! I only use   4:30 a.m.
       big guy, six feet tall. The way he moved around was   homeopathic,” Joel says. “I told her, I don’t know   SUDDENLY THERE WERE HAMBURGERS.
       big, his hands were big, his beard was big.   what that means, but I ain’t got any.”  Trbovich didn’t get many breaks throughout the
         Simon was five-foot-two.                                              night. He and his crew had to capture everything.
         Their voices, together, created perhaps the great-  THERE WAS ONE BATHROOM, OUT IN THE HALL   Nobody knew what time it was. Trbovich was
       est unexpected alchemy on the recording: Simon’s   toward the anteroom. Hall had to take a leak and   filming away, and then through the blur of activ-
       avian, pitch-perfect smoothness cut with Rogers’s   found Jackson in there, too.  ity, Diana Ross—whose reputation was more diva
       drawl, rising from somewhere down under the   “Michael was in the bathroom, and he asked me   than cuddly—walked over in her bare feet and said,
       floor, was the aural manifestation of whatever   if I minded that he had ripped off ‘No Can Do’ and   “You haven’t eaten!” She was wearing one of the
       genius lived inside the head of Quincy Jones.  made it into ‘Billie Jean,’ ” Hall says. “Which, I don’t   white cotton usa for africa sweatshirts that were


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