JOIN USThe American Idol hopefuls singing for their survival on the stage of a Hollywood nightclub next door to the Museum of Death in Los Angeles were, as usual, a diverse bunch - gender-wise, looks-wise and otherwise. But most had one thing in common: they did not know what to do with their hands while receiving compliments from Lionel Richie.
In Richie - who has joined Perry and country dreamboat Luke Bryan at the judge's table - the show may have found an ideal counterweight for Perry's screwball enthusiasm. All three judges have sold a lot of records, but only Richie can speak with the authority of a man who started out in the age of Motown and has survived into the age of the meme.
Sharing his experiences
For Richie, the Idol gig is another opportunity to do what he's become adept at - trading on millennial pop culture's ironic fascination with his pleading 1983 hit 'Hello' without letting himself become the joke. But it's also a chance to share wisdom both profound and practical, gleaned from six decades of lived experience. "Hip means now," Richie said. "I've never been hip. I've always been popular."
At 68, Richie is as busy as he's ever been. There is Idol, of course. There is also a return to the residency at Planet Hollywood in Las Vegas, a place where a proven draw like Lionel Richie could conceivably fiesta forever. There is the home-goods line, whose Instagram feed features many photos of Lionel Richie's bejewelled hands touching jacquard towels and fine bed linens. There are also grandchildren, to whom the pop icon is Pop-Pop. "For a Gemini who probably has about 15 to 20 minutes of attention span," Richie said, "this is pretty darn good."
When he was asked to be one of the judges, Richie said, he began thinking about how best to make use of the platform. "For two days a week, Professor Richie is going to talk about the reality of what it takes to be an artiste," he said. "Instead of sitting here moaning about how the world has changed since I started, I'm going to tell them what it takes. You think it's just singing? No, it's not. What kind of style do you have? What kind of stamina do you have? How many times can you take 'No'? How many times can you come back? That's an artiste."
He was born in Tuskegee, Alabama, and grew up on the campus of Tuskegee University, a few doors down from the Oaks, Booker T Washington's former home. He was a freshman Economics major at Tuskegee when one of his future bandmates spotted him carrying a saxophone case and offered him a spot in the band that would become the Commodores.
At the time, Richie said, he'd been contemplating dropping out of school to join the Episcopalian clergy. Then he did his first show with the band. The curtain rose, Richie heard the sound of young women screaming in delight, and there went his interest in the priesthood.
After a nationwide tour opening for the Jackson 5, the Commodores signed to Motown, and Richie began to learn the lessons only experience can teach. Once, before a show, he decided to say hello to the members of Parliament-Funkadelic, whose dressing room was down the hall. "The door opens," Richie recalled, "and that was when I realised, 'This is not Kansas, ladies and gentlemen.'"
Tuskegee was a bubble of black achievement in the pre-civil rights South, and Richie said he grew up insulated from many of the cold facts of race in America, including the de facto segregation of pop and R&B on commercial radio. When he began coming into his own as a writer, he was almost willfully ignorant of those categories. His hits for the Commodores could be sentimental, even saccharine, but were also sneakily genre-defying. 'Sail On' is a lonely-loadout lament fit for a mid-70s Jackson Browne album; the 1977 smash 'Easy' was pure country.
In 1978, the Commodores released the Richie-penned 'Three Times a Lady' and many black radio stations drew the line, refusing - at the height of funk and disco - to play a waltz. Richie and the Motown promotion executive Skip Miller summoned a group of unconvinced DJs and programme directors from around the country - "My biggest haters," Richie said - for a sit-down at a restaurant on Sunset Boulevard. There, with Kanye Westian bravado, the not-yet-30-year-old Richie announced his desire to be the greatest songwriter who'd ever lived - as opposed to the greatest black songwriter - and then asked them personally to give his record a shot.
"But you've got to play it for a week or two, just to make sure," he told them. "You can't put it on at 11 o'clock at night. Put it on in drive time. If it doesn't go, I'll never bother you again."
It went. Richie's reputation grew. In 1980, Kenny Rogers called to commission a ballad, and Richie wrote, arranged and produced 'Lady', the first record of that decade to top three different Billboard charts. At Motown's urging, he recorded a solo album, then another. He still assumed he would retire as a Commodore. He said everything changed after the 1984 Olympics. During the closing ceremony, in front of a worldwide television audience, Richie performed 'All Night Long', dancing on a mechanical riser like a single man atop a wedding cake. At first, this didn't feel like a turning point. "I left the house," he said, "went and ran around this field for 20 minutes, got back in the car and left the stadium."
Then he stopped at an intersection. "I am three cars back from the red light," he said, "and people are walking up to the car." He tapped the table urgently, imitating the manic energy of a swarm of excited fans. In that moment, he said, "I became 'Lionel Richie All Night Long.' Lionel Richie All Night Long! Lionel Richie All Night Long! These people have just gotten off the plane from Taipei, but they know Lionel Richie All Night Long."
Endless love
This period blurs together when he talks about it now. It wasn't all one year, but it feels that way. The Oscar nomination for 'Endless Love'. The Olympics. Leaving the Commodores. Sitting with Michael Jackson, writing the USA for Africa charity single 'We Are the World', and meeting Jackson's albino python Muscles, who slipped into the studio unnoticed and greeted Richie with open jaws. For a natural workaholic, the pace was addictive at first, but Richie said being a star on that level also brought with it "unbelievable stress." "You're the astronaut," Richie said, "and everything on planet Earth is falling apart."
He went home to Tuskegee to care for his dying father. Doctors found nodules on his vocal cords. His marriage grew strained, then imploded in tabloid-ugly fashion - in 1988, his first wife, Brenda, was arrested on an assault charge after catching Richie with another woman and kicking him in what newspapers referred to, perhaps politely, as the "stomach area."
By the end of his most successful decade, Richie found himself at home in Tuskegee, living in his childhood bedroom. When he was at his lowest, a family friend dropped by, saying he'd brought some inspirational music. "And he brought my albums by," Richie said. "He'd labelled which songs to listen to. He said, 'Be sure to listen to the lyrics.' He gave me my music back."
So, Richie sat in his old bedroom, where he'd spent many nights grooving to Jimi Hendrix's 'Band of Gypsys' under black light, and listened to his own songs, the ones that had touched so many and brought them so much joy, so much comfort. He sat and cried and found the strength to go on.
He owns that house now, along with much of the land around it. Someday, he wants to turn that land into a beautiful garden. And in that garden he intends to build another little house, where he'll keep all his memorabilia and awards. A kind of Lionel Richie museum, which visitors to Tuskegee might add to their itineraries along with Booker T Washington's house and the field where the Tuskegee Airmen learned to fly.
It may go without saying that the house he means to build in that garden in Tuskegee will be a brick house, but Lionel Richie says it anyway.
The New York Times