Carry Me Carrie - Dr Hook and the Medicine Show
- unclestylus
- Mar 30, 2018
- 4 min read
Updated: Apr 7
Back in '75 when I was a student in Manchester, one Saturday afternoon at around about five o'clock while we were wondering what to do that night, a friend said "Doctor Hook are playing at Salford Polytechnic, why not go see them?". Now, in 1975, no-one even only half cool would normally contemplate going to see Dr Hook and the Medicine Show. Three years before they'd had a hit with "Sylvia's Mother", a pastiche on romantic tragedy that was very close to being a novelty record, and that was it. The kind of band from America we were more likely to step out for were long-haired, hippy style west coasters like the Grateful Dead, the Byrds or maybe southern bands like the Allman Brothers. But that night we had nothing else to do, so we went.
It was one of those things that sometimes happens, when all your expectations are overturned for the better. We got hippies, we got long hair and some, we got fantastic vocals and harmonies, we got great musicianship, lots of laughs, but above all one of the finest evenings of live music I've ever experienced, right up there with the best of them. And the highlight of the evening was their fourth encore, when they played "Carry Me Carrie" .... yet again.
The original studio recording is a gem, I still play the vinyl 45 as a closer for discos, but just recently I've come across this version "live on Shel Silverstein's houseboat" recorded in the same year. This beautifully captures the rapture I felt all those years ago, showing their humour, bringing back their general scruffy hairiness, moving me with lead singer Dennis Locorriere's impassioned vocals, the total commitment of eyepatched Ray Sawyer's and the others' harmonies, along with the sublime mayhem that is paradoxically stoned chaos and professional order at the same time. This is the same magic that won the audience's heart that night in Salford.
Within a year the band had gone on to have a massive worldwide hit and change of direction with the soppy "A Little bit More", and generally, it hurts to say it, recording crap. But they were phenomenally successful throughout the remainder of the 70's, so who can blame them?
Most of their early songs were penned by Shel Silverstein, a terrific poet, novelist and writer of children's books whose houseboat this was recorded on. In "Carry Me Carrie", Shel re-enacts the final tragic scene of Theodore Dreiser's classic novel "Sister Carrie". The title character is the beautiful and upwardly mobile Carrie who attracts a series of exploitative men and in turn exploits them to succeed, eventually becoming a star on Broadway. One of these men is Hurstwood, a businessman who sacrifices all he has to be with her: his wife, his family, his job, winding up a penniless drunk. This song dramatises the lowest moment of his downward trajectory to being a down and out, shortly before he takes his own life. Which adds to the overwhelming feeling of sadness and poignant desperation in the song. And faith. Hurstwood's faith in Carrie, despite his situation, defying all reason, is fuelled by irrational obsessive love, something we can all understand, admit it or not.
His words are superb, starting with the rhetorical play on the words "carry" and "Carrie", whose tragic irony hurts with every repeat, and peaking with the compelling rhyme:
"...and then I heard him shoutin'
something 'bout a mountain
he would surely climb
if she was only there to point the right direction..."
The studio version's great too:
Have a listen and sing along to it - I've printed the words out in full. And don't forget to turn the volume right up at the end for that final piano chord, and jump around the room, screaming, "Carry me Carrie, c-c-c-c-Carrie, c-c-carry me!"
Second Street and Broadway
sittin' in a doorway
head held in his hands
looked to all the world
like he was praying
foot wrapped in an old rag
bottle in a brown bag
I saw him try to stand
then I heard the words that he was saying
He said come on, Carrie
carry me a little farther
come on Carrie
carry me one more mile
I don't know where it's leading to
but I know I can make it if I lean on you so
come on Carrie
carry me a little
I carried you, now carry me a little
come on Carrie, carry me a little while
Well he struggled to his feet
and staggered down the street
to the window of a five and dime
he stood and laughed a while at his reflection
and then I heard him shoutin'
something 'bout a mountain
he could surely climb
if she was only there
to point the right direction
but she ain't, no, but she ain't, no...
He said come on, Carrie
carry me a little farther
come on, Carrie
carry me one more mile
I don't know where it's leading to
but I know I can make it if I lean on you so
come on, Carrie carry me a little I carried you, now carry me a little come on, Carrie carry me a little while
Carry me Carrie
CARRY ME!
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