Then at the end of 1967, Otis performed a gig in Madison, WI, and didn’t survive the plane ride home. Later on he recorded the ballad as well as “Hard to Handle,” and other classics during a session at the Stax in Memphis. Even after his stirring performance at the Monterrey Pop Festival, Otis didn’t see anything changing. The beautiful part to the whole thing is that simple plea…nothing’s gonna change. So the story goes, 1967 and Otis was as high as he’d ever been in his music career when he was sitting on a house boat in Sausalito, CA remarking about the ships rolling in.Īnd then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah It wasn’t until later when I truly appreciated the irony of the song (Sittin’ on the) Dock of the Bay eventually became a staple to all my mix CDs and playlists and was one of the first songs I’d want to play when playing guitar with people. I had to settle for “Day Tripper,” instead. Unfortunately, it took years of getting over my fear of playing to figure out the damned walkdown in the verse. That fall, when I bought my first guitar, (Sittin’ on the) Dock of the Bay was one of the first I wanted to learn. No matter how many times we saw that thing docked, It still made for beautiful summer evenings. It was probably because I was spending that summer working in a parking lot along a dock where a casino boat rolled in and out all night long. I found myself singing it over and over again. Some time during the summer after I left Denom U – it couldn’t have been much after my mama’s mama passed, the song slipped onto my lips during valet pickups at the boat. Atlantic soul artists like Ray, Aretha, and this boy, Otis. I skipped straight to Motown and the Beatles. A blessing, because it cut my musical discovery by a generation. Growing up, when kids were listening to sh**y pop culture music, I was listening to our parents’ and grandparents’ sh**y pop culture music. But somewhere along the way, “ (Sittin’ on the) Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding ( and his guitarist, Stever Cropper) crept into my everyday and became the backbone to the dreams in my fray. I don’t remember the first time I heard the song.
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