Fred Willard was a regular in Christopher Guest’s “mockumentaries”, including memorable comedic turns in “Best In Show” (“I went to one of those obedience places once… it was all going well until they spilled hot candle wax on my private parts”) and “A Mighty Wind” (“I used to say, if he’s got a long enough hose, he’ll have a lot of friends in the shower room.”) Perhaps less famous – but equally funny – is his brief appearance in “This Is Spinal Tap.”
A Fred Willard younger than the one many may remember from Guest’s later films portrays Lt. Hookstratten, the band’s contact for a gig at a military base. Willard plays the role straight; the comedy comes from the disconnect between the officer and the jaded, road-weary musicians. “These haircuts wouldn’t pass military muster,” he counsels them before admitting, “I shouldn’t talk, though, I’m getting a little shaggy myself. Better not stand too close to you, people might think I’m part of the band. I’m joking, of course.”
Part of what makes “Spinal Tap” so great is that the humor works on multiple levels. The main gag of the military base scene is that, after Willard requests “a couple of slow numbers, so I can dance” there’s a cut to the band playing “Sex Farm.” However, “Spinal Tap” has also earned its reputation from its dead-on portrayal of the annoyances, quirks and peccadilloes of the music business. The awkwardness that hangs in the air during Spinal Tap’s time on the base has drawn laughs and cringes in equal measures from musicians who have lived through similar moments with talent buyers, corporate liaisons, bridal party members and city officials who, however well meaning they may be, have likely never spent much time around musicians and simply don’t know how to relate to us. (To be fair, we often aren’t able to relate to them.)
“We are such fans of your music and all of your records. I’m not speaking of yours personally, but the whole genre of the rock and roll,” says Willard. As he leads them to the stage, he asks, “Did you ever run into a musical group out of Kansas City, calls themselves Four Jacks and a Jill? They’ve been at a Ramada Inn there for about eighteen months…”
I’ve quoted the Willard scene numerous times over the years with bandmates during similarly uncomfortable moments on gigs and have replayed it in my mind as well, including when a student’s mother asked me what I did for a living and when I was asked by a restaurant owner why I hadn’t brought any ice. Though Willard’s scene might not be as famous as the ill-fated “Stonehenge” performance, the amplifiers that go to 11 or the unexplained drummer deaths, it is just as painfully funny. Mr. Willard, on behalf of all of the musicians who have encountered the Lt. Hookstrattens of the world, we want to thank you for giving us such a relatable scene. Rest easy and we’ll raise a glass to you when we’re watching Four Jacks and a Jill at the Ramada.