Top Leaderboard, Site wide
August 20, 2014
Truthdig: Drilling Beneath the Headlines
Help us grow by sharing
and liking Truthdig:
Sign up for Truthdig's Email NewsletterLike Truthdig on FacebookFollow Truthdig on TwitterSubscribe to Truthdig's RSS Feed

Newsletter

sign up to get updates






American Catch


Truthdig Bazaar
Backroom Politics

Backroom Politics

By Bill and Nancy Boyarsky
$101.88

more items

 
Arts and Culture

Anthony Heilbut on MaryBeth Hamilton’s ‘In Search of the Blues’

Email this item Email    Print this item Print    Share this item... Share

Posted on Mar 21, 2008
book cover

By Anthony Heilbut

(Page 3)

  Confronting both Lomaxes was Lawrence Gellert, a New York leftist who in 1936 published “Negro Songs of Protest.” Gellert, who was married to a black woman, felt that the Lomaxes had ignored a vital tradition of protest and impiety. Time Magazine (in an article perhaps written by James Agee, who was free-lancing for the publication at the time) quoted such antinomian lyrics as “Stop foolin’ wid pray, When black-face is lifted, Lord turnin’ away.” Gellert, a figure barely treated by Hamilton, was similarly audacious in using the politically incorrect language of the people; his fellow Communists were horrified by his abundant usage of obscenities and the N-word.

  Hamilton does raise the question of obscenity when considering another group of critics, among them Frederic Ramsey Jr., Charles Edward Smith (a very perceptive writer) and the composer William Russell. They helped usher into print the memoir of Jelly Roll Morton, self-proclaimed “Originator of Jazz and Stomps” and “World’s Greatest Hit Tune Writer.” Some on the left—particularly Eric Hobsbawm, the great historian, who occasionally moonlighted as the jazz critic Francis Newton, a name that Hobsbawm chose to honor the very rare Communist musician, Frankie Newton—regarded New Orleans as “a multiple myth and symbol: anti-commercial, anti-racist, proletarian, populist.” But others exhibited the peculiar prudery of the far left. They were discomfited by the frankly sexual nature of Jelly Roll’s persona, his very name, his citation of Buddy Bolden’s “Funky Butt,” his casual observation that his only musical superior on the keyboard was Tony Jackson, a “sissy-man,” and, above all, his hilariously blue lyrics. Among the first blues he heard being sung by a woman were the lines “I got a husband and I got a kid man too / My husband can’t do what my kid man can do.”  The Wife of Bath couldn’t have put it better, but Jelly Roll’s new audience was mortified. Even coarser by their standards, and buried for years in the vaults of the Library of Congress, was “Winin’ Boy Blues,” with its boastful line “I fucked her till her pussy stank.” (A recent Internet hit, “Smell Yo Dick” by Riskay, a female rapper, could serve as a riposte to Jelly Roll, a hundred years late.)

  This was more real than the white blues boys had bargained for. As Hamilton shows, after being accused of vulgarizing the culture, they were sideswiped by McCarthyism. Dodging attacks on their left-wing sympathies and corrupt morals, they retreated to studying the music of the rural South. The product was a series of Folkways anthologies, filled with music undisturbed by a radical thought or sexual impulse. But this attempt to capture a factitious purity was doomed from the start. It has always been emblemized for me by a Folkways recording of a group of country girls singing a song about heaven. The annotators could be forgiven for not recognizing that it was a note-for-note copy of a popular gospel record by the Davis Sisters of Philadelphia. But how could they have transcribed “I’ll lay down this old sword and shield” as “I’ll lay down this old sewing machine”? And, even more risibly, describe this absurd lyric as “deeply moving”?

  Hamilton’s last crew includes a group of men who dubbed themselves the Blues Mafia. Curiously in a world overridden with sexism, two gay men were the dominant figures. In 1964 Blues Mafioso Nick Perls, the son of an émigré art dealer, discovered the great country blues singer Son House, alive if not quite well, in, of all places, Rochester, N.Y. Within Perls’ affinity group, the dominant sensibility—apparently as much by physical as intellectual bullying—was James McKune, who is probably Hamilton’s favorite fan. An impoverished alcoholic who would die the victim of a sexual episode gone horribly wrong, McKune was the Mafioso with the most refined sensibility. While other collectors trafficked in irrelevancies like discolored record labels or scratchy-sounding reprints, McKune’s collection was comparatively small but exquisitely chosen. His focus was exclusively aesthetic. Politics didn’t signify: “After you’ve listened to the real Negro blues for a long time,” he wrote, “you know at once that the protest of the blues is ... in the accompanying piano or guitar.” Listening as closely as he could, McKune determined that the ensemble of voice and instrument was most seamless in the country blues of Son House, Charlie Patton, Robert Johnson and Skip James. Patton particularly stirred him: “only the greatest religious singers have ever [affected] me similarly.” It should be noted that some of Patton’s best records were religious, and that the work of Robert Johnson or Josh White, arguably the most talented blues guitarist, is shot through with traces of religious imagery and vocal devices like growling and wordless moans that are brazenly churchy. (Elijah Wald has written superb biographies of both Johnson and White, making clear their broad musical perspectives.) In other words, even the best of blues listeners circumscribed the music’s range and durability. 

  To Hamilton’s surprise, McKune abandoned his obsession. Others would pick it up. Arguments of a Jesuitical precision would follow, denominations as vague as deep blues, country blues, Piedmont blues, Mississippi blues, und so weiter. Of course when everyone had been listening to the same records and had their eyes on the same prize, such distinctions would strike the actual practitioners, the blues singers, as bizarre. (Some academics entertained the French idea that something wasn’t real until it was actually named.) When asked whether his music was really folklore, Big Bill Broonzy replied that he hadn’t seen any dogs or mules sing it. In one of the most curious developments, blues singers, who had never been stars when they were young and strong, developed a whole new public when they were old and weak. Hamilton notes many disappointing encounters between the veterans and their youthful acolytes. The message seemed to be they pretend to pay us and we pretend to sing.


New and Improved Comments

If you have trouble leaving a comment, review this help page. Still having problems? Let us know. If you find yourself moderated, take a moment to review our comment policy.

By John, April 8, 2010 at 10:41 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

This book is an easy, yet very in depth read and one I would recommend to anyone interested in learning more about the Blues culture.

Report this

By hnatali99, January 8, 2010 at 1:33 am Link to this comment

Great stuff. I really like your writing style.  http://www.shoppinglinkdirectory.com

Report this

By jonmaverick, January 6, 2010 at 6:56 am Link to this comment

You wrote very interesting post i love your blog it contains very informative article i will share it with my friends.  http://www.maverickmoneyreviewsite.com

Report this

By (The Other) Anthony Bono, April 5, 2008 at 9:38 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

Indeed, agreed.
In fact, whenever I get caught up in an argument about what is or isn’t “serious” culture, I always end up feeling creepy like a dog breeder arguing the merits of a Terrier’s hind quarters—present party excluded.  In the end it gets down-right pathological.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m heading for my back yard to play with my “Roadblock” action figure, which should no doubt further my understanding of the African American experience.

Report this

By Stephen Smoliar, April 5, 2008 at 5:31 am Link to this comment

To be fair, pop culture is not the only source of such distorted identity.  “Serious” culture can have the same effect.  Since you raise Kubrick, consider the impact of Beethoven in A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.  The real danger of mechanical reproduction is that, by overwhelming us with experiences (noun form), it erodes our ability to experience (verb form) them.  This is as true of Robert Johnson as it is of “the glorious Ludwig van!”

Report this

By Anthony Bono, April 4, 2008 at 7:11 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

Heh, I’m guilty on most counts (each at a different point in my life) of Ms. Hamilton’s good natured indictment of blues fanatics.  This seems to be the Faustian bargain an artist makes with his or her audience.  Being an entirely subjective and ridiculously emotional medium, it comes as NO surprise that each and every dueling/contradictory perspective would be attached to these guys.  If anything, it’s testament to their abilities as musicians, performers and storytellers (ever get into a conversation with a fellow fan of Stanley Kubrick?!). 

The real irony to me is the fact that we love this form of art because its charm lies in its ability to transcend analytical thought and goes straight to the heart (whatever that is). 

And the real danger of “art in the age of mechanical reproduction”  is how easy one can use a song or a movie or any tiny element within pop culture as one’s primary source of identity.  That’s no good.  It’s too simplistic and it always misrepresents its author.

Report this

By krj44, March 30, 2008 at 2:04 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

that anyone that wants to learn about the blues get on hwy 61 coming out of memphis head south and hit every juke joint on your way south and listen to the blues live.keep a journal,study the people and have a great time.

Report this

By Stephen Smoliar, March 28, 2008 at 11:25 am Link to this comment

Greg, I appreciate what you say but disagree;  if you like, we can take this “outside” to my own site at:

http://therehearsalstudio.blogspot.com/2008/03/vindicated-by-john-dewey.html

Report this

By Andrew Taylor, March 28, 2008 at 1:09 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

It is unfortunate that in the course of discussing blues music people like this writer often label the white fans and beneficiaries of the music to be ignorant, naive or incapable appropriators.  Many of these people are afficionados at least as sophisticated as the writer of this article, consuming every book, article and album related to jazz and blues.  They may not have the cultural or generational context to play, fully absorb, or continue to evolve the music, but they sure put in the effort.  I think good bluesmen such as James Cotton (black harp player/singer with all the credentials and ability) appreciate having sidemen and fans who know their songs and like them, whatever their own cultural background.  Louis Armstrong, my hero regardless of minstrel-rooted stylings, responded to Uncle Tom criticism by expressing appreciation for his white audiences.  He pointed out that he hadn’t changed, it wasn’t his fault that black people stopped coming to his concerts, and he loved his audience unequivocally.  Whatever the compromises and inequities, then or now, an artist needs an audience (customers) in order to continue working.  They are people, not cultural artifacts, and they are often strong people who own themselves.  I do think white patronage had artistic drawbacks for people like Muddy Waters (who seemed to play differently for white audiences), but at least he made a good living resting on past laurels.  So there’s some old-man-no-longer-a-threat dynamic going on - there’s also a your-work-is-magnificent dynamic.  This article is guilty of focusing on the critics over the musicians, reflecting the book it reviews.  By the way - Ma Rainey among others was a better blues singer than Bessie Smith, and they both had stronger vaudeville roots than blues roots.  Few would claim W.C. Handy was a bluesman or that he invented the blues - he notated and standardized it for his mostly un-swinging bands.  And for white audiences!
America’s cultural heritage is a minefield and progress is slow, see the Obama speech.  By the way (this is Truthdig) - as a white man, I didn’t blink an eye at anything Reverend White said, and agreed with most of it.

Report this

By Greg Todd, March 26, 2008 at 7:38 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

Some people in academia have way too much time on their hands - or we have reached a point where doctoral theses need to be crammed into increasingly marginal and irrelevant, if ‘distinct’, spaces.

I suggest this entire area of academia—critics criticizing critics - be depth-charged, funding cut off, so people can get back to studying science or history and LISTENING to the blues, from Bessie Smith (if you like) to Robert Johnson to Washboard Sam to Sonny Boy W. and Little Walter…

Report this

By Stephen Smoliar, March 25, 2008 at 1:26 pm Link to this comment

The old Russian might spin in his Venetian grave;  but I need to invoke Stravinsky over one terminological nit, which is the distinction between HEARING and LISTENING.  These are his words:  “Others let the ears be present and they don’t make an effort to understand. To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.”

http://therehearsalstudio.blogspot.com/2007/08/death-of-communication.html

Aside from that nit, I think that Sam is right on message;  but there is a certain irony in the extent to which his message is tightly coupled to Peircian semiotics.  Consider the three layers of representation that support acts of listening:

There is the GROUND layer of an underlying TEXT.  This can be just about anything, from “The Star-Spangled Banner” through “Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam” to “That’s When I’ll Come Back to You.”  For the most part it serves for little other than hanging a name on the performance.

PERFORMANCE is the next layer, the ACTIONS you decide to take in rendering that text.  (This does not fit Peirce as well as the other two, because Peirce was more occupied with objects than with actions.  However, appealing to his framework with verbs instead of nouns is not a big stretch.)

LISTENING is the final layer, which Peirce called the layer of INTERPRETANTS.  In Dewey’s language it is the ACT OF EXPERIENCING the performance.  Dewey explained this better in terms of poetry.  However, his words are still useful:  “A new poem is created by every one who reads poetically—not that its raw material is original for, after all, we live in the same old world, but that every individual brings with him, when he exercises his individuality, a way of seeing and feeling that in its interaction with old material creates something new, something previously not existing in experience.”  In other words listening without synthesizing is just hearing.  Quack.

My guess is that Hamilton missed out on most of this.  One reason may have been that, like just about all of us, she was stuck with doing her best to listen (giving her the benefit of the doubt) to recordings.  A recording is rarely anything other than a REPRODUCTION of a performance, rather than a REAL performance (which gets us into Walter Benjamin territory).  A good listener may come up with good hypotheses about how Louis Armstrong performed on the basis of the recordings now available (particularly the early ones);  but those hypotheses can be neither affirmed nor refuted.  At best they allow us to have conversations about those three Peircian layers (which can provide helpful preparation for experiencing one of those “real” performances).

Report this

By SamSnedegar, March 25, 2008 at 11:40 am Link to this comment

as has been said of many other forms of art, blues can be identified by hearing it, not by claims from the players.

I can tell you what it is not: it is not an awful screeching noise made by overamped guitars which sounds for all the world like a sick jackass braying, nor is it a sliding, noteless search for a tone and a key by a singer who sounds more like a horse whinnying than anything else.

On guitar, Tiny Grimes knows it; Roy Clark, for all his talent with stringed instruments couldn’t play it on a bet. Charlie Christian knew exactly what it was and gave us the simplest notes played in the bluest blues imaginable. Louis Armstrong, like Christian, knew it intimately; Lester Young hadn’t a clue. Everything Ray Charles did was based on it until he and hundreds of others began to parody and destroy the form in a rain of ersatz blues that was better than Welk, but not really blues either. Sinatra and Tony Bennett knew it well, both probably learning from Mabel Mercer, and poor Como and Damone would never understand it.

Here’s a funny thing about blues: Sandi Patty put more blues into the Star Spangled Banner than Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix ever put into anything; anyone can learn to make noise with an amped guitar, but not everyone can then use that guitar for playing blues.

You know better what is NOT blues than what is, and what is not is most of the crap that musicians offer and call the blues. It’s not a black thing or a white thing; it is what it is, and Jimmie Rodgers, an early country singer, had it down better than Nat Cole—-who was a fine musician, but didn’t do blues well at all.

Can I tell you what is and isn’t blues? I can when I hear it, and so can you. Porgy and Bess is filled up with it, but 99% of the singers you will hear doing that opera won’t “get” it, and will never be able to follow George Gershwin down that road. Benny Goodman knew all about it; maybe he learned it from Teddy and Charlie and Hamp, but maybe he taught THEM some of it too…..

Report this

By Bill Blackolive, March 25, 2008 at 8:51 am Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

I have little time these days and a hell of a time sometimes trying to place comments at truthdig.  I must wonder, being I am all my life shaking some people when I have not even decided to do so, maybe there are some twisted engineers at good Sheer’s site. Meantime, yay for Cynthia McKinney.

Report this

By Wayne Trujillo, March 23, 2008 at 5:58 pm Link to this comment
(Unregistered commenter)

Aesthetics often drown out the cultural and social implications; seldom are they heard by the general population. Case in point: most would define the difference between gospel and blues music as something as simple as heaven and hell. But both idioms reside in purgatory more than a biblical promise or punishment. Bliss and blues both occupy a place within the African-American community right here on earth.  We all know that pain and depression bring out the best in the blues. But what brought the blues into the church? Mahalia Jackson, Marion Williams and Brother Joe May are the spiritual antithesis of the blues—deals with the devil, jukejoints and bars. But their recorded testimonies rival the best that the blues have to offer. Scholars and acolytes might praise the African-American artists of past years—both blues and gospel—but with few exceptions, the greatest musicians are relegated to obscurity. For me, the enjoyment of their artistry isn’t just the brilliance of their music, their unflagging attitude and glorious vocals, but discovering the physical, social and cultural environment that nurtured and shaped that artistry. Whether in this latest essay or in his must-read history of gospel music, The Gospel Sound, Anthony Heilbut reveals the people,  spirit and circumstance that comprise black blues and gospel music as much as any piano, percussion, guitar or vocal.

Report this

By blues1, March 21, 2008 at 6:00 pm Link to this comment

I play blues. I started trying to perform in the late 60’s. I have listened to as much as possible. I play blues. It is 2008. If you hear me, you will agree. If you do not play blues, you will not know what to say or write about it. All scholars are wrong about the blues, unless they play it.

Report this

By Stephen Smoliar, March 21, 2008 at 12:34 pm Link to this comment

However all those theorists of different stripes may philosophize, I continue to hold to the precept that ANY MUSIC only EXISTS when it is performed.  Preferably, the performance is “there on the spot;”  but, if properly executed, a good “live” recording may serve as an adequate substitute.  The corollary of this proposition is that musical understanding can only be revealed when musicians come together to play.  When those encounters are “cross-cultural” (as when the ethnomusicologists tried to perform with his/her “informant,” to keep the language as neutral as possible) the results can run the gamut from inspiring to embarrassing.

To move from the abstract to the concrete, consider the rehearsal footage from the documentary CHUCK BERRY:  HAIL! HAIL! ROCK ‘N’ ROLL.  Specifically, consider the “frank and open” recording of Berry’s frustration with Keith Richard, who just CANNOT play an opening lick the right way.  It is easy enough to write this off to Richard’s drug-addled brain;  but I would call that, as my health teacher used to say, a “predisposing cause.”  The REAL problem was that, at a very fundamental level, Richard could not HEAR what Berry was playing;  and, because he could not hear it, he could not reproduce it.  When he listened to Berry, he automatically translated it into how he (Richard) would play it, thus totally losing touch with what Berry wanted (and almost getting beaten to a pulp by Berry for his ignorance).

This “Keith Richard effect” is the bane of any ethnography.  It is why there is so much insistence on having SOME kind of faithfully recorded document, because, as Clifford Geertz knew full well, you cannot perceive ANYTHING without INTERPRETING your sensory impressions;  and it is almost impossible to come up with an interpretation that does not obscure at least some of the signal with noise.  Hamilton makes a lot of good assertions of her own;  but, ultimately, she is probably too hard on the inevitable human frailties of those who hung their reputations on their perceptions.  At the end of the day, those perceptions can never be anything other that a really weak hook!

Report this
 
Right 1, Site wide - BlogAds Premium
 
Right 2, Site wide - Blogads
 
Join the Liberal Blog Advertising Network
 
 
 
Right Skyscraper, Site Wide
 
Join the Liberal Blog Advertising Network
 

A Progressive Journal of News and Opinion   Publisher, Zuade Kaufman   Editor, Robert Scheer
© 2014 Truthdig, LLC. All rights reserved.