.............................................................................................................................................................................
Showing posts with label Blind Willie McTell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blind Willie McTell. Show all posts

AUGUST 19, 2014: BLIND WILLIE McTELL DIED 55 YEARS AGO TODAY

Blind Willie McTell died at 4.25am local time in the Ingram Building of Milledgeville State Hospital, Georgia, 55 years ago today.


 As my book Hand Me My Travelin' Shoes reports:


Whether Willie was taken into Milledgeville [after his second stroke] by ambulance or train we don’t know, but he arrived on Wednesday August 12, without any luggage or money, and after a partial examination he was placed on the ward for acutely ill patients. The doctor who saw him found him “poorly nourished”. He had no strength in his right hand, and after being asked several times how long this had been the case, he said it had happened the previous night. He could not stand up unaided, and in the days that followed, he had to be cared for in every way, and remained “always quiet”.
            The medical notes [I] obtained from Atlanta show that his condition was monitored constantly, and in great detail... On admission, he was given a “partial physical” examination by a doctor, whose report was typed up that day, and his temperature, pulse and respiration were measured. Relevant aspects of his “blood chemistry” were measured at least once daily, and the results logged. A sheet of doctor’s orders included putting him on a salt-free diet, fitting a catheter and prescribing tablets on the day of his admission and making changes in his medication two days later.
            A serological report was typed up and he was given a Wasserman Test the day after he arrived, and by the next day his chest x-ray had been developed, analysed and written up. The day before he died, the “lab girl” was told to check things every four hours (though she seems to have skipped two of these). His breathing, pulse and temperature were measured and logged twice daily throughout the week; his medicine, quite rightly, was specified item by item, daily.
            His severe deterioration on August 18 was noted promptly  -  the medical note “get stat blood sugar” implies that they were worried he was going into a diabetic coma  -  and they put him on a drip twelve hours before he died. Presumably to cover themselves, a letter dated August 18 was sent from the Director and the Clinical Director to [Willie's uncle and friend] Gold Harris, saying “This is to advise you that the above named patient is being treated on the ward for acutely ill patients and…We regard his condition as potentially critical and such that he is likely to make a sudden change for the worse and the end come abruptly.”
            He died at 4.25 next morning, Wednesday August 19. The death certificate gave the cause of death as cerebral hemorrhage. The hospital’s more detailed notes were that Dr. M.E. Smith “offered a diagnosis in this case, of: CBS (Cerebral Brain Syndrome), associated with circulatory disturbance, other, cerebral hemorrhage, left side, with psychotic reaction.”
            Today, the diabetes would be better managed, and we would term it Cerebral Vascular Accident rather than CBS. The hemorrhage was on the left side of his brain, so that it was the right side of his body that was impaired. He might well have had cerebral vascular disease for some time, and the earlier stroke may have been part of that: clearly from the medical evidence here, something had happened around nine months previously  -  that is, at the time of [his uncle] Coot’s and [his wife] Helen’s deaths  -  that propelled him into much greater illness. By the time he arrived at the hospital, the nerve-endings in his leg were impaired by blood not reaching it properly.
            There was one more significant fact in the medical records. The Wasserman Test result showed that Willie had syphilis. His “very small eyeballs” and their “opacity” therefore suggests that there may have been  -  may have been  -  congenital syphilis. This, passed through the placenta from the mother, can reveal itself in many other physical abnormalities, which Willie did not have (commonly an odd bridge to the nose), but congenital syphilis could certainly account for under-developed eyeballs and perhaps their congenital cataracts...
            So it might be that this information from the very end of Willie’s life tells us something about its very beginning.

JOTTING DOWN NOTES: FRANK EDWARDS

I was lucky enough to meet and interview Georgia blues musician Frank Edwards not long before he died. I was researching the life of Blind Willie McTell, and they had been friends - or certainly acquaintances - in the 1930s. Aptly enough, I suppose, by the time I caught up with him in 2001, he was a regular in the Atlanta city bar called Blind Willie's. I wrote up our brief encounter in Hand Me My Travelin' Shoes: In Search of Blind Willie McTell  but today (20 March 2014) being the 105th anniversary of Frank Edwards' birth, I reproduce the notebook pages written at the time - a small tribute to a likeable artist and man:

And here's that recording of Three Women Blues:



Carey Bell was actually 64 at the time of his appearance that night. Frank Edwards died in March 2002, Carey Bell in May 2007.


MY U.S. TOUR OF TALKS!

The last college to have clinched, as it happens, is the first I'll be visiting, but here now, all confirmed, is the full list of my US tour dates, starting in 12 days' time:

MONDAY SEPTEMBER 23: BROOKDALE COLLEGE, LINCROFT NJ
audio-visually illustrated: Bob Dylan & the Poetry of the Blues
Brookdale Community College, 765 Newman Springs Rd, New Jersey 07738
7pm; Navesink Rooms 1 & 2; admission free

WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 25: CRESTVIEW HILLS, KENTUCKY
audio-visually illustrated talk: Bob Dylan & the Poetry of the Blues
Thomas More College, Crestview Hills, Kentucky 41017
7pm; Steigerwald Hall, Student Center

free admission; open to the public

THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 26: HANOVER, INDIANA
audio-visually illustrated: Bob Dylan & the Poetry of the Blues
Hanover College, Hanover IN
7pm; other details tba


TUESDAY OCTOBER 1: JONESBORO, ARKANSAS
audio-visually illustrated: Bob Dylan & the Poetry of the Blues
Arkansas State University, Jonesboro AR
7.30pm; Carl R. Reng Students Union Auditorium
free admission; open to the public

THURSDAY OCTOBER 3: SEARCY, ARKANSAS
audio-visually illustrated: Bob Dylan & the Poetry of the Blues
Harding University, Searcy AR
7pm; Cone Chapel

free admission; open to the public

MONDAY OCTOBER 7: NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
audio-visually illustrated: Bob Dylan, McTell & the Blues
Tulane University, 6823 St Charles Ave, New Orleans, LA 70118
5pm; Dixon Recital Hall
; free admission; open to the public

TUESDAY OCTOBER 8: AMHERST, NEW YORK
audio-visually illustrated: Searching for Blind Willie McTell
Daemen College, 4380 Main Street, Amherst, NY

7.30pm; Alumni Lounge, Wick Center; free admission

JIMMIE RODGERS DIED 80 YEARS AGO


Here's my entry on Rodgers in The Bob Dylan Encyclopedia:

Rodgers, Jimmie [1897 - 1933]
Jimmie Rodgers was born in Meridian, Mississippi on September 8, 1897, disproving General Sherman’s post-march announcement of the 1860s that ‘Meridian no longer exists!’ Rodgers, looking in his publicity pictures like a cross between Bing Crosby and Stan Laurel, was ‘the father of country music’ yet was mesmerised by the blues, a genre to which he contributed and with which he became familiar from working alongside black railroad labourers. Hence his other appellation, ‘the Singing Brakeman’.

(The railroad line, and even the train, still runs through Meridian, which is built on a rise. The track crosses a wide street that climbs to tall, elderly buildings, some of which must have gone up during Jimmie’s childhood.)

Rodgers, the inventor of the Blue Yodel, had a short life and a brief career. He had already contracted tuberculosis and had to give up his dayjob by the time he was discovered and first recorded by Ralph Peer in 1927, and his last session was 36 hours before his death, which was in New York on May 26, 1933. In the five and a half years in which he recorded he cut 110 sides. You can get them all on a 6-CD set.

At least he enjoyed stardom while he lived, as well as posthumously. Recognised in his own lifetime as having initiated an important idiom, it has proved enduring since. His records were astoundingly popular, selling in huge numbers, and he became the first rural artist to match the commercial success of Northern popular singers.

His fame in segregated Mississippi sometimes had surprising results. At the huge and wanky King Edward Hotel in downtown Jackson, Rodgers, hearing marvellous Tommy Johnson and Ishman Bracey on the street, brought them up to the hotel roof to perform for his own audience. This black ragamuffin act, plucked off the street, bemused the supper-club crowd, but Rodgers knew talent when he heard it.

This is what Bob Dylan said of him in the Biograph  interview of 1985: ‘The most inspiring type of entertainer for me has always been somebody like Jimmie Rodgers, somebody who could do it alone and was totally original. He was combining elements of blues and hillbilly sounds before anyone else had thought of it. He recorded at the same time as Blind Willie McTell but he wasn’t just another white boy singing black. That was his great genius and he was there first...he played on the same stage with big bands, girly choruses and follies burlesque and he sang in a plaintive voice and style and he’s outlasted them all.’

As early as May 1960, and again that fall, Dylan was recorded performing Rodgers’ ‘Blue Yodel No. 8 (Muleskinner’s Blues)’ in Minneapolis, and ‘Southern Cannonball’ in East Orange, New Jersey in February or March 1961. The Rodgers influence on the young Dylan was perhaps not wholly beneficial. The repulsively maudlin ‘Hobo Bill’s Last Ride’ (written by West Texas farm boy Waldo O’Neal, and, at his sister’s urging, submitted cold to Rodgers in 1928) influenced Dylan’s deservedly obscure ‘Only A Hobo’. Both lyrics make the same crude attempt at rhetoric, in protest-singer-saintly style: ‘just another railroad bum...’, whines Rodgers; ‘Only a hobo...’, whines Dylan. As Rodgers sings it, though, the melody for ‘Hobo Bill’s Last Ride’ shares quite a bit with that of ‘I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night’, which is, in turn, the song behind Dylan’s own ‘I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine’ - in which altogether more complex issues of saintliness, and guilt, come in for a fine, detached scrutiny, light-years ahead of either ‘Only A Hobo’ or ‘Hobo Bill’s Last Ride’.

Dylan and Johnny Cash’s duets, recorded in Nashville on February 19, 1969, included ‘Blue Yodel No.1’ and ‘Blue Yodel No.5’, and it may have been from their presence in ‘Blue Yodel No.12’, recorded a week before Rodgers’ last session, that Dylan took the essentially commonstock couplet ‘I got that achin’ heart disease / It works just like a cancer, it’s killin’ me by degrees’ and re-processed it into his own line ‘Horseplay and disease are killin’ me by degrees’ on ‘Where Are You Tonight (Journey Through Dark Heat)?’ on Street Legal.

Mules’ years later, Dylan went into the studios in Chicago in June 1992 and recorded, among other things (see Bromberg, David) Rodgers’ ‘Miss The Mississippi and You’. It is one of only four tracks from that session to have circulated. In Memphis, two years later, he recorded Rodgers’ ‘My Blue-Eyed Jane’ for a tribute album that was, reportedly, a project Dylan initiated. We first heard a tantalising snatch of one take on the CD-ROM Highway 61 Interactive in 1995, its woodsmoke guitars making it sound almost like an outtake from New Morning; a second complete take circulated among collectors in 1996, on which shared vocals by Emmylou Harris had been overdubbed in the interim; and then later that year a third version, with Dylan’s vocal re-recorded and Harris’ removed, supplanted both, and saw release on what turned out to be the first release on Dylan’s own Egyptian Records label, in the collection finally issued as The Songs Of Jimmie Rodgers - A Tribute.

More recently still, Dylan pays Rodgers the further tribute of impersonating him, in jest, on a re-recording of a Slow Train Coming song with Mavis Staples (see the entry ‘Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking’ [2003 version]); and in 2004, in Chronicles Volume One, Dylan returns us to the beginning of Rodgers’ impact upon him, which he says was back in Hibbing, in the days before his earliest performances of the material:

‘One of the reasons I liked going there [to Echo Helstrom's house], besides puppy love, was that they had Jimmie Rodgers records, old 78s in the house. I used to sit there mesmerized, listening to the Blue Yodeler, singing, “I’m a Tennessee hustler, I don’t have to work.” I didn’t want to have to work, either.’

[Jimmie Rodgers: complete recorded works, from ‘The Soldier’s Sweetheart’, Bristol TN, 4 Aug 1927, to ‘Years Ago’, NY, 24 May 1933, on The Singing Brakeman, Bear Family BCD 15540-FH, Germany, 1992. Bob Dylan: ‘Miss the Mississippi and You’, Chicago, 4-21 Jun 1992, unreleased; ‘My Blue-Eyed Jane’, Memphis, 9 May 1994, vocals re-recorded unknown location early May 1997, The Songs Of Jimmie Rodgers - A Tribute, Various Artists, Egyptian/Columbia Records 485189 2, NY, 1997. Bob Dylan: Chronicles Volume One, 2004, p.59. The book on Rodgers is Nolan Porterfield’s Jimmie Rodgers: the Life and Times of America’s Blue Yodeler, Champaign, IL: University of Illinois Press, 1979.]

JOHNNY RAMONE'S BEST 10 ELVIS BOOKS

The late Johnny Ramone trashed, among other things, the stereotype of the rock musician as being ditzy on facts and figures, dates and detail. (As, in the world of the blues, did Blind Willie McTell.) Johnny Ramone even compiled lists in notebooks (“the black books”) detailing gigs played, films seen and, as reproduced here, his Top Ten of Elvis Presley books:
  1. Last Train to Memphis
  2. Careless Love
  3. Elvis Up Close
  4. Elvis Aaron Presley: Revelations From the Memphis Mafia
  5. That’s Alright Elvis
  6. Elvis: What Happened?
  7. All About Elvis
  8. The Elvis Encyclopedia
  9. Down at the End of Lonely Street
  10. The Elvis Atlas
Yes, it's another end of year list. My excuse is that I co-wrote The Elvis Atlas. I don't spend time imagining which famous people don't read my work (I don't have that much time), but it came as a pleasant surprise to learn that a Ramone had been among the few who did.