In which oldies, string-driven things, blues with a feeling, field recordings (mostly from the American Southeast), and a few novelty records about othering sit together at one table, fiddling with their party favors and wondering who’s going to say what first.
a divshare refugee, first uploaded October 2008
We begin with a portion of
Sir Arthur Sullivan’s letter to Thomas Edison, recorded to cylinder in England on October 5th, 1888; truly the beginning of the end.
Gary Kail’s “Media Saturation” is early 80’s LA collage damage.
“Journey into Space” comes from a friend’s father, who as a carny in Atlantic City would play this record for amusement rides.
Vess L. Ossman’s smokin’ ”Smoky Mokes” was cut in 1900. Ossman was the eddie van of his day, and recorded for virtually every label of the time. This tune stuck around for a while, too; I know some western swing bands played it. Although people classify stuff like the
Brilliant Quartette’s “Hear Dem Bells” as the vulgar distortion of minstrelsy (and it sort of am), I hear a lot of actual white folk hollering in there too, which therefore makes this c.1896 Berliner an early antecedent to country recording indeed.
Next, Scotch mystic absurdist
Ivor Cutler offers some beekeeping advice, followed by a bit of
Jim Fassett’s “Symphony of the Birds” and some colonial residue from the Indian film
Junoon. Continuing the ethnoforgery,
Lincoln Chase throws some real Africa into his “Deep in the Jungle” routine, but is almost outdone by the sheer obtusity of
Lou Berrington’s “The Kwela,” whose intended audience one can hardly imagine (the slightly less impenetrable flip’s been comped on
Arf Arf).
Moving on,
Dick Clair delivers social commentary at its most wry with “Hi, Dad,” an answer record (and not the only one, at that), to Confused Father anthem “Letter to a Teenage Son.” More hammers hit the felt with
Hobart Smith, a master of folk musics who recorded prolifically on many instruments. Here he bangs out a simple but deliciously syncopated “Fly Around my Blue-Eyed Girl.”
Herschell Brown’s spoons hit too near the horn on “Spanish Rag,” nearly obscuring a fine raga-rag plectrist (whose name, it should be recorded, is L.K. Sentell), and then music hall belter
Billy Bennett encourages us to wave our pints in the air and cry along with “Don’t Send my Boy to Prison.”
Then we set a course for Middle Eastern Virginia and the syncopated banjo of
John Lawson Tyree: “Hop Along Lou”
is an awful good tune to dance off of. Can’t get enough of the Turkish saz-wielding from
Sezai Ulukaya: “Kavalla Oyun Havasi” is from a ubiquitous Nonesuch (you probably have it filed).
Buddy Sarkisan & Fred Elias’s “Tempo of the Veils” can be classified under “songs from belly dance records that don’t suck,” and
Pat y Mary’s “Mustafa” proves that it wasn’t just American ladies that had a thing for sheiks.
Remaining south,
Los Diablos Rojos pull out their guitars’n bongos and swing hard on “El Picor,” and
Grupo Guitarras Internacionales (who were actually Cubano) follow with a “Danza Campesina” drenched in Folkways realness, and as intricate and delicate as hand cut doilies. On “Hasta Siempre,”
Carlos Puebla lays down the suave before brand Buena Vista was everywhere.
Drawing back another iron curtain,
Arcady Severny’s heart-wrenching Soviet blues “The Engine Expands,” sounds like it was recorded on an x-ray and subsequently smuggled into an American pressing plant. The
Man in Black reminds us about that Cold War thing, but we can quickly forget it with the nourishing wellspring of swamp soul:
Big Walter’s bold yet tender “Never Too Old” is maybe one to play over my box of pine. Speaking of eternal flames, check the solo on
Guitar Slim’s “Story of My Life.” The amp is weak, but the spirit is willing. And
Marvin & Johnny’s “Ain’t That Right?” might sound like decent Diddley beat R&B, but stick around for that polecat tearing out of the hills slobbering all over your damn picnic. Are you sure Slam did it like that? Throwing back further:
Munro Moe Jackson’s “Go Away From my Door” was cut for Mercury in 1949 but it’s pre-war as heck, even besides the throat singing. Incidentally,
Ruby Glaze recorded that long ago too, but
Big Joe Williams’ guitar brings her back, and Pete Welding was thankfully around to capture it: “Rising Sun, Shine On.” On the other hand, folklorist Lawrence Gellert may have rightly earned the trust of the many black North Carolinian men who sat before his recorder, but its still unpublished who sang “
White Folks Ain’t Jesus,” or even when (sometime in the 1930’s or 40’s).
Returning one state north again, where black accordion saw an unexpected survival (I’d be an expert if my record came with the booklet).
Clarence Waddy’s “Eve” wheezes and moans like the Arcadians settled in tidewater VA. Meanwhile, Louisianan
Lawrence Walker asks (pleads, really) on “What’s The Matter Now?,” Cajun emo at its most raw. And then yet another field recording, this time from the mic of John Storm Roberts, most of whose legacy is egregiously out-of-print. “
Mango Time” is Jamaican, from sometime in the 70’s. And finally,
Fred Ramsey captured a tragicomic country brass band misfire in Alabama in 1954, and it is there that we leave it.
