In Search of the Blues
In Search of the Blues
Hardcover; 320 pages
Blues scholarship and archive documentation has undergone an important and much needed evolution since the 1990s. Hints of this renewed but different emphasis appeared in Stephen Calt's I'd Rather Be the Devil: Skip James and the Blues (Chicago Review Press, 1994), where the focus began turning from the artists themselves to the people seeking out the artists and spearheading the scholarship that lead to the blues revival of the early 1960s. It is a case where the quest for the subject becomes part of the subject.
Most recently, this new scholarship has begun fully emerging with Elijah Wald's Escaping The Delta: Robert Johnson and the Invention of the Blues (Amistad, 2004) and further amplified in Ted Gioia's Delta Blues (Norton, 2008). Marybeth Hamilton's In Search of the Blues shines a brighter, if imperfect light, on the study area.
Hamilton devotes the majority of her attention to the earliest writing about the indigenous music of the Mississippi Delta, beginning with the much covered story of W.C. Handy meeting the blues at the Tutwiler train station in 1903, as recounted in Handy's autobiography, Father of the Blues (Da Capo Press, 1985): "A lean, loose- jointed Negro had commenced plunking a guitar beside me as I slept...'Goin' where the Southern Cross the Dog.'"
Hamilton story tells of one Howard Odum, who, when studying at The University of Mississippi, was perhaps the first researcher to conduct field recordings in the Delta area. She spends a good deal of time on the interesting, if forgettable, Dorothy Scarborough and her quaint research into the African-American folk song. A large part of the book is dedicated to telling the story of John and Alan Lomax and the work they did recording for the Library of Congress in the 1930s and 1940s and the discovery and ultimate exploitation of Huddie "Leadbelly" Ledbetter after his release from Angola Prison in Louisiana.
After a short discussion of the early, hot jazz record collecting trio of Frederic Ramsey, Charles Edward Smith and William Russell and their love affair with pianist and bandleader Jelly Roll Morton, Hamilton finally gets down to business introducing her Robert Johnson of record collectors, one James McKune. Like the majority of Johnson's, the facts of McKune's life were at best sketchy. He was an impoverished record collector who lived for about 25 years in the Williamsburg YMCA on Marcy Avenue in New York City.
McKune was all but unknown except to a group of like-minded record collectors eventually dubbed "the Blues Mafia," who went on to set up record labels, assemble anthologies, author liner notes and blues histories that would ultimately define the blues as we understand it today. This group (and others after them) became instrumental in the rediscovery of many of these artists and the resultant blues revival of the early 1960s. It was among this important group of amateur researchers that McKune became a combination prophet, expert and madman of blues anthropology.
All that seems to be known of the early McKune is that he had a passing interest in music that eventually evolved into record collecting, specifically "race" records cut in the 1920s and 1930s. He possibly crossed paths with John Lomax's research and Alan Lomax's "List of American Folk Songs on Commercial Records." From this McKune was introduced to Robert Johnson, whose music moved McKune to seek out Black on Black Vocalion 78s with San Antonio master numbers (the same studio recording Johnson in 1936).
McKune haunted used record stores, flea markets and the Salvation Army looking for old blues recordings. He came upon a tattered copy of Paramount 13110, "Some of These Days I'll be Gone," recorded by Charlie Patton in 1929. Unable to listen to the disc in the record store, as was his customary practice, McKune purchased the platter and took it back to his room at the YMCA and listened to it. In that scratchy den of history, spiraling conically from his record player, McKune heard what he thought he had been looking for: the undiluted and unadulterated source of African American musicthe original American Negro voice. And in Hamilton's estimation, "it was there at the Williamsburg YMCA, in a single room sometime in the mid-1940s, that the Delta blues is born."
That is certainly provocative considering all that has been written about blues music between Samuel Charter's The Country Blues (Da Capo Press, 1960) and Hamilton's current offering.