Tuesday, June 20, 2017

$10,000 to Save Mt. Zion Church Clarksdale Press Register - 1990

$10,000 to Save Mt. Zion Church
Clarksdale Press Register - 1990

On his recent trip to Clarksdale, vintage guitar dealer Raymond "Skip" Henderson of New Brunswick, N.J., displays a check for $10,000 donated by Columbia Records to the Robert Johnson Memorial Fund. Henderson organized the non-profit corporation with Clarksdale attorney Walker Sims to preserve Mt. Zion M. B. Church near Morgan City where the blues giant Robert Johnson may have been buried. The recent remastering of Robert Johnson's records by Columbia and their skyrocketing-success on Billboard charts has produced an in-tense interest in Johnson's life and death. A strong supporter and fundraiser for Clarksdale/s Delta Blues Museum, Henderson is concerned about preserving blues landmarks in Mississippi. 

Monday, June 19, 2017

Chimney Sweep & Fireman Gets an Early Education of The Blues


Fireman Gets an Early Education of The Blues
By Larry Biz - Clarksdale Press Register - 2005 


Rack 'em up. That phrase is associated with someone familiar with life around a pool hall. Robert Birdsong says he learned a lot about the more important aspects about Clarksdale from being a "rack boy" in his youth. "I was a 'rack boy' at a pool hall and got paid a nickel every time I racked them up," informed Birdsong, a captain with the Clarksdale Fire Department, who also operates a tour guide service up and down the Delta which is more of a hobby than a "money maker," he told Clarksdale Exchange Club members. 

Birdsong worked as a
chimney sweep in the 1980s
Birdsong said when he was seven he found a directive from his father "not to cross the railroad tracks" to the poorer side of town irresistible. Birdsong said he developed a love for Clarksdale's best known commodity—the blues—at an early age. A lot of people who hung around pool halls strummed their guitars and played their harmonicas. After Birdsong graduated from high school in 1972, he moved to Memphis where he came across "juke joints" and blues performers in the older section of the downtown. When Birdsong returned to Clarksdale years later he began researching the history of the blues, dating back to 1900. Birdsong said the blues got a major push from WC. Handy, known as the "Father of the Blues" when he wrote in his autobiography in 1903 about experiences in Clarksdale after riding a train into town from Tutwiler. Birdsong said Handy wrote about hearing some "weird sounding music" that came from a guy playing a wind instrument. The weird sound was the blues, Bird-song said. Handy's fondness of the blues helped popularize it and turn into a true American folk art. 

Birdsong smiling big
Handy came to Clarksdale to direct a band called the Knights of Pythias. It turned out to be a lucrative venture for Handy who stayed in Clarksdale for six years, according to his autobiography. "The Year of the Blues was celebrated in 2003, " Birdsong said. Birdsong said those who performed the blues instrumentally, vocally or both, were often associated with "destitute" people who were around railroad depots and in juke joints. Birdsong said when Charles Peabody came down to the Mississippi Delta in 1902 from the Smithsonian Institute excavated Indian mounds he found remnants of the blues. Birdsong recalled meeting John Wrencher playing a harmonica in Memphis and how the bluesman scrimped to save enough money to go to St. Louis and later to Chicago to ply his musical skills. 

Click HERE to visit John Wrencher's memorial page

Birdsong said Wrencher returned to his roots in Clarksdale near the end of the 1970s. After a relentless, seven-year search for Wrencher's gravesite Wrencher said he found the late bluesman's plot next to where Wrencher's father's body was buried. "I had to ask some neighbors who knew Wrencher where he was buried." Birdsong said. Birdsong said an elderly woman directed him to some old burial plots in Shufordville, a community that has long since faded from memory, but was once located near present-day Lyon. Birdsong said many lesser known blues performers are buried in the Delta without grave markers. Birdsong said some aspiring young blues performers in their late teens and early 20s are trying to find a breakthrough in the recording business. 

John Wrencher in Belgium
He said what holds some back is their lack of "work ethics" which older and many deceased blues performers had ingrained in them from their childhood. "We have some really talented young artists who need time to develop their skills," Birdsong. Pointing to several individuals who made Clarksdale their adopted home for Blues performances, Bird-song said Joe Willie "Pine-top" Perkins was among them. Perkins, now 91, has been nominated for a 2005 Grammy in the Traditional Blues category for his CD, "Ladies Man." The Grammys will be presented Feb. 13 at The Staples in Los Angeles. As for his touring service, Birdsong said he often provides excursions to folks traveling through the Delta, giving them an overview of the region and its blues history. "I'll take them wherever they want to go in the Delta," Birdsong said. 



Blues Guitarist's Lack of Documentation Threatens Opportunity to Tour in Italy

Blues Guitarist's Lack of Documentation
Threatens Opportunity to Tour in Italy 
By Leah Square 2007 - Clarion Ledger


Lee Chester Ulmer was invited on an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy, an offer he gladly accepted. But when the plane leaves today, he doesn't know if he will be on it. 

The 78-year-old Ellisville blues guitar musician, who hopes to join the Mississippi-based band Afrissippi for a weeklong gig, has been on an adventure of a different kind — trying to get a passport. 
Without the proper paperwork, not to mention the U.S. Department of State's passport logjam, Ulmer has faced an uphill battle since his application process started early last month.

He has no birth certificate, no baptismal certificate, no family Bible and there's no record he received a formal education. He even says he's never been to the hospital. While his friends describe him as a "treasure in Mississippi," Ulmer doesn't exist to the government because he has no certified documentation.

"I was born in the U.S., raised in the U.S. and am a citizen of the U.S.," Ulmer said, frustrated by his dilemma. "My daddy was a sharecropper, so you know I've got to be born here." 

Bizarre Circumstances 

Ulmer was born on a backcountry plantation in Stringer in 1928. He was delivered by a midwife, so there's no certified birth certificate or hospital birth certificate. He was baptized in a creek — so no baptismal certificate. He applied for a Census record online, but the request takes three to four weeks to process — time Ulmer didn't have. He attended all-black country schools that did not keep records. Ulmer doesn't have a family Bible because it was lost in a tornado in 1939. 

Both his parents are deceased. His 12 older siblings also are deceased, so there is no one to submit an affidavit of birth. He has never been on an air-plane. The musician took a personal trip to England on an ocean liner about 50 years ago, but passports weren't required back then. 

Aware of Ulmer's situation, friend and Oxford musician Justin Showah of the band Afrissippi helped file an expedited passport application May 8 at the main post office in Laurel. The four-member country blues band invited Ulmer in April to accompany them to Italy and play in a number of cities there, including Vienna, Parma and Siena. 

Ulmer supplied the post office with everything he had to prove his existence — driver's license, voter registration card, Social Security card, musician's union card and other documents. "It weighed about 10 pounds," he said. Post office employee Judy Smith said his application was in order and sent it to New Hampshire for processing. But Ulmer got a rejection letter nine days later. 

Road block 


The citizenship evidence Ulmer had provided was "unacceptable," the letter said. The letter addressed by the U.S. Department of State said Ulmer needed to submit a statement from the state registrar of records certifying there is no birth record on file, which must be accompanied by a public record created around the date of birth. Also, the photos taken at the post office were too dark.

Baffled at the sight of another road block, Ulmer hastily refiled his application equipped with an expedited 1930 Census record. Meanwhile, Showah wondered how Smith could not have known about the birth record state-ment and other papers Ulmer needed. "I mean, she does this all the time," Showah said. "The pictures she took were too dark, so that would have held it up anyway." Doug Kyle, communications programs specialist for the Laurel post office, said his office's only job regarding passports is to go by the application guidelines furnished by the Department of State. 

"There is a checklist of things we tell customers," Kyle said. "She was acting on the things we were given." Former Jackson City Council member Marcia Weaver, business manager of Jackson musician Dorothy Moore, heard about Ulmer's situation through a mass e-mail to music enthusiasts sent by the blues-man's friends. Weaver didn't know Ulmer personally, but was moved by his story. She contacted 4th District U.S. Rep. Gene Tay-lor's office for assistance. Tay-lor aide Bill Felder secured an appointment for Ulmer with the New Orleans Passport Agency for Thursday morning to see if anyone there could straighten out the mess. "It's pretty short notice to get something done," Felder said. "All we can do is call and get an appointment." 

But Ulmer never made it to New Orleans Thursday. Too weary from the long week of running around and "getting the runaround," Ulmer banked on getting his passport by Friday from the New Hampshire office. 

A National Problem 

Felder said Ulmer's situation was further compounded by the enormous backlog the Department of State is facing with the influx of passport applications. Passports are taking 10 to 12 weeks to process and arrive in the applicant's hand, said Department of State spokes-woman Janelle Hironimus. She also said a half million applications have slipped past the 12-week deadline.

"We're getting about 1.5 mil-lion passport applications per month, and we've had 17 million for the fiscal year," Hironimus said. She added that the Department of State hopes to be caught up by September. Hironimus said she could not comment on Ulmer's case, but Felder said Ulmer's situation is not uncommon.

"There are lots of folks out there with births that were never recorded, especially people Ulmer's age," he said. "We work these kinds of cases quite often." When the plane leaves for Italy today, Ulmer hopes to be riding high with the rest of the band. When asked if he was scared about possibly taking a plane ride for the first time, Ulmer replied, "nothin' don't scare me." 

The bluesman said it will be a "miracle from God" to secure a passport in time. If it happens, he says, it will be because of the help of many people. "You wouldn't believe all these people wanting me to make that journey. "It's an amazing feeling, like love just flowing (from) every-where. That's what it feels like."

Friday, June 16, 2017

The Afterlife of John Hurt - 1976

c. Gary Tennant
JOHN HURT 

David Brown
Greenwood Commonwealth 1976

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Hurt recorded two songs in Memphis in February, 1928, the day before Willie Narmour and Shell Smith made their first recordings. Hurt's two were -Frankie" and "Nobody's Dirty Business," and they were the only ones Okeh would release. He was paid about $20 per song which, according to a researcher at the Library of Congress's Archive of Folk Song, was not a bad fee for untested musical talent at that time. John Hurt's records, however, sold in the hundreds, not in the thousands, according to a person who has traced his career. And a man who once helped manage him after his rediscovery commented simply, "they had no effect on his life. He was never a professional and it never occurred to him to be a professional." Hurt continued to play his music—almost every Saturday night, his wife remembers—in Avalon, Carrollton and Greenwood, never far from home. He was paid $5 per party, sometimes more. In about 1945, he moved onto property owned by A. R. Perkins, a teacher of vocational agriculture at the consolidated school in the Valley community. He farmed and tended cows on the place, living in a small house which still stands about a hundred yards off the road.

c. Gary Tennant
JOHN HURT WAS HEARD by a mass audience for the first time when two of his original recordings, "Frankie" and a variation on the John Henry story called "Spike Driver Blues," were released in 1952 as part of Folkways Record's American Folk Music anthology. From those two songs he acquired a circle of admirers who listened for the secret of the marvelous finger picking of a man they thought was dead. Sometime in either 1962 or 1963, the publisher of a magazine called Bluegrass Unlimited played a tape of the original Okeh recordings for a young folk music enthusiast named Richard Spottswood, who was then working the library at American University in Washington. They heard "Avalon Blues." The singer was Mississippi John Hurt, and Spottswood remembers that "I said, let's look at an atlas and see if we can see if there's a place called Avalon, Mississippi. And if we hadn't found it, there's no way in the world he would ever have been seen by people other than the ones who lived around him.- Spottswood had a friend named Tom Hoskins, a guitarist in his early 20s who had heard the Folkways cuts but not the tape, who was heading for Mardi Gras in a few weeks. He mentioned the Avalon connection to him. Spottswood remembers: "It was an interesting conjecture, it was not a discovery at this time. As far as I was concerned it was too good to be true. So many things could have happened, he could be dead, he could have moved away, just about anything. It was a long time after the fact to go down and find him sitting on his front porch waiting for someone to come by and pick up on him. And even if he was still there, there was no guarantee he could still be able to play." Hoskins gave it a try, making his way to Stinson & Co. at the foot of the Delta where he asked for Mississippi John Hurt. He was directed up the hill. Hoskins returned to Washington with a tape, a veritable Tutankamen of a tape, the singing of a legend. It was a tape, and a secret, worth its weight in gold.

HURT'S ASSET'S WERE NOT JUST his music, though, with the folk music boom well underway, there is no doubt the music alone could have made him, or someone else, a lot of money. His was a story which would become a classic in the business. Spottswood explains: "Hurt wasn't just a good musician, he had something which was very important in the 1960s. He had old record credentials and he had been a legend for years. The myth was accessible instantly and he had the music to back it up. In fact, it was impossible to lose"—and then he adds—"but everybody did.- But if everybody lost, neither Spottswood nor Hoskins could have predicted it when they drove back to Mississippi from Washington several weeks after the discovery. There secret was still a secret, and on March 15. 1963, John Hurt signed an a five-year contract with Music Research, Inc., a corporation they had formed March 11 to promote his music. The company would have exclusive rights to make recordings of his music or contract with other companies to make them, and exclusive rights to manage his performances. The company would get 50 per cent of "all gross compensation received by Artist from all sources as a result of Artist's professional activities." If he made more than $500 in the first five years of the contract, it would automatically be extended for another five years under the same terms.

A lawyer and folk enthusiast in Philadelphia who later functioned as Hurt's lawyer, and still watches over Jessie Hurt's royalty income for free, explained that the 50 per cent clause of the contract was the going rate for "unknown, unproved talent." It was a category which the legendary singer technically fit into, though his potential to draw crowds, sell records and make money was certainly far greater than your average "unknown talent." He didn't need any public relations. Time, Newsweek and the New York Times carried stories about him, as did folk music magazines. The line was predictable: out of the bowels of Mississippi a genius had been recovered, and they were complete with inaccurate comparisons of the pay he made in his semi-retirement here and the weekly check he got for performing in Washington coffee houses. A broad smile under a brown hat he had bought years before became his trademark. He made intermittent trips back to Avalon, but after giving the most spectacular performance in the history of the Newport Folk Festival that summer, he, his wife and two grandchildren moved to Washington. They lived on Rhode Island Avenue NW. Music Research put out several records in those first few years. At some point, however, a disagreement arose between Spottswood and Hoskins. There was a lawsuit between them, Spottswood separated from the company and Hoskins was left as the sole manager.


FOR ALL THE POTENTIAL, things were not going well, and so Hoskins was receptive when Vanguard Recording Society suggested in November, 1965, that he might do better if he shared Hurt's talent with another company. Vanguard had a reputation for producing high quality recordings of extremely talented folk singers. With its prestige and resources pushing a couple of good studio pressings, Hoskins figured he could make money through the back door, following them up with records produced by his own company. According to his account, he told a company official he would consider letting Vanguard make no more than two John Hurt records. On Nov. 30, however, Vanguard signed a contract with Hurt to produce at least two long-playing sides, and more at its option. The contract was to last a little over two years. It included a clause saying he agreed not to perform for the purpose of making records for any other company during the time of the contract and the five years that followed it. "You acknowledge that your services are unique and extraordinary," the paragraph ended. 

In a court document filed later, Hoskins said he did not know of the contract. He said he expected to get one from Vanguard sometime that month but got nothing, not even notification that Hurt had formally signed with the company. But because he was not going to get any money out of the arrangement he had informally agreed to, Hoskins did not protest when the record "Mississippi John Hurt Today" came out on the Vanguard label in 1966. As a skirmish between promoters began to take shape, people who knew and loved Hurt as a peaceable and self-effacing man complained in hushed tones to each other that he was being managed poorly and treated badly. One person who knew him from soon after his discovery until his death felt the original contract with Music Research was "unconscionable," considering the obvious market for his music the moment he was found to still be alive. Others felt he was either being worked too hard for a man in his mid-70s or managed inefficiently. One man recalls that Hurt himself told him once that he was unsatisfied, and toward the end of his life a friend unconnected with either Vanguard or Music Research even booked a few performances for him. Hurt was a heavy smoker with a history of heart trouble, and in cuts made in July, 1966 he can be heard breathing with difficulty. Soon afterward, he and his family moved back to Mississippi, settling in Grenada, not Avalon. He died there on Nov. 2, 1966. Vanguard put out a second record the year after his death. With the release of a third in 1971 and a fourth in 1972, Hoskins declared war. He claimed the contract was illegal, that it made his tapes and plans to make records from them worthless, and that Vanguard had been so deceptive as to record, without Hurt's knowledge, a live performance at Oberlin College and release it under the tile "The Best of Mississippi John Hurt." Music Research and the company which agreed to make its records filed suit against Vanguard and the man who helped set up original agreement. The plaintiffs demanded $500,000 in actual and punitive damages from each defendant. Several months ago a New York court awarded Hoskins's company $275,000 in damages. The case is on appeal. 

JESSE LEE HURT, arthritic and barely able to walk, still lives with her two grandchildren in an apartment in Grenada. Sales of her husband's records have fallen off in recent years. Her royalties for half of 1972 were about $2,500, compared to $500 for half of last year. She has his hat and one of his old guitars. Two of his other instruments, including one the Guild company custom-built and gave to him, are owned by musicians in the North and West. Several years ago her only copy of one of the original Okeh records was stolen. The intentional or accidental exploitation of folk musicians, especially black ones, is a classic if not particularly well documented story of the 20th Century. At times it even seems inevitable—the dark by-product of the isolation and ingenuousness which bred the music and has kept it alive. Today, popular musicians survive on press agentry, the skill of their recording companies and the advice of lawyers and investment counselors as much as they survive on their native talents. Rock groups threaten to smash their guitars or walk out the back door if they don't have their $100,000 check before the house lights go down. Anyone who even passed John Hurt on the street and said good morning to him could see that he was born of another era.

Whether he was a victim of some manner of exploitation is, of course, a matter of opinion, differing opinion, to be precise. Even if he was, the source of a certain amount of it was in the circumstances. "In retrospect, he never should have left Mississippi. He was too old to make that transition, and too vulnerable," Spottswood said recently. Jessie Hurt's explanation was simpler: "By rights, you know, John went into this when he ought've been coming out." Undeniably, a large number of people, who ranged from having much to nothing to gain from his success, showed him the kindness and trust which was one of his characteristics.They adjusted their lives to accommodate him, as he had adjusted his own. John Hurt died happy. The rancor which grew up around his musical career never included him and luckily did not blossom until after his death. He is buried in Carroll County, "right across over there in the woods a couple of miles. You couldn't find it with a helicopter," A. R. Perkins said, pointing north from his house. And, indeed, he was right—it took me three trips, the last with a guide, to find the grave. John Hurt used to have a saying—"I don't like no confusion." You can hear it in his music, you could sense it in his life and you can feel it in the place where he chose to rest.