Showing posts with label Blues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blues. Show all posts

Thursday, January 27, 2011

First-ever Clarksdale Film Festival begins today

I'm in Clarksdale, Mississippi for the very first Clarksdale Film Festival, which starts today and runs through Sunday. Presented by the Clarksdale Downtown Development Association (which also hosts the Juke Joint Festival every April), it will focus on films that highlight the music, culture, and people of the Delta.  

There are several music and blues documentaries on the schedule, as well as features like Prom Night in Mississippi, Paul Saltzman's 2008 documentary about the first integrated Charleston, MS high school prom (funded by Charleston resident Morgan Freeman), and Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation, filmed by three Mississippi teenagers over a seven-year period in the 1980s. Personally, I'm looking forward to seeing Standing the Test of Time: Bobby Rush (with Mr. Rush in attendance), and Robert Mugge's Scissormen doc Big Shoes: Walking and Talking the Blues (the Scissormen will also perform at Cat Head Delta Blues & Folk Art on Saturday afternoon).  My friends Joe York and Scott Barretta's documentary short Smokes & Ears, about Jackson, MS's Big Apple Inn and its famous pig-ear sandwiches, will also screen Saturday afternoon.  





Check out the entire schedule by clicking on the banner below.  If you're in the area, hope to see you there! (And while I'm in town, maybe I can get an update on the fate of WROX . . .)


Further reading:

Inaugural Clarksdale Film Festival starts today (Scott Barretta/Clarion-Ledger)

Clarksdale Film Festival (Delta Bohemian)


Thursday, January 6, 2011

The end of WROX?


I still enjoy listening to radio.  Terrestrial, local, regionally-defined radio of the kind you almost can't find anymore, and when you do it's like a drink of cool, clear water.  I wonder if, in this post-digital, corporate-conglomerate age, we're starting to forget just how powerful radio can be.  Hearing an unexpected song on the dial at just the right moment can change your life, as I can testify to.  If I hadn't heard Bob Dylan's magnificent "finger pointer" "Positively 4th Street" on Mobile, Alabama's WZEW that fine, bright afternoon in 2004, I might never have started listening to him more closely, and I certainly wouldn't be where I am today - writing about the music that I love.


My other all-time favorite radio stations are New Orleans' WWOZ and Clarksdale, Mississippi's WROX.  I discovered WROX while I was living in Oxford, Mississippi, which is about an hour east of Clarksdale. Being an Ole Miss Southern studies master's student who is passionate about music, I naturally gravitated towards this storied blues town, and one of the first historical locales I became acquainted with was the local radio station.

WROX was founded in 1944, and is the oldest station in northwest Mississippi.  It's had several homes around town, but its most noteworthy location was at 257 Delta Avenue.  From 1945 to 1955, the station was housed here, and it was here in 1945 that Early Wright joined the station's staff.


Early Wright was Mississippi's first African American DJ, and his six-nights-a-week program was one of the longest-running in American broadcast history.  For three hours, the "Soul Man" spun R&B records; afterwards, as "Brother Early," he played two hours of gospel music.  Often he wouldn't identify the artists whose records he was playing - he believed that his audience would already know them.  He was beloved by the Clarksdale community; his unique, folksy way with language - including his delightfully idiosyncratic advertisements for local businesses - made "everybody in Clarksdale feel as if he were talking directly to them," Living Blues founder Jim O'Neal told the New York Times in 1999.

Many seminal blues artists appeared live on WROX.  The list includes Clarksdale natives Ike Turner - who also hosted his own program for a time - and Sam Cooke; Sonny Boy Williamson II, whose "King Biscuit Time" program was shared with WROX by Helena, Arkansas' KFFA; Jackie Brenston, of "Rocket 88" fame; B. B. King; Robert Nighthawk; Rufus Thomas; and Pinetop Perkins.  Even Elvis Presley showed up one night and performed live on Wright's show.

Wright retired from broadcasting in 1997, after having been on the air for fifty years; that same year, the station was sold.  He passed away in 1999 at the age of 84.  The 257 Delta Avenue building, now on the National Register of Historic Places, hosts Kinchen "Bubba" O'Keefe's WROX Museum; it's open on festival weekends and by appointment.  The current location for the WROX office is at 628 Desoto Avenue, near the famous "Crossroads" of Highways 49 and 61.  The station is now owned and operated by Delta Radio LLC, based in Las Vegas, Nevada.


The front entrance of 257 Delta Avenue, the former home of WROX and 
currently the location of Bubba O'Keefe's WROX Museum.


The view inside the museum; it was closed the day I first visited Clarksdale.  
Note the old Coca-Cola signboard on the far right.

WROX's format has changed a few times over the years, but when I began listening in 2008 it was an oldies station, broadcasting hits from the '60s through the '80s.  As the signal doesn't quite reach all the way to Oxford, I would listen to the station at home through my iTunes.  It was here that I fell in love with the warm, monaural sound of AM radio.  That, combined with a playlist of music beloved from childhood, was very comforting to me while I was living alone in an unfamiliar town half a day from home.  I'd often leave my computer on at night and let the softly-playing station drift me away to sleep. 

On Saturday evenings the station would revert back to its blues and R&B roots, hosting shows such as Cathead Delta Blues & Folk Art proprietor Roger Stolle's "Cat Head Delta Blues Show."  It was while listening to the Saturday night blues programming that I had another of those epiphanic moments. Driving across a bright, storm-cleansed Delta on my way to see the Levon Helm Band in Robinsonville, I heard Blind Willie Johnson's 1930 recording of "Soul of a Man."  It may have been brand-new to me that afternoon, but I was singing along by the time it was over.  It had the same effect on me that the previous night's storms had had on the area I was traveling through; it washed away the dust and brought everything into sharp, almost painfully clear focus.  When was the last time a song did that for you?


Another thing I credit WROX with during this time is raising my awareness of the Beatles' American R&B roots.  In the mornings around 10:30 they would play two Beatles tracks back-to-back, and usually the offerings were their covers of '50s rock songs.  Though I've heard the Beatles all my life and certainly understood the importance of their musical legacy, I had yet to begin to really dig into and absorb their catalogue.  Listening to them in this context opened my eyes and gave me a new appreciation for the four gentlemen from Liverpool - and how, in a way, they helped "give" our music back to us in the '60s, spawning another musical revolution.  

The Beatles' 1964 cover of Larry William's "Slow Down" . . .


. . . and the 1958 original.


Since I've moved back to south Mississippi I've not listened to WROX much, but the other day I was feeling under the weather and decided to check in with the station via the internet.  Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was broadcasting modern country in FM format.  I checked the website and learned that effective December 31 it was simulcasting Cleveland, Mississippi's WKXY.  Confused and a little upset, I sent an email to the station's address and quickly received a reply from Larry Fuss.  He assured me that he would have loved to have continued WROX's former format, but that the majority of Clarksdale's businesses would not advertise with him for whatever reason, and that it was not fiscally viable for him to keep things as they were.  The station is currently for sale, and if anyone is interested in purchasing it, they can contact him here.  

Let me state that I'm not taking any political sides in this matter; again, I'm simply a music-loving college student who doesn't want to see this historic station die, and I present this story in that spirit.  Hell, if I could afford to buy it, I would - I dream of working at a station like the WROX of yore.  I can't imagine why the Clarksdale community wouldn't support it, as Larry says; there's obviously a story there, but I've no idea what it is.  Maybe it's simply that WROX has outlived its usefulness, but I don't really want to believe that's true.

Can WROX be saved?  Personally, I'd love to see it go the way of WWOZ - listener-supported, with volunteer DJs.  At the very least, I'd rather it be returned to its former format than to keep the one it has now, which is completely bereft of any reference to its historical and cultural importance.  I have no idea how to go about it, but I would think that with the many blues fans from around the world who come to Mississippi every year to see "where the blues began," that somehow it just might be possible.  What say you?

"technology to wipe out truth is now available. not everybody can afford it but it's available. when the cost comes down look out!  there wont be songs like these anymore. factually there arent any now." - Bob Dylan, from the liner notes to World Gone Wrong, his 1993 album of blues and folk covers 


The flyer announcing the installment of WROX's Mississippi Blues Trail marker at 257 Delta Avenue.  
To view images of the marker and read the accompanying text, click here

Thursday, November 4, 2010

This week's musical miscellany



This week the cable/satellite TV network Ovation has been celebrating "American Revolutionaries: Rock N Soul" with a series of fine music films and documentaries.  So far, the lineup has featured Johnny Cash: Half A Mile A Day, Jim Jarmusch's Neil Young: Year Of The Horse, Legends of Rock 'N' Roll  Live, Jimi Hendrix: American Landing, and Mahalia Jackson: The Power And The Glory - all highly recommended.

Tonight, Ken Mandel's Masters Of American Music: Bluesland airs at 9 pm EST.  The 1993 PBS doc traces the development and influence of the blues on American music and culture; the artists profiled include B. B. King, Mississippi Fred McDowell, Big Bill Broonzy, Muddy Waters, and Chuck Berry.  I've not seen this before, and I'm looking forward to it.  Ditto for tomorrow night's Janis; the 1974 Howard Alk biopic of rock's first female superstar will also air at 9 pm EST.

Both films have encore showings immediately following at 11 pm EST, and if you missed any of the others, Ovation will rebroadcast them at various times over the weekend.  Check out their schedule here.

Other items I've enjoyed this week: to celebrate the recent release of Bob Dylan's Bootleg Series Vol. 9 and the Original Mono Recordings box set, Columbia Records has produced both a short documentary film about the recording of the Witmark Demos and a cute faux-retro PSA advising us all to "Stick With Mono!"



Rolling Stone also debuted a new music video for Dylan's "Guess I'm Doing Fine," which uses archival footage of both Dylan and New York in the '60s.



If you're on the fence as to whether or not the Mono box is worth it, this review on Soundspike details the sonic differences between these remastered reissues and their previous CD incarnations.  I know what I want for Christmas this year!

I discovered a great new (to me) music blog the other day, courtesy of the fine folks at No Depression. Dustin Ogdin's tale of how he finally came to appreciate the music of Dylan and Peter Rowan in some ways mirrors my own musical journey.

One producer/musician I'm always eager to listen to is Daniel Lanois.  He's about to take to the road with his latest project, Black Dub, and you can preview the band's new album on NPR.

Robert Plant's recent appearance with the reformed Band of Joy at the BBC Electric Proms is available for listening here.  Better hurry, though - it will only be online for one more day!

While I'm waiting for Life and Vintage Vinos to arrive in my mailbox, I see Keith Richards has just told BBC Radio 6 that the Rolling Stones are working on new material and that a tour is in the works for 2011.  Listen to the interview here:



And in other Keef news, proof that sometimes angels do indeed have dirty faces.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song . . .

Sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong
Just a little glimpse of a story I’ll tell . . .
- from Bob Dylan's "Hard Times in New York Town"


No, this blog ain't about hard times in the Big Apple, the Big Easy, the Piney Woods, or any of my various other domiciles - present, former, or future.  There might be a little hard travelin' involved in the stories I'll tell, but being one who has the curse of a gypsy on her soul, that's all right, mama.  As a wall plaque gifted me by a dear friend reads, "Life is a journey, not a destination."  I'm always happiest when I'm on the road, on my way to a new adventure - well, except for the times when I'm listening to music.


I've loved music for as long as I remember.  I've been singing ever since I could talk - maybe even before.  And I love all kinds of music.  My parents listened almost exclusively to country while I was growing up, while my sister plastered her bedroom walls with Van Halen and Poison posters.  This, along with Top 40 '80s rock and the Baptist hymnal, was the soundtrack of my childhood.  I danced to Michael Jackson, sang along with Willie Nelson, fled in terror whenever my folks played the Saturday Night Fever LP on the stereo (much to their amusement), and enthusiastically participated in church choirs and the high school chorus.  It must have been a shock to them all when I was drawn to classical music after seeing the touring production of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera at the New Orleans Saenger Theater when I was 15.  Hell, it was a surprise even to me at the time - at least, until my mother told me that when I was a baby, she placed a radio by my crib and played classical music softly to lull me to sleep at night.  Then it all made perfect sense.  I went on to participate in two All-State Honor Choirs during my junior and senior years, and spent half of my undergraduate career studying classical voice.  


I wanted to be an opera singer - well, I thought I did, anyway.  After many years of stopping and starting, I finally accepted that my heart just wasn't in it.  I wouldn't trade those years for anything, though; I had some wonderful experiences - not least among them singing with the USM Symphony Orchestra and Chorus at Lincoln Center and studying with world-class teachers like Robert Mesrobian (who passed away just a week ago - may he rest in peace) and Linda Zoghby - established lifelong friendships, and had lots of fun and adventures along the way.  (Words to the wise: NEVER take a cab to Battery Park after dark, do NOT enter the auditorium late after Leontyne Price has resumed her masterclass, and ALWAYS watch out for those red lights!)  I still love to sing, and still harbor dreams of singing professionally in some form or fashion.  But at 25 I found myself drawn back to rock and roll, that sometimes electric, sometimes acoustic (and sometimes both at once) conglomeration of folk, country and blues that was always playing in the background while I was growing up.  Though it may have been yet another surprise, especially to those who had known me as an opera snob, it once again made perfect sense to me.  In my mind, I had come full circle.


I remembered how much I used to enjoy listening to the voices of Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, and Emmylou Harris on the radio - after all, when I was little, you COULD still hear them on the radio!  I remembered the first album I ever asked my parents for: an Elvis Presley cassette tape (which I believe I still have somewhere).  If any one artist's body of work has encompassed all of the vernacular musical forms that the American South has produced, it's that of Mississippi's favorite son - better known as the King of Rock and Roll.

And I remembered how obsessed I'd been with Eric Clapton's Unplugged album when it came out.  The songs I listened to endlessly weren't necessarily the hits "Layla" or "Tears in Heaven," though I loved those, too.  I was more fascinated with "Alberta," "Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out," "San Francisco Bay Blues," "Walkin' Blues," and "Malted Milk."  At 12 years old, I couldn't have told you why I was so drawn to these songs, and I'm not sure I could tell you now.  I just knew they were unusual, haunting, and compelling - like nothing I'd heard before.  I couldn't get enough of them.


The song titles notwithstanding, I had no idea that I was listening to blues, to covers of Robert Johnson and Jesse Fuller - let alone that I was living in the state that is arguably the birthplace of that uniquely American cultural product, that timeless art borne of injustice, inequality, and great suffering.  When it came back around to me at 25, I was ready to learn more and go deeper - into why and how the blues had been created, and why and how it came to influence the creative processes of my musical heroes.  


Thus I was spurred on to another adventure - to the pursuit of a Southern studies master's degree at Ole Miss, to work and write for Living Blues magazine, and to spend a year co-producing and engineering Mississippi Public Broadcasting's Highway 61 radio show.  It's also spurred me to attend as many concerts as time and money will allow, to see up-close and personal those whose music is such an indelible part of my existence - and, in some lucky cases, to meet them and tell them so personally. 


The photo in my blog's header was taken by me on November 25, 2009, in Tutwiler, Mississippi, after I'd attended the dedication ceremony for the W. C. Handy/Tutwiler Mississippi Blues Trail marker (where I met Robert Plant, a story I'll share later).  It was here in 1903 that Handy, the great African American popular composer, heard a "lean loose-jointed Negro" playing "the weirdest music [he] had ever heard," and was inspired to write songs that would earn him the title "Father of the Blues."  These signs are located on Highway 49 and point the way towards the old train depot/Trail marker site.  I like that one of them looks very much like a Gretsch guitar - as if to say, "Hey rockers, recognize - this is where it all began."  Though this blog will be, among other things, a place for me to celebrate the rock and roll music that I love so much, I also hope to explore the roots and conditions of its inspiration and creation.  


The title is taken from a song by the '60s folk-rock group Buffalo Springfield, the launching pad for musicians such as Stephen Stills, Neil Young, Richie Furay, and John Messina.  Here's a video of the reunited Stills, Young, and Furay performing "Rock and Roll Woman" at the 24th annual Bridge School Benefit concert this past weekend:





There's a woman that you ought to know
And she's coming, singing soft and low
Singing rock and roll, she's a joy to know
'Neath the shadow of a soothing hand
I am free there, just to make my plans
Dream of faraway lands, anything close at hand
And she will follow me wide, do you know
Familiar places she's been by, that I know
Could it be, she don't have to try
And tomorrow, she's a friend of mine
And the sorrow, I see her face is lined
She's no longer blind, she's just hard to find 
(Courtesy of musicsonglyrics.com)

My musical life has been a series of awakenings, both cultural and personal.  I believe that the music a person listens to says a lot about who that person is.  What do my choices say about me?  I'm still learning, still discovering.  I'm still on that journey; I'm not there, I'm gone.  Stay tuned . . .