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To many British readers, this review is going to be controversial for which I make no apology. However, I must stress that despite how uncomfortable this might be for some, I am only \u2018the messenger\u2019 for a story that has surprised me, as much as it may shock and offended others.<\/p>\n
Within the pages of this book first published in 2004, Elijah Wald candidly lifts the lid on a musical movement spawned under the illusion of folklore and myth promoted by a later 20th century generation of White Europeans. From a personal perspective as a musician who has played in a band suffering the puzzling indifferences of the British \u2018Blues\u2019 scene for some years, I will declare that I do have a justifiably and indisputable axe to grind. None the less, this book has provided answers to my bewildered train of thought, finally giving me the closure and clarity to move on as a musician and listener.<\/p>\n
Like most White folks living in England, I was under the impression that \u2018Blues\u2019 music was all about Black folks living under hardship, slavery, misery and knowing only their African musical roots. They would gather and listen to mysterious Blues men, hollering out songs of destitution, having fallen on hard times under the influence of liquor and selling their souls to the Devil at some desolate crossroads in the deepest, darkest area of the Mississippi Delta. These Blues men would be dressed in ragged clothes, bare foot, sitting on the porch of some scruffy shack house, playing a battered under-strung guitar, sliding the strings with a broken neck from the top of a whisky bottle, whilst a group of equally impoverished Black peasant workers sat listening intently, feeling their spirits elevate to a joyous state as the Blues shouter shared his stories of woe and misfortune.<\/p>\n
If that paints a picture you would like to associate with \u2018Blues\u2019 then be prepared for a cold, harsh wake-up call. Elijah Wald pulls no punches as he dispels the myth of a genre that never really existed as a post 1960s Europe reinvented it. He also makes no apologies for drawing on factual information already written elsewhere – but this is absolutely necessary to piece together his case with documented references to real events.<\/p>\n
Not an easy read, even for music aficionados; Wald covers a lot of ground with all the necessary details making it more of a dissertation than something you may want to put on your Kindle on a foreign beach vacation. However, if like me you have an intense urge for answers driven by years of frustration from trying but not understanding the British music consumer psyche, then the rewards from persevering through the chapters of this book are pure redemption.<\/p>\n
Well, there is \u2013 and there isn\u2019t; it depends how you want to see it. Pre Chess Records, the music made by Black American musicians was deemed as \u2018Race\u2019 music. Wald\u2019s research covers all the early incarnations of what we deem today as \u2018The Blues\u2019 \u2013 WC Handy, Bessie Smith, Ma Rainey et al (it\u2019s pointless going through the full list, read the book!<\/em>) He uncovers an entertainment circuit in the Deep South – further afield – where there was a high concentration of Black working people who like White working people, sought entertainment. This circuit consisted of the many \u2018legendary\u2019 Juke Joints and more surprisingly, theatres, worked by Black entertainers from the early years of the 20th century up to the 1940s. Like today, working people at the end of their week simply wanted to dance, drink, have fun -maybe get laid \u2013 and musical entertainment provided a background to do this to. Theatre shows were pretty much Vaudeville concerns with big bands fronted by equally large, brassy, sassy female singers. These ladies were big on voice and big on stage presence, singing whatever songs were popular of the day and in the regional Black entertainment world, they were considered as much \u2018stars\u2019 as we regard the \u2018celebrity\u2019 entertainers of today.<\/p>\n It is surprising to learn that there were no male singing \u2018stars\u2019 until a bit later on and the ones who did emerge all had to try and imitate the style of Ma Rainey and her like! There was no particular \u2018genre\u2019 that these singers worked under; they were simply, entertainers. Shows would feature any number of different styles \u2013 they might sing \u2018a spiritual\u2019, they might sing \u2018a blues\u2019, they might sing Bluegrass folk, they might sing Ragtime and they might even sing a Hillbilly Hoedown tune accompanied by Black musicians playing Fiddles! That was a huge revelation for me, as somebody who always (mistakenly) believed that Black people only<\/em> ever played music that solely<\/em> had its roots in African tribal song and rhythm! This I now realise, was a myth perpetuated (in the best intentions) by the White Black music folklorists of the 1940s, in their attempts to bring \u2018Race\u2019 music into the consciousness of the White Americans who were already showing a closeted interest in the songs made popular by their fellow countrymen forced to live as second class citizens. These folklorists and archivists for whatever reasons, focused their research to a very limited spectrum of musical styles sung by Black entertainers, in particular, the rural songs sung in \u2018a blues\u2019 style recorded in the early 1930s. The researchers seem to have been fixed on recording every field worker slave-song rather than what was being played in the Juke Joints of the time. Hence, we are left with the most documented style of song associated with early Black singers being the ones sung in \u2018a blues\u2019 style, which is just the tip of a bigger iceberg of musical styles.<\/p>\n The theatre entertainers Wald talks about were all professional, well paid artists at the top of their game. If you weren\u2019t entertaining in theatres, you were working the Juke Joints, aiming for the big time, hoping for your big break from a visiting talent scout who may just be in the audience. The 1930s Juke Joints seemed to be a lucrative earning ground for the rural style \u2018Blues\u2019 entertainers like Leroy Carr<\/a>, Son House<\/a>, Kokomo Arnold<\/a> etc, etc; and of course, Robert Johnson<\/a> who was greatly influenced by these people. However, like the theatre entertainers, these Juke Joint stars were also highly professional, skilled performers, well paid for their work and perhaps most importantly, singers of every<\/em> genre and style of song that was popular of the day \u2013 not just<\/em> \u2018Blues\u2019 styles.<\/p>\n The remarkable thing (again overlooked by folklorists) about Robert Johnson, was his incredible ability to imitate different styles to please any audience, a requirement of any Juke Joint entertainer whose job depended on keeping people dancing. \u00a0Even if you limit a comparison between the different blues styles of say Son House and Leroy Carr – both artists Johnson could skilfully imitate in performance – it is insulting and wholly inaccurate to limit Johnson\u2019s talent just to one genre. Although ARC records chose to record Johnson singing the rural \u2018Blues\u2019 style at a time when that style was waning in popularity, Johnson was certainly singing a much wider range of styles in his \u2018day job\u2019 than captured on his recording sessions. Wald\u2019s documented research irrefutably supports this, highlighting the modern misconceptions grown around Johnson and the so called \u2018birth of the Blues\u2019.<\/p>\n Wald testifies that rather than the poor, mysterious Bluesman we are led to believe Johnson to be, he was in reality, an extremely skilful, ambitious artist, wanting top dollar for his work, desiring the finery and riches obtainable through mass popularity and eager for his big break into the theatre circuit. Ironically, this may have happened had he lived to play John Hammond\u2019s New York \u2018From Spirituals To Swing\u2019 concert in 1938.<\/p>\n This particular coverage about Johnson\u2019s life in the book left me questioning whether had he lived and achieved the same level of success as say, Louis Jordan, would he have been singled out as the main artist responsible for turning a 1960s European youth movement onto forgotten Black American rural music?<\/p>\n Chapter 14, the final one in the book, is undoubtedly the \u2018killer\u2019 chapter. Within these pages, Wald delivers everything that is wrong and bad about the modern, worldwide \u2018Blues\u2019 scene, a result of inventing a movement on the back of one particular style of song that wasn\u2019t even over-dominant in the lives of the people who are credited with inventing it. Instead, Wald offers an alternative and sobering viewpoint, explaining how 1960\u2019s Europeans took almost forgotten Black American artists who were still working as entertainers – not playing too many of the songs they played in the 1930s \u2013importing them to Europe and asking them to resurrect the styles found on two Robert Johnson albums that Eric Clapton happened to consider the most important recordings ever<\/em> made. Wald\u2019s research uncovers these artists questioning why anybody would want to hear that old forgotten stuff again when Black music had vastly moved on with the Civil Rights movement, but seeing a pay cheque and a trip to Europe, they delivered the goods. Well, they delivered a bit more than what the young White hipsters bargained for, in particular, T-Bone Walker\u2019s appearance in Germany in 1962 offers a humorous account of how he was asked to tone down his stage show and lose the stage antics because the audience had come to sit at the artists feet and witness a \u2018serious\u2019 performance! That one story alone is enough to reveal how Europeans got the whole history of Black American music so, so wrong, completely disregarding the fact that these people were primarily, entertainers<\/em> booked in their homeland to give a proper vaudevillian show for their money! Look at the footage of Muddy Waters at the 1960 Newport Jazz Festival; what to you see? Do you see a scruffy hobo singing dolefully about getting his \u2018mojo\u2019 working, or do you see a sharp suited, professional, business-like entertainer delivering a well-rehearsed on-the-money show? That footage has more in common with Louis Jordan or James Brown than a rural, bare-footed southern peasant.<\/p>\n And this is where it all goes horribly wrong, in musical evolutionary terms at least\u2026<\/p>\n With all the possible styles of music that Robert Johnson, his predecessors and musical ancestors chose to perform to entertain (remember that word folks, lest you forget<\/em>), why, oh why, have we been left to boil out the bones of just one<\/em> of those particular styles and moniker it with a modern musical genre of its own? Yes, we still have big names from the post 1940s Chicago Blues world to fall back on \u2013 the Kings, Waters, Diddley and such \u2013 but their collective styles have little to do with a modern world, intent on ego-centric guitar-slinging to fill time, in comparison to Robert Johnson who would repeat verses or make them up on-the-fly, just to keep an audience dancing.<\/p>\n Wald hits on a superb observation about the dilution of the modern post-60s Blues revivalist genre, what it\u2019s become and who it preaches to or more pertinently, the size and type of audience it seeks to serve. He makes a case for the modern Blues audience now having shifted from Black to White with limited numbers. As a musician himself, he will have seen this first hand in America, as I have in England \u2013 though in a much smaller capacity. He suggests that smaller audience sizes can only feed off and support a small talent pool. The smaller the talent pool, the fewer demands the equally small audience will make, giving rise to mediocrity becoming the norm within the genre \u2013 even when the musicians are capable of doing better. If the audience aren\u2019t there to demand it in high numbers, then the envelope will never be pushed. He paints a landscape where we are left with post Stevie Ray-Vaughan guitar-slingers substituting guitar histrionics to the detriment of developing new vocal styles and song, with only a handful of artists keeping the latter skills at the forefront of their craft.<\/p>\n As somebody who has been trying to naively plough through the UK Blues scene for over 7 years with my own band<\/a> playing our diverse range of Black American musical styles, Wald\u2019s observations were a huge personal epiphany, providing an answer for my own disillusionment with an extremely myopic musical clique. Finally, I could now understand why I didn\u2019t fit into the last remaining outpost of the post 1960s British \u2018Blues\u2019 revivalist scene, or why my teenage children would never consider buying tickets for a \u2018Blues\u2019 festival, let alone downloading any material by the handful of teenage guitar-guns who have been passed the mantle of \u2018keeping the Blues alive\u2019 by a sexagenarian fan-base.<\/p>\n On the other hand, consider this. Taking Wald\u2019s research as a guide, what if Robert Johnson\u2019s body had been cryogenically stored and resurrected in 2014 to carry on where he left off? Do you think he would jump back into a declining audience base on the modern post-1960s \u2018Blues\u2019 revivalist circuit to enjoy critical acclaim and its extrinsic rewards; or do you think he\u2019d go back to doing what he did when he was alive, entertaining his own demographic, putting feet on dance floors and chasing the money? I would suggest the latter, with a 21st century Johnson more likely to be seen belting out the latest Pharrel Williams or Bruno Mars hit over a minority appreciation of \u2018Dust My Broom\u2019.<\/p>\n Yes; that folkloric tale about a Johnson who sold his soul to The Devil at some crossroads\u2026well, in true Wald myth-busting style, it is revealed that there was<\/em> a Johnson who supposedly sold his soul to the Devil \u2013 but his first name wasn\u2019t Robert. I won\u2019t reveal who is named because if you\u2019re still reading this and want to know, you really<\/em> need to read the book. Besides which, the \u2018selling of one\u2019s soul\u2019 to gain greater powers over a particular skill was a widespread hokum anecdote told about any performing artist who excelled at their craft in the Deep South of early 20th century America. Just add Robert Johnson to a cast of many, it wasn\u2019t a unique accolade amongst his peers.<\/p>\n Perhaps the most simplest and revealing part of the whole book is the appendix section, itemising the song lists of Juke boxes for five African-American bars in Clarksdale Mississippi, documented in 1941 by the Fisk University Library of Congress team. If these are anything to go by, the quantity of Black rural style \u2018Blues\u2019 is absolutely miniscule in comparison to the popular dancing songs of the day. These Juke boxes do not reflect a local population sitting around sedately, milling over their hard day\u2019s work, crying into their liquor, listening to songs about when they\u2019ll be one day set free. No, this is a collection of songs for jumping, jiving and feeling as good as it gets at the weekend. If you want a modern day comparison, then think \u2018Happy\u2019 by Pharrell Williams as your starting block and go from there.<\/p>\n It\u2019s just a pity that the European rural folk revivalists chose such a restrictive view of pre-war African-American music to import into the psyche of White music listeners in the early 60s. Had they been able to travel to America and perform their own research, a whole spectrum of musical styles would have been presented to them as a representation of early African-American culture, rather than just a one-trick pony style. Hence, thanks to this narrow cultural vision, we have been left with a recently created musical genre, based on one style of song structure amongst a gamut of others that has long peaked in popularity, to be rehashed into an extremely limited format and consumed by an equally limited music buying demographic.<\/p>\n My review of Elijah Wald\u2019s comprehensively researched work is not intended to denigrate the artists of the early 20th century who have left us with a rich legacy of recordings of just some<\/em> of the styles of songs they performed throughout their careers \u2013 far from it. As an educational book covering the effect a small element of African-American musical history had on post-war Europe, it answers many questions one might begin to ask when trying ascertain why the British \u2018Blues\u2019 scene of the 21st century fails to deliver in a diversity of styles and equally fails to capture the imagination and interest of the mainstream music consumer.<\/p>\n As a musician who has struggled to understand the indifference shown by the UK Blues market towards the diverse range of historical African-American music styles, \u00a0Elijah Wald has finally unravelled a mystery that has been obfuscating my search for the truth behind the musical genre known as, \u2018Blues\u2019. On the other hand, perhaps I have misinterpreted my own experiences? Maybe British audiences really do<\/em> enjoy sitting and listening to White musicians with guitars and harmonicas, reinventing a singular theme? Whatever \u2018the truth\u2019, I\u2019d rather be on my feet to Louis Jordan with the African-Americans of 1941 Clarksdale.<\/p>\n It is certain that not every reader of Wald\u2019s book will draw the same conclusions, no doubt continuing to enjoy the 21st century \u2018Blues\u2019 scene for what it is and for how ever long it lasts. But, for me, it has provided the final testimony needed to escape from what has become an uncomfortable coffin and to move on with my journey to discover the rich assortment of musical styles that make up African-American music history.<\/p>\n (This article was originally published on the Blues In The Northwest Website<\/a>.)<\/p>\nIt\u2019s Not About Poverty, It\u2019s About The Money!<\/h3>\n
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Modern Day Fall-Out<\/h3>\n
And What About The Devil?<\/h3>\n
Let The Juke Boxes Tell The Truth<\/h3>\n
So Where Did We Get It So Wrong?<\/h3>\n
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