Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Blues According to: Lightnin' Hopkins

Sam Houston 'Lightnin'' Hopkins


I been making up songs all my life. I could get out among people ‘cause this here’s a gift...to me.  An old lady told me, “Son, your mother had music in her heart when she was carrying you.” You know what that mean, don’t you? When I come into this world I was doin’ this.

I come along, long about the time that the people first put the blues on this earth for the people to go by. Well, I’m one in the number and the rest of them is dead and gone. I got in that number at a young age...and I just keeps it up ‘cause the blues is something that the people can’t get rid of.  And if you ever have the blues, remember what I tell you. You’ll always hear this in your heart: That’s the blues.

My grandfather was a slave who hung himself ‘cause he was tired of being punished. My father was a rough man who peoples didn’t like. He’d fight right smart. He killed a man. So, he went to the penitentiary, and he come back and married my mother, and from then on he started this family.  They put someone up to kill him because he was rough.  He raised good crops and he gambled, and...he’d win people’s cotton and all such as that. And they didn’t like him for it. He didn’t love nothing but gambling and he’d drink whiskey and fight and shoot, so that’s the way his life was taken, see. So that left nobody but my mother to raise us children.

I come up in Sunday school too. I played organ in Sunday school, and I played piano in Sunday school. It was fine...I opened up the church with the piano.  They didn’t teach me them songs. They made ‘em up. Fact of the business, they sing ‘em. I played ‘em...all they do is give me the tune. But you see I wouldn’t be singing, I just be playing it.  When my chorus come in, I just play it.

I was too little to chop cotton. They come out the field and I was pickin’ the guitar one day...Joel give me that guitar. THey come in for dinner and I’m sittin’ down with that guiar across my lap pickin’ it, and he wanted to know what I was doin’ with his guitar. I told him I was picking’ it.  He told me, “Let me see what you do.” And I went on and played songs better than him.  He said, “You can  have that guitar. I’ll get me another one.”

I run up around Blind Lemon Jefferson. He had a crowd of peoples around him. And I was standing there looking at him play, and I went to playing my guitar, just what he was playing. So he say, “Who is that playing that guitar?” So, they say, “Oh, that’s jus a little boy here knockin’ on that guitar.” He say, “No, he playing that guitar.” Say, “Where he at? Come here, boy.”  And I went on over there where he was, and he was feeling for me. And I was so low, he reached out, say, “This here was picking that guitar?” Say, “Yeah.” So, he say, “Do that again.” So, I did a little note again, same he done. He say, “Well, that’s my note.” He say, “Boy, you keep that up, you gonna be a good guitar player.” So, he went on and on and then commenced to playing, so I went to playing right on with him. So, I was so little and low, the peoples couldn’t see me. And we were standing by a truck. They put me on top of the truck, and Blind Lemon was standing down by the truck, and me and him, man, we carried it on. And the excitement was me, because I was so little. And I was just picking what he was. I wasn’t singing but I was playing what he was playing. That’s right.

I didn’t make too much picking’ cotton. I’m telling you the truth because they wasn’t payin’ but fifty cents a hundred pounds picked. Man, I’d make me two dollars and something. I was picking four and five hundred pounds. But you know man, I’m telling you the truth, if you just know what it takes to get two dollars out of that cotton patch...but I wasn’t on that farm much longer. I left.

I commenced to playing for dances. See, when I got good, and when I went to finding them there places were they barrelhouse [drinking and dancin’], I didn’t know.  I just had to run up on them places, see around Jewett, Buffalo and Crockett.  And they had little old joints for Saturday nights, you know. But what you gonna do through the week? I was getting three and a half dollars in Coolidge, Texas. Got pretty good, and so they raised it to around six dollars to go to Mart, making six dollars a night.



I had a friend play with me by the name of Luther Stoneham. We was playing on the corner of Pierce and Dowling. We walked to Harrisburg and every joint we play they want us and we get in that joint and play. When we got back from Harrisburg, we counted up on the corner Pierce and Dowling a hundred and eighty-one dollars.  And that was just from that corner. But when we put out all that money on the concrete, here come a load of cops. They want to know where we got this money. I had to call a man to tell them that I played in his cafe for them to know that we made that money like that. They thought we had done robbed something. I told them it would be silly for me, if I had robbed something to count my money down on the street. I was talking to the cop and they called two more carloads of cops. I wasn’t intending for them to take it. So they told us, “Y’all get that money off the street and go to your house and count it.” They knowed I was a musician.

Blind Lemon said when I played and sang I electrified people he was the one that started callin’ me Lightnin’.

I been married to ten common-law wives. The first woman that you marry, that was your wife until she die...but you know, that’s just an old saying. You can grab a license and marry twenty times. But the first wife is the only one.  Every time I get ready to go, I just throw the divorce money up on the table and paper’s already signed.  I’m gone. I done bought about seven divorces. I love these women. You know what I mean?  But if they make me made, I'm gone. Good-by honey, because there’s another somewhere else just like the saying goes, “For the flower that blooms, there’s another of a different color.” White flowers, blue flowers, I can pick any kind I want. And If I got a blue one that makes me mad, I go get a red one. I kind of like to pick my flowers, and if I get hot, I pick a good one.

You take a person that want to relax his mind and get things off his mind, well, maybe, say, worried about something that happened. Get him a little old tree, go to the tree and get him a hook and bait and go to fishin’ he’ll forget about that...That’s why the doctor tell lots of these old people it would be a lots of help to them to go to the creek and just fish.  It don’t matter if it’s just a little minnow bitin’. You done forgot all about what’s goin’ on. I think the doctor is right there ‘cause it gives you so much relax.  You get on the creek fishin’ you forget about what’s worrying you.

** 
I was tryin’ to make a living, I even taken a quart of wine, sold it to a chile
They picked me up right then and put me on that rock pile
Breakin’ rocks all day long, that’s the reason if you ever go to Arizona
You better leave them Indians alone

** 
Thousands years my people was a slave
When I was born they teach me this way
One thousand years my people was a slave
When I was born they teach me this a way
Tip your hat to the peoples, be careful what you say
 **
You know, I looks over on the pillow where Little Antoinette used to lay
Felt on my pillow, yes pillow felt warm
You know, you could tell by that dear friend
Poor Antoinette hadn’t been very long gone
She used to cook my breakfast, fix my table like it should
** 
Sounds like I can hear this morning
Death bells ringing all in my ear
Yes, I know that I’m gonna leave on a chariot
Wonder what kind’s gonna carry me from here.


Sam Houston ‘Lightnin’ Hopkins
1912-1982


      Track Listing:
01 Lightnin's Boogie
02 I Feel Like Balling the Jack
03 The World's a Tangle
04 Selling Wine In Arizona
05 Slavery Time
06 Lightnin' Piano Boogie
07 Short Haired Woman
08 I Got a Leak in This Old Building
09 Mojo Hand
10 Needed Time
11 Fast Mail Rambler
12 I Walked from Dallas (feat. Joel Hopkins)
13 The Devil Jumped the Black Man
14 Big Car Blues
15 Gin Bottle Blues (Previously Unreleased)
16 Katie Mae Blues
17 Speedin' Boogie
18 I Wonder Where She Can Be Tonight
19 I Asked the Bossman
20 Antoinette's Blues
21 Conversation Blues (feat. Sonny Terry)
22 Hopkins' Sky Hop

(all quotes from Lightnin' Hopkins: His Life and Blues by Alan Govenar)

Friday, January 20, 2012

Farewell Rick Perry: Texas Music

Gov. Rick Perry of Texas


So another one bites the dust. Rick ‘Oops’ Perry, that fine warrior of the hustings, from the Lone Star State of Texas has dropped out of the Presidential egg and spoon race.

Texas is larger than life. Texans are loved or loathed but to a T they all love their big piece of real estate. Their leaders may be flawed and flaky but Texas musicians are simply in a class of their own. Tonight the Washerman’s Dog says farewell to Gov. Rick with a few prime cuts of Texas blues, swing, country and funk. All by Texans born and bred.

But to get us in the mood let’s have a few juicy quotes about Texas.

"George W. Bush did a incredible job in the presidency, defending us from freedom."
Rick Perry

I have a better head of hair than Rick Perry; it's just not in a place I can show you.
Kinky Friedman

You know the good part about all those executions in Texas? Fewer Texans 
George Carlin

I dearly love the state of Texas, but I consider that a harmless perversion on my part, and discuss it only with consenting adults.
Molly Ivins

“Life in Lubbock, Texas taught me two things: One is that God loves you and you’re going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love.”
Butch Hancock


How can you look at the Texas legislature and still believe in intelligent design?
Kinky Friedman

I love TEXAS and I hate TAXES.
George H. W. Bush


            Track Listing:
            01 Fort Worth and Dallas (Jimmie Dale Gilmore)
02 Psycho (Pts. 1 & 2) (The Fabulous Mark III)
03 Texas Bounce ( Bob Brozman)
04 Good Texan (The Vaughan Brothers)
05 In Dreams (Roy Orbison)
06 A Real Mother For Ya (Johnny Guitar Watson)
07 West Texas Waltz (Joe Ely)
08 Texas, Me and You (Asleep at the Wheel)
09 Jelly Jelly Jelly (Bobby 'Blue' Bland)
10 Evil Ways (The Brothers Seven)
11 Luckenbach Texas (Back to the Basics of Love) (Waylon Jennings)
12 I Feel Like Balling the Jack (Lighting Hopkins)
13 London Homesick Blues (Jerry Jeff Walker)
14 La Grange (ZZ Top)
15 Texas Playboy Rag (Bob Willis and His Texas Playboys)
16 The Pilgrim - Chapter 33 (Kris Kristofferson)
17 T-bone Shuffle (T-Bone Walker)
18 Gotta Wake Up (Fenton Robinson)
19 It's Too Bad Things Are Going So Tough (Freddy King)
20 Jesus Was Our savior and Cotton Was Our King (Billy Joe Shaver)
21 Power Struggle (James Polk and the Brothers)
22 He Stopped Loving Her Today (George Jones)
23 They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore (Kinky Friedman)
24 If I Had My Way I'd Tear the Building Down (Blind Willie Johnson)
25 Cold Cold Feeling (Albert Collins)
26 Loan me for a dime (Buster Benton)
27 Always Late (With Your Kisses) (Lefty Frizzell)
28 Funnel of Love (Rosie Flores)
29 Cheatin' in the Next Room (ZZ Hill)
30 Snake Farm (Ray Wylie Hubbard)
31 Indita Mia [My Indian Girl] (Freddy Fender)
32 Texas Flood (Stevie Ray Vaughan)

Listen here.





Monday, October 31, 2011

Dancing on Bud Russell's Grave: Lightnin' Hopkins

Sam Houston 'Lightning' Hopkins


“Goin’ back to Dallas, take my razor and my gun / . . . There’s so much shit in Texas, I’m bound to step in some.”
Texas had a reputation for many decades of being full of the stinky stuff, especially for African Americans, as tonight’s opening lyric from an unknown blues singer rather grimly attests.  Places like Alabama, Georgia and Mississippi usually get the rap for having been the real shit holes but Black Americans have known for decades that Texas, the Lone Star State, has never been that far behind.

Lightnin’ Hopkins was a Texan. He was also one of the most influential blues guitarists America has ever produced. His electric guitar playing style is raw and gritty. His voice sounds like sandpaper scraping slowly against a 2X4. Sit him in room, plug in his guitar and he’d make up a blues.
Generally speaking, Lightnin’ was not a political bluesman. He sang about love gone wrong, love so right, leaky roofs, drinking too much and gambling. The usual blues world. His songs rarely addressed (head on, anyway) racism or police brutality.  But not always.
He sang a song called Bud Russell Blues which opens like this
Sure is hot out here/ Bud Russell don’t care/You know Bud Russell drove them pretty womens/ just like he did those ugly mens
For 44 years Bud Russell was a hated and feared man in Texas. His job was to transfer prisoners from the 256 county jails across Texas to the State Penitentiary in Huntsville. He and his brother Roy would shackle the prisoners, often by the neck, toss them in a metal cage on wheels, and drive them across the second biggest state in the Union to the Big House. A brutal man and a womanizer Bud carried a shotgun and had no problem shooting to kill. 
The picture below of Roy (left) and Bud Russell with their infamous wagon is from 1934. 

So feared was he that America’s best known bandit, Clyde Barrow (of Bonnie and Clyde fame) wrote letters to his lover full of dread of being caught by ‘Uncle Bud’.  Such was his presence on the State’s consciousness that one of America’s most famous songs, Midnight Special goes like this:
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me

"Here come Bud Russell," How in the world do you know?"
Well he know him by his wagon, and his forty-fo'

Big gun on his shoulder, big knife in his hand
He's comin' to carry you back to Sugarland.
Texas Blues is my favorite Lightnin’ Hopkins record. It is so full of great songs, including Bud Russell Blues. Equally harrowing and startling in their starkness are Slavery Time a song that laments

One thousand years my peoples was slaves/ When I was born they teach me this way
Tip your hat to the peoples/ Be careful son about what you say.

And Black and Evil, a song of sad defiant self hate. 
It’s not all darkness though in Texas. Hopkins shows off his humor (Bald Headed Woman) and finger picking genius (Watch My Fingers) on this absolutely essential recording.  If you have even the smallest interest in the blues and real, good music you need this album.

          Track Listing:
01 Once Was a Gambler
02 Meet You at the Chicken Shack
03 Bald Headed Woman
04 Tom Moore Blues
05 Watch My Fingers
06 Love Like a Hydrant
07 Slavery Time
08 I Would If I Could
09 Bud Russell Blues
10 Come On Baby
11 Money Taker
12 Mama's Fight
13 My Woman
14 Send My Child Home To Me
15 Have You Ever Loved a Woman
16 Black and Evil
Listen here.