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How many grave sites should be prepared for me?
Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three,
all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito,
and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW?
Those who have taken the time to do research
believe Little Zion Missionary Baptist Church
near Greenwood is most likely. At age 27, in 1938,
he died near that town--so young, with talent so great.
In the early 1900’s, this youngster’s genius was unfurled.
As blues singer, guitarist, and lyricist, he gifted the world
with recordings exhibiting style that has been admired
widely and emulated by popular performers who aspired
to greater fame. They achieved the kudos they desired.
Muddy Waters, Bob Dylan, and Chuck Berry are among those
influenced by his style. Every admirer who knows
the legend that ambition drove Johnson to sell his soul
to the Devil for greater talent would surely say his goal
was reached without Old Scratch playing a role.
What caused the death of the “Cross Road Blues”
and “Sweet Home Chicago” performer? There are clues
centering around his unbridled boozing and womanizing.
Did a jealous husband poison his whiskey upon realizing
a flirtation or worse, just as Johnson's star was rising?
Or did he die of syphilis? These stories floated around,
and others. Thirty years later, a death certificate was found,
stating no cause of death. Some facts, we may never know.
It IS known that this musical master's climb to fame was slow.
It's nothing new that, after death, renown may grow.
Johnson's posthumous claim to fame is no big mystery.
Beginning in the nineteen sixties, the world would see
a surge of interest in his music. To Eric Clapton, he seems
"The most important blues singer that ever lived." Teams
of researchers have tried to capture his life and dreams.
King of the Delta Blues Singers, a collection of his best,
was produced by Columbia in 1961. Writers faced a test:
dealing with conflicts and gaps in accounts while collecting
information for biographies and films. While "connecting
the dots," they learned that sources require dissecting.
Death, no respecter of talent or youth, is bold,
stalking and striking down rich or poor, young or old.
Mysteries of life and death often remain unsolved,
though diligent research may be involved.
I can still remember
back when I was a kid
I had a friend called Millie
and we were made for each other
just like peanut butter and jelly
on a piece of crusty bread
on a Sunday afternoon
I'd go round to Millie's house
and we'd sit in the kitchen and talk
Millie's mom had an old record-player
that sat in a box on top of the fridge
and we'd listen to scratchy old records
of Chuck Berry and Little Richard
but I liked Fats Domino best
yea...he was definitely my favourite
we would sit there sharing a Pesi cola
listening to a song called "Blueberry Hill"
talking tough as if we were grown-ups
and smoking a cheap cigarette
during one hot summer
we'd catch the Short Line bus
and ride it all the way up town
across the old steel mill bridge
through the business district
right around memorial park
and out towards a place
called Stately Hills
when we finally got there
we'd look at the beautiful houses
and Millie would turn to me and say
"wow! I wish me and you could live here"
and I'd say "yea! That would be really great"
then Millie would pick us out a house
it was usually a large two storey affair
five bedrooms huge double garage
and a mail box at the gate
we'd walk around together
trying not to look out of place
but it wouldn't take very long
before someone would notice us
and they'd say something like
"Hey! are you two lost?"
so by the late afternoon
we'd walk back to the bus stop
and catch the very last service home
Millie and I would sit at the back
looking through the rear window
watching all those big houses
slowly fade into the distance
and disappear from view
"don't worry Millie", I'd say
"we can come back another time"
but as things turned out we never did
Millie's step-father had started to drink
so her mother packed up and left him
taking Millie to live with her aunt
I never saw Millie after that
but I always stopped to think of her
each and every time I rode that bus
and whenever I hear "Blueberry Hill"
I can almost taste that Pepsi cola
mixed with the odious smell
of a cheap cigarette
*penned by
Scarecrow Joe
Laid down on the sofa today, memory
taking me back to teen years of so long ago.
When friend Danny and I would go down
town on Saturday afternoon to see a movie
at the Paramount, a movie palace with a wide
screen, that would put the theaters of today to shame.
We saw such movies as "The True Story of Jesse James",
Gunfight at the Ok Corral", "The Incredible Shrinking Man'
and so many more. Sometimes we would go over to Marshall's
Music room next door and play records for hours in the sound booth
upstairs, where we would listen to such stars as Jerry Lee Lewis, Buddy Holly, little
Richard, Chuck Berry, The Everly Brothers, Bill Haley and the comets,
the man who started Rock ' n Roll. Then later we would go across the street to the
City Drug and have a coke for ten cents, then catch a bus home. Where on
Saturday night these two college students from Iowa State had a TV Show called
Graves 'n Manor, which showed monster movies until 2 in the morning, we made
some popcorn and had our Pepsi in the bottle.
Lets not forget this was the year that " Leave it to Beaver" had its start on TV
and American Bandstand and a very young Dick Clark was on Saturday afternoon.
This was the year that the New York Yankess and the Milwaukee Braves played
in the World Series won by the Braves in seven games.
Ford put out one of the best cars ever that year, which for a time was driven by
Ward Clever on "Leave it to Beaver". My brother who was still in the Navy came
home on leave and to our surprise had bought one and brought it home with him,
and my friend Danny and i helped my brother wash it one Saturday afternoon,
while we listend to "That'll Be the Days" What a car, what a song, and what a great
year it was, I could write a book about this year along.
Written 5-12-11
Form:
If only Eve hadn’t met Adam
And angry Hitler had met Freuid
If Stanley never met Ollie
And David Gilmore had never been in Pink Floyd
Shakespeare had run out of ink and quill for a pen
Mother Hubbard's cupboard was full
There weren't any eggs or hens
If Helen of Troy was so ugly she sunk a thousand ships
Chuck Berry lost his cherry
And Mick Jagger didn't have rubber lips
You no longer went to bed with Pricilla and woke up with a gorilla
Women didn't have plastic boobs clinging on to their chest
So much war paint and poly filler
Nero had no Rome
No one had invented soap
And singers had no microphone
If Oppenheimer had a heart
And they just dropped Sherbert bombs
There were no love affairs that sadly fell apart
If there were no flowers or bees
No alphabet or language
And the moon was not made of cheese
Sir Walter Raleigh hadn’t brought tobacco to our shores
And Jaws had no teeth
Tarzan never wore clothes no more
If Columbus never found America
And there were no Indian wars
Couples who can't stick together just bond with as many as you can
If whisky came by a truckload
When people talk jibberish you understand
Polititions were foslsizrd dinosaures
And Mohammed lived to take to the ring once more
If jail was a heaven and the outside was hell
Your house had no windows and doors
And a storyteller had no more stories to tell
If there weren’t any broken hearts only whole
And freshly baked, bread had no smell
Cottage cheese didn’t have a cottage no spoon or a bowl
Money grew on trees taxman never was ever told
People stay young forever and never grow old.
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
1955 Was a Very Good Year
By Elton Camp
A better year in my life I have never seen
Because, back then, I was only age fifteen
Nobody I knew had, at that time, ever died
Any problems of the world I could brush aside
Nearly eight millions cars were sold in the USA
And never before had they been styled that way
Seven out of ten families owned a motor car
So we ranged freely about, both near and far
And yearly pay was nearly four thousand buck
Inflation of one-fourth percent added to the luck
Minimum wage to a dollar an hour had been raised
And gas at twenty-three cents a gallon was praised
Eleven thousand dollars was the cost of a new house
About a new car at two thousand, nobody’d grouse
Born that year were Whoppi Goldberg, Jobs & Gates
Nobody would have expected their eventual fates
Of the civil rights movement I was only vaguely aware
Dr. King, Rosa Parks, Emmett Till, though, were there
Elvis Presley was then the very latest singing rage
And appealed to screaming girls of most any age
James Dean in the movie, East of Eden, was the star
But he died that year and so wasn’t able to go too far
Finding his thrill on Blueberry Hill was Fats Domino
Bill Haley, Chuck Berry and the Platters on the go
I am not one of those old men who dotes to say
“If only it were still like back in the good old day”
Back in 1955, there many problems and great woe
But not the concern of a fifties teenager, though
The jukebox glowed, the records spun..
A brand-new age had just begun.
From ‘55 to ‘75,
Music soared, it came alive.
The blues and jazz still held their ground..
But rock and roll had found its sound.
Elvis shook and stole the stage..
Chuck Berry wrote the rebel’s page.
Doo-wop harmonies so tight..
Made the fifties feel so right.
Sock hops, drive-ins, rhythm strong..
Teenage dreams in every song.
Then ‘60s came, the world turned wild..
Music changed.. no longer mild.
Dylan’s words would light the spark..
Voices rose against the dark.
The Beatles led a British wave..
With melodies the world would crave.
The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Kinks..
Turned up amps and broke the links.
Motown gave us soul and grace..
With Marvin, Stevie, and The Supremes' face.
Aretha’s voice, a battle cry .
Made the world reach for the sky.
Woodstock raged in 69..
A moment, raw and so divine.
Hendrix played with fire and soul..
Janis lived, but paid the toll.
Then came the 70s, bold and free..
Led Zeppelin roared with majesty.
Pink Floyd soared, dark side in view..
While disco rose and funk broke through.
From vinyl crackles, echoes bright..
A time of legends, pure delight.
An era lost, but never gone..
For golden music still plays on.
It was back in St. Louis that
He learned the guitar,
And he told everyone he was
Going to go far,
Back in ’56 his music came of age
He was dancing and driving
Right across the stage.
Go, go, go Chuck Berry, go,
Go, go, go, Chuck Berry, go
Tell Elvis Presley the news,
We got the Chuck Berry Blues.
He would bang on his guitar,
Just like clanging a bell,
He was yelling out his song so
Loud, they had to sell
And his body was Black, and his
Songs were blue
With the rhythm up front
To help the people dance to.
Go, go, go Chuck Berry, go,
Go, go, go, Chuck Berry, go
Tell the Beatles the news
We got the Chuck Berry Blues.
His guitar was red, and his
Audience was white,
And he’d sing and they would
Dance into the night,
They were kicking off their
Shoes so they could pound
Their feet,
They were rocking and reeling
To the two-four beat.
Go, go,go, Chuck Berry, go,
Go, go, go, Chuck Berry, go
Tell Mick Jagger the news
We go the Chuck Berry Blues.
He lost a little time in 1959,
When they took him aside to
Make him walk the line,
But Bo Diddly cut him loose,
And Chuck Berry was free
To chase Maybelline across
History
The Kennedy Center is known to the world
For honoring those in the arts –
From Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Astaire,
Whose talents top all of the charts.
Sinatra, Gene Kelly, L. Bernstein, Kazan
And Benny and Lena and Merce,
Ray Charles, Lucille Ball, Isaac Stern and George Burns,
The list both profound and diverse.
Belafonte and Ailey and Hepburn and Peck,
Gillespie and Sondheim, the Who;
Aretha and Dylan and Kander and Ebb,
Judith Jamison, Chuck Berry, too.
Baryshnikov, Quincy, Paul Simon and Cash,
Warren Beatty, James Taylor and Cher;
Tina Turner and Spielberg and Barbra and Tharp,
Yo Yo Ma, Dustin Hoffman – all there.
Al Pacino and Elton, De Niro and Streep,
Lily Tomlin, Santana and Sting;
LL Cool J and Reba and Joni, Mel Brooks,
Lionel, Dick Van Dyke, Carole King.
There are more I’ve not mentioned, but going ahead,
It is going to be quite a shock
When the Kennedy Center will honor, perhaps,
Village People or maybe Kid Rock.
Oh, I fear for this country in so many ways
And it feels we’ve been stabbed in our hearts
With the Kennedy Center now being run
By a man with no stake in the arts.
Bill Haley gave us 'Rock Around The Clock'
showed us music in a different way,
Chuck Berry sang 'Johnny B. Goode'
and Buddy Holly said 'That'll Be The Day'.
Elvis went to 'Heartbreak Hotel'
and came back as the king of pop,
Jerry Lee sent us 'Great Balls Of Fire'
while Danny and his group were 'At The Hop'.
The Everly's were saying 'Bye Bye Love'
Bobby Darin was out 'Beyond The Sea',
Little Richard was with 'Long Tall Sally'
and Lloyd Price thought he was 'Stagger Lee'.
Paul Anka introduced us to 'Diana'
Del Shannon told us of his 'Runaway',
Big Bopper talked about 'Chantilly lace'
and the Rolling Stones said love 'Not Fade Away'.
Eddie Cochran took 'Three Steps To Heaven'
Don McLain made 'American Pies',
Roy Orbison was still lost 'In Dreams'
as the Platters sang 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes'.
When the music began to change
jazz, blues and rock and roll,
got more electronic and louder
became rock, heavy metal and soul.
There are a lot more I could name
but I guess I'll just call them the rest,
It's a long time ago but I'll never forget
Rock and Roll for me was the best.