Greil Marcus has been one of the most distinctive voices in American music criticism for over forty years. His books, including Mystery Train and The Shape of Things to Come, traverse soundscapes of folk and blues, rock and punk, attuning readers to the surprising, often hidden affinities between the music and broader streams of American politics and culture.Drawn from Marcus's 2013 Massey Lectures at Harvard, his new work delves into three episodes in the history of American commonplace song: Bascom Lamar Lunsford's 1928 "I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground, " Geeshie Wiley's 1930 "Last Kind Words Blues, " and Bob Dylan's 1964 "Ballad of Hollis Brown." How each of these songs manages to convey the uncanny sense that it was written by no one illuminates different aspects of the commonplace song tradition. Some songs truly did come together over time without an identifiable author. Others draw melodies and motifs from obscure sources but, in the hands of a particular artist, take a final, indelible shape. And, as in the case of Dylan's "Hollis Brown, " there are songs that were written by a single author but that communicate as anonymous productions, as if they were folk songs passed down over many generations.In three songs that seem to be written by no one, Marcus shows, we discover not only three different ways of talking about the United States but three different nations within its formal boundaries.
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Itâs May 1963, and John Henry Faulk is back on the air. Itâs been six years. He was born in Austin, Texas, in 1913; entranced by African-American sermons, he came out of the University of Texas with a degree in folkloreâwith a name like John Henry, he almost had to become a folklorist, or a character in his own folk song.
Against his will, he did become that character. As the host of Johnnyâs Front Porch on CBS radio in the early 1950s, he was the latest version of Will Rogers, telling southern stories and passing on homilies. In New York he appeared on TV game shows, and crossed paths with Alan Lomax and others in the leftist milieu of professional folk music. The blacklist was everywhere, in every field, promulgated by the White House, Congress, the FBI, in entertainment by movie studios, television and radio networks, and especially by watchdog groups like Counterattack, with its constantly updated guide Red Channels. In 1955, Faulk, the CBS newsman Charles Collingwood, and dozens more formed an anti-blacklist slate and ran for seats on the board of the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists; in a bitterly fought campaign, they swept the election.
The next year Faulk was himself blacklisted as a Communist by a group calling itself Aware. His sponsor dropped him. CBS cancelled his show. But Faulk, unlike the blacklisted folk singer Pete Seeger, had never joined the Communist Party or followed its line. With Louis Nizer as his attorney, Faulk sued Aware for libel; when after six years the case finally came to trial, Faulk won. He more than won: the juryâs award of $3.5 millionâmore than $25 million todayâwas a break in the wall the blacklist had built around the entertainment industry. Faulk published his memoir Fear on Trial in 1964, and went on to a featured role on the CBS country-music vaudeville show Hee Haw; he lectured at colleges on the Constitution. On television, he played, among other characters, Strom Thurmond; in the movies he played the Storyteller in the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Pat Neff, the Texas governor who in 1925 pardoned Lead Belly, after the great folk singer and convicted murderer sang Neff a song pleading for release, and not without a sting: âIf I had you, Govnor Neff / Like you got me / Iâd wake up in the morning / And Iâd set you free.â Faulk died in 1990; in 1995 the Austin Central Library was renamed in his honor. But in 1963, Faulk played a role that, at least in the moment, might have given him the most pleasure of all. He was hosting a show for the Westinghouse Broadcasting Company: Folk Songs and More Folk Songs!
Itâs the height of the folk revival. The collegiate faces of the Kingston Trio have erased the old, automatic identification of folk music with the Communist Party and the Popular Front. âCommunism,â went the official 1930s party slogan, âis twentieth-century Americanism.â Party cadres, among them the classical composer Charles Seeger, the father of Pete Seeger, and later of the folk singers Mike Seeger and Peggy Seeger, under his Daily Worker name Carl Sandsâas if he were fronting for Carl Sandburg himselfâmade folk music the fanfare of the common man. It was a story that continued without any real interruption through 1950, when the Weavers, led by Pete Seeger, had a number-one hit with a cleaned-up version of Lead Bellyâs âGoodnight, Ireneââbefore they too were blacklisted and their career was destroyed.
Some people threw their Weavers albums away; some hid them. But now, in 1963, there are folk music clubs all over the country, and folk music albums all over the charts: by the end of the year Peter, Paul & Maryâs In the Wind, closing with their version of Bob Dylanâs âBlowinâ in the Wind,â will be number one, and Dylanâs original, as carried on The Freewheelinâ Bob Dylan, will crack the Top 40. For tribes of young people all over the country, the Newport Folk Festival is the center of the universe. Joan Baez has been on the cover of Time. Hootenanny has just made its debut on CBS, notably without John Henry Faulk, its natural host. It will be a huge hitâinstantly reviled for its ban on Pete Seeger, which would lead to a boycott by Baez and many others, it will be cancelled before the end of 1964.
Faulkâs showâtaped a month before Hootenanny first airedâcould have been meant as a counter in advance. It opens with a cartoon of a train running through a landscape of desert and mountains. The whistle toots. âThis train goes flyinâ by,â sings a cheery, accentless chorus for the WBC version of Woody Guthrieâs âThis Train Is Bound for Gloryââhis train didnât carry âno big shot ramblers,â but thereâs no need to bring up the anti-capitalist catcalls here. We see the windows of the train filled with the happy faces of people holding guitars and throwing their heads back in song. âFolk music!â says an unseen announcer with a typically confident, colorless TV voice. âItâs in the air, everywhere!â We see folk singers perched on the tops of skyscrapers. âThe voice of freedomâthe cry of despair. The shoutââwe see a farmer with a banjo surrounded by a cow, a pig, and a duckââof the land.â A guitar-and-banjo-picking family of six drives through a tunnel cut into a giant redwood. âThe sound,â we hear, âof a growing country. The goodââa singing sailor on a skiffââthe cheerfulââa wailing two-guitar couple singing on a couch while their dog looks up from the floorââthe sadââthereâs a close-up in the cartoon of the dog looking sad. âThe soundâof America.â
We see the singers weâve been hearing: the Brothers Four, who had a number-two hit in 1960 with âGreenfieldsââit will be on the radio for yearsâsmiling, clean-cut strummers posed against the desert backdrop and earnestly singing Lead Bellyâs âRock Island Line.â We hear the train pulling to a stop; steam from the brakes washes over the screen. âThe Brothers Four!â says the announcer, as they grin even more widely than before. âBob Dylan!â A year earlier, heâd lined out an unrecorded song about Faulk, âGates of Hate,â a surviving fragment of whichââGo down, go down you gates of hate / You gates that keep men in chains / Go down and die the lowest death / And never rise againââsounds like fifteen-year-old Nathan Zuckermanâs skin-crawlingly self-righteous radio play âThe Stooge of Torquemadaâ in Philip Rothâs I Married a Communist; now he strolls across the set, tipping an invisible hat. âBarbara Dane!â and the deep-voiced singer follows. âThe Staple Singers!â and twenty-three-year-old Mavis Staples leads her two sisters, her brother, and her father across the stage.1 âAnd Carolyn Hester!â the announcer says finallyâin 1961 Dylan had backed the Texas folksinger on harmonica for a Columbia session that led to his own contract with the most prestigious record company in the country. âAnd your narrator, John Henry Faulk!ââand as the Brothers Four pack up their instruments, a man in a suit with a pipe in his mouth ambles into view.
Heâs carrying what looks like a salesmanâs sample case, which he sets down on a table, right there out in the desert of the set. âWell, glad to be back again this way, folksââitâs not a casual thing to say, not with six years of oblivion behind him, but his heavy drawl smothers any trouble. Immediately heâs a circuit-riding country judge, down-home, plain-folks in a patently phony way that no one weâve glimpsed before has been. Yes, heâs glad to be back again this way, folks, and, he goes on, âback with one of Americaâs finest productsââand you think heâs going to open the case and demonstrate a Westinghouse broiler, or maybe a fan. âFreedom!â he says: thatâs the product. Faulk pounds the case three times with his pipe hand. âOf course,â he says, âfreedom isnât really in the bag.â Whatâs going on here? Is he saying that freedom is in jeopardy? That itâs not a done deal? Because of the kind of people who came after him? Yes, he won the case, but heâs not back on CBS yet, the Hootenanny Pete Seeger ban is in the newsâisnât Faulk pushing his luck? âNot exactly,â Faulk says, his hand over his heart. âItâs in our hearts, and our mindsââand in 1963, on television, for a show about a subject as happily populist but lingeringly suspect as folk music, even the word mind can translate as critical thinking, dissent, disloyalty, pointy-headed intellectualism, communism. âBut I thought,â Faulk says, his drawl broader than ever, âmaybe today, weâd show you a few pictures hereââhe gestures at his caseââhave our friends sing you a few songs. Maybe your hearts and minds can do the rest, get us caught up in that great American dream.â He opens the case. Thereâs a cartoon of a Yankee-doodle-dandy fife and drum trio.
After a commercial, we see Faulk leaning back, his pipe now a tool of contemplation. âI been poking around this land of ours for quite a spell now, takinâ some long looks at itâwell, some short ones, too. And Iâll say this: that as a nation, we might have our shortcominâs, weâve done some mighty fine things. Mighty fine ones. And I reckon thatâs because we got off to a great start, with theâdeclaration about freedom, and rights of man. Thatâs the thing thatâs guided us through all these years.â He gazes into the distance; off camera, thereâs a sprightly harmonica. We might not have recognized Bob Dylanâs sound in 1963, but we do if weâre looking at the old tapes now. âHear that?â Faulk says as his ear catches the instrument, his face nearly tearful with satisfaction: âAhhhhhh!â He looks even more deeply into the big sky of the western set. Heâs at once unbearably and irresistibly corny. âWhatever weâve done as a people,â he says, his voice now that of the country sage, the old man whoâs been all around this land, âitâs always been turninâ up in song. Folk songs, we call âem,â Faulk says, both including and excluding the viewer, gazing higher still into the studio skyâthese songs are about you, but youâre not part of this we yet, you donât really know what Iâm talking about, but maybe what Iâm going to show you will give you a clueâand as the harmonica turns plaintive, distant, Faulk pushes the point: âI donât guess thereâs a better way in the world to get to know about a country, and its people, than to listen to its songs.â He nods his head thoughtfully; thereâs a fade to Bob Dylan, singing âBlowinâ in the Wind.â He sings it modestly; he turns and walks off against a background of clouds.
Itâs the setup to an extraordinarily ambitious show: it means to trace the whole sweep of American history, and it does. As the cartoon unrolls, the Civil War is fought, and the West is won; wagon trains cross the continent. There are farmers and cowboys; the Brothers Four do âRodeo.â There are shoot-outs straight from the opening of Gunsmoke. We see factories and railroads from coast to coastâand two cowboys, one holding a torch, looking up at the feet of a black man, dangling in the air. âThe Negro was tantalized with just a taste of freedom. He still sang his songs about the joys of heaven, rather than the songs about the joys ofââFaulk nods his headââthis earth.â The Staple Singers appear, the women in prayer gowns, Mavis leading the group through âLittle Davidâ with a deep, burred voice, Pop Staples ringing his electric guitar, tipping them into âI Just Got to Heaven.â Cartoons show class war, bosses and unions. Against a mountain backdrop, Carolyn Hester sings âPayday at Coal Creek,â followed by Dylan, an oil derrick behind him, with âMan of Constant Sorrow,â an old folk song heâd recorded for his first album, Bob Dylan, released the year before. The story charges on: immigrants remake the country. The First World War (âShoulda been the last,â Faulk says) breaks into the Roaring Twenties, with cars, jazz, bluesâwith Barbara Dane singing âNobody Knows You When Youâre Down and Outâ and Bessie Smithâs âBackwater Bluesââand then the crash.
Now we see whole populations of homeless people, and a truck emblazoned âCalifornia or Bust.â The Brothers Four start up Woody Guthrieâs âPastures of Plentyââand despite how little they can bring to it, it works. Itâs too good not to. And then straight into Bob Dylan, off camera, singing âHollis Brown, he lived, on the outside of town / Hollis Brown, he lived, on the outside of town,â as the camera pans oddly to the left over a cartoon tableau of forbidding, snow-topped mountains jutting up from alkaline sands. The camera eye is brought down to the studio desert floor, where you see the white, weathered skull of a cow, an image taken from an iconic Marion Post Wolcott Farm Security Administration photo, shot in Lame Deer, Montana, in 1941.
Still trained on the ground, the camera moves to the right, until it rests on the shadowed boots and jeans-covered lower legs of an otherwise unseen figure, holding for a full ten seconds before it even begins to pan up to Dylanâs face, which it takes more than twenty more seconds to reachâand when you see his face, it betrays no sign that anything this melodramatic has been going on. He is concentrating on putting the song across. He doesnât look at the camera. He is not signaling with his eyes or his mouth. There is no expressive body language. He is not emphasizing anything. âYour babyâs eyes are crazy, theyâre a-tugginâ at your sleeve / Your babyâs eyes are crazy, theyâre a-tugginâ at your sleeveâ is presented flatly. The melody, formed on Dylanâs strummed guitar, backed by an offscreen banjoâfamiliar but out of place, out of reachâis insistent, pushing forward as a kind of moral monotone. The monotone says that when one speaks of things such as these, this is how one must speak, without affect, so that the truth can speak for itself. The insistence is a denial that life was ever any different, or ever will be.
The song moves on, and as the cartoon landscape disappears into a black backdrop, you are brought into the story: a failing farm, a starving family, a father who ends the story, his and that of everyone else. It sounds as much like Dylanâs own song as âBlowinâ in the Wind,â and, without its arty self-consciousness, as much like a commonplace, handed-down folk song as âMan of Constant Sorrow.â The small, everyday details dig into your mind as they pass, the contours of the song are primal, epic, and the singer stands behind the song, to the side of itâwhether he is seen facing the c...
Table of contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Contents
Illustrations
Inflection: âBallad of Hollis Brown,â Bob Dylan
Disappearance and Forgetting: âLast Kind Words Blues,â Geeshie Wiley
World Upside Down: âI Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground,â Bascom Lamar Lunsford