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MUSIC FOR THE GOOD  PEOPLE  THE GREAT  AMERICAN SONG TRADITION  

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BLIND ALFRED REED

Blind Alfred Reed (June 15, 1880 – January 17, 1956) was an American folk, country, and old-time musician and singer-songwriter. He was one of the artists who recorded at the Bristol Sessions in 1927, alongside more famous names such as Jimmie Rodgers and The Carter Family. He played the fiddle along with his son Arville, who played the guitar.

Alfred was born completely blind, in Floyd County, Virginia, being the second blind child born to Riley & Charlotte (Akers) Reed. He was raised in a very conservative family, the son of a farm laborer, and he acquired a violin at a young age. Later, he began performing at county fairs, in country schoolhouses, for political rallies, and in churches. He even played on street corners for tips. He used to sell out printed copies of his compositions for ten cents each. This is about all the information that can be gathered from him in his early life, as most of the events during this time were not written down nor talked about much in his later years.

While playing during a convention in 1927, Ralph Peer, who was the director of Bristol Sessions, heard Reed playing "The Wreck of the Virginian", and asked Reedi if he wanted to make some recordings. Reed consented, and he recorded four songs, one solo, "The Wreck of the Virginian",  and three with Arville's guitar accompaniment , "I Mean to Live for Jesus", "You Must Unload", and "Walking in the Way with Jesus".

After the Bristol Sessions, Reed kept recording until 1929, which was the year of his most famous song's release "How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live?", later also recorded  among others by Ry Cooder.
After 1929, he stopped recording and lived out the rest of his life mostly in the Princeton area in Mercer County, West Virginia.
Reed continued to perform locally until 1937 when a statute was passed prohibiting blind street musicians. In addition to being recording artist and a musician, he also served as a lay preacher Methodist church minister. In 1956, Reed died, supposedly of starvation. He is buried in Elgood, West Virginia.

Reed's lyrics, all of which he composed himself, were ostensibly very
conservative, but always were presented with a sense of humor; for example
"Why Do You Bob Your Hair, Girls?" was an over-the-top commentary against
women's hair style fashion of the 1920s, in which women who wore a
shingle-bob were instructed to "ask Jesus to forgive" their hair style.
More than half of the songs he recorded were religious or political or spoke out
against society's ills. Because of his social commentary, which was somewhat
uncommon then, some people today consider Reed an early "protest" singer.

In 2007, Blind Alfred Reed was inducted into the
West Virginia Music Hall of Fame, alongside other famous musicians from
West Virginia.
Also in 2007, a tribute album to Blind Alfred, named for one of his songs,
was released.
Always Lift Him Up: A Tribute to Blind Alfred Reed features nineteen
of Reed's most famous songs, recorded by artists from West Virginia,
such as Little Jimmy Dickens, Tim O'Brien and Ann Magnuson.

INTERVIEW

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REFERENCES

You Must Unload  (Alfred Reed)
 

Now you fashion-loving christians sure give me the blues
You must unload, you must unload
You'll never get to heaven in your jewel-encrusted high-heeled shoes
You must, you must unload

For the way is straight and narrow and few are in the road
Brothers and sisters, there is no other hope
If you'd like to get to heaven and watch eternity unfold
You must, you must unload

And you money-loving christians, you refuse to pay your share
You must unload, you must unload
Trying to get to heaven on the cheapest kind of fare
You must, you must unload

For the way is straight and narrow and few are in the road
Brothers and sisters, there is no other hope
If you'd like to get to heaven and watch eternity unfold
You must, you must unload

And you power-loving christians in your fancy dining cars
You must unload, you must unload
We see you drinking whiskey and smoking big cigars
You must, you must unload

For the way is straight and narrow and few are in the road
Brothers and sisters, there is no other hope
If you'd like to get to heaven and watch eternity unfold
You must, you must unload
I think you must, you must unload

Always Lift Him Up And Never Knock Him Down 
(Alfred Reed / Trad.)

When a fellow has the blues and feels discouraged
And there's nothing else but trouble all his life
When he's always grumbled at and never happy
Living with a scolding, aggravating wife
If he's sick and tired of life and takes to drinking
Do not pass him by, don't greet him with a frown
Do not fail to lend a hand and try to help him
Always lift him up and never knock him down

If he stays out late at night because he's worried
And because his home is not what it should be
Have a smile for him whenever you should meet him
It would help him just the right way, don't you see
If he gambles when he's in the town or city
Tell him what he ought to do to gain the crown
Lend a hand and do not fail to show him pity
Always lift him up and never knock him down

If he cannot pay his debts and feels disgusted
If he's blue and doesn't have a word to say
Let him know you are his friend who can be trusted
It would cheer this lonely fellow on his way
If he finds it hard for him to keep his family
Let a kind word greet his ear when he's around
Don't say anything at all to make against him
Always lift him up and never knock him down

If he has no friends and everyone's against him
If he's failed at everything that he has tried
Try to lift his load, to help to bear his burden
Let him know that you are walking by his side
And if he feels that all is lost, and he is falling
Try to place that poor man's feet on solid ground
Just remember he's some mother's precious darling
Always lift him up and never knock him down
Always lift him up and never knock him down

How can a poor man stand such times and live  (Alfred Reed)

There once was a time when everything was cheap,
But now prices nearly puts a man to sleep.
When we pay our grocery bill,
We just feel like making our will --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?
I remember when dry goods were cheap as dirt,
We could take two bits and buy a dandy shirt.
Now we pay three bucks or more,
Maybe get a shirt that another man wore --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Well, I used to trade with a man by the name of Gray,
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty-four pound bag.
Now it's a dollar and a half beside,
Just like a-skinning off a flea for the hide --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Oh, the schools we have today ain't worth a cent,
But they see to it that every child is sent.
If we don't send everyday,
We have a heavy fine to pay --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Prohibition's good if 'tis conducted right,
There's no sense in shooting a man 'til he shows flight.
Officers kill without a cause,
They complain about funny laws --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

 

Most all preachers preach for gold and not for souls,
That's what keeps a poor man always in a hole.
We can hardly get our breath,
Taxed and schooled and preached to death --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Oh, it's time for every man to be awake,
We pay fifty cents a pound when we ask for steak.
When we get our package home,
A little wad of paper with gristle and a bone --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Well, the doctor comes around with a face all bright,
And he says in a little while you'll be all right.
All he gives is a humbug pill,
A dose of dope and a great big bill --
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

LED BELLY

LED BELLY

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John A. and Alan Lomax, Negro Folk Songs as Sung by Lead Belly (New York: Macmillan, 1936).

Lornell, Kip; Wolfe, Charles (1999). The Life and Legend of Leadbelly. Da Capo Press.

Moses Asch and Alan Lomax, eds., The Leadbelly Songbook (New York: Oak, 1962).

Huddie William Ledbetter (født 23. januar 1888 i Mooringsport i Louisiana , død 6. desember 1949 i New York ) var en amerikansk visesanger og komponist. Ledbetter tok artistnavnet Leadbelly (på norsk «blymagen»), eller Lead Belly som han selv skrev det og slik det også står skrevet på gravsteinen.
 

Hovedinstrumentet var akustisk tolvstrengsgitar. På plakater ga han seg derfor selv den imponerende tittelen King among the world's 12 string guitarists, men han spilte også pianomandolinmunnspillfele og trekkspill, og sang med en klar, sterk røst.

I 1986 ble Ledbetter posthumt valgt inn i Blues Hall of Fame.

Leadbelly startet sin karriere med å følge den blinde folkesangeren Blind Lemon Jefferson på turneer i Sørstatene. De hadde begge folkeviser, blues og negro spirituals på repertoaret. Selv om læremesteren var en stor nok stjerne til at han fikk spille inn grammofonplater skulle Leadbelly fullstendig overgå ham som musikalsk legende.
 

Huddie Leadbelly var flere ganger i klammeri med politiet. I 1918 fikk han en dom på 30 år for mord, men ble sluppet fri allerede i 1925. I 1930 fikk han en ny dom på ti år for mordforsøk. Det var nå han ble oppdaget av den kjente amerikanske folkemusikksamleren John Lomax. Lomax gjorde de første opptak med Leadbelly i fengslet, og da han i 1934 ble benådet ble han sjåfør for Lomax og fulgte med ham på kryss og tvers gjennom Sørstatene for å gjøre lydbåndopptak og møte folkesangere. Lomax' beste kilde til folkevisene var likevel Leadbelly.
 

John og Alan Lomax skrev en bok om Leadbelly og visene hans, og nå fikk han også spille inn plater, som ofte var å høre på radio i USA. I de følgende årene opptrådte han både på nattklubber, universiteter og skoler. Samme år som Leadbelly døde hadde hans Goodnight, Irene oppnådd å bli en kjempeslager.
 

Mange av Leadbellys sanger er blitt standardlåter på såvel visesangeres som

på bluesartisters repertoar. Popgrupper fra The Rolling Stones til ABBA har

likeledes spilt inn sangene hans. Goodnight, Irene er allerede nevnt. En annen

kjent sang av Leadbelly som ble en hit er Cotton Fields, som ble spilt inn av 

The Beach Boys i 1970. I 1993 spilte Nirvana en coverversjon av sangen 

Where Did You Sleep Last Night under deres MTV Unplugged-konsert, som

ble en kjempehit.


Den ameriaknske sangartisten Tom Waits uttalte til The Guardian 

20. mars 2005 at «Lead Belly var en elv, var et tre. Hans tolvstrengersgitar

ringte som et piano i en kirkekjeller, selve Rosettastenen for mye av det som

skulle følge»

Irene goodnight  (Lead Belly)

Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted
Gonna take a little stroll downtown

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Stop ramblin', stop your gamblin'
Stop stayin'out late at night
Come home to your wife and your family
And sit by the fire so bright

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

I love Irene, God knows I do
Love her 'til the rivers run dry
If irene should ever turn her back on me
Gonna take morphine and die

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Cotton Fields  (Lead Belly)

When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle
In them old, old cotton fields at home
When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle
In them old, old cotton fields at home

[Chorus]
Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields at home
It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old, old cotton fields at home


It may sound a little funny But, you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields at home
It may sound a little funny But, you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields at home


[Chorus]
Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields at home
It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields at home

I was over in Arkansas People ask me, "What you come here for?"
In them old cotton fields at home
I was over in Arkansas People ask me, "What you come here for?"
In them old, old cotton fields at home

[Chorus]
Oh, when those cotton balls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields at home
It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields at home

Oh, when those cotton balls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton
In them old, old cotton fields at home 
It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old, old cotton fields at home

Take this hammer  (Lead Belly)

Take this hammer take it to the captain take this hammer take it to the captain
Take this hammer take it to the captain tell him I'm gone tell him I'm gone

 

If he asks you was I runnin' if he asks you was I runnin'
If he asks you was I runnin' tell him I's flyin' tell him I's flyin'

 

Tell the captain I was headed for the river tell the captain I was headed for the river
Tell the captain I was headed for the river tell him I swim tell him I swim

 

Take this hammer take it to the captain take this hammer take it to the captain
Take this hammer take it to the captain tell him I'm gone gone gone tell him I'm gone

 

When that steamboat comes down the river when that steamboat comes down the river
When that steamboat comes down the river I'm a gonna swim when it comes by

 

Twenty-five miles in Mississippi twenty-five miles in Mississippi
Twenty-five miles in Mississippi tell him I'm gone gone gone tell him I'm gone

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