BLIND WILLIE McTELL: COMPLETE RECORDED WORKS, VOL. 1 (1927-1931)
1) Writin' Paper Blues; 2) Stole
Rider Blues; 3) Mama, 'Tain't Long Fo' Day; 4) Mr. McTell Got The
Blues (take 1); 5) Mr. McTell Got The Blues (take 2); 6) Three Women
Blues; 7) Dark Night Blues; 8) Statesboro Blues; 9) Loving Talking Blues;
10) Atlanta Strut; 11) Travelin' Blues; 12) Come On Around To My House Mama;
13) Kind Mama; 14) Teasing Brown; 15) Drive Away Blues; 16) This Is Not The
Stove To Brown Your Bread; 17) Love Changing Blues; 18) Talkin' To Myself; 19) Razor
Ball; 20) Southern Can Is Mine; 21) Broke Down Engine Blues; 22) Stomp Down
Rider; 23) Scarey Day Blues.
The usual way, these days, to learn about Blind
Willie McTell is through Bob Dylan — you have to become enough of a fan to get
around to The Bootleg Series, hear
how "no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell", and form
yourself the image of an old, weary, troubled, Old Testament-style
blueswailer, lambasting the evils of society with his art as nobody listens and
the hopelessly corrupt world crumbles all around his blind eyes and rusty
guitar.
Then you finally develop the incentive to go
check out the real Blind Willie
McTell, and if you only came to him after
the Dylan song (like I did, although the two experiences weren't directly
connected), you are in for quite a shock. The real Willie McTell, not the one invented by Dylan, but the one who
was actually born in Thomson, Georgia, on May 5, 1898, was nothing like that
image. Yes, he could occasionally
sing slow, moderately depressed blues, but in general, the music he played was
light, ragtime-influenced Piedmont blues, sung in a sweet, almost «romantic»
tenor that could even be mistaken for a white singer's voice.
(To get off the Dylan topic — if you really
want my opinion, I think that the protagonist of ʽBlind Willie McTellʼ is not
only a «collective-allegorical» figure, but is really much closer in attitude
to Blind Willie Johnson, who was just
as big an influence on Dylan as McTell and probably even more than that, in the
early days at least. It's simply that "no one can sing the blues like
Blind Willie Johnson" does not
fit into the song's rhythm-and-rhyme structure, and trivia like that never
bothered Bob for one second. He did cover McTell's repertoire with ʽBroke Down
Engineʼ and ʽDeliaʼ, but only ten years after
the original recording of ʽBlind Willie McTellʼ).
Anyway, Willie McTell was twenty-nine years old
when he first entered Victor Records' studio in Atlanta, and, unlike many, many
other bluesmen of the time who were more or less the same age when they started
out, Willie sounds exactly his age: in a blues world of raspers, howlers, growlers,
and grumblers he comes across as almost a crooner, except that there is a
light, pleasant nasal twang to his voice that prevents it from becoming overtly
sweet and sappy.
Arguably, the voice helps Willie to establish
an even sharper identity than his playing — which is perfectly adequate for a
Piedmont-style picker, but its only truly outstanding aspect is that McTell
mostly uses a 12-string guitar, so the overall sound is «fuller» and «busier»,
yet also more «fussy» than, say, Blind Boy Fuller's; to each his own choice of
favorite. Every now and then, though, Willie is practicing his inventiveness —
nowhere more so than on ʽAtlanta Strutʼ, a total classic of the ragtime blues
genre where Willie's guitar gradually builds up a complete picture of life
bustling on the streets of Atlanta, from crowing roosters to slide-pickin'
passers by.
Sympathetic, danceable, bouncy ragtime
entertainment stuff is certainly Willie's major trade during these early
years: ʽCome On Around To My Houseʼ, ʽKind Mamaʼ, ʽRazor Bluesʼ, and ʽSouthern
Can Is Mineʼ are all highlights of the genre, even if all are essentially
interchangeable and never venture far away from standard formula. But compare
Blind Boy Fuller's ʽLog Cabin Bluesʼ with McTell's ʽCome On Around To My Houseʼ
(essentially the same song) and McTell clearly emerges as the more lyrical,
«frail» type. It's hard to imagine ladies swooning over Fuller, but Willie must
have been quite a charmer.
Of the more straightforward blues numbers,
ʽStatesboro Bluesʼ is quite well known for its popularization by the Allman
Brothers, but, as you can probably tell, the original has almost nothing to do
with the cover — McTell turns it into a mandolin-like ringfest, where Duane
Allman would later turn it into a launchpad for some mighty slide riff
exploration. It is rather ʽBroke Down Engineʼ that already sounds like a highlight
here, decades before receiving the
Dylan treatment — one of the most acutely «stressed» numbers in Willie's
repertoire. And again, even though the song is built on a memorable guitar
line, regularly interrupted by gloomy bass notes, it is the voice that takes
the cake: Willie cannot make it rumble, but he can make it tremble, and when he
is not conveying lightheartedness and happiness, he can sure as heck convey
«little man» insecurity and paranoia. In such moments, he sometimes ends up
reminding me of Ray Davies circa Muswell
Hillbillies, regardless of how appropriate the comparison really is.
Overall, it's fairly hard to talk about
individual songs, as usual, but, unlike
similar collections by Blind Boy Fuller, McTell's recordings, assembled in
chronological order, are easier to listen to without skipping track after
track. It might have something to do with his vocal versatility, or, perhaps,
with the relatively high amount of playing freedom he allowed himself — paying
less attention to total precision and more to expressivity. In any case, the
presence of ʽAtlanta Strutʼ alone is sufficient ground for a thumbs up,
and when you have it on the same disc with ʽBroke Down Engineʼ and ʽStatesboro
Bluesʼ, not even a whole bunch of languid filler could pull them back down.
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