The story is that Mr. H. C. Speirs heard Isman Bracey singing his song, Shaggy Hound, up on Mill Street one Saturday Morning.  He liked it and asked to record Bracey.  Mr. Speirs originally owned a furniture store in Jackson and among the furnishings he sold were phonographs (and records).  Because there was so much musical talent coming out of the area, H. C. took it upon himself to become a free-lance talent scout.  It was a good business decision since he would not only get a fee for finding and managing good talent, it would also insure that there would be plenty of records available to sell featuring local artists.  He discovered many a blues great like Charley Patton and Skip James.  His encounter with Isman Bracey here on Mill Street added not only Bracey to Speirs' list of successes, but a friend of Bracey's as well, the  irrepressible Tommy Johnson.  Bracey said that Mr. Speirs changed the name of the song to Saturday Blues because he thought it would sell better.

Friday afternoon right about "Get Off" time it's pretty noisy anyplace you go in Jackson.  It was especially noisy on Mill Street down by the railroad tracks.  Between cars boom booming their way up and down the streets in celebration of the weekend, and planes flying overhead, we tried to slice our way through the heat of the afternoon and crank out a version of Shaggy Dog Blues.

It was a struggle to even get  the guitar in tune for all the noise.  We were no longer in the delta and now had to deal with "city life."  On the third take, a train came by and was so loud I thought for sure it would rattle the words right out of Eddie's head, but he made it through well enough.  I think we'll just use take. 

I don't know.  Maybe if we'd waited 'til Saturday morning some famous talent agent might have come by.  Now that would have been really nice for a couple of old Shaggy Hounds like us!