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Rheta Grimsley Johnson -- The Atlanta
Journal Constitution 3/18/2001
BLUES BROTHERS
Along U.S.61, Mississippi
The echo was stupendous. Inside the
cavernous red barn on the Stovall Farms, where Muddy Waters
spent a
big, worried hunk of his life, Eddie Thomas sang the "Country Blues." He sang it the best he could, Muddy in mind.
"Anything you want to say to Muddy,
Eddie?" Frank Thomas asked his brother when the song was
done.
Eddie knew what Frank meant. Muddy Waters
might have been there, singing from the gut, scaring sparrows
from the loft.
And that echo.
"It was like being in Notre Dame, or
some other cathedral," Eddie says.
All along historic Highway 61, from
Memphis to New Orleans, Eddie is singing and his brother Frank
recording. When they are done, there will be an album of 61
blues and jazz songs, recorded in places somehow appropriate to
the music.
They are like older Hardy Boys, solving
musical mysteries in their own back yard. Used to working
together, the Thomases can finish one another's sentences or
step back politely in fraternal deference as the other speaks.
There is mutual respect.
The Mississippi blues brothers, day by
day, have set up their rudimentary "studio" on a
Beale Street corner, in a Memphis city trolley, on stage at the
Orpheum Theater. They have recorded at the spot where the
Mississippi River levee broke during the Great Flood of 1927,
in pecan groves, on top of abandoned railroad beds, in deserted
depots, in silent cotton gins.
Forty songs down, 21 to go.
The Thomas brothers are determined to
finish by summer a CD that will give something extra to all
blues fans everywhere:
“They've heard the music, now we
want them to hear the land ..."
They are calling it "Angels on the
Backroads." Its the kind of project that needs a deadline.
Otherwise, well, you could keep trucking Highway 61 forever,
forgetting about the pressures peculiar to this century. In a
sense, Highway 61 is a road to the past. Or at least the part
of the past worth keeping.
Anywhere they find musical roots, the
Thomases dig in and record. They have done their homework,
mostly at the University of Mississippi's extensive blues
archives -selecting the songs, learning their histories,
delving into musical minutia such as exactly how each original
artist tuned his guitar.
Every Tuesday for five years Eddie, 54,
and Frank. 48, faithfully drove down to Ole Miss at Oxford from
their home in the red-brick Hundley Hotel in luka. All towns
need a substantial structure like the Hundley.
Up in that old hotel --lovingly restored
by the brothers -- is the Thomas studio, complete with
egg-crate insulation and a mixing closet shared with a
hot-water heater. Whenever a train rumbles by, the recording
business stops. But that's all right; every sentence
needs a period.
If you think about it, nearly every small
Southern town has a family like this one. Tremendously
talented, slightly eccentric, infinitely interesting. And
nothing rouses small-town curiosity like exceptional talent and
the rare ability to eschew a 9- to-5 job.
So when the Thomases recently announced a
preview of their work-in-progress to be held at noon in the
local library , the house was full. The crowd, to its
everlasting credit, was appreciative.
Iuka, the Thomases' home, is in
hardscrabble Hill Country, never to be confused with the rich
Deltaland. Yet the blues paved a less-traveled road between
regions, running like a deep, abiding river between towns and
topography. The Thomas brothers rode it.
Frank -- writer, photographer ,
independent filmmaker -- once won a gold medal at the Houston
Film Festival for a movie he made, with Eddie's help, starring
their effervescent mother, Billie.
Eddie, a trained pharmacist, can play any
instrument you put before him and has composed numerous songs
for Frank's films and other projects. Eddie got stage
experience as a young guitarist, performing as half a folk duo
during half a dozen summers at a Maine resort hotel.
"We were Eddie and Harold, the
laundry boy and the lifeguard, performing in the lounge,"
Eddie says. By the time the resort summers were over, Eddie had
quite a repertoire. With no formal training but high school
band, Eddie has that uncommon thing: a natural ability.
Together, a few years back, the brothers
made and marketed an audio guide for travelers along the nearby
Natchez Trace, a federal park that follows the old trade route.
This time the spotlighted byway is
Highway 61, a. strip of asphalt exalted to almost mystical
status by blues fans everywhere.
"A blues revival comes along about
every 10 years," Frank figures, "and we hope 'Angels
on the Backroads' will coincide with this one."
To that end, the two men headed west,
toward Memphis and the Mississippi Delta. They were a curious
sight. Eddie singing Frank Stokes' "Downtown
Blues" onboard car number 194 of the Main Street Trolley,
riding two loops of the city for 50 cents. Eddie blowing the
opening trumpet refrain of W.C. Handy's "Boogie Woogie on
St. Louis Blues" atop the roof of the Fall Building. Eddie
and Frank in the darkened Orpheum Theater, Eddie singing
Alberta Hunter's "Downhearted Blues."
On down into the Delta, into the
countryside, where a crop- duster almost drowned out Gus
Cannon's "Poor Boy a Long Way From Home" sung by
Eddie on a depot foundation in Tutwiler.
Eddie played Charlie Patton's
"Peavine Blues" inside a cotton gin on Dockery Farms.
"You can record in a cotton gin only when it's not
running; if it's running, you can't even record in the
town," Eddie laughs.
Curious onlookers have driven their John
Deeres close enough to watch the recording sessions, and on the
Memphis trolley a woman offered Eddie a Sunday singing job.
"I told her we already had a Sunday
gig, singing in the Methodist choir."
On the demo album, Eddie gives a little
of the history of each song and describes the performance site.
The narratives are purposely brief.
"It's the music, stupid!" a
sign in the studio reminds them.
"They definitely put in the hours
and a lot of hard work at the library," Ole Miss blues
archivist Ed Komara says. "The Thomas brothers are
tailoring
their project for general audiences, and
it'll be a good introduction for those interested in the blues
but who are not necessarily aficionados."
The land, the brothers say, is
inseparable from the music. The land is as rich and deep and
colorful as the songs first sung here. The land is responsible,
in a sense.
"I don't consider myself a blues
singer," Eddie readily admits.
He and Frank are more like missionaries,
sharing the word about the place, the people and the past.
"We grew up in the garden,"
Eddie says. Now it's harvest time.
Rheta Grimsley Johnson's commentaries are
distributed by King Features Syndicate.
M. Scott Morris - Northeast Mississippi
Daily Journal -- 3/9/2001
Singing Down Hwy. 61
Iuka brothers taking Mississippi blues
tour
A pair of Iuka brothers decided I to let
music guide them, and that's made for quite a journey.
Frank and Eddie Thomas are compiling a
collection of 61 songs with connections to places along Highway
61; from Memphis to New Orleans.
"Our whole idea was to tie the music
to the land," 54-year-old Eddie Thomas said. "We
wanted to make that connection."
The brothers have taken their equipment
on the road to record Memphis Minnie and Kansas Joe's
"When the
Levee Breaks" at the foot of the
levee northwest of Walls and "61 Highway Blues" by
Fred McDowell in a pecan grove on the side of Old Highway 61.
"We wanted to record these things on location," he
said.
"We wanted to get a feeling for
being there. We wanted to breathe the same air these musicians
breathed years ago."
High life
Frank Thomas, 48, handles the recording
and studio work while his brother performs the music.
"When at all possible, we record it
on location," Frank Thomas said. "We bring it back to
the studio and dub harmonies and voices."
In the case of W.C. Handy's "St.
Louis Blues," the final product only includes a few notes
from the field, while the rest was added at the brothers' Pearl
Street Studio in Iuka.
On a September evening in 1914, Handy and
his band debuted "St Louis Blues" on the Alaskan Roof
Garden atop the Falls Building in Memphis.
"There's nothing on top of the
building now. We got permission to go on the roof and record
the first phrase from the song on a trumpet, " Eddie
Thomas said. "The view is the same. The Mississippi
River was right there in front of us. It was amazing to
be at the same place where these notes first rang out."
Tracing the roots
Before hauling microphones around Memphis
and small Delta towns, the brothers buried themselves in
research to find the people, places and stories behind the
blues.
The brothers certainly don't fear
research, which they proved by producing "Natchez Trace: A
Road Through the Wilderness," a six audio tape tour of the
historic road.
"I read a zillion books on the blues," Eddie Thomas said. "I didn't
really think there were going to be so many people who were
significant to the story."
They learned about people like Son House,
a Robinsonville bluesman who influenced the likes of Muddy
Waters and Robert Johnson.
In "Land Where the Blues
Began," Alan Lomax describes "an aging grocery store
that smelt of licorice and dill pickles and snuff' where House
and his buddies stripped to their waists and played music.
The Thomas brothers found the place,
Clack's Store, and recorded House's "Shetland Pony
Blues."
“The first take we did a
mockingbird was singing. In every other take, the bird
didn't sing," Frank Thomas said. "We ended up using
the take with the bird. There was just something special about
it "
Miles to go
Many of the 40 recordings completed so
far include the sounds of trolley cars or honey bees behind
Eddie Thomas's guitar and vocals.
"It's a lot of fun, but it's pretty
exhausting, too," he said. "We're setting up the
equipment and taking it down and adjusting to whatever happens.
That's part of it. If the wind blows, the wind blows."
When spring arrives, the brothers plan to
hit the road again, following the music down to New Orleans for
the last 21 recordings.
Frank Thomas, who is writing the liner
notes for each recording and location, joked that the
completion date for the three-CD project was three years ago.
The deadline may be off, but there's
little chance the project will go unfinished. The music has a
pretty strong hold on the guys.
"Some of these people wrote their
songs 100 years ago and we're still influenced by them,"
Frank Thomas said. "Think of the power of that. Did
they know what they were doing or were they just living their
lives?"
His brother is pretty sure those old
musicians were just living everyday lives that ended up having
extraordinary impacts on music and the world.
"It's a real inspiration to
me," Eddie Thomas said. "You do feel these folks. I
would like to think of them saying, 'I appreciate you doing
this."'
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Geniuses might live near you, too
Iuka, Miss.-- A hometown genius is the
hardest to recognize. Prophets without honor without exception.
We all expect geniuses to live somewhere
exotic, somewhere else. They should look different, too, with
an Einstein shock of white hair, or at least Mark Twain's
dapper white suit. Geniuses should radiate.
They should speak in perfectly modulated
voices, like the late Barbara Jordan or David McCullough.
Geniuses should enunciate.
We certainly don't expect to pass their
houses daily on the way to the post office, the dry cleaner's,
the grocery store. We don't expect to claim them as friends.
Not once, but two or three times a day I
drive past the old hotel where brothers Frank and Eddie Thomas
live and work. On my way to pay the light bill or buy
toothpaste, I pass and wonder how they are doing, what they are
perfecting. Perfecting is their business.
The other day they ventured out to
Fishtrap Hollow, but I wasn't at home. That bothered me because
I always enjoy their company. Eddie sometimes sings for us;
Frank is a natural wit. We have a good time just swapping
stories.
But the day I missed them, Frank and
Eddie left on my porch proof positive of what I'd long
suspected: that they are geniuses. I don't use the word loosely
or with bias; I expect a lot of my geniuses.
For years, the Thomas brothers have been
working on an exceptional musical project, exceptional because
they are. They left behind the first installment: " Angels
on the Backroads, Volume 1, Memphis to Clack's Store."
Several years ago the brothers Thomas set
out from Memphis to New Orleans along old Highway 61. Eddie had
his guitar. Frank had his hand-held recorder. They have a
theory about the poets, the angels, who left so much music on
Mississippi's bluest highway.
Both brothers brought an encyclopedia's
worth of knowledge built from an exhaustive, fresh-eyed study
of the blues. During a five-year period, they researched and
recorded 61 pivotal blues songs along Highway 61, at locations
significant to each song.
Alberto Hunter's "Downhearted
Blues," for instance, Eddie performed at the Orpheum
Theater in Memphis during a break between shows. They recorded
Frank Stokes' "Downtown Blues" on the back bench of
car No. 194 of Memphis Main Street Trolley while it jostled and
jingled along. And for "Jim Jackson's Kansas City
Blues," they had but to follow old Jim's vision:
"So, we drive down a bumpy road to
the levee south of Lake Cormorant, Mississippi. Nine o'clock in
the morning and already hot, we climbed up on top of the levee
with our instruments and recording gear. The levee offers no
shade on a sunny day…"
Frank is the writer and the technical
whiz who somehow incorporated the rattles of the trolley, the
sundry street noises, echoes inside a plantation barn or a
cathedral.
Eddie is the musician. He plays, he
sings, he reconstructs in respectful renditions that never seen
presumptuous or false. His musical research was so complete, so
detailed, that he knew how each blues composer had tuned his
guitar for each song.
The production itself was kept simple,
true to its roots. No backup bands, no fancy studios. When
Eddie plays and sings the "Memphis Jug Blues" you
know it's also him on the jew's-harp. There will be four CDs in
all. The first is available for purchase at
www.AngelsOnTheBackroads.com. I don't usually attempt to sell,
but I make exceptions. If you think you know a little something
about the blues, you'll enjoy this take on roots music. If you
know nothing about the blues, this is a good primer.
The Thomas brothers now are working on a
companion and book that details their adventures along Highway
61 and educates at the same time. And there will be a 61-stop
concert tour at high schools in Tennessee, Mississippi and
Louisiana sponsored by the University of Mississippi's Center
for the Study of Southern Culture.
They always are working on something,
Frank and Eddie. Which might be the secret to becoming a
genius. You were born with abilities, but the devil is in the
honing.
And the angels, well, they are slightly
out of reach, in the darkness of our ignorance along the back
roads.
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Write to Rheta Grimsley Johnson, King
Features Syndicate, 235 E. 45th Street, New York, NY 10017.
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