In
The Beginning Was The Jug- The Jim Kweskin Jug Band
As
told to Alex Radley
Who
knows how it happened maybe somebody in the band looked up some songs in the
album archives, or found some gem in some record store, an institution now on
the ropes what with Amazon and every other on-line music site to tear into the
very marginal profits of record store brick and mortar operations, that
sustained many for hours back then in the cusp of the 1960s folk revival when
there were record stores on almost every corner in places like Harvard Square
and you could find some gems if you searched long enough. That is where Si
Lannon found Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music (although
sometimes the search was barren or, maybe worse, something by Miss Patti Page
or Tennessee Ernie Ford stared you in the face and you got pissed off that
those selections were even in a record store). From there they found, maybe
Cannon’s Stompers, the Mississippi Sheiks or the Memphis Jug Band, saw they
could prosper going back to those days if they kept the arrangements simple,
and that was that.
See,
everybody then was looking for roots, American music roots, old country roots,
roots of some ancient thoughts of a democratic America before the robber barons
and their progeny grabbed everything with every hand. And that search was no
accident, at least from the oral history evidence, from Si Lannon in this case,
having grown up with rock and roll and restless for something new, found in
that minute that genre wanting. Some went reaching South to the homeland
of much roots music and found some grizzled old geezers who had made a small
name for themselves in the 1920s when labels like RCA and Paramount went out
looking for talent in the hinterlands.
So
there was history there, certainly for the individual members of the Jim
Kweskin Jug Band, Jim, Geoff Mulduar, Mel Lymon, Maria Muldaur, Fritz Richmond
, all well-versed in many aspects of the American Songbook (hell, I would say
so, even old tacky Tin Pan Alley Irving Berlin and Cole Porter got a hearing),
history there for the taking. All they needed was a jug, a good old boy
homemade corn liquor jug giving the best sound and so they were off, off to
conquer places like Harvard Square, like the Village, like almost any place in
the Bay area. (That Bay Area a few years later a hub for all kinds of rock but
also saved space for the Kweskin Band as a number of poster art concerts now
considered high art would testify even in that Summer of Love craze, maybe
because of it.) And for a while they
did, picking up chimes, kazoos, harmonicas, what the heck, even standard
guitars and they made great music, great entertainment music, not heavy with
social messages but just evoking those long lost spirits from the 1920s when
jug music would sustain a crowd on a Saturday night out in the hinterlands.
Yeah, in the beginning was the jug…
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