***From Out In The Be-Bop Blues Night- Sippie Wallace's Women Be Wise
A film clip of Sippie Wallace performing her classic, Women Be Wise (also covered by Bonnie Raitt and Maria Muldaur among others).
A film clip of Sippie Wallace performing her classic, Women Be Wise (also covered by Bonnie Raitt and Maria Muldaur among others).
From The Pen Of Frank Jackman
A while back, oh, maybe a couple of
months ago, when I was on one of my periodic barrelhouse women’s blues moments,
a moment when I desperately needed to hear that crystal clear “folk” wisdom
many of those hard-living, hard-drinking, hard-working, hard beat down man
times women put forth in their songs (many of the lyrics written, written maybe
in blood, by the based on those same hard experiences). One song, Women Be Wise, done originally by Sippie
Wallace way back in the late 1920s when she was one of the queens of the
barrelhouse blues, caught my attention and stayed in my mind for a while. At
that time I decided to let Sippie’s words speak for themselves and posted the
song on the Blues In The Night blog that
I make comments on occasionally with this: “Well I will just let Sippie tell it
like it is for once. Speak some unfathomed truth. Without further comment by me since anything
added would be some much bad air. Okay. ” And that was a right decision at the
time. Then last month out of the blue one of my young co-workers told me a
story, told it to looking for a little sympathy since I knew the guy involved,
about her wayward girlfriend and her, well, two-timing straying man. After
hearing her out I sensed there was some kind of cautionary tale to be told so I
will repeat what she said to me as best I remember it. If the story sounds
familiar, sadly familiar to your own life experiences, then just skip to the
bottom for my take on the thing:
Brenda Swain had gone to the Rhode
Island School of Design and studied the graphic arts, worked in Providence for
a while after school at a small firm before moving to Boston, really Hullsville
a few miles south the city to be closer to her new work location at IAM Associates,
the place where I work as well. She shared a condo with another young woman roommate,
also an artist of sorts. Brenda had moved to Boston to have more opportunity to
grow in her chosen field. And she turned out to be crackerjack graphic artist
in every way providing us with high quality work and many worthwhile
suggestions for layouts in our various campaigns. Although we did not work
directly together, she was not part of my staff, our joint projects brought us
together enough that we could chat, chat personal stuff from time to time
without embarrassment, and without the hassles associated with talking to
peers, work peers or generational peers.
Early on Brenda had told me that
beyond expanding her career horizons she had moved to Boston to have better
shot at grabbing a man (she didn’t put it that way, it was not her style, her
way of speaking, but that is the gist of her idea, okay). She said the male
market in Providence was “the pits. (and that was her expression)” Since she
had not had a serious relationship for a few years because she had decided to
concentrate on her career she was beginning to worry that she was old hat, that
she was going to wind up living alone with a cat, or some such thing. When she
told me this I thought that she was probably going to be in for some
disappointments in that arena since the Boston area was overloaded with
talented and very eligible women looking for a relatively small cadre of “do-right”
guys. At least that was what my daughters and others had told me. And so for a
time, maybe six months Brenda would come into my office, usually on Monday, and
relate her latest “bummer” to me. Usually this was about some desperation “one
night stand” or running into some weirdo who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Then Tim, Tim Larkin, came on her horizon.
Above I mentioned that one of the
reasons Brenda told me her latest sad tale that I am relating to you was that I
knew the guy. See Tim was a young go-getter self-starter who worked for the
firm that does our final phase layout work, who actually does the bulk of the
layout work himself, and does it well. He had been out of town on some big
assignment for a while but when he came back we needed his help on the Cassidy
account, the big department store chain based over in Clintondale. And Brenda
was the chief graphic artist on that account. So they met, met and worked
together for a few weeks while I was working on other projects. Then one day,
maybe a month later. Brenda came in and told me that they were, and this is the
way she put it, “an item.” She then went
on to describe his virtues, his personal virtues since I already knew his work
virtues. She even hinted that he might be “Mr. Right” although she said that a
little tentatively, a little like she wasn’t sure when the other shoe would
drop like had happened with some of her other recent explorations.
And this Tim did seem like one of
that very small pool of “do-right” guys that are a vanishing breed at least in
Boston. He came out of the Dorchester working-class section of Boston, put
himself through Boston College and was making himself indispensable at his job.
A bright future, no question. He also had been unlucky at love, having been
engaged at one point and then the young woman got cold feet. Brenda also told
me, or started to tell, me his qualities as a kind and thoughtful lover before
I cut her off on that subject. I am neither priest nor sex-crazed and so
reserve the right to not have to graphically hear about the mating habits of
the young (besides my temperature might rise a bit too much so consider the
health factor too). So Tim Larkin seemed like some angel and good for Brenda.
Except Tim, along with his stellar
virtues, was also a man and that is where Brenda made her fatal mistake. It
seems that she not only confided her Tim thoughts to me but would regale her
roommate, Minnie Shaw, with Tim’s virtues, including his wonderful ways under
the sheets. Now this Minnie, also was sans a male friend, also was looking for
a “do-right” guy although Brenda assumed that she would go out into the “meat
market” bar scene to find such a male. Wrong. We had to send Brenda on
assignment for a week to San Francisco to do some work for an important client
and somehow, the details were sketchy here, during that time Minnie, using her
Brenda knowledge of him, of his likes and dislikes, snagged one Tim Larkin,
snagged him right in their shared condo. And here is the strange part, strange
to my older ears anyway, Brenda finished up her sad tale by saying she hoped,
pretty please hoped, that somehow the three of them could work something out.
Jesus.
As Brenda was relating her story the
words to Sippie’s song kept beating through my head and this thought too- while
Brenda and Sippie were separated by two or three generations Miss Sippie long
ago had the right advice, the right advice indeed-“yah, don’t advertise your
man”- and guys think carefully about this wisdom too.
******
Sippie Wallace
Women Be Wise
Women be wise, keep your mouth shut
Don't advertise your man
Don't sit around gossiping
Explaining what he really can do
Some women now days
Lord they ain't no good
They will laugh in your face
They'll try to steal your man from
you
Women be wise, keep your mouth shut
Don't advertise your man
Your best girlfriend
Oh she might be a highbrow
Changes clothes three time a day
But what do you think she's doing
now
While you're so far away?
You know she's lovin your man
In your own damn bed...
You better call for the doctor
Try to investigate your head
Women be wise, keep your mouth shut
Don't advertise your man
Women be wise, keep your mouth shut
Don't advertise your man
Now don't sit around girls
Telling all your secrets
Telling all those good things he
really can do
Cause if you talk about your baby
Yeah you tell me he's so fine
Honey I might just sneak up
And try to make him mine
Women be wise, keep your mouth shut
Don't advertise your man --
Don't be no fool!
Don't advertise your man
Baby don't do it!
********
Beulah "Sippie" Thomas grew up in Houston, Texas where she sang and
played the piano in her father's church. While still in her early teens she and
her younger brother Hersal and older brother George began playing and singing
the Blues in tent shows that travelled throughout Texas. In 1915 she moved to
New Orleans and lived with her older brother George and got married to Matt
Wallace in 1917. During her stay there she met many of the great Jazz musicians
like King Oliver and Louis
Armstrong who were friends of her brother George. During the early 1920s she
toured the TOBA vaudeville circuit where she was billed as "The Texas
Nightingale". In 1923 she followed her brothers to Chicago and began performing
in the cafes and cabarets around town. In 1923 she recorded her first records
for Okeh and went on to record over forty songs for them between 1923 and 1929.
Her brother Hersal died of food poisoning in 1926 at age sixteen. Wallace was
unique among the Classic Blues singers in that she wrote a great deal of her own
material, often with her brothers supplying the music. The sidemen who played on
her recording sessions were always excellent and included the cream of New
Orleans Jazz musicians, like King Oliver, Louis Armstrong, Clarence
Williams, Sidney Bechet and Johnny Dodds among others. Sippie moved to Detroit in
1929 and left show business in the early 1930s as the Blues craze ran its
course. In 1935 and 1936 her aunt Lillie, her husband Matt and her brother
George (who was hit by a streetcar) all died . She found solace in religion and
during the next forty years she was a singer and organ player at the Leland
Baptist Church in Detroit. She occasionally performed over the years, but did
little in the Blues until she launched a comeback in 1966 after her longtime
friend and fellow Texan, Victoria Spivey called
"Sippie Wallace and Victoria Spivey". Wallace's next album was called "Sippie
Wallace Sings the Blues" for the Storyville label in 1966. Wallace suffered a
stroke in 1970 but managed to keep recording and performing. With the help of
Bonnie Raitt she landed a recording deal with Atlantic Records and recorded the
album, "Sippie", which featured Raitt, was nominated for a Grammy in 1983 and
won a W.C. Handy Award for best blues album in 1984. Sippie Wallace was the aunt
of Hociel Thomas and Hersal Thomas.
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