Bob Dylan once said, “All these songs about roses growing out of people’s brains and lovers
who are really geese and swans that turn into angels. . . . I mean, you’d think
that the traditional-music people could gather from their songs that mystery is
a fact, a traditional fact.”
Dylan may or may not have come up
with this idea back in 1967, when he told this to Nat Hentoff in his justly
famous Playboy interview. But the
idea took hold. Simply put, the idea was this: that in traditional American
songs are mysteries, and these mysteries are not solvable ones. Instead they
lend the music a quasi-religious significance. The mysteries in traditional
American songs are akin to the mysteries of faith--the unknowability of God, of
death, of salvation.
This brings up a question. Did the
people who created and sang these songs find them mysterious themselves, or is
the mystery we find in them purely a product of our distance from them?
First, let’s look at “The Old Black
Crow in the Hickory Tree,” first recorded by Harry Frankel in 1924 and 1925, and then by The Allen Brothers in 1930. The song starts by posing the mystery
of the old black crow in the hickory nut tree, but never tells us exactly what
is so mysterious about it. The rest of the song is a series of jokes,
interspersed with the chorus: “It certainly is a mystery about the old black
crow in the hickory nut tree.”
The song was most likely a minstrel
number, and could have been anywhere from ten to fifty years old when it was first
recorded. Frankel, a minstrel performer from Indiana who lived in New York, later said that he didn’t write
his own material, and I have no idea if the Allen Brothers heard Frankel’s
version or whether the song was simply frequently performed back then.
At any rate, what strikes me is that
the song is all about a mystery, and we don’t find out what the mystery is. In
other words, the whole concept of mystery is treated as just as much of a joke
as the doctor who falls in the well
because he should have been tending the sick.
The same thing happens in “Diddie Wah Diddie,” here performed by
Blind Blake. Once again, we’re introduced to a mystery in the first verse, and
the chorus is about the same mystery; the rest of the song is a series of jokes.
So here are two examples, both of
them probably from the nineteenth or very early twentieth century, of songs
that deliberately obfuscate meaning, that create mystery by talking nonsense,
all the while commenting on that very fact. In other words, to use a British
phrase, they’re taking the piss out of mystery.
Harry Smith, who compiled Folkway’s Anthology of American Folk Music, was
quite enamored of mystery. He began Volume 3 of the Anthology, the one devoted to “songs” (as opposed to “ballads” and
“social music”), with Clarence Ashley’s “The Coo Coo Bird,” probably one of the hardest songs to summarize because every
verse is about something completely different. But in the light of “Diddie Wah
Diddie” and “Old Black Crow,” it’s pretty easy to figure out what’s going on in
this song: it’s nonsense, plain and simple.
You have to keep in mind that there
was very little mystery in the popular songs of the 1950s and early ’60s; by
contrast, the commercial cultural musical products of the South a generation or
two earlier already sounded as weird to Smith and Dylan as traditional
Bulgarian, Mongolian, or Central African music might have. There were various
reasons to be impressed with the mysteries of this old music: the methods of
transmission through the ages had resulted in strange corruptions and
recombinations, the sound was abrasive and harsh in comparison to contemporary music,
the subject matter often implied the universality of death.
I won’t claim that there’s nothing
really mysterious about the old traditional American songs. But I do think that
with a little digging you can find pretty reasonable explanations. Some songs
were mysterious on purpose--Blind Willie Johnson’s “Dark Was the Night--Cold Was the Ground” is clearly meant to be as
mysterious as God himself, especially since Blind Willie Johnson’s other songs
are all about God. (Dolly Parton’s “The Mystery of the Mystery” is another song that falls firmly in the religious
camp.) Junior Parker's "Mystery Train" is also deliberately mysterious, quite self-consciously so. Some songs, on the other hand, were mysterious as a joke. And some songs
were simply nonsense--which is inherently mysterious if you try to take it
seriously.
I’m going to come out and say it:
Dylan was wrong. I think it’s important to make a distinction between the kind
of mysteries one solves and the kind of mysteries that confront us when faced
with the ineffable. It’s only natural and probably inevitable that we should
confuse the two, so that what is not yet solved gains an aura of the sacred. We
naturally, then, elevate the more mysterious products of our culture. The
mysteries they evoke lend them depth, and we call them more authentic, among
other things. This is what attracted Dylan and Smith to them, and, in part,
what caused them to elevate the “old, weird America” (to quote Greil Marcus) over, say,
the relatively un-mysterious music of Duke Ellington or Cole Porter.
But if we rob traditional music of
its mystery, are we necessarily lessening our enjoyment of it? This reminds me
of how entranced I used to be by R.E.M.’s Murmur
when it first came out, or how the mysteries of what Mick Jagger was really singing in various places on Exile on Main Street kept me listening
far more studiously than if I’d known all the lyrics. As any reader of crime
novels or watcher of crime shows can attest, mystery is very compelling stuff.
But what makes mysteries compelling isn’t just letting them sit there, or accepting them as fact, as Dylan advocated. What makes mysteries compelling is trying to solve them. I hope I’ve solved a few, and I hope you can too.
--Yuval
I offer the theory that Dylan championed mysteries because it meant that if his own songs didn't make a whole lot of sense it might always be ascribed to mysticism rather than the ingesting of mind-altering substances. "If dogs run free, then why not we?" Us enjoyed that one.
Posted by: Graham Vickers | January 09, 2007 at 02:11 PM
Just a word of thanks. My maternal grandmother Goldie Ford Morris (1907-1989) would have been 100 this past week. When I was a child, she would sing "The Old Black Crow.." to me. Your .mp3 recording is the first I've found which mentions the horse, the flea and mice shooting dice. Where did you find it?
Posted by: Scott Sherer | April 22, 2007 at 11:34 AM
On an Allen Brothers CD which I bought for other reasons. I became quite enamored of this track. I'm so glad that you've found this song, and it's great that your grandmother used to sing it to you.
Posted by: yuval taylor | April 25, 2007 at 07:32 AM
Hey there. Found you while looking for other versions of the old black crow in the hickory nut tree. Like your blog immensely!
Posted by: Sam | January 31, 2009 at 07:52 PM