Back On The Move

I get up and head into the motel reception area for breakfast. There’s some strange choices on offer – cold, shelled boiled eggs, weird pastries, no hot food – but it’s OK. It’s packed out and difficult to get a seat at first. But then someone leaves and I cram myself onto a table in the corner. Looking around the place I see I’m the only white person in here. As, I then recall, I was in Shoney’s last night as well.

And then it strikes me that I didn’t see a single white person all day yesterday. In fact, I realise, the last time I did (apart from the Korean store owner) was passing through one of towns south of Leland. That’s a day and a half ago. It’s so different from life back home, but experiencing different places is one of the reasons for the trip.

Anyway, at $65 for the night, breakfast included, the motel is very good value – clean & comfortable. After checking out I turn right on to Hwy 82, heading west to Leland. A few miles on and I turn left onto S Broad Street – and it’s the Old Highway 61 that’s taking me into town!

Leland, The Hellhole Of The Delta

Leland, the hellhole of the Delta

From a display case in the museum

The town is almost deserted. It’s very quiet, there’s no-one walking around, and most of the stores seem closed. Yet it’s 10.15 am on a Saturday morning. I find the Highway 61 Blues Museum – and it’s closed!

Highway 61 Blues Museum leaflet

Surely it should be open by now? There’s nothing to indicate opening times but there’s a phone number on the door that I call. The guy who answers says someone should be there to open up soon. 10 minutes later a white guy does turn up outside to open the door. I follow him inside. He’s one of the museum curators and he says just to browse around as I wish.

Domino by Pat Thomas

Domino with graphic by Pat Thomas, which he drew for me when we met

The museum, housed in the old Montgomery Hotel, is an interesting place. It’s done quite well if a little rough round the edges in places. There doesn’t seem to be a theme or starting point, you just wander about the rooms and see what’s on display.

After about 20 minutes this tall, rangy black guy turns up and comes over and introduces himself. He’s quite a character, not too many teeth, gnarled fingers covered in plasters, dressed in scruffy t-shirt and sweat pants. But there’s a huge welcoming, beaming smile on his stubbled face. I’m not sure who he is, and his accent is really difficult to understand. But he’s very friendly and I think he says he’s going to play.

A Little Bit Of Blues

About 10 minutes later I hear this guitar start playing and someone singing. I wander back to the museum reception area and there is the guy who just introduced himself, sitting in the corner by the door, strumming and hollerin’ away.

It’s Pat Thomas, the son of James ‘Son’ Thomas! Click on the video to see him playing in the museum. The sound’s not brilliant but it was a treat to spend 10 minutes or so watching him.

Pat ThomasDisplay case in the museum about Pat and Son ThomasBio of Pat ThomasTrail marker outside the Highway 61 Blues MuseumOther side of the trail marker outside the Highway 61 Blues Museum
Brochure about the Mississippi Blues Trail

Brochure about the Mississippi Blues Trail

As I was leaving the motel earlier Tad, a guy I’m meeting in Memphis for a couple of music tours, called to postpone our tour tonight. This was to have been a tour of ‘real’ clubs around Memphis. Tad specialises in going ‘off the beaten track’ to back-street and lesser known venues for a ‘proper’ Blues experience, rather than the tourist joints on Beale Street.

He told me that clubs open and close all the time and there’s nothing really on tonight but there should be tomorrow night. So can we do the club tour then? Obviously I agree to his suggestion. Tomorrow morning with Tad is still on though, more of which later…

The brochure on the right is for the Mississippi Blues Trail. Their website’s got a list of all the Blues Trail Markers around the state such as Son Thomas’ in the photo slider above.

“I went down to the crossroads” * in Clarksdale

I’m finished at the museum now – it’s a good place, go visit it – so Clarksdale here I come. I drive out of Leland and onwards north up Hwy 61. After a sunny start to the day I’m now driving through heavy rain. I can’t see much of the countryside but the road is still open, flat and wide. After Cleveland, north of Leland, the Old Hwy 61 re-appears in a few places. The weather however is that bad it would make it quite difficult to figure out where to get on it.

First it’s not signposted off the new road, so I’d have to keep looking a map – whilst driving – to see where to get on it. Second issue is where and when to get back on the new road, because the old road appears to just stop in places. Street View shows it as a drivable road that turns into a dirt track in a couple of places. Anyway, such ‘on and off’ would certainly slow me down. Also I don’t know how long I want to spend in Clarksdale, before moving on to Memphis later. I stay on the new road.

Delta Blues Museum

Arriving in Clarksdale at lunchtime I pass the famous crossroads sign on the way into downtown. I find Yazoo Pass, a diner-type of place, for a sandwich. After this it’s a couple of blocks drive to the Delta Blues Museum. Whilst the building itself has been designated a Mississippi Landmark Property, it’s a bit nondescript. It was originally the Clarksdale freight depot built in 1918 for the railroad. No photos are allowed inside the museum. However it’s actually quite a small place and very disappointing to be honest. They’ve just built an extension but there’s nothing in that part of it yet.

Sadly the museum has some really badly portrayed exhibits, such as creased laser printed sheets of paper inside display cases stuck down with clearly visible sticky tape. There’s no logical sequence of either time, musical style or genre to how the exhibits are laid out. It’s all a bit of a jumble and poorly presented. There’s a grand plan laid out on a wall display which explains how they want to rectify some of this (for example by having  logical, time sequenced exhibits). However it’s taken 10 years after opening to get this far and just get the extension built. So who knows whether they’ll ever make it happen.

Crossroads sign at the original junction of Highways 61 and 49 Trail marker outside the Delta Blues Museum'Walk of Fame' plaque just outside the Delta Blues Museum for John Lee HookerPlaque of Ike Turner, born in Clarksdale, near to the Delta Blues MuseumPlaque of Son House near Cat Head on Delta Avenue

Cat Head in Downtown Clarksdale

Just across from the museum is Morgan Freeman’s Ground Zero Blues Club. But I’m looking for Cat Head, a store that specialises in Delta Blues CDs, videos and books. Using trusty Google Maps makes finding Cat Head a doddle, it’s just a short drive away in downtown Clarksdale. I spend a while browsing around the shop and buy a couple of Blues CDs – Robert Johnson – The Complete Recordings for one – and books. I knew that the King Biscuit Blues Festival was on in Helena at this time but I didn’t think I could fit it into the schedule.

Despite Tad postponing tonight’s tour of the clubs, I still have to be in Memphis tonight because I’ve got a pre-paid hotel room. And if I don’t check-in before midnight I lose the room, and the next three nights as well. But it’s only 3 pm and Memphis is, I reckon, only about 90 minutes drive away. So I’m on my original plan time-wise. This was to get to Memphis by 6 pm then meet Tad for the club tour this evening. But now that’s been postponed to tomorrow I’ve got some dead time in Clarksdale. Or can I get to King Biscuit, spend some worthwhile time there and still make it to Memphis by midnight?

I spell this out to the guy serving in the store and he says it’s probably not worth it. He says the timing would be tight plus I’d probably have to buy a full day ticket just for a few hours entry. A few years ago King Biscuit used to be a free festival but they now charge for entry. Tad was still under the impression it was free. He’d mentioned the festival this morning as a possible option for me to go to when we agreed to postpone his club tour.

The Wolfman

He then points to a photo behind him on the wall and says “Do you know who that is?”. No, I reply. “It’s Robert ‘Wolfman’ Belfour and he’s playing at Red’s Lounge tonight. You gotta go see him. He’s one of the last surviving old-school ‘real’ Delta Bluesmen. You’ll never see anything like it again and he’s in a real juke joint.”

Wow. Can’t miss that. I call Tad just to check this is no B-S and he says that if the Wolfman was on in Memphis we’d definitely go and see him. Plus he confirms Red’s is a bona-fide juke joint. Check it out on TripAdvisor and see it in We Juke Up in Here! So I decide to go. I’ve just got to work out timings to get to Memphis in time. So I get in the car and go to find Red’s to check it out. I pass it once and drive around a bit. It looks like it’s in a bit of a rough-ish neighbourhood of Clarksdale but Cat Head man said it was OK, so I trust his word.

I notice a difference here in Clarksdale from Greenwood et al further south. The mix of people I’ve seen in the museum and centre of Clarksdale has been equal black and white. Cat Head is run by a white guy, as was the guy serving. But I can tell the environment around Red’s has shifted a bit from the central downtown area of Clarksdale. I’ve only seen African Americans in this area. So I park up just opposite Red’s and get out of the car to go to talk to a couple of black guys I can see setting something up on the pavement outside of Red’s.

They’re really welcoming and helpful when I explain my situation. They say Wolfman will start at 8 pm. I reckon I can stay to watch him for about two hours before having to hit the road up to Memphis. Not ideal but at least I’ll see a legend play live.

All I’ve got to do now is kill about four hours…

Red’s Lounge – A Real Juke Joint

The guys outside Red’s were setting up a BBQ and they said to come back to eat before the music started. So, after cruising around town for a while and then parking up on the street to read my novel to kill some time, I arrive back at 6.45 pm for some food. It’s dark now and the BBQ is smoking away. The guys from before welcome me back. They say I’m early but invite me to stay as the food’s nearly ready. A couple more people turn up to help set up. I sit there on a table chatting away, shooting the breeze, drinking beers, just me and this bunch of black guys.

Red himself is there outside as well now. He’s pretty quiet apart from the odd dry bon-mot every now and again. It’s all really friendly, loads of good banter – and suddenly there’s Wolfman having a smoke outside! So I get introduced and he agrees to a photo. 🙂

I also talk to the cook as well, who’s a real laid-back, big tall black guy. He then says the food is ready so all of us outside chow down on some ribs, which are pretty good. An old-ish white couple turn up and sit on the table outside with us. A few other white folks are starting to arrive and go inside.

Shooting The Breeze

Outside though there’s a really cool vibe, with lots of chatter and banter between us all. Quite a few local guys drop by for a chat to Red and his team and then move on. Some more cruise by in custom car (with much joking and backchat between everyone). A bunch of Mexican labourers arrive in a huge pick-up truck and stop to get some ribs. Then, without any announcement, a guitar starts playing inside…

It’s just gone 8 pm so I head inside but there’s hardly anyone in the audience. I get a great seat right in front of the bar just a few feet away from Wolfman. As the set progresses, the audience does grow and the place fills up over time but also people are constantly coming and going. Folks are just wandering in for half an hour then leaving – and some quite rudely at that, like in the middle of a song.

Yet what’s also strange, to me anyway, is that everyone in the audience is white. Most people are in their 50s or 60s, with just a few younger people. But there are no black people in the audience. Why? Needless to say, the Wolfman, who turned 73 years old in 2013, is superb. One man, one guitar, one microphone. That’s it. What else do you need?

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[Sadly, since originally writing this page, the Wolfman passed away on February 24, 2015. He was 74.]

“All the Way to Memphis” **

It’s getting close to 10 pm, my cut-off time to leave. But it’s also starting to get very smoky inside from cigarette smoke. I feel my eyes and throat getting irritated. Mississippi allows smoking in clubs and bars but it’s not something I’ve been used to for a while. Red said earlier that Wolfman would play until midnight at least (!) but I’m not sure the smoke wouldn’t have driven me out before that, however reluctantly it is that I’m leaving now.

But Memphis beckons. I say goodbye to the guys outside, get into the car, and find my way back onto Hwy 61 North. The road is deserted, just the odd car here and there. The weather has dried up as well. In fact it was warm and sunny during the afternoon in Clarksdale. When we were sitting outside Red’s before the gig it was still warm. This is good because it means I can speed up a bit and make sure I get to Memphis on time.

Just over an hour later I’m entering Memphis’ outskirts. Eventually I find my way downtown and to the Peabody Hotel where I’m staying. I got a cheap deal via Priceline. I get into my room at 11.30 pm. Despite the long and late drive I’m still wide awake after such a great and interesting day. So I go back down into the bar for a – rather expensive – beer and shot of Jack Daniels. But, what the hell, superb day.

[Note: north of Clarksdale the Old Hwy 61 runs parallel to the new road all the way up, without breaks, to Walls just south of the Mississippi-Tennessee state line. The Memphis suburbs start soon after. But it was night-time so I wouldn’t have seen anything and I only had an hour or so to get to Memphis. I needed speed and the old road would take much longer than I had available. So, on my next visit to the area, I will definitely take the Old Highway 61 from Clarksdale to Memphis.]

Reflections: Backed by the River, Fronted by the Grave

Whilst sitting in the lobby bar sipping my JD I reflect on the day and specifically about Red’s, which happens to be located between a graveyard and the Sunflower River, hence Red’s tagline above. First thoughts are that the friendliness and positive vibe from everyone I met in Clarksdale was the same as in the South Delta (Greenwood, Indianola and Greenville), which was great.

The big surprise was that when I left Red’s it was still only white folks in the audience. I’m really surprised that a classic Delta Bluesman, in a real juke joint, was not being watched by even a few black people, never mind lots of them. A one-off occurrence or not? Who knows, but I do hope that Delta Blues is not just an experience either put on for or only experienced by white tourists these days.

Another aspect is that the Wolfman is not getting any younger. The guy in Cat Head implied there aren’t many of the old-style Bluesmen left. I do hope that some of the African American youth in the Delta today are carrying on the rich musical traditions of their forefathers. But I’ve officially left the Delta now. The lobby of the Peabody is the unofficial northernmost point. I’ve been greatly enlightened and enriched by the experience. Let’s see what Memphis can add to the story.

* Crossroads by Cream, laudably credited by Eric Clapton as being derived from Robert Johnson’s Cross Road Blues

** OK, it’s actually “All the Way from Memphis” in the song by Mott the Hoople, but close enough. 🙂

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