By Jef With One F
By Rocks Off
By Chris Lane
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
"R.L. Burnside and Junior Kimbrough would play on Sundays for $2 admission, and they would just tear it up," Johnson says. "I didn't really know what I was doing, but I just wanted to record those two guys. I will never forget the first time that I saw R.L. I asked a buddy to show him to me, and there were all these cows on the road and it was pouring rain. I walked over, and I remember he rolled down the window of his Chrysler station wagon. There was a six-pack in his lap, and he had every fucking warning light on in the car. He had no career ambition, was 60 years old and drunk as fuck. It was such a pure thing, so I thought we should corrupt it."
The documentary You See Me Laughin': The Last of the Hill Country Bluesmen, originally released in 2002 and now out on DVD, tells the hard-luck, murder-and-mayhem tales of Fat Possum's roster of ex-con bluesmen. Take Burnside. A sharecropper most of his life, he decamped to Chicago to play the blues in his early twenties, only to see most of his family killed off in unrelated incidents (his father, two brothers and an uncle were all murdered). He gave as good as he got, though -- Burnside tells the story of how he shot a man in the back of the head over a $400 gambling debt. He claims he served only six months, which Burnside likely sees as justice. Once asked if he meant to kill the man, Burnside said, "I meant to shoot him in the back of the head; him dyin' was between him and the Lord." Burnside and T-Model Ford may look like cuddly grandpas nowadays, but they used to be real badasses: In a bar fight, Ford was stabbed before slitting a man's throat with a switchblade and winding up on a chain gang.
The documentary uses pen drawings to illustrate the bluesmen's seedy stories, but the storytellers are often more effective. With almost no emotion, Burnside tells his tale of shooting a man, but you can see the pain in Ford's face when he recalls his rough and often abusive childhood.
Suffering for your art is a blues cliché, but these experiences have led to some mean-sounding, entirely authentic regional music. Sometimes out of key and strident, Fat Possum songs nevertheless cut to the core in expressing heartbreak and anger. It's the live performances that make Laughin' so estimable. There's rare footage of Burnside playing in the '70s, singing some seductive music with a group of women dancing around him; Kimbrough, meanwhile, is captured in a far more recent performance at his juke joint, effortlessly letting loose with his relaxed, soulful guitar sound.
Who's ultimately responsible for this? Two white boys: the articulate redneck Johnson and his chubby partner Bruce Watson. They provide much of the narrative for You See Me Laughin' and act as a bridge between a still-rowdy Southern grandfather like R.L. Burnside and a chic New York act like the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, taking the last true Mississippi bluesmen and plugging them into the outside world of punk rock and hip-hop.
"I'm not a documentarian," Johnson says (Laughin' is directed by Mandy Stein). "It's important to me that they are treated like real artists and not like a fuckin' butterfly collection. I want to take somebody who hasn't left the rural South -- or the county -- to Europe, to make money and then watch all the problems that come of that." Johnson pauses to laugh, wondering aloud if he sounds like an asshole. "There's kind of a Ringling Bros. thing to that," he admits. "But that's all it is at the end of the day, like getting R.L. to open for the Beastie Boys or Junior Kimbrough opening for Iggy Pop."
It's debatable whether Fat Possum's efforts to modernize its artists (remixes of Burnside's tunes, his collaboration with Jon Spencer or the more recent Junior Kimbrough tribute album) have worked or not; the label caught flak from purists, though the results were hardly awful. But Fat Possum has done a brilliant job of distributing its records to an audience beyond blues diehards, and the mainstream has noticed. Laughin' includes glowing testimonials from industry big shots like Iggy Pop and Bono. And overall, the label has rescued vital music that might never have been recorded, and in the process has provided a source of income for a group of musicians who'd resigned themselves to quietly living out the end of their lives in rustic squalor.
You Can See Me Laughin' is a good place to begin for the Fat Possum novice. Those moving on to CDs should check out Burnside's First Recordings and Mississippi Hill Country Blues, Ford's You Better Keep Still, Jimmy Lee Williams's Hoot Your Belly, Joe Callicott's Ain't a Gonna Lie to You and splendid Ohio blues-rock duo the Black Keys' Thickfreakness.
Fat Possum has suffered bankruptcy, loads of legal trouble, years of debt and a recent unhappy separation from punk label Epitaph, its former joint-venture partner, that has led to a pending lawsuit (no comment from either side). "We're still here," Johnson says. "Survival is triumph. We don't have a swimming pool or anything like that. But business isn't abysmal. I've run it up to a million in the hole before. I guess now it's better than it's ever been."