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WOODY GUTHRIE
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Hayes
For Woody,
On
And
They
with a smorgasbord of
America.
There
There
France
Cajun
dishes from
and the
Spain
and
Caribbean.
were raspberry
British
pilgrims...
Bahamas
France.
Like
Each
had a hundred
They
would all
But
for the rest of the country, the cities especially, things were starting to slide.
The
But
Americas
Too
history,
didnt have.
Prices
fell...
peoples livelihoods.
As
the economy
rocked, swayed,
and finally
collapsed,
It
Depression
Woody
continued
strumming his
chords, lost in
his own world
of rhythm and
and
Woody,
with no
money to lose,
remained unscathed.
rhyme.
He
had started
meeting some
He
tips.
played the old blues tunes from the low countries, whose saucy melodies dripped
with a visceral violence and carnal passion that shocked the churchgoers...
Woody
Matt
Uncle
Cluster Baker,
Woody switched
and when
to the
mandolin to complement
the sound, he thought
Woody, theres no way in hell were ready to play fer folksMatt here can barely scratch a squeal from his fiddle,
and you just picked up that there mandy box.
Yessir!!!
That may be truebut we got all the
heart in the whole
damned world!
Far
Pampa,
the
Red Cross
hospitals.
And
the
Corncob Trio
As
the cities
started crumbling,
Woodys
As
Woody
and his
Corncob Trio
started
they got an evening slot once a week at the local ice rink.
An this is my
sister, Mary.
Hello, Woody.
Ma, Pa, and m
sisters all came
to see our Matt.
They
my way, too.
as worn and
OH, HONEEEEE!!!
No
HONEEEEEE, OH HONEEEEE!
I JUST MET A CURLY-HEADED GAL, BAYYBE,
Then
suddenly,
the
Depression
hit the
South.
And
Woodys mother
There was a dollar from
the asylum-his mothers life
savings-and their condolences.
was dead.
And
The
thrum of
Pampa
was stilled.
The
streets no
People
People
milled around
And
It
Jeff
years, a story
the
Guthrie
kept resurfacing in
family
folklore, a tale of
Texas
first place.
Years
in the
before he was
Chisos
days ride
Mountains, a
from the Mexican border.
Each brother told the
legend a different way,
of lightning.
No
Jerry P.
Uncle Jeff
This again!...
hoo-boy!-were back in
the money.
A needle in a haystack.
And
They
so it was decided.
Jerry P.
Texas,
He
his brother
local pipe,
Rio Grande,
They
Chisos Mountains.
Woodys
He
had never
He
Jeff,
however,
was unimpressed.
While
they had come with a violin, six jars of alcohol, and a hand-drawn map.
But
the life
Woody
But
for
Woody,
the
Chisos Mountains,
And
They
of
Pampa
had changed.
More
Their
But Woody
had to shake
Woody
The Corncob Trio was playing its biggest gig to date, the local
parish hoedown. Mary would be there tonight, with the whole of
Matts family, proud as punch to see their son onstage.
bunting go up.
The
And
Mamas
washboard, a pair of
And
those same
in, bandaged up in
And
as their
Woody
Chisos Mountains
to
And
scratched a couple
of warm-up tunes
on their fiddleboxes,
the atmosphere
remained muted.
Every
time that
seemed to cough in
another dry cloud
of dust and choke
So,
And
laughing.
It
was rare
fiddle reel.
And
when she climbed to the stage for the next song, after
not so very much coaxing, she had on her wooden clogs, the
ones that usually sat on the shelf in the sitting room, the
ones the children had thought were ornaments.
And
And
the
Makes
Folks,
hushanow!
Laydeees
Hush
Biggest shindig
I ever bin to, let
alone be playin.
now, please.
the
Corncob
Trio.
And
And
And
Hard
To
GREAT GOD!
As
There
spellbound in the
sorcery of these
songs,
became
For
there was an
empowerment in
this empathy, a
catharsis in this
energy, as if each
man had gathered
the bare bones
of his personal
circumstances
energy of survival,
a heartbeat that
Because
singing
was breathing
and dancing
was moving ,
and breathing and
moving were for
And
Faces
dripping,
arms were
flailing, kids
were kissing,
were swaying in a
way that had
something to do with
the homebrew,
something to do
with the music,
with the way
And
Woody
quietly
Mary Jennings.