The Mississippi River covers a lot of history along its 2350 miles. Sometimes
literally. There are communities that have been washed under its high waters,
and the bones of ancient beasts -- and quite likely a few skeletons of
riverboat gamblers who got caught cheating at cards -- are trapped in the
strata of soil and rock over which it flows.
What's above the water line has naturally seemed more obvious. There are Civil
War battlefields, industrial cities fed by the river's easy transportation,
farm communities nurtured by the rich soil of its flood plain. And a host of
immigrant and indigenous peoples who either arrived via the river or have long
been sustained by it.
When we think about the Mississippi River, it's the everyday culture of these
people -- rather than the water's romantic lore -- that we tend to overlook.
After all, they're literally Middle Americans. They live without the glories of
either coast, away from the media spotlight trained on the entertainment and
high-tech industries. They're part of the nation's breadbasket, the home of
so-called Middle American values. And as such, they're often taken for granted
as solid, stalwart types without terribly exciting lives -- the kind of folks
who buy Garth Brooks records and really believe that pork is the other white
meat.
The spirited four-part film The Mississippi: River of Song that
premieres on PBS this Wednesday, January 6 (WGBH, Channel 2 at
10 p.m.), dispels the coastal bias about the people who live along Ol' Man
River with a few essential truths and a lot of traveling. Over six years and at
a cost of several million dollars, Waltham-based filmmaker John Junkerman --
joined four and a half years ago by Somerville musician and journalist Elijah
Wald -- roamed the banks of the Mississippi finding and filming the people who
make music along its muddy course.
What emerged after 250 hours of film and many miles of audiotape is a picture
of the vital and varied cultures that truly make up Middle America. From Lake
Itasca, Minnesota, at the Mississippi's headwaters, to Delacroix Island on the
Gulf of Mexico, visits with music makers who uphold the tradition of everyone
from their great-great-grandfathers to Chuck Berry explode the myth that
culture in the heart of the country has become a colorless, homogenized affair.
After viewing the long but lively and entertaining River of Song, it's
hard to take Middle Americans for granted. And if that attitude seems unlikely
from our lofty Bostonian perch -- nestled smugly in a zone where research is a
growth industry, just an hour's flight from the world's capital, New York City
-- reconsider, baby, because that's what the filmmakers had to do.
"American music doesn't look or sound like what you think it does if you watch
MTV and shop at Wal-Mart," says Wald. "It's so varied. For us that was a big
surprise. We went out there expecting to be documenting a dying regional
culture that was being destroyed by the homogeneousness of MTV and Wall Street.
With a couple of exceptions, like the Delacroix Islanders, what we found wasn't
dying at all. And it was plenty regional out there, which was really cool."
How regional? Well, up the Mississippi in Minnesota's north country, Junkerman
and Wald (who conducted all the off-camera interviews) filmed Ojibwe Native
Americans performing in a contemporary powwow drumming style. A hundred miles
south of the Ojibwe, the Scandinavian fiddle orchestra called Skal Club
Spelmanslag were caught in a homey hoedown. In Minneapolis, rockers Soul Asylum
and Babes in Toyland document the city's pop-music scene. "Spider" John Koerner
of the pioneering '60s white-blues outfit Koerner, Ray & Glover -- who's
more recently adopted the American songster tradition -- is filmed at his local
hangout, Palmer's, where he also tends bar. The film's most recent immigrants,
the Hmong people of Laos, are captured passing thousand-year-old ritual music
and dance to children who are barely school age. Then the Grammy-winning gospel
group Sounds of Blackness perform, followed by German polka bands -- and that's
just in one state.
The sequence with the Hmong is especially touching in the way it reaffirms the
American ideal of tolerance. In their own land, the Hmong were forced out of
their mountain homes by decades of murderous purges, their culture direly
threatened. In Minneapolis, their beautiful traditions -- colorful costumes,
delicate dance, and a truly unusual array of braying and chiming instruments --
flourish.
As the film continues downriver during its four one-hour episodes, the famous
and obscure are regarded with equal respect. While trumpeter Manny Lopez, a
Mexican-American jazz bandleader in Davenport, Iowa, is certainly a lesser
musician than the chops-heavy young turks in the New Orleans brass bands of the
final episode, Junkerman and Wald treat them no differently. The famous, like
songwriter John Hartford and gospel/soul singer Fontella Bass, get their due,
as do the St. Charles High School Band and Clarksdale, Mississippi bluesman
Johnnie Billington (even if he is under the misimpression that one needs to
wear a jacket and tie to play the blues). Obscure country musician Kenny Bill
Stinson has his hour in the shade in Natchez, Mississippi, as does "the Cajun
Hank Williams," D.L. Menard, who's shown hosting a party in his backyard.
Overall, 41 artists or groups are featured, from nearly all points of
America's cultural compass. Thirty-five also appear on the two-CD set The
Mississippi: River of Song -- A Musical Journey Down the Mississippi
(Smithsonian Folkways), a companion effort produced by Wald. And the entire
adventure is recapitulated with plenty of oral history from featured performers
in a book, River of Song -- A Musical Journey Down the Mississippi (352
pages, $32.50), just published by St. Martin's Press and authored by Wald and
Junkerman, with an introduction by Ani DiFranco.
"For me, it all started with my first trip to New Orleans about 10 years ago,"
director/producer Junkerman explains. "We went out to Cajun country to listen
to music as well, and my wife and I really enjoyed ourselves. I thought,
'There's got to be a way to get back down here and spend some more time around
this music.' So I started toying with the idea of doing a series about American
music. There have been so many films done about Louisiana music; there's all
the Les Blank films. And a number had been done about blues, like Robert
Mugge's Deep Blues. I didn't want to duplicate what had already been out
there. I wanted to capture something of what Blank and Mugge had done, but in a
broader sense."
Although Junkerman now divides his time between the Boston area and Japan,
where he's made a number of acclaimed films documenting aspects of the
traditional Japanese way of life and the impact that the atomic bombing of
Japan has had on its culture, he originally hails from Wisconsin. "I knew Bob
Dylan grew up not too far from the River in the north," he continues. "I began
to think that tracing the River would be an interesting way to do it. I began
to flesh out the idea -- at first with [noted music historian and Elvis Presley
biographer] Peter Guralnick, who helped with the original proposal for the
project. Then with Elijah when Peter became unavailable. By following the River
from north to south, it puts a lot of different types of music in interesting
juxtaposition from one to the next.
"That achieved for us what is the bigger idea of the series: a wide variety of
music that continues to be performed and appreciated by audiences in this
country exists side-by-side regardless of genre or commercial viability. So we
ended up with a sense of American music that isn't defined in the normal ways
-- via the commercial marketplace by genre, or by ethnomusicological categories
-- many of which are arbitrary. We achieved something that reflects the
vitality and ever-changing character of music in a way that hasn't been
achieved previously."
Wald echoes that. "I don't think there has ever been a music program done that
didn't file music by category. To me and to almost all of the musicians
involved, the thing that was coolest about this project is that it acts as if
genre doesn't exist. Musicians have always understood this; they listen to
music, not categories. Genre has only existed as long as record stores have
existed. It's a way to stock record stores. It has no relevance outside of
that.
"What I like most after that, besides the thrill of going to all these places,
was the thrill of having the budget to do it right," Wald continues. "For the
record, I want to state that we paid everybody well. Nobody who was a front man
featured in this, who had a speaking part, got less than a thousand dollars. A
few people got more, and the sidemen got a couple hundred dollars. That was one
of the things we decided to do in the very beginning. We paid the players. I
think it's despicable to walk into a place like the Delta and except everybody
to 'perform' for you without paying. If you can buy a goddamned camera, you can
pay the musicians."
But financing was a struggle. The entire project was underwritten by the
Smithsonian Institution, making it the largest multimedia project they had ever
undertaken. Yet money came in spurts that occasionally stalled the filmmaking
process, and corporate donations and sponsorships will float the broadcast
presentation.
Despite its Smithsonian wellspring, there's nothing "institutional" about
River of Song. The dialogue's informal as well as informed: real
conversations with real folks. (Note the authentic can of beer in polka-man
Karl Hartwich's hand as he speaks.) The camera does its job without artistic
ambitions. And the film evades generic narration by drafting self-made pop star
DiFranco as its piloting voice.
DiFranco's narration assures The Mississippi: River of Song at least
some interest from teens and twentysomethings who might otherwise steer clear
of a feature with the Smithsonian/PBS brand. "The main reason we chose Ani was
because of her strong commitment to independent music, through her own career,"
says Junkerman. "But she's also been a big supporter of other kinds of
independent music. Last spring she had the Re-Birth Brass Band from New Orleans
open for her on tour. So she was a natural along those lines. Plus, she has a
wonderful voice, a great presence to contribute.
"The other piece is, we wanted to break out of the niche this kind of music is
placed in as traditional or folk music, and Ani sort of straddles the folk and
rock and pop worlds and appeals to a younger audience. In one of our early demo
takes, [folk legend] Odetta did the voice-over. She did a wonderful job, but to
stick with Odetta would have perpetuated that ghettoization of this kind of
music. One of the things we wanted to establish is that there's no real border
between pop music and folk and traditional musics."
Wald reiterates: "That's something all the musicians were very excited about.
For example, Lori Barbero, the drummer for Babes in Toyland, was really excited
about being in a movie with the Ojibwe and the Hmong."
Indeed, one of the joys of the film is that it depicts everyday people, from
bluegrassers the Bob Lewis Family to Canary Island descendants Irvan and Alan
Perez, deriving sheer enjoyment from making music. There's an "I love this, and
you can do it, too" sensibility to virtually every live performance, even if
bluesman Big Jack Johnson's vibrato and string-bending on acoustic guitar does
seem a bit superhuman.
"A lot of times when we see people on-stage performing in front of big
audiences, we lose sight of the fact that they are ordinary people and that
they had ordinary lives up until the time that they became famous," Junkerman
adds. "The Minneapolis scene was very refreshing in that way, because both Soul
Asylum and Babes in Toyland are quite well known internationally, but were such
down-home folks it really helped us to illustrate that. They continue to
maintain ordinary friendships and go bowling with their buddies even when they
become famous.
"One of the wonderful things we found is that musicians have marvelous stories
to tell," Junkerman continues. "There are a couple of narrative experiments we
did. The first, of course, was following the Mississippi. The other is that we
committed ourselves to just interviewing musicians and not ethnomusicologists
or historians. This was something of a risk because musicians express
themselves through their music more than their words, and some of them are not
wonderfully articulate in a traditional sense. But we found that the stories
they told about their music and what it meant to them, what part it plays in
their lives and their communities, was more articulate than anything the
ethnomusicologists would have said."
Obviously, The Mississippi: River of Song has many highs, from its
opening Ojibwe powwow to a rehearsal-room version of Soul Asylum's "Misery" to
Fontella and Martha Bass wailing gospel to a reunion of the Jelly Roll Kings --
who Wald calls "the greatest Delta-blues band of the past 30 years" -- in the
now-fire-destroyed Bobo Grocery store in the musical heart of the Mississippi
Delta. (Blues fans should note that an entire Jelly Roll Kings set was filmed
and will be archived in the Smithsonian, along with the rest of the unused
footage. "Usually we set up and filmed an entire set of everyone who appears,"
says Wald. "In the case of Geno DeLafose" -- a young zydeco artist caught
performing in Lafayette, Louisiana's Y-Ki-Ki Club -- "we filmed all three sets
he played that night.")
Asked separately to pick their personal peak experience making the film,
Junkerman and Wald both zoomed in first on an impromptu session with soul
singer Ann Peebles and the Memphis Horns in a Memphis recording studio. "The
rapport between Wayne Jackson and Andrew Love of the Memphis Horns was just
amazing to witness," says Junkerman. "It goes beyond speech. Although one is
white and the other African-American, they just seem to complete each other in
an amazing way that somehow comes through in their music -- the sound they make
together.
"I had seen the Memphis Horns backing [bluesman] Robert Cray, and at the end
they both took solos. I thought, 'My God, Wayne Jackson is a Louis Armstrong
nut.' So when we did the session, I thought, 'Let's pick something for Ann
Peebles to sing so Wayne can play obbligato like on an old Bessie Smith
record.' [Armstrong was a frequent Smith accompanist.] So we picked 'St. Louis
Blues.' And I got to produce the session -- just the horns with Ann and her
pianist. And there is no greater high than producing a Memphis Horns and Ann
Peebles session. Afterwards, they asked for a tape of it, so they could try to
find somebody to sell it to as a concept. For me, that was the high point
because I don't know if I'll ever be able to produce another session with
musicians of that caliber in my life."
Certainly The Mississippi: River of Song has an abundance of joyous
moments and delightful performances. But Junkerman chose wisely and naturally
to close with the Perez brothers of Delacroix Island, a point where the
Mississippi is dispersed into the Gulf.
Irvan and Alan Perez live in the Louisiana backwaters, in a remote community
where shrimping and muskrat trapping still provide a living -- much as it did
for their fathers and grandfathers. Delacroix was settled by a group of
immigrants from the Canary Islands, and an ever-decreasing population of their
descendants keeps their Spanish culture alive. Part of the old way of life is
enshrined in beautiful, rough Spanish ballads called decimas, which are sung a
cappella -- as they have been by toiling fishermen for hundreds of years. The
decimas tell of the travails of fighting to earn a living from the sea, being
forced to hunt crabs in high waters to feed starving families.
Sung by the Perezes in keening, straining tones that occasionally crack with
passion as well as age, these decimas are so richly emotional they immediately
touch the soul. And when Alan ends the film by stating, "That's a tradition
I'll hold until the day I close my eyes. I'll never turn it loose," and then
turns away to look into the sun . . . it's a moment that instantly
kindles reflection on what treasures we hold in our own hearts and that somehow
illustrates just what it means to be human.