On You Tube, there are many videos from various different uploaders, about people who live in their RVs or vans or horse trailers converted into campers. It makes riveting viewing/listening -- for me, anyway, and I don't think I could ever explain why. (The interiors of those campers/RVs/Fifth Wheels/conversion vans/Class A, Class B, Class C...Must "C" them all...I don't know....)
The fascination led to a video titled, "How the Mississippi shantyboats helped build a culture" ... and then that led to many You Tube videos about shantyboats. (Shantyboat: basically like a van turned into a camper, set on top of something that floats.)
This one video was playing, and somehow the words being spoken by the narrator started appearing on the screen -- black typed letters on white background. (I don't know if that's on the video, or if I somehow tapped something on my tablet that will cause Everything to be subtitled...[??])
And this guy is talking about his shantyboat, and the printed words come up onscreen: "I am a Buddhist 20 feet long..." And I realized simultaneously with the freakish-surprise and "WTH" that what the man had said was, "I'm -- the boat is 20 feet long..." (Either he interrupted his own sentence, which people do sometimes when speaking, or it's his film editing.) Meanwhile, the subtitling app-thing literally reads, "I am a Buddhist twenty feet long."...
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On the video,
Mississippi John Hurt- The Best Of
on You Tube, the next song after "Avalon, My Home Town" is Song #9 on this collection, titled "Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor."
It has a soft, gentle air about it, yet rumbles along with a little bit of a rockabilly sensibility. That's the magic of folk music. And Mississippi John Hurt. (As the St. Louis club owner said, "...The rhythm, the beat -- I don't know!")
Oh -- make me down
Yeah, make me down --
Make me a pallet, down soft and low --
Make me a pallet on your floor....
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You Tube Comments on "The Best Of" video:
Berislav Ivandic
most deepest and honest music ... Mississippi delta blues
Eddie Schmitt
I had the good fortune to listen to Mississippi John in person in a live performance in Washington DC in the early sixties. One of the greatest performers of all time. More than 50 years later I feel chills up my spine as I listen once again.
Roger Steinbrink
The real deal.
Lounge Hound
Seems everybody has "their guy" in blues, and Mr. John Hurt is incomparable. Something in his music to be found nowhere else.
krisfisk
nowhere and everywhere
WD Dailey
One of a kind. Visited his gravesite and spent the day a few years ago.
Jack Frost
Angelic bluesman.
Mike Roberti
No disrespect to Robert Johnson, but to me, MJH was a superior guitar player.
K GB
Well you need to listen closer to Robert Johnson then.
Erik Grahn
JUST LISTEN. 1 MAN 1 GUITAR.
Masto Babe
La povertá materiale é tanta quanto la ricchezza morale di questa musica. Queste persone non erano rockstar, loro erano poveri che nel blues avevano tutto.
Ray Sarchet
John's gifted ability to chord bass, wonderful beat, and carry the melody is awesome! And he had a wonderful heartwarming smile, always!
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------------------------- [Fear And Loathing: On The Campaign Trail '72, by Hunter S. Thompson. Excerpt] ------------------ The "Kennedy machine" was so good that even Mayor Daley came around. A good politician can smell the hammer coming down like an old sailor smells a squall behind the sun.
But Daley is not acting, this year, like a man who smells the hammer. When George McGovern went to pay a "courtesy call" on Daley last month, the Mayor's advice was, "Go out and win an election -- then come back and see me."
McGovern and his earnest liberal advisors don't like to talk about that visit; no more than Muskie and his people enjoy talking about Big Ed's "courtesy call" on Supercop Frank Rizzo, the new Mayor of Philadelphia.
But these are the men with the muscle; they can swing a lot of votes. Or at least that's what the Conventional Wisdom says. Daley, Rizzo, George Meany; the good ole boys, the kingmakers.
And there is the flaw in McGovern. When the big whistle blows, he's still a Party Man. Ten years ago the electorate saw nothing wrong with the spectacle of two men fighting savagely for the Party nomination -- calling each other "whores" and "traitors" and thieves" all the way up to balloting time at the convention -- and then miraculously Coming Together, letting bygones be bygones, to confront the common foe: The Other Party.
But the electorate has different tastes now, and that kind of honky-tonk bullshit doesn't make it anymore. Back in 1960 most Americans still believed that whoever lived in the White House was naturally a righteous and upstanding man. Otherwise he wouldn't be there. . . .
This was after twenty-eight years of Roosevelt and Eisenhower, who were very close to God. Harry Truman, who had lived a little closer to the Devil, was viewed more as an accident than a Real President.
The shittrain began on November 22nd, 1963, in Dallas....
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