Bessie Smith Sings The Devil's Music

Bessie Smith

Bessie Smith sang the blues or “the devil’s music,” as some called it. She rose to fame during the bluesiest of eras, the 1920’s. Toughened by a poor childhood, Bessie’s hardscrabble life was interrupted by a few brief years in the sun.

During the 1920’s, Bessie signed a recording contract with Columbia Records and earned more money than any other black entertainer in America—in the world for that matter.

She lost her contract during The Depression, when musical tastes swung away from the blues. People were living the blues; they didn’t want to hear them, Bessie said. In 1937, with a comeback in her crosshairs, Bessie died in an auto accident on the dark, two-lane road from Memphis to Clarksdale, Mississippi.

The Blues Off-Broadway

Few people remember Bessie Smith now. Many never heard of her; some recall her name but can only recollect the ubiquitous sound of tinny recordings.

Get to know who Bessie Smith was at the Off-Broadway show, “The Devil’s Music: the Life and Blues of Bessie Smith,” at St Luke’s Theater (308 W 46th St).

Bessie is played by Miche Braden, herself a big girl, who makes a powerful impression. Braden wears a sweeping purple gown accessorized with diamonds and a fur stole. When she sings, she throws her hands back and her hips forward, a gesture that says “this is me and I am real.” Her voice makes a powerful impression too, but she doesn’t sound like the real Bessie. Maybe it’s the tin that’s missing.

The show takes place in a “buffet flat,” a gathering place where black musicians and friends hung out.  Bessie’s loyal musicians are behind her as they party together on the last night of her life.

Between swigs of hooch and bluesy songs, Bessie tells a life’s worth of stories in bits and pieces. She makes no excuses or apologies for her drinking, her temper, or her love of both men and women.

Tough Bessie chokes up only when she speaks of her adopted son and how she lost custody of the boy. Bessie accepts her no-good husband Johnny Gee’s greed, violence and philandering as that‘s the way love is. But the boy’s love meant everything to her, even if she wasn’t around much to care for him.

Every time Bessie utters the word “death” during the course of the show, she cramps up in pain. Ms. Smith knew she wouldn’t see a ripe old age, but her physical reaction to the word made me wince at the obvious device.

St. Louis Blues

Bessie asks the audience (mostly rhetorically) if they’ve ever seen her movie. She answers “Yeah, well, neither did anyone else.” The movie she’s referring to is the 1929 Paramount classic, “St. Louis Blues.” In the film, her man Jimmy leaves her alone and broke. It then transitions to Bessie at a bar singing a beautiful version of the W.C. Handy song.

In this performance, recorded live on a soundstage, Bessie is joined by a band and a Grecian chorus of extras portraying customers at the bar. The result is unique and fascinating. This is the only recorded version of this particular arrangement, and it is hauntingly beautiful.

Braden’s reference to the long-forgotten film is followed by her excellent rendition of “St. Louis Blues,” performed mostly a few feet away from us (she moved among the audience frequently throughout the show).


Sienna Miller: "I Hate Being a Ginger!"

This shocking quote comes from the mouth of pretty little Sienna Miller. She had to dye her hair strawberry blonde to film a Dylan Thomas biopic. (How she suffers for her art!)

I only learned this June that the UK has a deep-seated hatred (fear?) of “gingers”. (See my previous redhead posts.) Weird, I go through life and never noticing this prejudice and then, there it is, smacking you in the face.

Its not like you’re a natural blonde, Sienna. (See roots in photo.) “Sienna” itself is a rather unattractive brown clay pigment.

The more ubiquitous “Burnt Sienna” (always my favorite crayon, ranked number 44 by Crayola) is a ginger color. Ironic, hey, Sienna? “Burnt”?

Oh, Sienna, you have a little carrot in your teeth there, honey.


Mavis Takes You There

Mavis Staples played an hour-long free show at Rockefeller Park in Battery Park City tonight, a beautiful night, gingham all around.

Looking and sounding a bit huskier than in her glory days, she still possesses a voice that packs a soulful punch. Mavis started with some gospel numbers including “This Little Light of Mine”, a song I remember from Vacation Bible School. She performed “The Weight” by The Band, crediting each member of The Band by name and Buffalo Springfield’s “For What Its Worth”.

Mavis talked to the audience about her family’s long friendship with Dr. Martin Luther King and sang a long version of “Why? (Am I Treated So Bad)”, inspired by the school integration in Little Rock. That song was Dr. King’s favorite, Mavis said.

She ended with the classic 70′s Staple Singers’ hits, “I’ll Take You There” and “Respect Yourself”.


Lindsay Rides Again

How did you go from this cute, freckle-faced girl to a train wreck in such a short time?

Eleven days out of rehab and three weeks after her 21st birthday, Lindsay Lohan got popped by LA police again today for drunk driving. She was wearing her Fashion-Must-Have: an alcohol-monitoring bracelet.

Why do all the rich celebrities in LA drive drunk? Are the chauffeurs on strike?

At least, unlike Mel Gibson, Lohan was too inebriated to call anyone “sugar tits,” but we’ll put this down to luck-by-extreme inebriation. Perhaps at some point, she switched bodies with Nick Nolte, who has been on excellent behavior lately.

Aw, just blame her dad.


Tina & Diana: Separated at Birth?

With the publication of Tina Brown’s book, The Diana Chronicles, the media is talking about how Princess Diana’s rise and fall paralleled Tina’s career.

As editor of Tatler, Tina emerges in the public’s consciousness as Diana rises in popularity; Tina even gets married three weeks after Diana does in 1981. Tina reigns as editor of Vanity Fair and The New Yorker as Diana grows sophisticated and media-savvy.

And then in 1997, Diana dies in a Paris car crash. I won’t Talk about any specific similarities, but what happened to Tina’s career shortly after? What what about the more obvious parallel? Just how much did these blonde Brits look alike? A certain amount of the physical resemblance is genetic but the hairstyle they shared was no accident.


I’d Rather be Ginger than Mary Ann

A family of redheads, or “gingers” as we are called in the UK, fled their home because of taunting and bullying about their hair color, according to an article in The London Times. Maybe this family is just a bunch of jerks and would be taunted no matter what their hair color, I thought. But apparently, prejudice against gingers is rampant in the UK if the comments attached to the online article can be taken at freckle-face value.

The degree of abuse is shocking to an american ginger. I got a couple of “carrot-top” and the less imaginative “period head” comments when I was a kid. And of course, people are still asking if the collars match the cuffs. But after an initial phase of not wanting to be different, I realized that red is an enviable asset.

Let them taunt, they’re just jealous.