24.03.2013 Views

Language of the Blues - Edmonton Blues Society

Language of the Blues - Edmonton Blues Society

Language of the Blues - Edmonton Blues Society

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

Create successful ePaper yourself

Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.

`<br />

<br />

I Had Possession Over Judg<br />

I rolled and I tumbled and I cried <strong>the</strong> whole night long<br />

Boy I woke up this morning, my biscuit roller gone<br />

In <strong>the</strong> 1930s and 1940s <strong>the</strong> word biscuit was also sometimes used to refer to a human<br />

skull. 47 The King Biscuit <strong>Blues</strong> Festival in Helena, Arkansas, by <strong>the</strong> way, has nothing to<br />

<br />

Company, which used to sponsor <strong>the</strong> famous King Biscuit Time radio program.<br />

Songs:<br />

- Kokomo Arnold (James Arnold)<br />

<br />

- Robert Johnson<br />

- Alvin Youngblood Hart<br />

B L A C K C A T B O N E<br />

Europeans consider black cats unlucky, but African American hoodoo practitioners<br />

believe that every black cat has one magic bone that is a powerful mojo, or charm. Some<br />

hoodoo practitioners claim that carrying a black cat bone grants invisibility; o<strong>the</strong>rs say it<br />

can be used to draw a roaming lover home or to dissolve a would-<br />

<br />

<br />

<br />

added a list <strong>of</strong> ch<br />

<strong>the</strong> list was a black cat bone:<br />

I got <strong>the</strong> black cat bone and I got a mojo, too<br />

I got <strong>the</strong> John <strong>the</strong> Conqueror Root, gonna mess with you<br />

But how to get <strong>the</strong> bone out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cat? According to bluesman Sam Taylor, who was<br />

born in Mobile, Alabama in 1934, <strong>the</strong>re is only one method: boil <strong>the</strong> unfortunate<br />

animal alive. 48<br />

Taylor recalled that as a little child he eavesdropped behind <strong>the</strong> kitchen door while a<br />

touring harp player came by each nig<br />

<strong>the</strong> neighborhood hoodoo lady, for a black cat bone. When, despite her dire warnings, he<br />

<br />

<br />

31

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!