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Bonnie Raitt with Sippie Wallace

on December 15, 1972 No comments

I’m really pleased to have the chance to tell people about Sippie Wallace. She’s been my idol and my biggest influence ever since I first heard her sing. I’ve never actually met her before this weekend, so this is really a special occasion for me.

I first started to play guitar and listen to blues when I was growing up in Los Angeles. I used to go to the Ash Grove and see Lightning Hopkins, Brownie & Sonny and whoever else was coming into town.

After I moved to the Boston area to go to college, I had the opportunity to see Son House, Fred McDowell, Arthur Crudup and other bluesmen that don’t get out to the West Coast very often. I visited Skip James in Philadelphia about a year before he died, and it was just hypnotic to watch him play guitar. He was really a genius in the way that his mind worked on musical ideas.

I had started to play some slide guitar things before I came East, and I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of time with Son House and Fred McDowell and Johnny Shines. I also love to watch J.B. Hutto, Hound Dog Taylor and some of the other Chicago slide guitarists. I listened to a lot of Robert Johnson, of course, and tried to figure out some of the things that he was doing.

This festival just isn’t going to be the same without Fred McDowell here. It’s not just that he was a great musician but he was also an incredible human being. He used to show me runs on the guitar and keep encouraging me all the time. He brought laughter and good feelings to everyone that he met, and I was really lucky to have been able to spend a lot of time with him.

I don’t consider myself to be a blues singer, so in some ways I guess that I’m out of place at this festival. I do a lot of songs by contemporary young writers, but I also do those blues songs that I really like. I’m not trying to sound like Robert Johnson or Fred McDowell or Tommy Johnson. I just do the material in my own way without getting into any kind of imitation.

When I was in Europe a few years ago, I bought a Sippie Wallace album on a discount label called Storyville. She had recorded it when she was there on tour in 1966 with Little Brother Montgomery and Roosevelt Sykes playing piano behind her. I fell in love with her style right away. This isn’t meant to be any kind of an insult to Bessie Smith or Ma Rainey or any of the other great women singers. I just loved the material that Sippie wrote, the way that she phrased her lyrics, and I could really identify with the man-woman relationship in her songs. None of the cutesy-pie bullshit for her. She really has her head together. That’s the main reason why I’m glad she’s here this weekend. Sippie Wallace isn’t some relic or just a faint voice on some old 78s. She really has something to say that counts just as much now as it did years ago. I hope that you’ll take the time to listen to her this weekend.

–Bonnie Raitt

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Mighty Tight Woman – SIPPIE WALLACE

on April 15, 1967 No comments

by Paul Oliver

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A splendid anachronism, Sippie Wallace; a singular survivor of a long past blues tradition. There was a time, in the Forties, when almost the only form of blues which had any recognition was that called ‘classic blues’. The term itself is vague enough and does not carry in it any specific form, or style, or means of expression.
But though it lacks a real definition the classic blues has meant for collectors and jazz enthusiasts the singing of the blues artists who worked with the jazz bands of the 1920s. There were few enthusiasts of the blues in the early years of the traditional jazz ‘revival’ and, in consequence, the blues singers who had associations with jazz were those whose names appeared in the articles and the occasional books which mileposted the developing interest in this form of music. When the ‘trad’ boom was over and the Dixieland bands and the New Orleans bands had fought out their battles of authenticity and purity to meet at last over glasses of warm beer to rue the passing of a fad, attention to the classic blues went too.

In the past few years a rise in interest in the blues has echoed in some respects the traditional jazz phase, sustaining a large number of imitative musicians, developing a market for the issue and reissue of the music of the past, and promoting the rediscovery of veteran musicians.
In all this activity in the blues field there has been little attention to the work of the classic singers. Sadly their link with jazz which had inspired interest in the past is now contributory to the present disregard. Once again, the arguments over authenticity have produced artificial barriers, have classified, often meaninglessly, the categories into which musicians and singers conveniently fall and have imposed a highly artificial form of arbitrary evaluation. And the arguments have weighed heavily against the classic blues singers when indeed, they enter the discussion at all.

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The appearance of Sippie Wallace at the Folk Blues Festival concerts in 1966 must be counted from any point of view, a conspicuous success. Her single appearance has caused critics to reconsider their opinions, some writers to admit grudgingly that there may after all, be some value in the work of singers of her type and generation. As the reviews and the spontaneous acclamation of the audiences revealed, Sippie Wallace’s majestic singing was both a personal triumph and a smashing blow against those who found the classic singer inadmissable to the blues pantheon.

To the extent that the term has any meaning, Sippie Wallace is a classic blues singer. But the term is elastic enough to include at one pole the work of artists of the stature of Bessie Smith and Gertrude Ma Rainey, and at the other the entertainment of Rosa Henderson and Viola McCoy. While the former showed in their every phrase the influence of the blues, the latter singers were vaudeville entertainers whose links were as much with white show business as they were with the Negro tradition of song. No derogatory implications are intended; only some indication of the looseness ot the terminology. Nearly all these singers were women and it is probably a reflection of the recording patterns of the day that while there were few rural women singers recorded in the Twenties the classic singers were almost exclusively female. Those who showed the greatest association with the blues tradition inevitably appeal today to a greater extent than do those whose singing was a part of the vaudeville entertainment of the early years of the century, and for this reason Lillian Glinn, Cleo Gibson or Clara Smith are among the few that are remembered. Standing pre-eminently in their company is Sippie Wallace.

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