Nobody's Fault But Mine
Right now, on VH1 classic, they're playing some Celtic/Plant & Page event. Plant's stomping around this giant pile of rocks singing "Nobody's Fault But Mine."
Nobody's Fault but Mine
Nobody's Fault but Mine
If I don't raise my soul [something: to the light, delight]
I have an old version of this on a tape some place, probably from Elias, that is a whole lot different.
It goes:
Nobody's Fault but Mine
Nobody's Fault but Mine
If I don't read and my soul be lost
Ain't nobody's fault but mine
The first verse is something like
Sister, she taught me how to read
Sister, she taught me how to read [this one might be "write"]
If I don't read and my soul be lost
Ain't nobody's fault but mine
And the second verse is
I got a Bible in my home
I got a Bible in my home
If I don't read and my soul be lost
Aint nobody's fault but mine.
Sadly, for Plant, I like the old one better. I think it resonates on a lot more levels. But listening to Plant got me thinking, maybe I've been mis-hearing the old version all this time. It's kind of a crappy recording from a crappy original, and maybe I've just constructed a blues song all about the anxiety of knowing that there's important information you might need that you lack the skills and patience to access.
Hmm...
posted by Aunt B at 3/27/2005 01:23:00 PM
2 Comments:
If we'd learned old blues songs in Sunday school, I'd probably still be hauling my ass to church, problems with organized religion aside.
Really, I'm surprised, with the popularity of contemporary praise and worship services that someone doesn't have a 'blues service.'
The project I've been working on has this great part where the folks down in Clarksdale (in the early 1940s) are talking about 'Heaven and Hell' parties that the church youth groups would throw and how you'd show up at the church and be 'judged' and, if you got into Heaven, you'd go to one room where you'd have punch and cookies and listen to good music and praise God, and if you were sent to Hell, you had to go listen to the Blues and, if you were really (un)lucky have "lewd dancing."
As you might expect, many of the people in Clarksdale felt that such parties sent the wrong message--that Heaven was boring and Hell was sexy fun--but they were so popular with the young people that they couldn't really stop them.
Well, then, Blind Willie Johnson is going on my wish list. I know next to nothing about him, but, if his is the version of "Nobody's Fault But Mine" that I know, then I'm an unwitting fan.
Weird, looking at the track list of "The Complete Blind Willie Johnson," I'm startled by how many songs I know. My dad sings "I'm gonna run to the city of Refuge" and "If I had my way, I'd tear this building down" around the house all the time. In fact, "If I had my way" is the second in his two-fer--along with "House of the Rising Sun"--of great guitar songs in which he sits on the couch and strums and wails and makes like he's a rock star.
Maybe he's a Blind Willie Johnson fan and had a record or something when I was growing up.
My parents--I've known them all my life and they keep surprising me.
Now, I want to just have a "Hell" party where we put in Muddy Waters' Plantation Recordings and dance lewdly around a church basement.
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