Mance Lipscomb on stage again... in a viewing of This Ain't No Mouse Music.
Chris
Strachwitz, by agreeing
to be the subject of a documentary, has inadvertently introduced our favorite
son Mance Lipscomb to the world at large, once again. Mayor Bert Miller and I got
wind that the legendary record producer was going to be in Houston at the showing of the documentary film on is life. I’m talkin’ Rice University. It was a
must go.
Chris is the
adventuresome folk music enthusiast who discovered Mance Lipscomb and recorded
his music and made him the famous blues celebrity that he became. As one
admirer explained, Chris was able to do it all, from “womb to tomb.” And he did
it for Mance first and then for hundreds of others. And he did it in blues,
conjunto, zydeco and many other music languages.
In This Ain’t
No Mouse Music, Chris Strachwitz is celebrated as the treasure he was and is to
the music world. He came to Texas looking for Lightnin’ Hopkins, discovered Mance
Lipscomb in Navasota in the process, and with the encouragement of fellow
searcher Mack McCormick, made Mance his first artist to be released on Arhoolie Records. What
followed was a rich, bountiful harvest of various samplings of regional folk
music that became the most extensive collection of American folk music ever produced.
I do not think that is an overstatement.
Chris also witnessed Texas farm labor traditions first hand before the Civil Rights Movement, and actually visited with the legendary Tom Moore, subject of many blues recordings... Here is a short anecdote about Mance and the somewhat subversive song he was often asked to sing, the Tom Moore Blues...
What Chris Strachwitz has done, and has been very beautifully captured in the documentary, is to search, find and preserve
the very heart and soul of America.
Bert Miller meets Chris Strachwitz.
That might
not be an overstatement either, or at least it comes from my heart and soul. Bert
and I were glowing like two fireflies as we went home afterwards. I had
given Chris a copy of the Navasota Examiner. The one which pictured my new mural featuring
Mance on the front page. I told him Hell had frozen over. He seemed to be smiling with true joy. Bert
had shaken his hand and spoke to him officially as a representative from our
humble town, which will always be in debt to him for what he did.
A veritable
WWII refugee from Poland, young and totally objective Chris Strachwitz came
from California and captured our most precious music, so that someday, when he
was old, we would finally be listening. It was a great feeling to hand him
evidence, second generation fruit which he had not planted, that his work has
left a permanent ripple in our Brazos Valley culture. The wall on Blues Alley
certainly proved that we value Mance more than ever, and that Chris Strachwitz
got through to the most deaf of ear. That must feel good to know that.
At the end
of the documentary, Chris walks along in a glorious musical parade celebrating
his career. Unlike Mance and so many of his musicians, he has lived to be
appreciated and even be venerated and to taste the sweet nectar of validation.
It felt good to be a part of that. We cannot undo the past. But we can sure enjoy getting it right every
once in a while.