Yazoo County Blues
As I drive on the back roads of Yazoo County listening to the old Paramount recordings of Skip James, the landscape is at one with the sonic textures of the music. The rolling hills covered in kudzu, trees dripping with Spanish moss and winding pathways through close tree cover, seem a physical manifestation of Skip’s mystery-laden, minor-keyed guitar and spiritually-transcendent, yet weary, vocals.
This is not the Delta, nor is it the North Mississippi Hill Country. This is the place where Son Thomas dug clay from the banks of Tesheva Creek in Eden, Mississippi with his bare hands, fashioning it into clay skulls that he finished off with human teeth procured from a local dentist. Thomas’ human heads and animal sculptures were modern versions of African fetish figures and talismans, suffused with spiritual power that called forth the animistic religions of the ancients.
The music of Yazoo County, especially within the Bentonia tradition, is burdened with a heavier center of gravity, laden with a struggle against dark spiritual forces, just as the surrounding land groans beneath the weight of invasive kudzu vines, enveloping the hills and trees with a terrible beauty. Yet the falsetto vocals of Skip James, Jack Owens and Son Thomas rise above these burdens, invoking a spiritual power and yearning that climbs toward the light like delicate tendrils emerging from roots buried in rich, dark soil.
The land of Yazoo County does not give up its mysteries easily, nor does its music, each with a dark, intoxicating beauty. This is a place that I have eagerly and regularly returned for 24 years, to soak up the richness of this music and of this land.



































