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"There is a historic landmark in the borough of Brooklyn, New York, that has been forgotten. In the early twentieth century, the neighborhood known as Williamsburg was home to a polyglot population: Italian and Polish immigrant families pushed out of overcrowded Manhattan; Irish families who'd been there a bit longer; and single men of various ethnicities attached to the nearby Navy Yard. To cater to the latter, in 1904 the Young Men's Christian Association opened a lodging house at 179 Marcy Avenue, near a stop on the BMT subway line and a few blocks in from the Williamsburg Bridge. And it was there at the Williamsburg YMCA, in a single room sometime in the mid-1940s, that the Delta blues was born."

In Search of the Blues
Marybeth Hamilton, 2008

No man's land

"There was always a border beyond which the Negro could not go, whether musically or socially. There was always a possible limitation to any dilution or excession of cultural or spiritual references. The Negro could not ever become white and that was his strength; at some point, always, he could not participate in the dominant tenor of the white man's culture. It was at this juncture that he had to make use of other resources, whether African, subcultural, or hermetic. And it was this boundary, this no man's land, that provided the logic and beauty of his music."

Blues People: Negro Music in White America
LeRoi Jones, 1963

FR-2 Songs

Side A
"I Wish My Mother Was On That Train"
Blind Joe Taggart and Emma Taggart
2:43

Side B
"She Wouldn't Give Me None"
Blind Joe Taggart and Joshua White
2:50

FR-2 Liner notes

"I Wish My Mother Was On That Train"
Blind Joe Taggart and Emma Taggart vcl. duet acc. by Blind Joe Taggart, gtr.
New York City, 6 November 1926
Vocalion 1063

"I've Crossed the Separation Line"
Blind Joe Taggart and Joshua White vcl. duet acc. by own gtrs.
Chicago, October 1928
Paramount 12717

Before proceeding, it must be established that this is not about prophets, as in "derives from profitis, a Greek word meaning 'foreteller.'" Likewise, it's not about prophets and prophecy, as in Isaiah, and Messianic divinations specifying that God's servant will be buried in a rich man's tomb; it's also not about foretelling.

Rather, this is about forthtelling, a concept that is primarily concerned with insight into the will of God. This is about prophets, as in—to quote passages from Taylor Branch's Pillar of Fire—men who make "biting symbols out of daily pains and predicaments," men who "while facing, even welcoming, the destruction of themselves and their own people [remain] suffused with redemptive powers." More importantly, this is about guitar evangelists from the 1920s and 1930s: those strange, chinked fragments broken off and separated from the rest of society; those men who led hardscrabble artistic existences. Such as Blind Lemon Jefferson, who sang: "I stood on the corner and almost bust my head / I stood on the corner, almost bust my head / I couldn't earn enough money to buy me a loaf of bread."

South Carolina's Blind Joe Taggart was a guitar evangelist and a prophet. His redemptive powers were rooted in his music; many of his songs were salvation narratives that helped give folks the power to begin draining the poison from their souls. And yet there was that penchant for personal destruction, shooting through him with every breath. He made it into a biting symbol: the separation line, as in, "I've Crossed the Separation Line," which could represent the demarcation between sacred and secular. Taggart, like many others, moved between two incompatible callings: the flesh-and-blood realism of the blues and the divine teachings of the church. The line was repeatedly crossed, sometimes smudged, like a thumb dragged across pen ink on paper. Bluesman-turned-minister Rube Lacy once said, "The blues are true and the Truth shall set you free." Taggart sang with a clarity and resolve that suggested he believed the same, even at the risk of damning his soul. He did this for a variety of labels (Paramount, Vocalion, Decca, Broadway, Herwin) under a variety of aliases (Joe Donnell, Blind Tim Russell, Blind Jeremiah Taylor, Blind Joe Amos) throughout the 1920s and 1930s.

Before departing, we must discuss the spouse, the balancing force (the prophetess?), the slink who will sneak the husband into Heaven. On "I Wish My Mother Was On That Train," wife Emma (identified as such by blues historian Paul Oliver) dispels with call-and-response to sing in harmony with her husband. Taggart sounds a tad uneasy; Emma compensates by sounding so indifferent. I like to think that when Taggart's hands shook with a tremor of anxiety, Emma clasped them and steadied them.

FR-2 Blind Joe Taggart, Emma Taggart, & Joshua White: “I Wish My Mother Was On That Train” / “I’ve Crossed the Separation Line”

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"[The state of Mississippi] sold 774,000 acres of the Delta to a railroad that had not laid a single mile of track and owned not a single locomotive. But this road did have a franchise and a state tax exemptions worth millions of dollars, and it ultimately became the Yazoo & Mississippi Valley Railroad, the Y&MV, later called "the yellow dog" in blues songs after the color of its trains. The Y&MV was wholly owned by the Illinois Central and shared the same directors.

A few weeks after the first sale, the state sold 706,000 acres of Delta land for $2,500 in cash plus nearly worthless old levee board bonds that had a face value of only $45,954.22. Title to this land went through several hands before ending up with the Southern Railroad, controlled by J.P. Morgan."

Rising Tide: The Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 and How It Changed America 
John Barry, 1998