Yet Tobacco Road's cultural reach—thanks in part to a folksy Broadway version of the novel—is long and complicated. You can trace the intensity of Caldwell's vision in Tobacco Road right up through the undervalued and largely out-of-print novels of Harry Crews, and even through those of—though it is mildly heretical to say this—Cormac McCarthy. Without Tobacco Road, it's almost impossible to imagine the arrival of Hee-Haw and The Beverly Hillbillies, not to mention Deliverance.
within two graphs. He notes that Faulkner and Cowley admired it and Saul Bellow thought Caldwell should have gotten the Nobel Prize.
The roller-coaster effect is duly noted.
The Blues Magoos are something else again. Their influence on bands to come might justifiably be compared to Caldwell's above - this is a band that put the g in garage and p in punk, at least in terms of who listened and learned. A staple of psychedelic 60's compilations and charter members of the Farfisa Hall of Fame, this band may qualify as the first professional rock band I ever saw: they played a mixer at my high school.
That's right, we were all up there and dancing. It was all low lights and trippy and the Marist Brothers had not yet gotten a clue ...
"Tobacco Road" was a song that seemed to be recorded by every rock band, sharing only its title with Caldwell's novel which seems not to have been its inspiration. Inspiration or no, the title is certainly more than a coincidence and so qualifies the song for this week's Sunday Service. For a bit of history on the song, check out this website of songs by its composer, John D. Loudermilk. Scroll about halfway down for the dope. Here is Loudermilk performing it for the BBC in 1984:
While looking around for a live version of the Magoos best known song, "We Ain't Got Nothin' Yet" (or really anything live from the 60's - there was a lot of lip-psyching going on back then), I stumbled on this live performance of "Tobacco Road," introduced by Jack Benny. When the song ends, Benny comes back and does a routine with the band that is so painful it just can't be missed.
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Today's feature Lilliput archive poem comes from issue#105, back in September 1999. It is by the stellar Ohio poet Mark Hartenbach, who shines in the long lyric form. This is one of his rare short poems. What isn't rare is how good it is:
the maya meat-wheel
takes me everywhere
but where i need to be
Mark Hartenbach
in a dewdrop world
singing of dewdrops...
summer cicada
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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