Victoria Spivey was born in 1906 in Houston, Texas. Lonnie Johnson was born in 1899 in New Orleans, Louisiana. This is a story about their reunion at Gerdes Folk City in New York. This is Sonia Brock and I'm Podcasting from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The Podcast can be heard here.
I'm talking here about my days in New York City's Lower East Side and Greenwich Village. I used to go to Gerdes Folk City which was located just on the eastern edge of Greenwich Village, just before you got to Washington Square Park. I don't know who owned it but they sure had the feeling for a trend because Gerdes became the epicente for new talent during the folk boom of the 60s. We would go in there and stand opposite the bar where there was a high wooden railing facing the stage. You could lean against it and catch the action on the stage without paying the cover or tips that you paid if you sat down. We were poor so this was a good compromise. You'd nurse your beer and stand for a couple of set, or as long as you could handle standing and got some real entertainment. The tables beyond this folk singers mourner's bench, so to speak, were more expensive but standing you could get drinks from the bar and had a bird's eye view of the action.
We usually went on Monday nights for the Hoots, the open stage. I saw a number of first there. I saw Brother John Sellers, who was a blues and gospel shouter and acted as an M.C. He had a fresh-faced boy up there one time. Two of them, in fact, because both of them were young. I don't remember what the other one was called but the one I do remember was called Bobby Dylan. First time I heard him I said to myself, "He'll never make it! He only knows three chords and he sings through his nose." Well, I made a mistake because he did make it and he did fairly well off the music business. He ended up leaving Gerdes and Sellers and everybody else in the dust.
'Mighty Times' these were, as the saying goes. People who were my neighbours got recording contracts. Hugh Romney, a sort of stand up comic, became Wavy Gravy of the Hog Farm and psychedelic bus. Someone you were sitting next to in a coffee house could have become a folk star by the next time you got around there.
I had an interview with John Court, who was Albert Grossman's right hand man. Grossman had Dylan, Odetta, Ian and Sylvia and Peter Paul and Mary under his management wing. My interview didn't come to anything in the end but for about two weeks most of my friends were kissing me off. I guess they figured I'd do the same to them once I got on the golden trail. Life's like that.
The Reunion of Victoria
Spivey (she pronounced it 'Speevey') and Lonnie Johnson at Gerdes Folk
City.
I remember the return of Victoria Spivey. I knew her son-in-law, Vince
Hickey. He belonged to a group I also belonged to and was married to Victoria
Spivey's adopted daughter. I met Vicky through Vince. Vince was a drummer
in the Baby Dodds style.
Victoria Spivey was a remarkable woman. From Texas originally, she has been the ingénue lead in the first talking, singing black movie, "Hallelujah" I saw that movie double billed with "Birth of a Nation", two opposites. "Hallelujah" had a formula plot and lots of clichés and stereotyping. Vicky was good in it. She was real. She was believable but, most of all, she was Victoria Spivey. Victoria carried that movie experience with her. Her latter years were a bit like a replay of the movie, "Sunset Boulevard ". Yes, she was a blues singer. She played stride piano very well but you'd better not forget that she was a movie star in the old 'star' tradition.
Gerdes Folk City made
the reunion of Victoria Spivey and Lonnie Johnson a big deal. Victoria
and Lonie had performed together many years ago and were pals. I was there
for the opening show. When she first came in Lonnie was already on stage,
opening up. He was wearing a gold lamé jacket was was doing those
wonderful things he did on guitar. He saw her and reached into what you
might call the literature of the blues and said something like, "Big
leg mama with the meat shaking on her bones." Vicky didn't take too
kindly to the notion that she might be fat. She went into a pout and they
had to send people to coax her on to the stage. Of course you couldn't
have kept her offstage with a bulldozer but it was very dramatic at the
time.
When she did come in to do her part of the set she was wearing a white
satin gown. Her big hit had been the 'Black Snake Blues' - "Get that
Black Snake out of my bed." As I said she was wearing a white satin
gown and there was a big, velvet black snake with rhinestones and sequins
across the front of that dress. It kind of wobbled when she walked. She
made quite an impression with that. When she sat down at the piano it
was the real thing and she swung into 'Black Snake Blues' and wowed us
all. She did a whole bunch of other number and she a Lonnie sang togethr
beautifully.
I remember especially a song of Lonnie, not a blues but it stuck in my head,
"What a difference a day makes,
Twenty-four little hours,
What a difference the sunshine can make to flowers..."
He wrote that one and had a hit with it. He also claimed to have written 'Careless Love'. He might have. He was a composer. He might have adapted it and written more lyrics. He felt strongly about this. Lonnie Johnson was a kind and gentle man, a gentleman in a southern way. I had sung one of my songs on the open stage during intermission one time. He heard me and was kind enough to tell me that he liked it. I appreciated that then, and I still do.
© Sonia Fricker
Brock 2005
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