First, the uplifting and relevant soundtrack. Recorded January 30, 1940, by Jelly Roll Morton’s Seven for General Records: Henry “Red” Allen, trumpet; Claude Jones, trombone; Albert Nicholas, clarinet; Eddie Williams, alto saxophone; Jelly Roll Morton, piano, vocal, composer; Wellman Braud, string bass; Zutty Singleton, drums:
Morton made such an impact as composer, arranger, pianist . . . that we run the risk of forgetting just how wonderful he was as a singer. This record, and others from these late session, show his awareness of what a hit Fats Waller was for Victor, the record company that Morton may have felt had shown him only intermittent love. Finally, this song is very contemporary — in Morton’s mythical Southern town, much of the lyric has to do with produce, obviously organic, locally grown, and no doubt delicious.
I’ve seen photographs of the sheet music for several late Morton songs. Most sheet music issued by the major companies had photographs and elaborate artwork: Tempo Music had a much smaller budget:
Two more improvisations on SOUTHERN TOWN, before we move on. A contemporary version (from December 1995):
Bob Barnard, cornet; Keith Ingham, piano; Earl May, string bass; Jackie Williams, drums.
Even more contemporary! From November 7, 2014, at the Whitley Bay Classic Jazz Party, with Bent Persson, trumpet; Graham Hughes, trombone; Jean-Francois Bonnel, Thomas Winteler, reeds; Morten Gunnar Larsen, piano; Jacob Ullberger, guitar; Henri Lemaire, string bass; Nick Ball, drums.
Attentive readers will notice “that paper” in my title, and here it is.
Here is an astonishing item for sale on eBay. My friend Kris Bauwens (of Gent, Belgium) — one of the great collectors of jazz autographs — told me about it yesterday. Yes, six thousand dollars. But an easy payment plan:
a closer look at that signature:
and the inside:
turning the page:
and the back cover:
At the end of Eudora Welty’s classic 1941 story, “A Worn Path,” an elderly lady from the Mississippi backwoods, Phoenix Jackson, plans to buy her grandson a paper windmill. “He going to find it hard to believe there such a thing in the world.” That is my reaction to the autographed MY HOME IS IN A SOUTHERN TOWN.
Should you like more information about Mister Jelly Lord, I urge you to read SO WHO KNEW? — a brief post that attracted a good deal of attention.
May your happiness increase!