that's the last number for tonight's 'Pass the Biscuits Pappy O'Daniel Flour Hour.' This is Pappy O'Daniel, hopin' you folks been enjoyin' that good old-timey music, and remember, when you're fixin' to fry up some flapjacks or bake a mess a biscuits, use cool clear water and good pure Pappy O'Daniel flour for that 'Pass the Biscuits, Pappy' flavor....which is sort of a direct reference to the advertising function of some of the big, border radio superstations that became incredibly powerful in spreading this music to a nationwide pop audience. These stations could be heard throughout the entire American South and Midwest and sometimes beyond, so their reach was impressive, and they used this popular music trend to sell various kinds of snake oil, for instance, goat testicles.
Well sir, my name is Jordan RiversThe writers of this modern movie knew a lot about the musical dynamic of the 1930s, and commercial appropriation of the songs people had been singing for decades around their homes and at their parties was a huge part of it. This recording boom, and the popular interest in the music during the 1930s revival, is one of the reasons so many old-time songs have survived to this day. People couldn't get enough of it, so record company executives found and recorded a ton of it, which got more people into knowing and playing it, and when there weren't enough songs, people started writing new songs that sounded like they fit into the tradition. To this day, it becomes a black art trying to figure out whether some old-time songs are "traditional" (have a history of being sung and played by many people, in different places and versions, author unkown) or composed by an individual who receives the credit. At some point it's a quibble, as even traditional songs have authorship somewhere, though we may not know it.
and these here are the Soggy Bottom
Boys outta Cottonelia Mississippi-
Songs of Salvation to Salve the Soul.
We hear you pay good money to sing
into a can.
MAN
Well that all depends. You boys do
Negro songs?
Everett grimaces, thinking.
EVERETT
Sir, we are Negroes. All except our
a-cump- uh, company-accompluh- uh,
the fella that plays the gui-tar.
MAN
Well, I don't record Negro songs.
I'm lookin' for some ol'-timey
material. Why, people just can't
get enough of it since we started
broadcastin' the 'Pappy O'Daniel
Flour Hour', so thanks for stoppin'
by...
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posted by ryanrs at 12:04 AM on June 23 [2 favorites has favorites]