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R.I.P. Billy Joe

Frayed Knot
Jun 03 2007 08:30 PM
Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Jun 04 2007 07:09 AM

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge"
"Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"


I thought it only right that we should pause for a moment seeing as how this IS the anniversary of Billy Joe's death.


And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge


Seems like something's rotten in the state of Choctaw Ridge. Who knows what goes on up there.


And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right"
"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge"
"And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"


Y'know what they say about boys who put frog down the backs of girls don't you?


And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?"
"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"


So this is the main question: just what were those two crazy kids throwing into the muddy waters?!?


A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe
And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge


Tossing aside for a moment the fact that the timeline seems to be off -- it's only a year since Billy Joe's death and Papa was certainly alive at that point meaning that his death would have to be sometime after June so dying "last Spring" doesn't make much sense -- our girl sure is upset about something and I bet it's got sumthin to do with whatever she and BJ were heaving off the bridge.

Willets Point
Jun 03 2007 10:27 PM

I don't know who Billy Joe is, but Quentin Compson died on June 2, 1910.

Iubitul
Jun 04 2007 04:27 AM

Nice.... Great song.

iramets
Jun 04 2007 08:09 AM

Willets Point wrote:
I don't know who Billy Joe is, but Quentin Compson died on June 2, 1910.


Would that William Faulkner had.

Willets Point
Jun 04 2007 08:12 AM

An English professor who hates Faulkner? Interesting.

Edgy DC
Jun 04 2007 08:20 AM

That Willie Faulkner could write a good tailpipe gag.

Important dates in rock 'n' roll history.

April 4: Shot rings out in the Memphis Sky-HIGH
June 3: Billy Joe McAllister jumps off the Tallahatchie Bridge
September 3: A day the Temps will always remember

Johnny Dickshot
Jun 04 2007 08:43 AM

June 6: Rubber Duck puts the hammer down.

Edgy DC
Jun 04 2007 08:56 AM

Well, that's a winner. Perhaps the biggest date ever in country-disco crossover history.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 04 2007 09:21 AM

Edgy DC wrote:
That Willie Faulkner could write a good tailpipe gag.

Important dates in rock 'n' roll history.

April 4: Shot rings out in the Memphis Sky-HIGH
June 3: Billy Joe McAllister jumps off the Tallahatchie Bridge
September 3: A day the Temps will always remember


Don't forget February 3.

And late December back in '63 was a very special time for me. I was six months old, and probably learning how to remain in a sitting position without toppling.

Rockin' Doc
Jun 04 2007 11:24 AM

I know this is an easy date, but I like the lyrics to this song.

4th of July: John Popper was wide awake.

cooby
Jun 06 2007 01:43 PM

There was a movie about this song back in the seventies with Glynnis whatsherface and her boyfriend actor. Seems like they threw a ring or something off the bridge.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 06 2007 01:55 PM

I don't know why, but for some reason I've always had this thought that it was a baby.

Frayed Knot
Jun 06 2007 01:59 PM

That was always in the back of my mind -- but it would also mean that our singer/narrator would have had to hide a fairly well-along pregnancy, kinda tough to do while doing stuff like working in the fields and inviting the preacher around for Sunday dinner.

Johnny Dickshot
Jun 06 2007 02:04 PM

Breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You got a copy on me, pig pen, c'mon?

Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's clean clear to flag town, cmon?

yeah, that's a Big 10-4 there, Pig Pen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of june
In a Kenworth pullin logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin hogs

We was headin for bear on i-one-oh
'bout a mile outta Shaky Town
I says, Pig Pen, this heres the Rubber Duck.
And I'm about to put the hammer down.

cause we got a little convoy
Rockin through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Aint she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Aint nothin gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin convoy
'cross the u-s-a.
Convoy!

Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this heres the Duck. and, you wanna back off them hogs?

Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. ten, roger. Them hogs is gettin in-tense up here.


By the time we got into Tulsa town,
We had eighty-five trucks in all.
But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf,
And them bears was wall-to-wall.
Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper;
They even had a bear in the air!
I says, callin all trucks, this heres the Duck.
We about to go a-huntin bear.

cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy,
Aint she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Aint nothin gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin convoy
cross the u-s-a.
Convoy!

Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen?

Negatory, Pig Pen; you're still too close. yeah, them hogs is startin to close up my sinuses. mercy sakes, you better back off another ten.


Well, we rolled up interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets,
And left em settin on the scales.
By the time we hit that Chi-town,
Them bears was a-gettin smart:
Theyd brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois national guard.
There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps,
And rigs of evry size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was fulla bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin trucks
An eleven long-haired friends a jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus.

Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over.

Yeah, 10-4, sodbuster?

Listen, you wanna put that micra-bus right behind that suicide jockey? yeah, hes haulin dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get.


Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didnt have a dog-goned dime.
I says, "Pig Pen, this heres the Rubber Duck.
We just aint a-gonna pay no toll."
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says let them truckers roll, 10-4.

cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy,
Aint she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Aint nothin gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin convoy
cross the u-s-a.

Convoy! ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, whats your twenty?
Convoy! Omaha? well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. well, mercy
Convoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your...
Convoy! tail. well catch you on the flip-flop. this here's the Rubber Duck on the side...
Convoy! ...we gone. bye,bye.

Edgy DC
Jun 06 2007 02:20 PM

Local legend Danny Gatton (The Telemaster) did a great version of "Ode to Billie Joe." He shot himself in 1994, and I've come to think of anybody associated with the song as a potential suicide.

cooby
Jun 06 2007 02:32 PM

Frayed Knot wrote:
That was always in the back of my mind -- but it would also mean that our singer/narrator would have had to hide a fairly well-along pregnancy, kinda tough to do while doing stuff like working in the fields and inviting the preacher around for Sunday dinner.



Well, her mom seemed kind of vague, I suppose the daughter might have gotten it past her

Frayed Knot
Jun 06 2007 02:47 PM

Getting it by Mom is one thing - although she would have had to fool brother and Dad too - but picking cotton all day in the Mississippi sun while preggo is quite another.

TheOldMole
Jun 07 2007 06:41 PM

On July the second, 1953
I was serving time for armed robbery
Four o'clock in the morning
I was sleepin' in my cell
I heard a whistle blow
And I heard somebody yell

[Chorus]
There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Up in cell block number nine

TheOldMole
Jun 07 2007 06:42 PM

I had a great Danny Gatton CD box. But I loaned it to John Hall, and he's off in Washington now.

Willets Point
Jul 05 2007 07:17 AM

looking out the fishbowl
at this Beethoven bust
ever since the canine
no one's looking at us
but i bet with a running start
we could leap out of the water
a two foot drop to the oriental rug
and no one would be bothered
we could flip and flop across the hardwood floor
hold our breath through the lawn
the bust now sits where a globe used to be
Canada should be at the end of this street
and Lake Louise is where i want to be

(chorus)
it's the fifth of July
feeling independent
please step aside
the celebration's over
we're now on our own for the first of our lives
on the fifth of July
now what

looking out the kennel
at the dying oak tree
ever since the newborn
no one's looking at me
but i bet with these incisors
i could gnaw through this lead
a two mile run to the county line
a two state run to the sea
i could run through the briars and the brambles
where a rabbit wouldn't go
so fast the hounds couldn't catch me
like a Johnny Horton show
and anywhere is where i wanna be

(chorus)

one if by land
two if by sea
three if by phone or facsimile
four if by plane
five if by boat
six if bilingual
seven by goat
eight by ten glossies of me

looking out the bedroom
at the snowy tv
ever since commencement
no one's asking 'bout me
but i bet before the night falls
i could catch the late bus
take small provisions and this Beethoven bust
i could find work in the outskirts of the city
eat some fish on the way
befriend an old dog for a roadside pal
find a nice couch to stay
a pull sofa, if you please

(chorus)


- eddie from ohio

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 05 2007 07:39 AM

Actual photo of a bridge that spans the Tallahatchie River:



From Wikipedia:
]
Story

Although recounted as a first person narrative, the Southern Gothic tale is revealed through the dialogue of others.

As the narrator sits down to a meal with her family, "Mama" casually states that the word from Choctaw Ridge is that "Today Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge," apparently to his death.

None too surprised, family members exchange memories about Billy Joe, and Mama notices the narrarator's loss of appetite. Mama casusally recounts her visit with with local preacher, Brother Taylor that morning. Brother Taylor saw Billie Joe and a girl who looked a lot like the narrator throwing something off of Tallahatchie Bridge not too long ago. A year passes. The narrator's brother has married and moved away, her father has died and her mother is despondent. The narrator herself often visits the bridge to drop flowers off of it.

Mystery craze

The mysteries surrounding the characters in the story created a cultural sensation. In 1975, Gentry told author Herman Raucher that she hadn't come up with a reason for Billie Joe's suicide when she wrote the song. She has stated in numerous interviews over the years that the focus of the song was not the suicide itself, but rather the matter-of-fact way that the narrator's family was discussing the tragedy over dinner, unaware that Billie Joe had been her boyfriend. "Ode" was so popular in 1967 that Frank Sinatra, who loved it, asked jazz great Ella Fitzgerald to sing a few verses for his TV special. The recording of "Ode to Billie Joe" generated eight Grammy nominations, including four wins. Bolstered by a perfectly judged arrangement of strings and acoustic guitar, the single creates a haunting and atmospheric universe in a category all its own. A popular speculation at the release of the song in 1967 was that the narrator and Billie Joe threw their baby (either stillborn or aborted) off the bridge, and Billie Joe then killed himself out of grief and guilt.

Novel and screenplay adaptations

The song's popularity proved so enduring that in 1976, nine years after its release, Warner Bros. commissioned author Herman Raucher to adapt it into a novel and screenplay, Ode to Billy Joe (note different spelling). The poster's tagline, which treats the film as being based on actual events and even gives a date of death for Billy (June 3, 1953), led many to believe that the song was based on actual events. In fact, when Raucher met Bobbie Gentry in preparation for writing the novel and screenplay, she confessed that she herself had no idea why Billie killed himself. In Raucher's novel and screenplay, Billy Joe kills himself after realising he is homosexual, and the object thrown from the bridge is the narrator's ragdoll.

As an archetype of the gay suicide myth, Billy Joe's story is analyzed in Professor John Howard's history of gay Mississippi entitled Men Like That: A Queer Southern History.

Willets Point
Jul 06 2007 08:08 AM

July 6: the end of the war was in sight
And in Hartford the circus tents glowing if just for one night
'44: a world torn apart at the seams
But a three-ring performance tonight to a land make-believe
And all eyes were moving as one
At marvels from faraway lands
But no eyes had noticed the child, happy to just be there in the stands
Eyes so wild
Working men as honest as summer days long
Had been saving for weeks for this night that now finally had come
Times like these can make you forget all that's lost
Yellow ponies parading as flaming batons skyward tossed
But no one could ever explain
How everything just fell apart
How heaven was turned into hell
Or just how a fire could start
Over six thousand people were panicking, screaming
And clawing their way to the gate
And by morning the death angel's toll had reached one sixty-eight...
Families came, a listing of victims they'd read
All so senseless and tragic this wake of a human stampede
All but one identified there cold as stone
All but one had been claimed by their loved ones and taken back home
A young girl lay silent and still
As if she were trapped in a dream
The newspapers posted her face
A face that nobody had seen
Not a soul
The photograph taken was printed in papers, Seattle clear to Maine
And no person on earth would admit just to knowing her name
Not a friend, not her school
Playmates gone, neighbors none
Not one clue

- John & Mary

Edgy DC
Jul 06 2007 08:22 AM

This is funny. We post songs that specify a certain date here and we forgot about the fourth of July. We forgot all about the fourth of July.

Willets Point
Jul 06 2007 09:51 AM

Edgy DC wrote:
This is funny. We post songs that specify a certain date here and we forgot about the fourth of July. We forgot all about the fourth of July.


Nah, that date is just too easy.

Edgy DC
Jul 06 2007 10:06 AM

This year I did an impromtu version of X's "The Fourth of July." John Doe's baritone is just too cool to reproduce.

jerseyshore
Jul 06 2007 10:11 AM

Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls

Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl

Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see `em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too

Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever

Rockin' Doc
Jul 08 2007 08:37 PM

Like Willet's said, the 4th of July was pretty easy. I covered that one a month early, with a little help from Blues Traveler .

RealityChuck
Jul 11 2007 02:01 PM

It's all a lie. [url=http://www.blackcollegesports.org/sportsday/2007/050107/former_famu_coach_billy_joe_head.htm]Billy Joe[/url] is still alive and well (and will be inducted into the College Football Hall of Fame in a couple of weeks.)

G-Fafif
Jul 12 2007 02:28 PM

I don't remember how this started, but my wife and I long ago had this oddball game when I'd drive her to the station in the morning. Just before we left, she'd go through my Billboard book of chart info, pick a page, taking care to stay in alphabetical order (A today, B tomorrow, et al) and choose two artists from it (say Billy Joel and Elton John if we were in the J's) and give me the choice of two different songs by those artists. I'd debate the merits of each one and wind up singing the winner en route to the train.

Anyway, one morning at the end of summer one of the artists was the Temptations, whose totally random song, "Papa Was a Rolling Stone," turned out to be the one I chose to sing. The first line is

It was the third of September.

Suddenly I was taken aback. That very date was in fact September 3.

Shortly thereafter we moved to a place within walking distance to the train station.

ETA: Occurs to me I'm blurring two oddball Billboard-inspired games we used to play, but the point stands. It was September 3 and the song whose lyric opened with a reference to September 3 was the random song choice of the day. You can all rest easy now.