By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
But minstrelsy was a complicated institution. For one thing, "The Coon From Tennessee" turns out to be a chopped and channeled version of Shepard Edmonds's 1901 "I'm Going to Live Anyhow, 'Till I Die." Shepard Edmonds was blackbut the Crackers keep their version a hell of a lot more "real." Just like black artists so often did with crappy white pop, they refined Edmonds's Tin Pan Alley jingle into a pure blast of underworld orneriness.
These white guys weren't just singing about coons; they were pretending to be them. If that gave their audience a way to feel superior, it gave the Cofers something more. When Paul and Leon Cofera semicripple and a blind man, nobodiesbecame the Georgia Crackers, for just a little while they could slip into the virtual skin of somebody almost unimaginably bigger and badder than they could ever be. I hear jubilation in their voices, not condescension; "Raw Power," not "Brown Sugar."
But there's a bigger irony here, besides white guys wanting to be the folks their whole society was set up to keep down. One of the reasons Paul and L.J. got to record at all was that Henry Ford had started fearing for the nation's moral fiber, what with everyone going out for that newfangled Negro jazz. So he started sponsoring good old-fashioned fiddling contests at Ford dealerships all around the country, building hillbilly music into something of a craze. He wanted the Cofer Brothers; he got the Georgia Crackers.
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