Bessie Smith, Empress of the Blues (Part 1)

I’ve had Bessie Smith on my to-post list forever but had not gotten around to writing it. But I went to an event that catalyzed me into finally posting. That event will be Part 2, probably tomorrow. And if you like this one, you won’t want to miss that one.¬†

Minstrel show –¬†an indigenous American theatrical form, popular from the early 19th to the early 20th century, that was founded on the comic enactment of racial¬†stereotypes. The tradition reached its zenith between 1850 and 1870. Although the form gradually disappeared from the professional theaters and became purely a vehicle for amateurs, its influence endured‚ÄĒin¬†vaudeville, radio, and television as well as in the motion-picture and¬†world-music¬†industries of the 20th and 21st centuries.

The earliest minstrel shows were staged by white male minstrels (traveling musicians) who, with their faces painted black, caricatured the singing and dancing of slaves. Scholars usually distinguish this form of the tradition as blackface minstrelsy. РBritannica. (Another triumph of American race relations РME.)

Wikipedia: “Bessie Smith¬†(April 15, 1894 ‚Äď September 26, 1937) was an American¬†blues¬†singer. Nicknamed the¬†Empress of the Blues, she was the most popular female blues singer of the 1920’s and 1930’s.¬†She is often regarded as one of the greatest singers of her era and was a major influence on other¬†jazz¬†singers.” At the show I went to, several people referred to her as the Beyonc√© of her day, not in style but in massive popularity.

As near as anyone can tell, Bessie Smith was born in¬†Chattanooga, Tennessee in July 1892 or 1894.¬†Her father was a part-time Baptist preacher who died when Bessie was very young. It probably goes without saying that a young black girl in the early part of the Twentieth Century wasn’t sitting around drinking champagne and eating caviar. So Bessie and her brother Andrew started performing on the streets of Chattanooga where she sang and danced and her brother played guitar.

In 1912, when Bessie was 18, her older brother Clarence – who had joined Moses Stokes’ traveling minstrel show – returned to Chattanooga. Bessie joined the troupe as a dancer as they already had a great singer named Ma Rainey. Rainey¬†made over 100 recordings, including “Bo-Weevil Blues” (1923), and “See See Rider Blues” (1924). (Rainey co-wrote “See See Rider” which has been covered by just about everybody.) Ma – who became a mentor to Bessie –¬† later recorded with Louis Armstrong.

Smith’s recording career began in 1923 with Columbia Records. Wikipedia:¬†¬†She once auditioned for Black Swan records (W. E. B. Du Bois¬†was on its board of directors) and was dismissed because she was considered too rough, supposedly stopping singing to spit. (My kind of woman -ME). In fact, even her admirers, white and black, considered her a ‚Äúrough‚ÄĚ (i.e., working class or even ‚Äúlow class‚ÄĚ) woman.”

Marrying at the then-ancient age of 29, she was living in Philadelphia when her first record was released. This early part of the Twentieth Century was a fertile time for the blues, especially for black female blues singers. A song called “Crazy Blues” by an unrelated singer named Mamie Smith sold over 100,000 copies, leading record execs on a frantic search for the next hot ticket.

Bessie sang in a variety of minstrel shows, her popularity increasing along the way. Her first recording was “Downhearted Blues/Gulf Coast Blues.” They sold 780,000 copies in the first six months, and eventually 2 million copies were sold. In the words of biographer Chris Albertson, ‚ÄúBessie had a wonderful way of turning adversity into triumph, and many of her songs are the tales of liberated women.‚ÄĚ

Crank up the gramophone kids, here’s “Downhearted Blues:”

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According to Redhotjazz: “Throughout the 1920’s Smith recorded with many of the great Jazz musicians of that era, including¬†Fletcher Henderson,¬†James P. Johnson,¬†Coleman Hawkins,¬†Don Redman¬†and¬†Louis Armstrong. Her rendition of “St. Louis Blues” with¬†Armstrong¬†is considered by most critics to be one of finest recordings of the 1920’s.”

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Bessie was the highest-paid black entertainer of her era, appealing to both black and white audiences. She headed her own shows which “sometimes featured as many as 40 troupers, and toured in her own custom-built railroad car.

Her marriage was stormy with infidelity on both sides, including numerous female lovers for Bessie. (From what I’ve read, this was not uncommon among the female blues singers – ME.) Her husband¬†was impressed by the money but never adjusted to show business life or to Smith’s¬†bisexuality. In 1929, when she learned of his affair with another singer,¬†Smith ended the relationship, although neither of them sought a¬†divorce.”

Now, you’ve doubtless heard that some of these old blues singers performed songs that were, well, shall we say, salacious. Perish the thought! Why, here’s Bessie singing about her “Kitchen Man” and how he regularly stocks her shelves and delivers the goods. Any misinterpretation is entirely on you:

His frankfurters are oh so sweet
How I like his sausage meat
I can’t do without my kitchen man
Oh, how that boy can open clam
No one else is can touch my ham
I can’t do without my kitchen man

When I eat his doughnuts
All I leave is the hole
Any time he wants to
Why, he can use my sugar bowl

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What ultimately brought Bessie’s career to a slowdown, if not a complete stop, was the Great Depression when record companies nearly went out of business, coupled with the fact that times had changed and popular tastes had moved on.

With the advent of “talkies,” vaudeville had started to lose its luster. Columbia dropped Bessie from the label. She continued to tour the South, making money if not as much as in the ’20’s. She recorded a few sides for the legendary producer John Hammond on the Okeh label. Using the same band, Billie Holiday made her first recordings a few days later.

I am going to leave the entire story of Bessie’s death intact from Wikipedia as it has always been controversial and misunderstood: “On September 26, 1937, Smith was critically injured in a car crash while traveling along¬†U.S. Route 61*¬†between¬†Memphis, Tennessee, and¬†Clarksdale, Mississippi.

Her lover, Richard Morgan, was driving and misjudged the speed of a slow-moving truck ahead of him. Tire marks at the scene suggested that Morgan tried to avoid the truck by driving around its left side, but he hit the rear of the truck side-on at high speed. The tailgate of the truck sheared off the wooden roof of Smith’s old Packard. Smith, who was in the passenger seat, probably with her right arm or elbow out the window, took the full brunt of the impact. Morgan escaped without injuries.

The first people on the scene were a Memphis surgeon, Dr. Hugh Smith (no relation). In the early 1970s, Smith gave a detailed account of his experience to Bessie’s biographer Chris Albertson. This is the most reliable eyewitness testimony about the events surrounding her death. After stopping at the accident scene, Hugh Smith examined the singer, who was lying in the middle of the road with obviously severe injuries.

He estimated she had lost about a half pint of blood and immediately noted a major traumatic injury to her right arm; it had been almost completely severed at the elbow. He stated that this injury alone did not cause her death. Although the light was poor, he observed only minor head injuries. He attributed her death to extensive and severe crush injuries to the entire right side of her body, consistent with a sideswipe collision.

Henry Broughton (a fishing partner of Smith’s) and Smith moved the singer to the shoulder of the road. Smith dressed her arm injury with a clean handkerchief and asked Broughton to go to a house about 500 feet off the road to call an ambulance. By the time Broughton returned, about 25 minutes later, Bessie Smith was in shock. (Did anybody think to ask why it took 25 minutes to go 500 feet and return? – ME). Time passed with no sign of the ambulance, so Hugh Smith suggested that they take her into Clarksdale in his car.

He and Broughton had almost finished clearing the back seat when they heard the sound of a car approaching at high speed. Smith flashed his lights in warning, but the oncoming car failed to stop and plowed into his car at full speed. It sent his car careening into Bessie Smith’s overturned Packard, completely wrecking it.

The oncoming car ricocheted off Hugh Smith’s car into the ditch on the right, barely missing Broughton and Bessie Smith.¬†The young couple in the new car did not have life-threatening injuries. Two ambulances arrived on the scene from Clarksdale, one from the black hospital, summoned by Broughton, the other from the white hospital, acting on a report from the truck driver, who had not seen the accident victims.

Bessie Smith was taken to the G. T. Thomas Afro-American Hospital in Clarksdale, where her right arm was amputated. She died that morning without regaining consciousness. After her death, an often repeated but now discredited story emerged that she had died as a result of having been refused admission to a whites-only hospital in Clarksdale.

John Hammond¬†gave this account (of her being refused at a whites-only hospital) in an article in the November 1937 issue of¬†Down Beat¬†magazine. The circumstances of Smith’s death and the rumor promoted by Hammond formed the basis for¬†Edward Albee’s 1959 one-act play¬†The Death of Bessie Smith.

“The Bessie Smith ambulance would¬†not¬†have gone to a white hospital, you can forget that,” Hugh Smith told Albertson. “Down in the¬†Deep South¬†cotton country, no ambulance driver, or white driver, would even have thought of putting a colored person off in a hospital for white folks.” (Yeah, but your whole story sounds a bit self-serving, eh, doc? – ME.)

Smith’s funeral was held in¬†Philadelphia¬†a little over a week later, on October 4, 1937. Her body was originally laid out at Upshur’s funeral home. As word of her death spread through Philadelphia’s black community, the body had to be moved to the O.V. Catto Elks Lodge to accommodate the estimated 10,000 mourners who filed past her coffin on Sunday, October 3.

Contemporary newspapers reported that her funeral was attended by about seven thousand people. Far fewer mourners attended the burial at Mount Lawn Cemetery, in nearby¬†Sharon Hill. Jack Gee (her husband) thwarted all efforts to purchase a stone for his estranged wife, “once or twice pocketing money raised for that purpose.”

Smith’s grave was unmarked until a tombstone was erected on August 7, 1970, paid for by the¬†Janis Joplin (two months before her death) and Juanita Green, who as a child had done housework for Smith. It reads, “The Greatest Blues Singer in the World will Never Stop Singing.”

Three recordings by Bessie Smith (“Downhearted Blues,” “Empty Bed Blues,” “St. Louis Blues,”) were inducted into the¬†Grammy Hall of Fame. “Downhearted Blues” was included in the list of¬†Songs of the Century¬†by the Recording Industry of America and the¬†National Endowment for the Arts¬†in 2001. It is in the¬†Rock and Roll Hall of Fame¬†as one of the 500 songs that shaped¬†rock ‘n’ roll.

Bessie has been inducted into the Nesuhi Ertegun (Atlantic Records) Jazz Hall of Fame; received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award; and has been inducted into the Rock and Roll, Big Band and Jazz and Blues Halls of Fame. In 1984, Smith was inducted into the¬†National Women’s Hall of Fame. The United States Postal Service issued a 29-cent commemorative¬†postage stamp¬†honoring Smith in 1994.

HBO did a movie called Bessie in 2015 starring Queen Latifah as Bessie and Mo’Nique as Ma Rainey.¬†By the following year¬†Bessie¬†stood as the most watched HBO original film of all time. The film was well received critically and garnered four¬†Primetime Emmy Awards, including¬†Outstanding Television Movie.

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*Bob Dylan’s Highway 61.

Sources: Wikipedia, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,

13 thoughts on “Bessie Smith, Empress of the Blues (Part 1)

  1. Honoring Bessie Smith places your music blog a cut above most, Jim. Usually it’s just musicologists that recognize her, these days. I have a double-CD collection of her music…it’s rough listening. BTW, I traveled that stretch of Hwy 61 back in ’82, taking in Clarksdale, and Muddy’s birthplace of Rolling Fork. I keep planning to return, now that I know more about blues history.

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    1. Thanks. We strive for perfection, settle for something quite a bit less. ūüôā As to listening to her stuff, yes it’s old and scratchy and I won’t pretend I dig into my old vinyl and find her stuff all the time. But it’s been rewarding listening to her lately. It’s cool that they have all those blues markers out there. “And he said yes I think it can be easily done. Just take everything down to Highway 61.” I think you will totally dig part 2.

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  2. Magic, Jim. Just what I was needing today… some good old gritty blues. I wasn‚Äôt aware that the original death take had been debunked… always bought into the story that it could have been prevented had she not been turned away by the other hospital. Guess that didn‚Äôt sound too far fetched, y‚Äôknow.


    1. Yeah, although that said, the doc was rhe only living witness. One hopes, though, that his primary goal was saving lives. But it sounds like in those days of wildly unsafe cars, old Bess was likely a goner anyway..

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  3. I know Bessie because I just have to. Part of American music history. For me it was her association with all the old Jazz guys I dig. Plus The Band did a very cool song about her. I lean more to Billie but I do like to know where things come from and she was one of the first. Obviously she had her mentors. Like Pete said keep the fire burning with this roots stuff.


    1. Yes, we all have to. I gotta watch that HBO movie, maybe this weekend. As to the Band, I didn’t even know they had a song about her till I stumbled on it the other day. Came out of the Basement Tape. As to the roots stuff, yeah, we gotta keep it alive. Stay tuned for how Part 2 where I reveal (is that the word?) what galvanized me to get around to this.

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        1. No it’s a dramatization. I think I might have seen it but I’m not sure. You know how Hollywood (let’s call it) is. If they don’t know the facts they’ll just make shit up. I couldn’t find a full-length documentary on her anywhere, just bits and pieces on YouTube.

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        2. Hollywood biopics and CB don’t mix.
          I think in Ken Burn’s Jazz and maybe Scorsese’s Blues there were good bits on Bessie. I’m trying to think of where else I’ve seen stuff on her.
          There we go Doc you and I can do one on her.


        3. Yeah, I’ll probably watch it anyway just to get the flavor of the era if nothing else. It seems damn near impossible to see a full documentary on her, There’s longer stuff on Ma Rainey for whatever reason. I think it’s a good idea for us to do our own documentary. I’ll play Teddy Roosevelt.


    1. There is a whole cottage industry of old blues songs (more sung by women than men) that are just filthy. Very popular back in the day. The rappers got nothin’ on them.

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