've been sniffin' around, but all I've got are rumors and stuff I can't repeat, not yet.
Last Thursday, I heard a story about the Chancellor, something from years ago. Maybe I'll write it up when I get confirmation. The story ends with then-President Mathur saying, "You didn't see this."
I figured I'd take advantage of the lull by offering one of my favorite songs. I first heard it when I was a teenager, and it has stayed with me. I'll be going along, and there it'd be, playing in my head.
It was recorded in 1928 by Mississippi John Hurt. Hurt is usually called a bluesman, but his repertoire included few blues. In the early 20th Century, in and around Mississippi, musicians with Hurt's varied repertoire were called "songsters."
Hurt is famous for his gentleness and his lovely guitar picking. Both are in evidence in this recording of Hurt's own "Louis Collins." He always told people it was based on a real event.
Louis Collins by Mississippi John Hurt
Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan
To see her son Louis leave his home
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Kind friends, oh, ain't it hard?
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard
Angels laid him away
Bob shot once and Louis shot too
They shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan
To see her son Louis leave his home
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
When they heard that Louis was dead
All the people they dressed in red
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
From atop Modjeska grade, looking west.
From Live Oak Canyon, looking east.