Say No to the Devil: The Life and Musical Genius of Rev. Gary Davis

Say No to the Devil: The Life and Musical Genius of Rev. Gary Davis

by Ian Zack

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Who was the greatest of all American guitarists? You probably didn’t name Gary Davis, but many of his musical contemporaries considered him without peer. Bob Dylan called Davis “one of the wizards of modern music.” Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead—who took lessons with Davis—claimed his musical ability “transcended any common notion of a bluesman.” And the folklorist Alan Lomax called him “one of the really great geniuses of American instrumental music.” But you won’t find Davis alongside blues legends Robert Johnson and Muddy Waters in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Despite almost universal renown among his contemporaries, Davis lives today not so much in his own work but through covers of his songs by Dylan, Jackson Browne, and many others, as well as in the untold number of students whose lives he influenced.

The first biography of Davis, Say No to the Devil restores “the Rev’s” remarkable story. Drawing on extensive research and interviews with many of Davis’s former students, Ian Zack takes readers through Davis’s difficult beginning as the blind son of sharecroppers in the Jim Crow South to his decision to become an ordained Baptist minister and his move to New York in the early 1940s, where he scraped out a living singing and preaching on street corners and in storefront churches in Harlem. There, he gained entry into a circle of musicians that included, among many others, Lead Belly, Woody Guthrie, and Dave Van Ronk. But in spite of his tremendous musical achievements, Davis never gained broad recognition from an American public that wasn’t sure what to make of his trademark blend of gospel, ragtime, street preaching, and the blues. His personal life was also fraught, troubled by struggles with alcohol, women, and deteriorating health.

Zack chronicles this remarkable figure in American music, helping us to understand how he taught and influenced a generation of musicians.

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ISBN-13: 9780226234243
Publisher: University of Chicago Press
Publication date: 04/10/2015
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 344
File size: 9 MB

About the Author

Ian Zack is a New York–based journalist whose work has appeared in the New York Times, Forbes, and Acoustic Guitar. He worked as a concert booker for one of the oldest folk venues in New York, the Good Coffeehouse, where he got to know some of Davis’s students.

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Say No to the Devil

The Life and Musical Genius of Rev. Gary Davis

By Ian Zack

The University of Chicago Press

Copyright © 2015 Ian Zack
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ISBN: 978-0-226-23424-3


There Was a Time That I Was Blind (1896–1916)

It's so hard I have to be blind
I'm away in the dark and got to feel my way
And nobody cares for me

Rev. Gary Davis

Elderly blacks in Laurens County, South Carolina, still remember an old railroad trestle and a putrid piece of rope that hung from it for decades. The rope, they say, had last been put to use back in 1913 by a white mob that lynched a black man accused of rape. While the rope and trestle live on only as jagged shards of memory, other unpleasant reminders endure of the harrowing environment in which Gary Davis grew up, most notably the Ku Klux Klan Museum and Redneck Shop, housed in what used to be a segregated movie theater. Items available for purchase at the shop include white hooded robes, Klan stickers, and photocopies of "Whites Only" segregation signs.

A few paces away is the Laurens County Courthouse, a Corinthian-columned building that looks about the same as it did in Davis's youth. The courthouse square in the city of Laurens, the county seat, retains a retro feel, its red brick storefronts adorned with Coca-Cola and Bull Durham Tobacco ads painted on the side. It doesn't take a lot of conjuring to envision the old stagecoach route that linked Laurens County to Greenville and Spartanburg to the northwest in the 1800s. Back then, if you had traveled along that dirt thoroughfare from the courthouse and veered off a great distance into the gently rolling hills, you'd have eventually found yourself amid a quiet patchwork of ragged farms, mountain-fed creeks, and lush forestland miles from any hint of bustle. This is the place where Gary Davis's life began—and might well have ended, if not for his astonishing musical gifts.

Laurens County was in the midst of social and economic turmoil in the latter part of the nineteenth century. The Union victory in the Civil War had left the state's farm economy in ruins. Many white farmers who'd depended on forced labor had been wiped out as four hundred thousand South Carolina slaves became free under the watchful eyes of federal troops and the Freedmen's Bureau. Farmers who'd managed to stay afloat still needed a workforce, and newly freed blacks had few skills outside of farm work, so the uneasy alliances of sharecropping and tenant farming had arisen in place of outright servitude.

At the same time, a violent struggle had erupted over Reconstruction, as whites aimed to take back what Robert E. Lee's troops lost on the battlefield. One center of resistance was Laurens County in the northwest corner of the state. In 1870 it was the scene of a bloody riot, when a brief battle between white and black militias over a local election prompted thousands of armed white men to descend on horseback from surrounding counties; they chased down and attacked blacks over several days, killing six, including a recently elected black state legislator, whose corpse was left rotting in the road. As terrorist acts against blacks escalated statewide, President Ulysses S. Grant tried in vain to assert federal authority and tamp down the influence of the Ku Klux Klan by suspending habeas corpus in Laurens and eight other South Carolina counties and placing them under martial law. But by the time the century drew to a close, Washington gave up trying to impose its will and turned its attention elsewhere.

In 1895, South Carolina's new constitution effectively resurrected the antebellum order. The charter imposed, among other things, a poll tax and de facto literacy test for voting—voters had to be able to read or interpret an entire passage of the state constitution, an impossibility for illiterate former slaves—as well as a ban on interracial marriage; it provided the legal basis for the Jim Crow laws and customs that would subjugate blacks for decades to come. The following year, the US Supreme Court established "separate but equal" as the law of the land from sea to shining sea.

If life was hard for most black South Carolinians then, it was especially so in Laurens County, where only 4 percent of blacks worked a farm they owned, the second-lowest proportion of the state's forty counties. John and Evelina Davis were among the sharecroppers in Laurens trying to eke out an existence on a patch of someone else's land. On April 30, 1896, their eldest son, Gary, was born.

Gary Davis's mother, the former Evelina Martin, was seventeen when she gave birth, and she would go on to have a total of eight children, most likely by multiple fathers. But with proper medical care for blacks practically nonexistent, six of her children died as infants; only Gary and a younger brother—probably a half-brother, named Buddy Pinson—survived, and Buddy would die in 1930 at age twenty-five, stabbed to death by a girlfriend with a butcher's knife. That would leave Gary as the sole survivor of Evelina Davis's large brood.

The event that would define Davis's life—the loss of his sight—occurred soon after birth. "I'd taken sore eyes when I was three weeks old," he recalled in one version of the story. "They [took] me to a doctor and the doctor put some alum and sweet milk in my eyes and they caused ulcers in my eyes. That's what caused me to go blind." In his later application to attend a school for the blind, Davis's mother would tell a similar story, blaming his blindness on "medicines of doctor who made a mistake."

A doctor who examined him as an adult would conclude that Davis had suffered both infant glaucoma and ulceration of the cornea, a condition that can result from neonatal conjunctivitis contracted from a mother with gonorrhea and also can afflict children with a severe Vitamin A deficiency. As to what led to Davis's blindness, a family friend named Tiny Robinson gave a different explanation: she said Davis's mother blinded him by trying to treat his eye infection with lye soap, an old folk remedy. Davis's second wife, Annie, corroborated the story about the doctor as Davis himself told it. Both accounts seem plausible, but the common denominator was the absence of even rudimentary medical care. Davis said the doctor told his family that he "might overcome it" as he aged, but he never regained his sight.

Davis's blindness was "near total," as his blind school application would note, meaning he wasn't in complete darkness. That jibes with Davis's own description decades later in New York: "I could tell the look of a person, but to tell who it is, I'm not able to do that."

The exact location of Davis's birthplace remains unconfirmed. However, in one interview, when asked about his parents, he said: "This was Mr. Abercrombie's farm. He had a great big plantation. I don't know how long we stayed with Mr. Abercrombie 'cause I was a baby then." The plantation Davis remembered most likely belonged to a Jonathan McCall Abercrombie, who owned 322 acres in Young's township, in the upper-west quadrant of the county not far from the town of Gray Court.

"My parents were workin' people—farmers," Davis recalled. "They raised everything on the farm—chickens, cattle, hogs, dogs.... peaches, apples, plums, pears, apricots—pretty near every kind of thing." Cotton, of course, was the big cash crop, aided by the region's temperate climate and long growing season, and Davis may have neglected to mention it on that occasion because it was a given.

Davis's parents weren't well suited to raising children, and Davis's maternal grandmother, whose maiden name was Annie Spencer, quickly assumed responsibility for young sightless Gary. Davis's mother "was once upon a time a rough woman"—a southern euphemism for being sexually loose—who was always "twistin' about from one place to another," Davis remembered, and "didn't care to be bothered with no children." His father was "in trouble all the time." John Davis eventually left South Carolina and was shot to death around 1906 by the sheriff in Birmingham, Alabama, apparently after slitting a lover's throat and telling the authorities, "Come and get me."

Evelina Davis not only gave up primary responsibility for raising her son to her mother—she outright rejected Gary emotionally, although she remained in his life. The abandonment had a profound effect on him. As Davis later recalled:

I felt horrible about it 'cause I felt like I was throwed away. In fact, my mother never had cared as much about me as she did my younger brother.... He was her heart.... Because of the way she talkin' to me, she'd wish that I were dead. She tell me that a heap of times.

It's surely no coincidence that the themes of death, abandonment, the lost child in the wilderness, and a reunion with his mother ran through Davis's gospel message and music. Indeed, gospel as an art form grew out of the misery and deprivation of the southern black experience, and those themes are common in the music as a whole. In Davis's case, it's easy to see why. Perhaps his most famous song, "Death Don't Have No Mercy," though based on traditional spirituals, has a strong autobiographical element for the only surviving child of eight, with its signature lament, "death don't have no mercy in this land."

Davis would often sing about seeing his mother in heaven, when, presumably, all would be forgiven under God's grace. But his anger would also remain palpable. In "Lord, I Wish I Could See," he would address his mother's rejection in searingly poetic detail, singing: "Nobody cares for me, because I'm away in the dark and I cannot see."

The other theme that would occupy Davis as both a minister and performer—personal salvation and the rejection of sin—can be seen, in part, as a response to the wayward ways of his parents: his mother's philandering and his father's "troubles," which may have been alcohol related. "You got to learn how to live [be]'fore your children," Davis would sing in "You Got to Go Down," and it's likely he had both parents in mind.

Life in Laurens County revolved around the harvest, particularly cotton, although low market prices only added to the economic distress of the landlocked white farmers and their black tenants in the tempestuous decades after the Civil War. Davis and his family had an unsettled life as sharecroppers, to say the least, and it was probably quite desolate, though Davis would rarely discuss his childhood in those terms, and he never tried to elicit any sympathy when asked about his early years. Still, he hinted at the lack of basic necessities like shoes, telling a concert audience in the 1960s that the clay was so red in Laurens that when the rains came it would "put another shoe sole on your foot."

The Davises rarely stayed on one farm for very long, and Gary's account of moving year after year during his youth is a remarkable testament to the instability of the sharecropper's life:

We stayed at Mr. Abercrombie's place and we moved from that place ... near the railroad to Mr. Tan Moore, it was. Then after we left there, we went to Mr. Joe C. Calhoun, and we left there—uh—one place I remember we lived at—I was a small child then—was Mr. Jim Todd's near a town.... and [we] went to Miss Nero Trainhem's. And we left Miss Trainhem's and went to Mr. Calhoun Wallace's place. We left Mr. Calhoun Wallace and went to Waterloo on Mr. Joe Culbertson's place; and after we left there, we went to Doctor Fuller's. Left Doc Fuller's and went to Miss Lou Crummley's. From Miss Lou Crummley's, we went to Miss Pet McKilvey's. From Miss Pet McKilvey's, we went to Willard Dick. Left there and went to Mr. Paul Roper's and stayed there. We left Mr. Paul Roper's and went back to Miss McKilvey's. From Miss Pet McKilvey's [to] Mr. Joe Whamps. We left Mr. Joe Whamps and went to Mr. Jim Lewis McCarthy's. Stayed there for about two years.

The sharecropping system, with its contracts and strict accounting, was intended, in part, to protect black farmers from exploitation, but in practice most were illiterate, and plenty of opportunity existed for landlords to take advantage. Farm owners typically provided supplies like mules and feed as well as clothing and a place to live in return for a quarter to half the harvested crops. Davis recalled how the system kept his family from making any real economic progress:

Down there you worked on the halves, like if you made ten bales [of cotton] you'd get five and the boss man get five. Now if you got $10 from the boss man, he'd look for you to pay $20 back.... The guy would come out there with his great big old goggly-looking glasses on his face and say, "Why don't we run up accounts? Well, you got $150 so-and-so-and-so, and the one day that you didn't work and I had to hire somebody in your place—I'll charge you $50 for that. Then you know I had to pay for all the fertilizer, and it comes to so-and-so-and-so.... Well ah ..." and he'd get to figuring up: "Sum total—well, I owe you a nickel!"

White farm owners often had little cash to pay for labor and were inclined to keep tenants on at the end of the cultivating season if they met their obligations as laid out in the rental contract. If not, owners might send them packing unless the tenants had too many debts to pay. Tenants, on the other hand, moved around a lot, seeking the best terms. The Davises, it seemed, had problems with most of their landlords.

Though he was blind, young Gary learned how to do just about everything on the farm, his labor doubtless a necessity for his family. He picked cotton and sugar cane, pulled corn fodder, and baled hay. He had a special affinity for the animals he raised, especially the chickens. He recalled raising 350 head of chicken, who became the future minister's first flock, alighting onto his shoulders when he approached the coop.

In the absence of any affection from his mother, Davis often called his grandmother "maw." She cared for him but ran a strict home, whipping him with belts or switches if he got out of line. Housing for sharecroppers consisted of one- or two-room wood frame dwellings, with the children often sleeping on pallets. Food was scarce, and what little they had often went to important guests. "Lots of times my grandmother used to go to church and bring back a gang of preachers and eat up the best food," Davis remembered. "The rest of the children would be scared to ask for it. I wouldn't. I'd get to the table.... I'd say, 'Maw, I'll thank you for some chicken!'" Usually, the response came back: "Eat what's before you." And that was "whatever they'd give us. If it would be cornbread and cabbages, it would be that. And if it be butter and bread, we get that. If it be butter, molasses and bread, we get that. If it be bread and milk, we get that."

Visiting preachers were treated like dignitaries because of the church's dominant role in black southern life. At a time when blacks endured growing restrictions on their rights and freedoms, renewed assaults on their dignity and physical attacks intended to cow them into submission, the church became, literally, a sanctuary. Nearly every black South Carolinian adult claimed church affiliation. Blacks ran their own congregations, and with politics off limits, churches became the voice of solidarity and aspiration. Ministers and preachers—usually men with engaging personalities and a gift of oratory—occupied a privileged status in the community. One can easily see how Gary regarded these men with awe, given the perquisites they enjoyed.

Davis's grandma, who had likely been born a slave, was a religious woman. (Plantation owners often encouraged their slaves to sit in on church services and participate in revivals.) She taught Davis his first spiritual, "Children of Zion," which he would later record and which he would claim was "over five hundred years old," perhaps suggesting an African origin to the melody. He also remembered first hearing the spirituals "Keep Your Lamp Trimmed and Burning" and "Blow, Gabriel" from his grandmother. Unlike his mother, Grandma Annie "always would carry me to church and everywhere she wanted to go," Davis recalled.

As a boy, Davis sang in the choir of the Center Rabun Baptist Church, whose congregation still exists today in Gray Court. The congregation first held services in 1873 under a brush arbor "in the woods," church members recalled. By 1904, when Davis was eight, the church occupied a forty-by-sixty-foot wood frame building with wings on one side, a belfry, and a baptistery, and its congregation numbered about 125 souls.

Davis later identified himself as a Missionary Baptist. In South Carolina, the Missionary Baptist movement had come into its own during a religious revival in the 1830s that occurred amid the Second Great Awakening, when Protestantism spread rapidly in both the North and South. An evangelical sect, Missionary Baptists put most of their energies into converting the masses and expunging evil from the world in preparation for Christ's Second Coming. The Missionaries' focus on saving individual souls appealed to a growing number of slaves throughout the South, who helped it become one of the most popular denominations for rural southern blacks after the Civil War. That evangelical zeal would ultimately follow black migrants like Gary Davis to their small storefront congregations in northern cities, and in his case, evangelism would become his life's work once he became a minister.


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Table of Contents

Introduction: The Anti–Robert Johnson
Prologue: You Got to Move

1          There Was a Time That I Was Blind (1896–1916)
2          Street-Corner Bard (1917–28)
3          “I Was a Blues Cat” (1928–34)
4          Great Change in Me (1934–43)
5          Meet You at the Station (1943–49)
6          Who Shall Deliver Poor Me? (1950–55)
7          I’ll Be Alright Someday (1955–58)
8          I Can’t Make This Journey by Myself (1958–59)
9          He Knows How Much We Can Bear (1960–61)
10        Let the Savior Bless Your Soul: The Reverend in the Pulpit
11        Children, Go Where I Send Thee (1961–62)
12        Lord, Stand by Me (1962–63)
13        On the Road and Over the Ocean (1964)
14        The Guitar Lessons: “Bring Your Money, Honey!”
15        Buck Dance (1965–66)
16        Where You Goin’, Old Drunkard?
17        There’s a Bright Side Somewhere (1967–70)
18        Tired, My Soul Needs Resting (1971–72)

Epilogue: When I Die, I’ll Live Again
Selected Discography

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