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For the ultimate barbecue and picnics, nobody does it like they do down South. Last summer, reporter Benjamin Adair got wind of something called "the last great picnic" in rural Mississippi. Ben said the food was amazing, but the music was really the thing.

There's a long tradition down at Otha Turner's picnic of mixing the fife and drum sounds of the British colonials with the drum rhythms brought to early America from Africa. When Ben brought the raw tape back, and played the music at his desk while he was editing his story, staff gathered 'round. His final cut of the story turned out to be one of our favorites over the past year.

Memorial Day is the perfect time to revisit those great sounds. The big picnic takes place in August. Anybody can go -- if you can find it.

The Picnic
By Ben Adair

05/24/02 (Originally ran 09/21/01)

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I could tell you how to get there, but that would only help. I could tell you to fly into a town where they say the blues is in trouble (where they say all the younger set are going so heavily for the hip hop and it's hard, they say, to get people to support basic blues). You get in a car and you drive south. You go from a big road...to a little road, to an even smaller road. And just when you're about to give yourself up for lost, when you're looking around like you're in another country -- you're there.

Only you're not, because I can give you directions, and you'll arrive at Otha Turner's picnic -- the last of the great picnics -- but, that's really only half of what you need.

Here, let me show you what I mean.

Betty Serves BBQ...
Betty Serves BBQ

You drive these roads and you get there early. You find Otha Turner's farm -- see, his house, which is not a trailer like the ones next door, but a house that stands in front of a pig pen and a caged, wailing hound dog, and the spot where they'll kill, skin and barbecue two goats in the morning. Behind the house there's an older white man; he used to be a Mississippi highway patrolman, he tells you, and this is his first picnic, too. He's just gotten there -- just backed his huge Ford F250 into Otha's yard and unloaded the pipes, the tarps, the rope to make a tent. No rain, Mr. Otha says, NO RAIN is going to EVER going to cancel a picnic.

So you stand in the drizzle and you help assemble this tent. And you try not to think about this state trooper, this good Samaritan, this man, this white lawman, who may or may not have fought in America's second Civil War -- who may or may not still be fighting. This man, this generous man, who will tell you, in just a few hours, to look at that woman over there. When the light hits her just right and you get her in just right profile, doesn't she look exactly like Whoopie Goldberg?

No. Put that out of your mind. Move out from under the tent toward this other man, this black man with short white hair and a blue mesh cap, overalls and a flannel. He's walking toward the overhang, and he swaggers. He moves with the strength and confidence of a man who has worked the land hard his whole life. He's shaven, though how he works the razor between those deep lines in his face is a mystery. He's got silver-blue eyes and, when the light hits them just right, and he's staring straight at you, they reflect. They stare right through you.

The Smoker...
Picnic preparations on Otha Turner's farm

In a few seconds, he'll start telling you a story, and you'll start to believe. Everything you've heard about Otha Turner is true. Otha Turner, the last of the fife players; Otha Turner, former share cropper; America's last living link to a culture that, like him at 94 years old, simply and stubbornly refuses to die.

Otha Turner: "...And I said, 'Mr. Arie, what's that you blowing?' He said, 'It's a fife.' I said, 'I thought a fife was a dog.' He said, 'No it ain't. This is fife I'm blowing.' I said, 'Will you make me one of them?' He said, "I don't know. Do like your momma told you and I'll make you one.'"
And then, about 17 seconds into this astounding story about how Otha Turner, living legend, first picked up an instrument, first learned how to play a fife, you realize you don't understand a single word he's saying.
Bill Ramsey: "Actually, my first memory of the picnic is when I was a little-bitty boy, visiting my grandma who lived down here. She took us to the see the picnic, but we stood up on a hill looking down, and we watched Napoleon play and Otha Turner play. The picnic was large, but totally black at that time. This was the late '50s, early '60s. I was a real little boy then."
Robert Reed, Jr.: "First picnic? Oh man, you weren't even born then. You weren't even born then."
Bernice Turner: "I'm Bernice Turner, Otha Turner's daughter.
Ben: "What's your first memory of the picnic?"
Bernice: "I was about 8 years old."
Ben: "What do you remember about it?"
Bernice: "The fife and drums -- the music. That's mostly when you're young, that's what catches your eyes."
Ben: "You were 8 years old running around?"
Bernice: "I wasn't running around. I was standing in the back of my daddy's pick up truck. We would get out and go get us a snowball, or something like that, and then go back to the truck."
Otha: "Well, that's the pleasure -- that's pleasure. Folks work hard during the weeks and ain't got no where to go for their enjoyment, see? Alright. When they found out, I used to give nights of them. At night, they played in the house, burning the lamp -- wasn't no electric light. And the people would come down and they'd like that. They'd see that."
Ben: "So it was all black and whites looked down from up around?"
Bill: "Mostly. A few mixing in but, you know, we were young and this was the '50s. We were taken to watch and listen to this usual music. Nobody then heard much like it in the white community."
David Katznelson: "Well, you see, what's the first image you have of American music? Military music is the first music we brought over here. You have the fife and drum player with the little piece of string wrapped around his bleeding head, marching down the battle grounds. What I've heard is that slaves picked up on this military music. It's music that their owners would allow them to play, and what they did was make it better and more soulful, and make it a brand new thing."
Bill: "According to Alan Lomax, it was a strong musical reference that this type of music is very similar to in Senegal, where people make fifes out of bamboo. And what happened, a lot of the slaves who came to this area were from that part of Senegal, in Africa -- number 1. Number 2, the slave owners and the slaves developed a strong bond in this part of Mississippi and were almost never sold. So you had people going all the way back to Ed and Lonnie Young, and Jessie Mae Hemphill, who lived here and played that music -- and later, Napoleon and Otha Turner. And it stuck, because you have that strong tradition and strong community here."
Robert: "I believe it was in 1947. We lived in the Delta part of Mississippi, and my uncle came down and he played. And some more people came and played drums, the Hemphills. Yes, sir. Sid Hemphill and them. Uh, Freddy Brooks and his brothers. They had a good band. They all died out. There used to be a lot people in here that played old music like that -- sure did."

Otha Turner and his Rising Star Fife and Drum band have two records. David Katznelson's the label exec. He says the music will get to you like it got to him. He says of the music, "It's transcendent, and when you first hear it, it sounds great -- and the second time you hear it, it sounds great."

David: "...but then suddenly, you get this need to hear it, and then all of a sudden you hear the drums come in and it's like, Oh, man! And then it suddenly opens up this very weird musical world. This is a great place -- it transcends reality and I'm sure it's what they've been doing since the very beginning."

Back in sharecropping days, the picnics were held during the lay-by -- that's after you've done all your planting and sowing and cultivating, when you just have to wait for the cotton or the corn to grow. So, there's nothing else to do -- why not have a party? Why not invite everybody, from everywhere? Why not bang on that big bass drum which, in the days before all this noise we're so used to now, you could hear for miles.

Otha Turner on the Fife...
Otha Turner on the Fife

Otha Turner says the picnics were competitive. You'd throw one and then I'd throw one, and mine better be better than yours. These days, however, Otha Turner takes first prize every time. Because just like he's got the last Fife and Drum band, he also has the last picnic.

Bernice: "...at that time there were others, but this is the only one left because most of the other people done died out, or are in homes, or are disabled. So, dad is the only one that still does it."
The picnics are bigger now. There are more musicians -- and it's not just fife and drum music, but North Mississippi Blues. And more "guests," more "visitors," more tourists come too.

The purists will tell you that it's getting too big -- that the 200 people crammed in behind Otha Turner's house and the pig pen, about half from out of town -- those are mostly white -- and the rest from round the area, mostly black. The "purists" will tell you that it's getting diluted. But, like the college girl who threatened to trip me if I didn't have Otha's permission to record, most of the "purists" are at their first, second or third picnic themselves. And, more than that, most of these complainers aren't even dancing.

Ben: "What are your favorite parts of the picnic?"
Bernice: "Um, gosh. You only get goat once a year, and to see some of the same faces that come back year after year, like Bill. And I have grown real close and I've met friends, and it's kind of like a reunion thing because you get people who want to come, and it really touches my heart. A lot of them will tell me how much they enjoyed it, and it really, it touches you to let you know that you touched somebody else's life."
Carter Little: "Basically, the vibe is music and camaraderie and food and people from very different walks of life getting together to support Otha Turner, and what he's doing, and what he continues to do."
David: "And, you know, everyday is an amazing thing. You see Richard Johnston setting up over there and he's a great player; Luther is coming down later. Last year, it was RL Burnside and T-Model Ford. It's amazing. One thing I'll point out -- this guy from 'The New York Times' wrote a couple of months ago about how the blues was dying in this part of the world, when, in fact there's players galore, and all you have to do is come to the picnic."
Otha: "Go for the enjoyment. A picnic is like a family reunion. If you're having all the fun you want, there ain't nothing else. You ain't got to worry about nothing else."
What you realize, after spending a couple hours at Otha Turner's Picnic -- as I recommend everyone do -- after you've eaten some barbecue goat or pork sandwiches and talked with Jim, and seen how everyone picks on Chip -- but how that's okay because once Chip starts singing, after you've drunk a few beers and, maybe, some of that Mississippi moonshine, after you've let go of your notions of who belongs and who doesn't, and you even see that state trooper dancing there with his son (whom he's fetched from home, so as not to miss this) -- after a couple hours, two things happen.

First, you start to understand Otha -- so you know what he means when he says: "Something that you can do that the people like it. I think it's low-down aggravating you don't do it..."

Otha: "See that's the way I see that. Just like you want me to blow that cane, and you know I can blow, and I sit there and look at you and wouldn't do it -- that's low down. So, that's the way I is."
Second, you figure out that here, in the middle of nowhere Mississippi, the sons and daughters of those sons and daughters of former slaves and slave owners have a way that someone from the outside -- anyone like you -- understands. Here, there's a rhythm to life and pleasure, and as Otha Turner himself puts it, to the enjoyment that seeps in, underneath -- that gets to you. And the first time you feel it, you think it's great. The second time you feel it, you think it's great. And what you get by going to Otha Turner's picnic is that third time, when the drums come in, it's like Oh, man.

Somewhere near Senatobia, Miss., on the edge of the hill country, I'm Benjamin Adair for The Savvy Traveler.


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