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Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 7
Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 7
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Just about every record ever cut by
and his daughter
(as
) were reissued by
in seven volumes near the close of the '90s. Naturally, some folks might feel a bit intimidated by that much material and wonder which disc to choose. On the level, volumes one, two, four, and six are recommendable as they each contain a decent number of well-played selections in fairly good condition. On the downside, the third volume has an unusually large number of excessively scratchy recordings, and number five contains maybe a few too many spoken comedy sketches for the common good. This leaves volume seven, which could stand by itself as perhaps the best choice of all. It opens with a pair of sides by
, followed by her solo performance of
and a duet with dad called
When this collection was assembled, the producers were unable to locate a copy of
's
b/w
These sides, which were cut in Atlanta in December 1930 and October 1931, turned out to be the very last
records that either Carson would make. Not exactly a surprising development, given the fact that
had been grinding out
since 1923, and quite often recording the same song under several different titles.
The remainder of the
discography comes from two day's worth of activity which took place at the end of February 1934 in Camden, NJ, probably in the same church-made-over-into-a-recording-studio where
's engineers had recorded
's hot pipe organ solos in 1926 and 1927.
introduces all but two of his
records with the words "This is old Fiddlin' John himself now, with Moonshine Kate -- look out, here she comes." He deviates slightly from this formula at the beginning of two duets by
and
.
is a slightly seasick handling of a love ballad garnished with a little bit of yodeling, and
opens with humorous dialogue during which
proclaims "I ain't drunk, I'm just lazy". Even with essentially the same spoken intro on every side,
amount to some of the best music he ever managed to weasel into the grooves of a stack of 78 rpm phonograph records. Never mind the fact that many of these songs already existed in several previous versions on
, with the exception of
the sound quality is quite good, the playing is uniformly excellent, and the chemistry between the
,
, and banjoist
is about as cohesive as anybody could ask for, especially on
Naturally, the lyrics to
are altered to give the impression that the female in question will be hauling a big cargo of bottled spirits while inebriated and getting more so by the minute. ~ arwulf arwulf