In the mid 1920s he married and traveled around South Carolina, North Carolina and Tennesse, playing in the streets and teaching guitar to make a living. He settled in Durham, North Carolina around 1927 and became an ordained minister of the Free Baptist Connection Church in Washington, North Carolina in 1933.
In 1935, Reverend Gary Davis was discovered by J. B. Long, a North Carolina storekeeper, and made his first trip to New York City to record for the American Recording Company. He recorded 15 sides for ARC between July 23 and July 26, 1935.
Reverend Gary Davis began recording again in 1945 and continued to record and perform for the rest of his life. He also continued to teach guitar. By this time he had stopped playing the blues, focusing instead on gospel and old time songs. The only exceptions were "gospel blues" such as "Death Don't Have No Mercy".
When folk revivalists in the 1950s and early became fascinated with country-blues performers of the early 20th century, they didn’t have to go into “the sticks” to find Reverend Gary Davis. Though he'd stopped recording, Reverend Gary Davis was an active street singer and preacher in the Harlem section of Manhattan since the 1940s. Among folk revival guitar players of the time, Reverend Gary Davis, who was one of the innovators of the "Piedmont" style of finger-picking blues, was legendary. One of the first to adopt it was Ramblin' Jack Elliott, whose cover of "Candyman" was a staple of his repertoire. Dave Van Ronk studied with Davis and also covered many of his songs. Other aspiring folk guitarists and blues players swarmed to take lessons from him. Bob Dylan, who covered "Candyman" and several others, met Reverend Gary Davis at the Indian Neck Folk Festival on May 6, 1961, and told Robert Shelton and Suze Rotolo that he wanted the Reverend Davis to officiate his and Suze's wedding.
The Reverend Gary Davis influenced Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead, Wizz Jones, Jorma Kaukonen,
Keb’ Mo’, Ollabelle, Resurrection Band, Stefan Grossman, Taj Mahal, Dave Bromberg, Ry Cooder, and Jorma Kaukonen, to name but a few.
Todays freeload, 'Demons & Angels’ is a 3CD set, complied by Reverend Gary Davis’ student and respected guitarist in his own right, Stefan Grossman.
CD1 - "Slippin' 'Til My Gal Comes In Partner: Columbia University, 1958-1959" features rare recordings made by Columbia University student John Gibbons in 1958 and 1959.

CD2 - "I Am The True Vine: At Home, 1964-1966" includes home recordings from the mid-1960s
CD3 "Twelve Gates To The City: In Concert, 1962-1966" shows off his stage charisma and command
This set also has a 36-page book (included in the freeload), with detailed transcriptions of Davis' lyrics, information concerning keys and his playing technique. It also has some pretty cool photographs.
In a recent post our friend, "D in California" recounted a story about losing his mp3 player, and finding it while cleaning his room. So for the freeload, tell us about something you thought you had lost for good, but subsequently found.




There was a girl in high school that was off-limits cuz she had a "steady" so she was lost. Found her a couple of years later & no longer attached. We re-connected & later got engaged. Didn't last, but was college mid-70s...nothing was very permanent.
ReplyDeleteNot my virginity for sure.
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A Gerber, mother of pearl handled pocket knife, a wedding gift (11/12/1984) from my best man & best friend, Reno. We met as teenagers, gettin' high & hangin' out. We had traveled together back & forth between Kansas & Santa Fe a few times in the 70's. We lived together off & on for several years in & around Santa Fe.
ReplyDeleteCoincidentally, yesterday was the 30th anniversary (8/24/1994) of our move in to this house in Ohio, 2 days before school started.
Last August, during a bathroom remodel the contractor's helper was in the pantry area to remove shelving & he found the pocket knife! I don't recall exactly when I lost it and at some point I had gotten another pocket knife (Cutco) that I've been using for years. To be honest it had slipped out of my memory until I saw it, what a flashback that was! I've been carrying it daily since it was found. Thanks Babs
15 years or so back we went on holiday to Mexico and during the holiday I bought a black scorpion (my sun sign) in resin key ring amulet to go on my key ring and at some point later it was no longer on the keyring and I searched high and low for it believing it still to be in the house but there was no of sign of it.
ReplyDeleteLo and behold several years later when sorting through a box of odds and ends that had been put in the loft there it was. How it got there is anyone's guess but it is about the only sort of sentimental thing I've lost (and I've lost a few) that I've actually recovered.
I did lose and recover the original garnet from my engagement ring (a victorian signet ring) but now that has fallen out once more and is likely lost for good (it was lost in the our gardens) and will be replaced.
A girlfriend (my second true love) from the 70s was prowling around Wastebook a couple of months ago and sent me a nice note. I had always wondered what had happened to her: she was mixed up with the Bagwan Rajneesh crowd when she disappeared from my life, turns out she's been in Maui for the last 40 years or so.
ReplyDeleteMy wife passed in November. I was wearing shorts with a hole in the pocket, so maybe it was June by now. My pocket knife, an "Old Timer" I'd got from my parents in high school, turned sideways in my pocket and fell out. I searched everywhere I'd been. Around the dumpster, in the car, everywhere. I'd given up. I asked my deceased wife if she'd seen it. Later I went to pump up water and saw my knife lying on the ground by the pump. It was almost glowing. Very surreal moment. Maybe it was all in my mind but I thanked the wife, kept my knife and threw away the shorts. I've never shared this story except with a couple close family members.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear of your loss, steVe.
DeleteA couple of months ago my sister, a big Bob Dylan fan, was bemoaning the loss of two singles, Watching The River Flow and George Jackson. I sheepishly went to my record collection and returned them after an absence of 40 yrs.
ReplyDeleteIn the early 1970s the BP gas stations started a very successful campaign: after refueling you received a 'smurf' . The blue puppets were extremely popular, because if the Dutchman excels in something, it is in collecting free gadgets! After a short period my smurf collection passed to my younger brother and sister who were very pleased with them. Comics & music became much more important in my life and I completely forgot about the smurfs. Fast forward to early 2020 when I visited my family and ended up stuck there for 11 months instead of the planned 2 weeks, courtesy of bloody Covid... During that time I helped my brother with renovating our parents' old house as he had bought it. While busy removing the old wooden floor I noticed something blue lying in the sand underneath, it was the Prison Smurf, who probably got stuck there for almost 50 years after trying to escape from brother & sister! I took it with me back to Thailand where it has a 'place of honor' on a bookshelf with other junk from the past...
ReplyDeleteIn the US we didn't get Smurfs. I do remember BP oil in the Gulf Coast though. Spilling.
ReplyDeleteI also remember even further back when gas wars happened and gas stations would give free items to keep you from going to competing gas stations. My how times have changed.
Does losing your mind for the better part of a decade, and then finding it, count?
ReplyDeleteOh, it counts!
DeleteGracias, amiga.
DeleteWhen I was 16, my grandmother gave me two pairs of earrings. One was a pair of hoops, and the other had rubies (both our birthstones). Both pairs my grandmother was gifted as a teen in Corsica. The hoops I wore all the time, and one day (years later) I was in my kitchen saw my reflection in the window, and noticed one fell out of my ear. I looked everywhere, couldn’t find it, gave it up as lost, and kept the other one. A few years later, I had a new refrigerator delivered, and there it was on the floor underneath the refrigerator.
ReplyDeleteNot an uplifting story, but many years ago, during my first marriage, when things started to go sour, my then wife had a very expensive tennis bracelet that I had bought her, and over several years, had finally gotten it filled with diamonds. Thing it was about 8 c when it was complete. Yeah, at one point in my life, I had piss it away money. So, when things really went south between us, and my life, in general, the bracelet went awol, and she accused me of "stealing" it and hocking it. 6 mos later, the bracelet was found. I only learned of its discovery when my then homeowners ins co (i had it insured) informed me that the claim was being withdrawn since my then wife had found it. At the time we were separated, and on our way to divorce land. I was both relieved and genuinely pissed, but also cognizant of the fact that my behavior at the time was a contributing factor to the overall mutual distrust between us. Thankfully, with the dawn of 65 years on this planet approaching in just 2 days, I can now look back at those events from the vantage pouint of a much better place in life. Not from a monetary standpoint, but from a physical, emotional and mental state of being.
DeleteHappy Birthday Eve Eve!
DeleteGracias!
DeleteHappy Birthday pmac! and Eve
Deletegracias steVe!
DeleteEverybody, now!
Delete♫♪♪Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear pmac
Happy birthday to you♫♪♪
Muchas gracias, querida amiga!
DeleteIn my short 77 years on this blue marble, I've lost and found "Paradise" several times...
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I lose my temper on occasion, but everyone within earshot finds my temper even as I'm losing it.
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Still looking for my mojo -- I know if must be around here somewhere!!
ReplyDeleteMany years ago, my father gave me a very small penknife, the kind that men used to carry for such hard jobs as trimming a fingernail or sharpening a pencil. Most of those are two-blade knifes, but this was a three-blade knife. I carried it all the time, because it was useful and had some sentimental value. One morning, I could not find it. About a month later, I put on a pair of suit pants & it was there, lodged under the waistband at the top of a pocket. So I went back to carrying it all the time. The one afternoon at work, I realized it wasn't in my pocket. I figured I had lost it outside, which I had -- about a year later, I saw it lying in the grass beside the steps to the building where I worked. I no longer carry this knife every day.
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