Dwight Yoakam: Route 23 Came West, Too

By Robert Price

Journal of Country Music
November 15, 2001

Dwight Yoakam is sitting on a blue yard-sale sofa in his publicist's office in Los Angeles. It's fall 2000, and he's rolling interviews today -- hatless for print media, hatted for TV cameras. With a bare-headed hour ahead of him now, he sets his iced tea on a coffee table and leans forward, resting his forearms on two boney, denimed knees.

He has been asked to start by talking about the state of his relationship with his main musical mentor, and he is happy to oblige. The fact is, that relationship has recently reached a new plateau, and Yoakam can readily pinpoint the occasion that took it there. It was the last day of 1999, and the day was dissolving into a glorious, gray-purple swirl on the western horizon.

But Yoakam's attention was focused elsewhere. At the time, he was kicking back in the lavishly upholstered owner's suite at the Crystal Palace dinner club in Bakersfield, Calif. Seated across from Yoakam, guitar at his side, was Buck Owens, the club's resident legend. In three hours or so, they'd be performing together in what had been advertised as the Palace's Millennium Eve show.

Maybe it was the arrival of that much-anticipated chronological milestone, four new digits on the Gregorian calendar. Maybe it was the realization that Yoakam's host and musical mentor had turned 70 just four months before. Whatever it might have been, Owens must have sensed it too, because this time, when Yoakam suggested a songwriting collaboration, the head Buckaroo grabbed his guitar. Until that moment, Owens had always rejected such an idea. "You're not old enough," he would tell Yoakam. "I got underwear older'n you." Not this time. "Well," Owens admitted. "I got this thing in my head."

"And he started that melody," Yoakam says, "just the first couple of chords in the melody for what became ‘The Sad Side of Town.' ... And then he said, ‘I got another idea here, too.' I said, ‘Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-NO, I don't want to hear anything else. That. Let's write that.' "

They mapped out the first few changes, established a mood and a general direction, then turned their attention to the show they were about to play. About two months later, Yoakam drove north again from his home in Los Angeles, and the two sat down in Bakersfield to pick up where they'd left off. Yoakam, who collects titles and random lyrics in search of songs they might one day fit, offered up "The Sad Side of Town." Owens liked the sound of it.

In the spring of 2000, Yoakam and his longtime producer-guitarist, Pete Anderson, cut the basic track for "Sad Side" and invited Owens down to L.A. to add his own harmony. Eventually, Owens also sang lead vocals on the CD's two "bonus Bucks," as Yoakam dubbed them: the giddy Tex-Mex romp "Alright, I'm Wrong," written by Anderson and alt-country singer-songwriter Cisco, and featuring the norteño accordionist Flaco Jiminez; and "I Was There," a country gospel piece evocative of the old Sunday morning classic, "Were You There (When They Crucified My Lord)?" Anderson later told Owens, "Every now and then, we do an album of Dwight Yoakam imitating Buck Owens imitating Dwight Yoakam imitating Buck Owens. This is the best one we've done yet."

Tomorrow's Sounds Today, Yoakam's 14th CD, was released last fall. The record is vintage Dwight: mostly upbeat, with a shamelessly pervasive twang and wisps of the mystery and danger that have always been hallmarks of his best work. But the three collaborations with Owens -- the first since their 1989 duet on Homer Joy's "Streets of Bakersfield" -- help set this effort apart. They certainly stand out for Yoakam, who still fondly recalls the day he and Anderson first allowed Owens to listen to what they'd done with "Sad Side."

"I told [Buck], ‘Now, I hope this sounds like what I want it to sound like to you,'" Yoakam says. "I hope this echoes ‘Crying Time' and ‘Together Again,' maybe. And when he heard that first bit of steel and the start of that first verse, he looked at me and said, ‘It could be a cousin to it.' ... And every night I tell the audience, I'm as proud of that song as anything I've ever written because I shared that with Buck. ... We paid tribute to their sound on that record. It's that sound that made me want to do country music."

Yoakam doesn't hold Owens in such high esteem merely because he grew up listening to his music amid the stew of rock, pop, R&B and country that dominated AM radio (and Yoakam's diverse, adolescent record collection) in those days. Yoakam identifies with Owens' route to success too -- literally, the physical and emotional journey from old home to new, the preservation of the culture, the sustaining pride in his people.

"I'm a migrant to this state [California], to this part of the country," Yoakam says, "not unlike Buck's family was, in the Dust Bowl [migration] from Texas, west to Mesa, Ariz., and then . . . California and Bakersfield. Like Merle Haggard's family was. ... I had an affinity to the Bakersfield musical community in terms of cultural experience."

When he was a year old, Yoakam's family moved from the coal mines of Appalachia to the factory region of the upper Midwest -- from Pikeville, Ky., to Columbus, Ohio. He remembers riding those 90 miles with his family along Route 23 on holidays and occasional weekends, back into Floyd County, Ky., to visit his coal miner grandfather, Luther Tibbs. "We were taillight babies," he says. "On weekends there were Michigan and Ohio license plates lined up going down Route 23 ... crossing [the Ohio River] at Ironton, Ohio, and Ashland, Ky., to visit family -- going home, as my mom called it. And I remember sitting on my gramp's porch in the holler with that guitar of mine, my ear to it.

"I say, ‘I was born in Kentucky, raised in Ohio and grew up in California.' Like Buck, I matured into adulthood here." And like Owens and Haggard, Yoakam jousted with the Nashville establishment early in his career. "We recorded here [in Hollywood], unlike artists who lived in Texas or other places [who still] recorded in Nashville. We were viewed as outsiders because literally in fact we were," Yoakam says, adding with a sheepish grin, "but we didn't mean it."

Yoakam admits that he got himself into trouble with the Nashville establishment, perhaps unnecessarily. "Over the years, Nashville came to realize that my naive candor early on -- which created some animosity on the part of some folks -- was just that, naive," Yoakam says. "I was naive enough to be overly candid about my thoughts and observations on the industry. I learned a couple albums in ... that my opinions and observations on the industry were not pertinent to what I needed to do as an artist, so I just really began to focus solely on what I was doing at the time. And I quit ever trying to second-guess what the industry was going to do, or what radio wanted or needed, and/or what the taste of the public would be, as fickle as it can be at any given time."

Early on, Yoakam seemed to be rejecting Nashville not only with his words but with his choices as well. "I went to Nashville for a brief time," he says, "and I realized that 1976-1977 Nashville was not really an environment that was going to be conducive to what I needed to do to grow into who I was going to be. I came west, young man, I came west. [But] I wasn't necessarily real clear on what I was going to be. I had an instinct about what this music could still be and what I could maybe do with hillbilly music.

"In 1977 there were still echoes of Merle and Buck [in California]. I knew they recorded on the West Coast, and Emmylou Harris was still ... being a profoundly pertinent voice for country music. She drew me here along with the legacy that Buck and Merle had delivered to her.

"The [musical breakthroughs of] the late '60s, early '70s, that had given birth to country rock -- Gram Parsons and the Byrds, leading to the [Flying] Burrito Brothers, leading to Emmylou Harris, and leading to Linda Ronstadt, and leading to the Eagles, and everything in between -- just drew me here."

The L.A. punk scene of those early days -- including the bands X and the Violent Femmes, to name two that crossed paths with Yoakam -- didn't rub off on him so much as it reinforced the extended kinship he recognized between primal hillbilly and primal punk.

"You go back to pure, traditional country music, you go back to mountain music, you go back to the Louvin Brothers doing ‘Knoxville Girl,' ... [and you find] an emotional abandon ... that then gave birth to honky-tonk music and ... always had an affinity to rock ‘n' roll. Look, it's one of the parents of rock ‘n' roll. That's the child reawakening the parent.

"That rock ‘n' roll aesthetic came, in part, vis-à-vis the early
hillbilly aesthetic. They were the outsiders. They were the outcasts. They were not of culture and of society's musical taste."

That devotion and passion for his hillbilly heritage has prompted Yoakam to take an active role in promoting its music. He praises the Country Music Association for the support it has shown, at various times, to the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum. (In 1961, the CMA created the Hall of Fame honor, and the CMA made a substantial donation to the building of the new facility in downtown Nashville.) Yoakam also sits on the board of the Mountain Arts Center of Prestonsburg, Ky.

Those organizations, he says, "play a key role in ... continuing to stimulate not only an awareness of country music, and its continuing pertinence and validity, but an interest in it, an enthusiasm for it, in young people -- if we all continue to support them."

There may or may not be irony in the fact that the CMA has failed to give Yoakam any honorary hardware. He has won two Grammy Awards and one award from the Los Angeles-based Academy of Country Music but no awards from the Nashville-based CMA.

The oversight appears not to have fazed Yoakam in the least. "I've been lucky. I've gotten 15 or 16 Grammy nominations, and we've sold 18 million records. Hey ... knock on wood," Yoakam says, who, now sprawled across the sofa, reaches out to rap on a fiberboard door. "The rest is icing on the cake.

"Awards from organizations that are driven by the industry and peer-oriented like the Grammys are enormously gratifying. There was a time when I sat at home watching the Grammys wishing I could just be in the same company as people who made records. ... I have no complaints. It comes as it comes."

One thing is certain -- he'll never dumb down, or pop up, his music to satisfy the tastes of radio program directors. He's in it for himself, in the musical sense. But his approach is not purely a matter of principle.

"You can't predict when your moment and an audience's moment may intersect," Yoakam says. "Jim Ed Norman, who is president of Warner-Reprise Nashville, said to me a couple years ago after the large success of This Time, he said, ‘You know, as an artist you still just have to sail your course and set your compass heading and maintain it, and allow the sea to rise to meet you. You can't force the bow of the boat down into the sea, or you'll risk a shipwreck.'

"I thought that was an astute observation, and I agree," Yoakam says. "He was encouraging me to maintain the course headings that were instinctive in me. ... and [he was] probably realizing that we wouldn't always have a This Time moment with every album. He was expressing that he was willing to stay the course with me on every album."

Yoakam is fortunate to have received that type of advice almost from day one. "Lenny Waronker and Mo Ostin, who headed Warner Burbank for years [and are now with DreamWorks] saw us play at the Roxy [in Los Angeles] one night, after the song ‘Honky Tonk Man' was just out," Yoakam recalls. "Lenny called me the next day and he said, ‘You know, you're gonna hear a lot of things from a lot of people over the next few years about your music and what you should do and shouldn't do. I wanna tell you, please remember: Don't listen to any of it.' "

Yoakam has stuck with that advice, too, "much to the chagrin of Buck at times," he says. "But Buck knows Buck didn't listen to anybody but himself [either] and he knows that if we have an affinity to one another, it lies therein.

"And you know what? I'll always be in his debt for his friendship to me, and even though he didn't always understand, and still may not always understand why Dwight does what Dwight's doing ... He understood that I had to walk my own path. He understood it because he had journeyed down his own road also."

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The Journal of Country Music is the magazine of the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum.

Robert Price is a columnist for the Bakersfield Californian. His first JCM article on California country music appeared in 1998. He grew up all over the place but came of age in Sonoma County, Calif., and therefore claims it as home.

Merle Haggard: The Original Outlaw (a profile)

I wrote this 7700-word profile of Merle Haggard in 2006-07 for Time-Life Records, and it became the liner notes for the label's 3-disc set of Haggard tunes, part of its Legends of American Music series. The set was released November 06, 2007, as "Merle Haggard: The Original Outlaw." It's a great set. Buy it.

By Robert Price

The court transcript reveals only spoken words, not stage directions, but the scene is easy to imagine: Bakersfield defense attorney Ralph McKnight has asked the judge to grant his client probation and spare him a prison sentence. But he can offer little to recommend that sort of judicial benevolence beyond the unwavering maternal love of one woman, seated behind him in the gallery. “This mother has tried very hard,” McKnight says, nodding toward her deferentially. The Honorable Norman F. Main looks down at the lengthy rap sheet, glances across the courtroom at anxious Flossie Haggard and then studies the defendant. “If he had tried half as hard as his mother did ....” And down deep, 20-year-old Merle Haggard knows that the judge speaks the simple, undeniable truth.

Merle Haggard apologized to his mother in song, with “Mama Tried,” which reached No. 1 in 1968. But in the half-century since that courtroom scene, Haggard’s music has more often celebrated the Sons and Daughters Who Tried — the hand-to-mouth, paycheck-to-paycheck, rent-to-own people who drove the trucks, picked the cotton, punched the time clocks and, yes, sometimes committed the crimes, both petty and grievous, as they struggled against a system that seemed weighted against them. Not just the working class but the tier below as well -- the hungry class. Haggard has sung about back doors, swingin’ doors and cell doors, but he has never strayed far from the defining themes of his life’s work: blue-collar pride and personal dignity. Basic Okieness.

Haggard has always expressed all those things with a graceful, lilting baritone and a poetic genius that belies his well-deserved reputation as a wild, hard-partying rebel. His harrowing Huck Finn-meets-Harry Houdini youth, hopping freight trains, singing for beer, stealing cars, surviving automobile wrecks, botching burglaries and escaping from jails, was more than ample fodder for the story lines that comprise his prolific body of work. Punk, prodigy, potato packer, ditch digger, cotton picker, convict, patriot, iconoclast – Haggard has been all those things and more.

Haggard never lived in Oklahoma, but he lived in and embodied Oildale, an unincorporated, working class town just across the Kern River from Bakersfield. Oildale might as well be part of the Sooner state: It differs from poorer rural corners of Oklahoma only in terms of climate and longitude. Migrants from the Southern Plains had been bringing their plain-spoken ways to California a decade before the first Dust Bowl storms of the mid-1930s. The Haggards were one such family.
James Haggard was a hard-working man and a devoted husband. He had played the fiddle in local honky-tonk bars as a young man, but his wife Flossie, a faithful member of the Church of Christ, insisted he stop when they married in 19xx. But music never left their lives. They sang quartet music from the popular Stamps-Brumley songbooks and gathered around the family radio most evenings to listen to the eclectic collection of stars that came into their home.

In the late 1920s and early ‘30s, the Haggards and their two small children, Lillian and Lowell, moved from city to city, a new crisis attending their every move. James suffered serious burns to his hands in an industrial accident in Pennsylvania in 1929, and while he rehabilitated in Chicago, Flossie’s health deteriorated. James’ physician recommended they move to California for her sake, and as soon as James was well enough, they did – moving in with the family of Flossie’s sister’s family in rural Arvin, just in time for the stock market crash. But it was the valley’s searing heat, not economics, that proved most daunting, and after two months James took his family east again – this time to Checotah, Oklahoma, to try his hand at farming. Their leased farm was sold out from under them, but they quickly found a second farm and prospered well enough to afford a 1931 Ford Model A and – glory of glories – a dog.

But things changed one night in early 1934. A heavy rain was pouring when a man knocked at the door. His wife was sick, he said, and he needed to get her to the doctor. Could he borrow the family’s Ford? James said the Ford would never make it across the muddy dirt roads, but he’d take the man and his wife in the horse and wagon. The man refused the offer and left. Three months the Haggards awoke to find their barn in flames – an arson fire, the family always suspected, payback for refusing the use of their car the night of that torrential downpour. “The animals all got out, but the car didn’t,” Lillian remembers. The fire burned all of their feed and seed grains too. Discouraged, James and Flossie quit the farm and moved into town, where James and another man opened a two-pump Mobil gas station. Within a few months James was felled by appendicitis. Downhearted again, James felt California beckoning one more time. Flossie agreed, and, fortified by a $40 loan from her sister and the promise of some farm work, they set out on July 15, 1935, with all their possessions in a homemade trailer towed by a battered 1926 Chevy.

Merle Ronald Haggard was born almost two years later. By then, James Haggard had landed a $40-per-week job as a carpenter with the Santa Fe Railroad, allowing him to support his family better than most Depression-era fathers. He had also acquired a refrigerated box car, situated it on a lot 100 yards south of a heavily used main track line and fashioned it into a sturdy, 1200-square foot home.

Merle demonstrated a love for music almost from the start. He recalls pointing to the radio and asking for “stewed ham” – toddler talk, his mother eventually realized, for country singer Stuart Hamblen, whose 4 p.m. broadcast out of Los Angeles was a family favorite.

One night in June 1946, 9-year-old Merle came home from a Wednesday night prayer meeting to find his father paralyzed from a stroke. James Haggard died the next day. Flossie Haggard was forced to take a $35-a-week job as a bookkeeper for a meat-packing company, and suddenly it was just mother and son, older siblings Lowell and Lillian having already set out on their own. Merle blamed himself for his father’s death. “That was just what his 9-year-old mind believed,” said Lillian, who was 25 at the time. “He couldn’t figure out why his father had died.” At 8, Merle had been ill for months with valley fever – coccidioidomycosis, a potentially deadly soil-borne fungus that doctors in those days treated like tuberculosis. The family doctor had ordered him to remain in bed, a directive that made sense for TB but not little-understood valley fever, and within a few weeks Merle was climbing the walls. Then, not long after Merle was medically cleared, to the relief of all, his father died. “He somehow connected the two things,” Lillian said. “This was before we had the sort of psychiatry that might have helped a boy with that sort of burden.” When Merle wasn’t being shuttled from one relative to another, he was alone, restless. He hopped his first freight at 11 and was returned home by the police, but he continued to cut classes and ride the rails. Brother Lowell struck upon a useful distraction: He gave Merle, now 12, his first guitar, a used Sears and Roebuck model somebody had left as payment at the gas station where Lowell worked, and boy taught himself how to play by listening to records.

By now Merle was a huge fan of Bob Wills, the western swing bandleader whose Texas Playboys had created an addictive hybrid of big-band swing, cowboy ballads and distilled jazz and blues. Merle’s passion for music increased manifestly in October 1950 when Lefty Frizzell seized the airwaves with “I Love You a Thousand Ways.” “Oh, God, he was unbelievable," Haggard said later of Frizzell. “He was different. He had his own tone. … He had done this little stint in jail, so he knew more about being away than a lot of people did. He was really good at writing about separation -- that was his main subject matter -- and he wrote about it with sincerity and (in) the only vocabulary he knew.” Merle, still an adolescent, learned to imitate Frizzell’s vocal style, and he worked at developing the performer’s unique guitar “curls.”

By this time, Merle was attending Standard School in Oildale, and he was a few weeks from graduation from the eighth grade. One morning the school’s chorus teacher was late for class. Merle, full of mischief, called the class to order, and, with a grand sweep of his arms, began directing them through one of their songs, mimicking the teacher’s distinctive style. The teacher, of course, walked in on this raucous scene. Such a display might have drawn a laugh from a good-natured teacher, or detention from an ill-natured teacher, but this teacher recommended expulsion. The principal agreed. Merle was forced to move in with his aunt in Lamont and finish at Mountain View School.

The bitter taste of injustice was still in his mouth when he started at Bakersfield High School the next fall. His head was even more full of music by this time, and he neglected to attend many of his classes that first week. “He couldn’t focus on school,” said his sister Lillian, who had landed a job as the school registrar. “He kept cutting class. He had a pass for the railroad because our dad had worked for the Santa Fe, but he preferred hopping freights because it was more fun.” Merle’s counselor, Fred Robinson, could see what was happening too, and the two of them were determined to step in before things got out of hand. “Fred came over and said, ‘What do you think about having him hauled off to spend the weekend in juvvy?,” Lillian recalls him saying. “’Think that might straighten him up?’ I agreed it might, and that’s what we did. But Merle didn’t think it was fair – the punishment didn’t fit the crime. So he got out of there the first day, just walked out. And that was the start of it.” Lillian felt so bad about it, she didn’t get around to telling her brother about her role in his first incarceration for years. “I felt guilty for having said yes to this. He was never really an evil person. He was just a troubled kid.”

Merle was incorrigible from that point. He’d take any job he could find -- pitching hay, sacking up potatoes, roughnecking in the oil fields – then run away, come home when he felt like it (or get hauled back), then run away again. Flossie, desperate to straighten her son out, put him in one juvenile detention center after another, but few could hold him. At 14, he and his friend Bob Teague ran away to Texas, where Merle accomplished two noteworthy goals. He purchased his first pair of cowboy boots in a secondhand store and he was relieved of his virginity in an Amarillo whorehouse. “I think the cowboy boots affected me more,” Merle said years later. “I mean, the gal just affirmed what I already knew, but the cowboy boots made a new man out of me.”

They set out for California four months later but were arrested as robbery suspects before they could get out of Texas. This was a rare instance where Merle was innocent of the charges, but even after the actual thieves were apprehended and the boys got home, Merle paid for his truancy with a stint in juvenile hall. He skipped out again, however, and he and Teague took off for Modesto, 200 miles to the north. Merle did manual labor, worked as a short-order cook, drove a truck, and committed a burglary here and there. The highlight of their brief stay in Modesto was Merle’s first job as a performer: He and Teague were hired at a bar named the Fun Center, where they exclusively played Lefty Frizzell and Jimmie Rodgers songs – the only tunes they knew at the time. They were paid five dollars a night, plus all the beer they could drink.

Arrested again for truancy when he got home, Merle was sent to Fred C. Nelles School for Boys in Whittier. He ran away, was rearrested, sent to the high-security Preston School of Industry; was released after 15 months, then was arrested yet again for helping a kid he’d met at PSI beat up a slow-witted, harmless boy in an attempted robbery, an act for which Merle would always feel ashamed. But it was back to PSI. When he got home Merle was somewhat more inclined to behave – not that it would last.
In late 1953, he and Teague bought tickets to see Lefty Frizzell perform at the all-ages Rainbow Gardens dance hall. Haggard was in awe. “He was dressed in white -- heroes usually are,” Merle said later. Before the show he caught sight of Roy Nichols, the teen guitar phenom who played guitar in Frizzell’s band, and he called out to him, asking how it was working for a star. “Not worth a shit,” answered Nichols, who was about to quit and take a job with the Maddox Brothers and Rose. Some of Merle’s friends were able to go backstage to meet Frizzell, and they told the singer they had a friend who played and sang just like him. Frizzell told them to bring him back, so they fetched Merle, who summoned the nerve to sing a couple songs for his idol. Frizzell was so impressed he refused to take the stage until Merle went first, backed by Frizzell’s own band. He played two or three songs, and the audience – by chance, young Bonnie Owens among them -- loved him. Teague is convinced some in the audience initially thought Merle WAS Lefty.

Haggard’s career as a working-class hoodlum troubadour continued until, at 16, he took off with a local girl and set up housekeeping in Eugene, Ore. It lasted three months, and when it ended, he hopped a freight and came back to Bakersfield. At 17 he married a waitress, Leona Hobbs, and they had a child almost immediately, Merle supporting the family with manual labor and the occasional petty crime. At age 18 he moved up to car theft, drawing 19 months in the Ventura County jail, followed by a 90-day sentence for pillaging a scrap-metal yard. Through it all, Merle continued to perform, lying about his age so he could sneak into places like the Blackboard, the Clover Club and the Lucky Spot, and occasionally sitting in. He put in a guest appearance on KBAK-TV’s “Chuck Wagon Gang,” starring Billy Mize and Cliff Crofford, and afterward Mize took him aside and told him he’d go far if he tried.

"He might have gotten there a lot sooner if he’d tried half as hard as his mother did trying to raise him. But as Merle said later, “My criminal way of life was taking over.” In late 1957, just before Christmas, Merle and a couple of hooligan friends got drunk on cheap wine and decided to compensate for the shortage of good, available jobs by pulling a heist. Leona, unaware of their plans, bundled up the baby and accompanied them to Fred & Gene’s Café, a small restaurant co-owned by a friend’s cousin. The drunken trio, believing it was 3 o’clock in the morning, tried to pry open the back door of the restaurant. They were only off by four and half hours -- the café was still open and serving customers. The owner came around back to investigate the noise and the group fled. Merle was arrested the next day, but he escaped from the county jail by simply walking out with a group of other arrestees headed for court. He was picked up a few hours later while he was having a Christmas Eve cocktail at his brother Lowell’s house. The deputy allowed him to finish his drink before hauling him off. Judge Main allowed Merle no such favors, however. Haggard was sentenced to a 15-year term and sent to San Quentin prison.

Haggard had always seen himself a rising star. So had most of the people who’d had the pleasure of hearing him sing. San Quentin, his home as of March 26, 1958, saw him differently – as California A-45200. Haggard was not a model prisoner, at least not at first. He steamed up some home brew right under the guards’ noses, got caught and was sent to solitary. He not only turned 21 in prison, he spent his birthday alone in a 9-by-12 cell with only a pair of "pajama bottoms, a Bible (which doubled as a pillow), a blanket and a cement floor. He stayed seven life-changing days, separated from death row by only a vented plumbing alley. Among his neighbors was convicted killer Caryl Chessman, with whom Haggard conversed on and off through the thick walls.

Haggard emerged a changed man. He asked for a tougher job in the prison textile mill, studied for his high school equivalency degree and was allowed to join the prison band. When he made his second appearance before the parole board – he’d been denied the first time around – his sentence was modified to five years, the last two years and three months of it on parole. That meant he had just 90 days left to go in the prison. He wept when he read those words. “Going to prison has one of a few effects,” Haggard said years later. “It can make you worse, or it can make you understand and appreciate freedom. I learned to appreciate freedom when I didn’t have any.” On Nov. 3, 1960, at the conclusion of the longest three months of his life, prison officials gave Haggard $15 and a bus ticket home. He’d spent seven of his first 23 years locked up.

Haggard came home to a wife and two children – the younger one having been conceived by another man while Haggard was in prison. Haggard got a job digging ditches for his brother Lowell’s electrical company while he tried to line up a job in a club, hoping he wouldn’t have to explain where he’d been for almost three years. Soon enough, he landed a fill-in job at the Lucky Spot, playing with fiddler Jelly Sanders and others on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, when Johnny Barnett’s house band was off. It was there that he met Charles “Fuzzy” Owen and Lewis Talley, cousins from Arkansas who worked at the Lucky Spot as fill-in musicians themselves and fancied themselves recording executives-in-training. Haggard had a tendency to forget the words to the songs, and Owen would razz him mercilessly about it. They became friends. “Merle was really nervous when I first heard him sing,” Owen said. “He was paranoid, just got out of the joint. But he was good. Even his mistakes sounded good. I thought, ‘Hey, I better listen to this guy a little bit.’ Turned out he could do ‘em all, rock ‘n’ roll and everything. Still can.” One day Bill Rea, who was married to Haggard’s sister Lillian, took it upon himself to try and advance Merle’s career by calling the producer of Cousin Herb’s “Trading Post,” a five-day-a-week Bakersfield TV show that featured many of the stars of Bakersfield’s growing constellation of country-music entertainers. “I’ve got a brother-in-law who sings,” he told Al Brumley, who performed on the show himself and managed its guest stars. Brumley agreed to audition him. Haggard walked into Brumley’s office the next day, picked up the Martin guitar he kept in a corner and had Brumley almost from the first note. Haggard was added to the show’s lineup two nights a week. Favorable fan mail started pouring in, and soon Haggard was performing five nights a week on the “Trading Post.”

In 1962, Owen convinced Haggard to record for Tally Records, the small label he and Talley had been trying to make money at since ‘55. Haggard went into the little studio they’d put together in an old Quonset hut and, using a borrowed tape machine and a rinky-dink, three-channel amplifier that barely qualified as a mixing board, recorded two songs: a Haggard composition, “Skid Row,” and Fuzzy’s own tune, “Singing My Heart Out.” They traveled to Phoenix to polish up the tapes and pressed 200 copies or so to distribute to radio stations. The songs didn’t do much, but they did enough to get the attention of Capitol Records’ Ken Nelson. That had been the idea all along. “When I put out records with Merle, it was with the intention of selling to a major label,” said Owen, who had become Haggard’s manager. “The idea was to build him up so he’d be worth something.” While Capitol was deciding what to do about Haggard, and none too quickly, he was getting restless. So when Haggard’s old pal Dean Holloway showed up one day, Haggard was easily talked into a quick trip to Las Vegas. They decided to stop in at the Nashville Nevada Club, where country star Wynn Stewart was part-owner and full-time headliner – and Roy Nichols was playing lead guitar. Stewart was out of town, having gone to Nashville to shop for a bass player to replace the departing Bobby Austin, and Nichols invited Haggard up on stage to sing a few. Who should walk in, mid-set, but Stewart. If Haggard was willing to learn to play the bass, Stewart told him later, he had himself a job, and for more money than he’d ever seen in his life -- $225 a week. For six months, from late 1962 until early 1963, Haggard played bass and sang in the band. But Haggard and Las Vegas were not cut out for each other. Haggard gambled away more money than he earned, and he went home to Bakersfield with his tail between his legs – though not before convincing Stewart to give him permission to record one of his songs – “Sing A Sad Song.” He recorded the song in 1963 and it came out on the Tally label in early 1964, climbing to number 19 on the country charts. Haggard had the hit he’d been hoping to find.

That year Haggard started putting together this own band. He had Fuzzy and Lewis, of course, and he brought in Fuzzy’s girlfriend Bonnie Owens, a regular on Cousin Herb’s “Trading Post” who’d been married years before to Buck Owens, a longtime club and session guitarist who by now was on the cusp of superstardom. Bonnie was a songwriter in her own right who’d been making ends meet for years slinging screwdrivers and Schlitz beer on the side at the Blackboard and the Clover Club. She was known for jumping on stage and singing when things got slow and for scribbling song-lyrics fragments onto cocktail napkins when the inspiration hit, which was sometimes right in the middle of a drink order.

In mid-1964, the newly formed band was playing an engagement at a club in Orangevale, just northeast of Sacramento, when an acquaintance of Bonnie’s, songwriter Liz Anderson, came in with her husband and their teenage daughter. They invited Merle and the band over to their house after the show for breakfast, hoping Merle would take an interest in some of the songs she’d written. Haggard was less than thrilled, but he agreed to go anyway.

“They dragged me to her house at 4 a.m.,” Haggard said years later. “I didn’t want to listen to her songs; I just knew they weren’t any good. I’m sitting over there eating bacon and eggs on a footstool, she’s at a pump organ -- a little bitty girl -- and she starts singing these great (sounding) songs, like ‘All My Friends Are Gonna Be Strangers’ and ‘Just Between the Two of Us.’ I couldn’t believe it. I said, ‘I'll record all of those. I think ‘Strangers’ is a hit, and if ‘Just Between the Two of Us’ isn’t a hit, I’ll kiss everybody’s ass in Sacramento.’”

He didn’t have to kiss any asses over “Just Between the Two of Us” and he was right about “Strangers” too – in fact he liked it so well, he named his band after the song. "Just Between the Two of Us,” Haggard’s duet with Bonnie, was their first and only big hit together, spending 26 weeks on the charts before it was overtaken by “Strangers,” which proved to be Haggard’s breakthrough song. “We’d sent records to disc jockeys all over the country, and we’d include hand-written notes in each one,” Bonnie said years later. “I was in touch with every disc jockey in the country. When we started doing it, we’d put Merle’s record in with mine. It wasn’t long until I was putting my record in with Merle’s.” By January 1965, Merle Haggard and the Strangers had hit the top ten with “All My Friends Are Gonna Be Strangers.” The two songs won over Ken Nelson, the A&R man for Capitol Records, and in April 1965, with Fuzzy’s blessing and encouragement, Haggard signed with the label.

Nelson had been trying for a year and half to sign Haggard. The singer had first grabbed Nelson’s attention on Sept. 12, 1963, at concert at Bakersfield Civic Auditorium honoring the 10-year anniversary of Cousin Herb Henson’s “Trading Post” TV show. The show, which featured Glen Campbell, Joe Maphis, Johnny Bond, Owens and many others, was recorded live for Capitol as “Country Music Hootenanny.” Haggard played guitar and sang backing vocals for Henson (who would die of a heart attack two months later). “After we were done, I walked up to Merle and asked him if he’d like to sign with Capitol,” Nelson said. “He just said, ‘No.’ I said, ‘Well, wh-wh-why?’ He said he had a contract with Tally Records. That was this little label he had with Fuzzy Owen. I’d never even heard of it at the time, but over the next few months I started to see it on the chart.”

Nelson was a hands-off producer. He demanded that his artists be practiced, prepared and professional, but otherwise he let them be. Nashville producers might make demands about specific material, instruments or musicians, but Nelson was much less likely to try to call those shots. In that way, by preserving the musical fingerprints of his West Coast artists, he consigned to history a unique sound. He’d jump in if he didn’t like something. “But if it was good, Ken would say, ‘A joy to hear and a sight to behold,’” Bonnie said. “If he said that, we all knew it was good. But he never tried to tell Merle how to sing. They made a good team.”

The hits started to come, starting with Haggard’s own composition, “Swingin’ Doors.” Haggard had an inkling he had a hit on his hands because weeks before he even went into the studio, Buck Owens had called wanting to know if he could record it instead. If anyone knew how to spot a hit, Haggard reasoned, it was Buck, who’d suddenly developed the Midas touch. Therefore “Swingin’ Doors” must be gold. They were both right.

The success of Ken Nelson’s approach as a producer was underscored in April 1966, when Nelson was unavailable and Haggard was ready to record a follow-up to “Swingin’ Doors.” Haggard and the Strangers went to Nashville and got themselves another producer. The results were abominable and the tapes were buried. Haggard -- back in Hollywood, with Nelson and co-producer Fuzzy Owen in the booth -- cut “The Bottle Let Me Down” with honky-tonk guitarists Glen Campbell and James Burton (later to bring his searing lead guitar to Elvis Presley’s band) playing alongside Roy Nichols.

Haggard’s marriage to Leona Hobbs had crumbled the year before and the children – now there were four -- were living with Merle’s mother. Bonnie, who’d been having some trouble getting along with Fuzzy, had been touring Alaska at the time, and Haggard realized he missed her. He flew to Seattle and called her: Could he visit, and maybe look for some club work? Bonnie was wary about it, but she said OK. Two weeks later, on June 28, 1965, they were married in Tijuana.

By this time, Bakersfield had become something of a country-music Mecca. It had had a renowned club scene for more than a decade, but Buck Owens had lifted the farming-and-oil town to another level. The Bakersfield Sound had a distinct quality, easily differentiated the Nashville Sound of the time. To Bakersfield ears, Nashville’s music often tended to sound the same. Nashville record producers of that era - people like Don Law of Columbia Records, Steve Sholes of RCA and Owen Bradley of Decca - had been heavily influenced by the Big Band sound of the previous decade, and in some cases they had helped mold that sound themselves. It had developed a warm, rich sound often textured with soft horns, soothing strings and lush backing vocals. Bakersfield country, by comparison, had grown out of hardcore, electrified honky tonk, with elements of western swing and rockabilly. “I had a big old Fender Telecaster guitar, the walls of the buildings were hard, the dance floor was cement, the roof was sheet metal,” Buck Owens explained in 1997. “There was considerable echo in there. ... It was just the sound that people wanted.”

And somehow, Owens managed to get the cement-floor sound into his recordings. Part of it was studio technique: Owens seemed to reproduce better on monophonic AM radio than many country contemporaries because, in the studio, he turned up the treble and cut back on the bass. It was a perfect formula for the single-speaker car radios in all those Ford Fairlanes and Dodge Darts. Haggard’s music, especially in those early years, had many of the same qualities. Haggard had met Owens back in 1961, and he’d even briefly played bass for his band – Haggard’s most lasting contribution was suggesting the Buckaroos as a name – but he was probably more strongly influenced by Tommy Collins and Wynn Stewart. Haggard admired Stewart’s style on stage, particularly in his phrasing, and he admired Collins in the songwriting department.


But Haggard, who had always been his own man, was developing a songwriting style all his own. “It’s amazing to me the things that come out of Merle’s mouth when he’s writing,” Bonnie said years later. “I never heard him talk like that. He’d say later, ‘Bonnie, I don’t ever remember saying those words. It’s like God put them through me.’ I knew he said them. I was there. I’d write them down. ‘Today I Started Loving You Again’ was one of them. ‘If We Make It Through December’ was another. I’d say ‘Are you sure that’s what you want?’ And he’d say, ‘Yeah, read it to me.’ I would. Then he’d say, ‘I did not remember saying that line.’ He was just amazed.” His gift was never more evident than one night in Dallas in 1967. It was 2 a.m., and Haggard was hungry. He asked Bonnie to go down the street and get him a hamburger. When she got back to their motel room just a few minutes later, he’d scribbled the words to “Today I Started Loving You Again” on a brown paper bag. He sang it to her as she cried. (Dawidoff, 257)

Haggard’s music always had more a jazz sensibility to it, though, most likely owing to his devotion to Bob Wills and western swing. Roy Nichols’ jazz inflections, largely attributable to his primary musical inspiration, French-gypsy jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt, were also a vital element. Not surprisingly, Haggard developed an appreciation for musicians that was more reminiscent of a jazz bandleader than a country-music front man. His early bands had few equals: He had Roy Nichols and James Burton on lead guitar Glen Campbell on rhythm guitar and harmony vocals, Ralph Mooney on steel and Glen Hardin on piano. Haggard himself developed a clear-toned, twang-free delivery rich with tenderness that struck listeners as sensitive and sincere, even as some of his lyrical themes addressed earthy topics. Haggard embraced the notion that he had fused two musical genres, and in fact has long referred to his music as “country jazz.” “I realized that jazz meant that you could play anything,” said Haggard, the only country musician to have appeared on the cover of Down Beat, the jazz-music bible. “It meant that you were a full-fledged musician, that you could play with Louis Armstrong or Johnny Cash.”

=The hits were coming regularly now. Haggard was voted the Top Male Vocalist by the Academy of Country Music Awards, and he and Bonnie were named the Top Vocal Group for the second year in a row. Haggard had put aside his concerns about his criminal past, taking Johnny Cash’s advice and to address his problems openly in song. “I was bull-headed about my career. I didn’t want to talk about being in prison,” Haggard said. “but Cash said I should talk about it. That way the tabloids wouldn’t be able to. I said I didn’t want to do that and he said, ‘It’s just owning up to it.’” Haggard, who’d admired Cash since he’d seen him perform at San Quentin years before, couldn’t argue with that. Cash introduced Haggard on his variety show as “a man who writes about his own life and has had a life to write about,” and Haggard was forever free. Prison- and crime-themed songs became a trademark, with “Sing Me Back Home,” “Mama Tried,” “Branded Man” and “The Legend of Bonnie & Clyde” all reaching the top of the charts. Haggard also demonstrated a soft side with “You Don’t Have Very Far to Go” (co-written by Bakersfield’s Red Simpson, who became a second-tier star himself with a series of truck-driving-themed recordings), “Today I Started Loving You Again,” “You Still Have a Place In My Heart,” “I Just Want To Look At You One More Time” and “I Threw Away the Rose.”

Haggard’s music took a political turn in 1969 with “Okie From Muskogee,” regaled as the anthem of the silent majority in the difficult days of mounting casualties in Vietnam, anti-war demonstrations and counter-culture hippies. Of course Haggard had been covertly political for most of his career, so covert perhaps Haggard did not fully realize it himself. “I Take a Lot of Pride in What I Am,” “Hungry Eyes” and “Workin’ Man Blues,” among others, had already firmly positioned Haggard as a man with working-class, anti-elite, populist sentiments. “Okie From Muskogee” both reinforced and contradicted that stance.

Sociologists and assorted pundits have long debated the song’s meaning and intent, and Haggard has more than occasionally joined in the fray. Was it a parody or a sincerely indignant jab at the pot smoking left? Its origins suggest the former. Haggard’s tour bus was heading east through Oklahoma in mid-1969 when he and his bandmates spotted a road sign: “Muskogee 19 miles.” (Escott p. 129). A band member joked that they probably didn’t smoke marijuana in Muskogee, and twenty minutes later Merle had written the song. But Haggard didn’t know what he’d created until he played it publicly for the first time on that same road swing. It was at a small club for noncommissioned Army officers in Fort Bragg, North Carolina, and the crowd had seemed exceptionally disinterested all night. Then the Strangers launched into “Okie” and people sat uprights in their seats. As the song progressed, the audience got increasingly agitated. Haggard, then 32, initially feared he’d incited the crowd to anger. “The whole place went berserk,” Haggard recalled, remembered how he stiffened as soldiers poured into the aisles.

Perhaps they’d interpreted the song as hostile to the military, or a slap at the conservative middle America. But Haggard quickly realized the soldiers were rushing the stage merely to shake his hand and pat his back.

At the following night’s show, playing before enlisted men, it was more of the same. “They started comin’ after me on the stage,” Haggard said, “and I didn’t know what was going to happen next until they said we’d have to do it again before they’d let us go.” The song, recorded in Hollywood on July 17, 1969, made Haggard the hottest commodity in country music, and a tough ticket at venues across the country. When Haggard performed the song at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles a few month after its release, the audience kept time with thunderous rhythmic claps. “Almost every phrase of ‘Okie from Muskogee’ brought applause from the crowd,” the reviewer from the weekly California Country fan magazine reported. The Atlantic Monthly described a similar scene on Dayton, Ohio. “…Suddenly they are on their feet, berserk, waving flags and stomping and whistling and cheering … and for those brief moments the majority isn’t silent anymore.” As a single, the song sold 264,000 copies the first year, and as an album (“Okie” was the title track) it surpassed 885,000 – making one of the few country albums of the period to achieve gold-record status. It propelled Haggard to the Country Music Association’s 1970 entertainer of the year award.

Meanwhile, some critics decried its ultraconservatism; others tried to rehabilitate the song by reading it as a populist, working-class assault on middle-class snobbery and elitism. Still others were convinced Haggard has recorded it as a straight-faced parody. Haggard has given credence to all those interpretations, possibly because he honestly believed each explanation various times, possibly because he likes to yank people’s chains. Then there was the explanation most country-music fans subscribed to: Haggard wrote it and sang it because he believed. For Haggard, a man of many contradictions, that was no doubt true as well, despite the famous declaration he made to an interviewer in 1974: “Son, the only place I don’t smoke is in Muskogee.”
“Okie from Musokee” became perhaps the most parodied songs on the Vietnam era, inspiring left-of-center knockoffs by Kinky Friedman, Commander Cody and Arlo Guthrie. So many country, rock, and country-rock groups released transmogrified versions of “Okie” that a writer from Rolling Stone magazine decided to keep score. The song had been recorded 20 times as of March 1971. The tally then: “Honkies, 12, Hippies. 8.”

It the context of Haggard’s lifelong body of work, it becomes clear that when Haggard saw protesting college students, he didn’t just see disrespect for flag and country, he saw class distinction and privilege.

These were coddled rich kids who’d never been hungry a day in their lives. In the minds of people like Haggard who considered themselves working-class patriots, these were trust-fund snot-noses who’d never stooped over a row of cotton in their lives, never seen dirt under their own fingernails. The marijuana was one thing – and maybe not such a big thing at that -- but the naïvete’ and presumptuousness were quite another. If the literal weight of the lyrics was an indication, the song was less about Vietnam than about class dignity and worth – “I’m proud to be an Okie” is the song’s most repeated line, and in fact it spawned an infestation of “Okie pride” bumper stickers, belt buckles and trucker’s caps. Eventually Haggard began expressing misgivings about the song’s tendency to brand him a reactionary. “Boy, I tell, you, I didn’t realize how strong some people felt about those things,” he said in 1971. (Paul Hemphill, 99) The song “made me appear to be a person who was a lot more narrow-minded, possibly, than I really am,” he said in 1981. (Bob Allen, 76)

There’s no denying it was a gold mine, however, and Capitol seized upon the momentum by pushing back the single Haggard had intended to release next and substituting “Fightin’ Side of Me” – a pugilistic sequel of sorts. From a business point of view, it was the right call, and “Fightin’” followed “Okie” right to the top of the country charts. The George Wallace campaign asked Haggard to endorse him in his bid for reelection as governor of Alabama – Ernest Tubb had already signed on -- but Haggard refused. But Haggard – a regular guest star on television variety shows hosted by Buck Owens, Johnny Cash, Glen Campbell, Barbara Mandrell and others -- had become the darling of the American Right, a fact made even more evident when in 1970 California Gov. Ronald Reagan granted Haggard a full and unconditional pardon for past crimes, and Richard Nixon invited him to the White House in 1973 to sing at wife Pat’s staid birthday party.

In 1973, Haggard’s hit streak having continued unabated, he released his biggest hit, “If We Make It Through December.” Again, he’d drawn on real-life drama for inspiration. Haggard had asked Roy Nichols one day how things were going with his wife, with whom Nichols had been having troubles. “Well, we might be OK if we make it through December,” Nichols replied. Haggard took that poignant line and grafted onto the uncertain economic days of that difficult autumn, telling the story of a working man who’d lost his job and was thinking about his family at Christmas. The song sold 468,000 copies in six months, becoming the biggest hit of Haggard’s career -- and the first to cross over to the pop charts, where it peaked at number 28.

By that Christmas had turned pessimistic and bitter about Richard Nixon because of Watergate and the many economic troubles he’d seen across the country. Gas was getting tough to buy, families were struggling and automobile manufacturers were laying off workers.

At about that time, Haggard built a $700,000 mansion along his beloved Kern River. The place was surrounded by 180 acres of grassland in the shadow of the Sierra Nevada mountains just east of Bakersfield. Among his many toys was a $50,000 model railroad that ran through the living room, across the sun deck and then out onto a trestle above the rear patio. Haggard threw parties and held recording sessions, including one for Bob Wills’ reassembled Texas Playboys. Haggard mastered the fiddle over an intensive six months especially for the occasion. Wills died a few months later, willing Haggard one of his prized fiddles – and an old cigar butt Haggard still keeps under glass.

Haggard stayed with Capitol Records until 1977, when he moved to MCA Records. His first two singles for the record label, “If We’re Not Back in Love by Monday,” and “Ramblin' Fever,” made it to number two, as did two later hits, “I'm Always on a Mountain When I Fall” and “It’s Been a Great Afternoon.” He dabbled in acting, appearing in from the Clint Eastwood film “Bronco Billy” -- with two songs from the songtrack charting. In 1981, Haggard published his autobiography, “Sing Me Back Home” and he left MCA for Epic Records. He began producing his own records, and his first two singles, “My Favorite Memory” and “Big City” went to number one. His duet with George Jones, “Yesterday’s Wine” was also number one, as was his 1983 duet with Willie Nelson, “Pancho and Lefty.” He scored another number one hit in 1987, at the age of 50, with “Twinkle, Twinkle Lucky Star.” Amid it all, Haggard endured significant financial problems, including trouble with the IRS, a problem he chalked up to having given too many people too much access to too much of his money while he concentrated on his music. “I had earned maybe a hundred million dollars in twenty-five years,” he wrote in “House of Memories,” his second autobiography. “By 1990, I was practically broke.”

That year he changed to Curb Records, a move he eventually regarded as among the bleakest periods of his career. “There is nothing more frustrating than to be a recording artist who isn’t recording or who, if he is, isn’t getting his recordings released,” he wrote in “My House of Memories,” his second autobiography. “The DJs in the world lost track of me because there was nothing new to play. Patty Hearst could’ve been on Curb. For that matter, Amelia Earhart may be there now.” When his contract ran out, Haggard happily skipped over to Anti, a subsidiary of the Epitaph punk-pop label.

By that time Haggard had long since sold his Kern River Canyon mansion and moved to the Lake Shasta area of Northern California. He shares the 200-acre spread, which he calls Shade Tree Manor, with his fifth wife, Theresa Lane, whom he wed in 1993, and their two children. “People who haven’t been around me in years wouldn’t know me,” he wrote. Shade Tree Manor has a veritable petting zoo for the kids and first-rate recording studio, adorned with assorted memorabilia: some of Lewis Talley’s dusty, half-empty bottles of bourbon (Talley died in 1985); one of Bob Wills’ old cigar butts, tenderly preserved in a glass case; and printed words of inspiration, courtesy of Roger Miller: “We Shall Over Dub.”

He continues to record, grousing occasionally about country music’s cookie-cutter hat acts and particularly about the lack of respect the industry accords its elder statesmen. “It’s a damn American shame that they don’t respect Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard and George Jones on their own country music stations,” he said in 1995. (Details magazine) “If we were in rock ‘n’ roll, they’d be playing us. Eric Clapton and I are about the same age (and) they’re playing him on rock ‘n’ roll stations. They should play what’s happening today along with what’s happening from the older artists. In order to be played nowadays, you have to be singing about air. It’s got to have that god damn line-dance tempo to it, and you’ve got to be under 40.”

He has no intention of retiring. “I’ve thought about it,” he said in a 2003 interview. “In fact I’ve even tried a little of it. It’s not good for you. You lose what you don’t use. I intend to stay active as long as possible. It’s wonderful to be able to still play and have people coming who will buy the ticket and come to watch you. … It’s a wonderful time in my life. Thank God for all the fans making it that way.”

It’s been a ride. Between 1966 and1987, Haggard and his band recorded 38 songs that reached No. 1 on the Billboard country charts and another 33 that reached the top 10. By the time “If We Make It to December” hit number one Haggard sold more than 8 million albums and 3.5 million singles worth $44.5 million, and he was commanding $15,000 a concert. His songs have been recorded by artists as diverse as the Grateful Dead and Elvis Costello, and one song alone, “Today I Started Loving You Again,” has been recorded by more than 400 performers. Haggard had risen from working as a $40-a-week sideman guitarist to one of the biggest stars in the country-music universe.
Smoke and flash didn’t put him there. He’s never been the type for rhinestones or hand-tooled boots. Neither was it simply the pretty melodies, although that contributed mightily. “He’ll tell you he’s a country singer, but to me the essence of rock and roll is a cry for freedom and rebellion,” producer Don Was, who has worked with Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones and Bonnie Raitt, told Newsweek in 1996. “And I don’t know anyone who embodies it better. Every aspect of his life is a refusal to submit.”

Maybe that’s why rock and folk-rock audiences were so responsive on concert tours that paired Haggard with the Rolling Stones in 2005 and with Bob Dylan in 2006. There was always something about that rebelliousness, that indefinable obstinacy, that set him apart. Haggard the poet once tried to summarize what might be learned from listening to his songs. “That I’m a contrary old son of a bitch, I guess,” Haggard said.


Merle Haggard timeline
Source: Nashville Songwriters Foundation
*April 6, 1937: Born in Oildale
*1947: Started playing guitar
*1951: First paying gig
*1953: At age 15 made stage debut, sitting in on a Lefty Frizzell
performance at Bakersfield’s Rainbow Gardens
*1956: First radio work on “The Smilin’ Jack Tyree Radio Show” in
Springville
* 1960: Gigged with band in clubs in the Bakersfield area
* 1962: Television gig on Cousin Herb Henson’s show in Bakersfield
* 1962: Signed by Tally Records, owned by close friend Lewis Talley
* 1963: First single as performer “Sing a Sad Song,” written by Wynn Stewart
*1965: “(From Now On All My Friends Are Gonna Be) Strangers” first major hit
(It went to No. 6 on the country charts for Roy Drusky)
*1965: Contract sold to Capitol Records
*1965: Formed backing band, The Fugitives
*1966: “Swinging Doors” first self-penned hit
* 1967: First number one hit “The Fugitive” (later titled “I'm a Lonesome
Fugitive”)
*1969: Released “Okie From Muskogee,” his first real venture into social
commentary; song went to No. 1
*1972: Pardoned by Gov. Ronald Reagan
*1973: Performed for the first time at the White House for Pat Nixon's
birthday party
*1977: Signed with MCA Records
*1981: Signed with Epic Records
*1990: Signed with Curb Records

Awards:
* 1965--ACM\Top Vocal Duet with Bonnie Owens
* 1965--ACM\Most Promising New Artist
* 1966--ACM\Top Vocal Duet with Bonnie Owens
* 1966--ACM\Top Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1967--ACM\Top Vocal Duet with Bonnie Owens
* 1967--Music City News\Male Artist of the Year
* 1968--Music City News\Male Artist of the Year
* 1969--NSAI\Songwriter of the Year
* 1969--ACM\Top Vocal Duet with Bonnie Owens/Johnny Mosby & Jonie
* 1969--ACM\Top Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1969--ACM\Album of the Year\Okie From Muskogee
* 1969--ACM\Single of the Year\Okie From Muskogee
* 1969--ACM\Song of the Year, Composer\Okie From Muskogee
* 1969--ACM\Song of the Year, Artist\Okie From Muskogee
* 1970--CMA\Entertainer of the Year
* 1970--CMA\Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1970--CMA\Single of the Year\Okie From Muskogee
* 1970--CMA\Album of the Year\Okie From Muskogee
* 1970--ACM\Entertainer of the Year
* 1970--ACM\Top Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1970--Music City News\Songwriter of the Year
* 1972--CMA\Album of the Year\Let Me Tell You About A Song
* 1972--ACM\Top Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1974--ACM\Top Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1981--NSAI\Songwriter of the Year
* 1981--ACM\Top Male Vocalist of the Year
* 1982--ACM\Song of the Year, Artist\Are the Good Times Really Over
* 1982--ACM\Song of the Year, Composer\Are the Good Times Really Over
* 1983--CMA\Vocal Duo of the Year with Willie Nelson
* 1984--Grammy\Best Country Vocal Performance, Male\"That's The Way Love
Goes"
* 1989--Music City News\Living Legend
* 1994--County Music Hall of Fame induction
* Granted a full and unconditional pardon for "past crimes" on March 21,
1972; signed by then Governor Ronald Reagan
* The Strangers, Haggard's touring band, has been awarded "Touring Band
of the year" in 1969, 1970, 1971, 1972, 1974, 1975, 1981, and 1987 by the
Academy of Country Music (ACM)
* Has had the following albums go gold: "Okie From Muskogee" (1970), "The
Fightin' Side of Me" (1971), "The Best of Merle Haggard" (1972), "The Best
of the Best of Merle Haggard" (1974), "Big City" (1981), "Poncho and Lefty"
(1982), and "Eleven Winners" (1989)
* Nominated 43 times for CMA awards, more than any other entertainer
* Has received 56 BMI citations
* Has appeared in the following feature films: "Bronco Billy,"
"Huckleberry Finn," "Killers Three," (featuring the song "Mama Tried") and
"Doc Elliot;" has appeared on the television series "The Waltons" and
"Centennial"


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TRACK ARTIST MAN. LABEL SOURCE OWNER YEAR CHARTS

DISC 1



Sing a Sad Song Merle Haggard EMI Tally Untamed Hawk (Bear Family)
EMI 1963 #19


(My Friends Are Gonna Be) Strangers Merle Haggard EMI Tally Untamed
Hawk (Bear Family) EMI 1965 #10


Swingin’ Doors Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear Family)
EMI 1966 #5


The Bottle Let Me Down Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear
Family) EMI 1966 #3


The Fugitive Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear Family)
EMI 1966 #1


I Threw away the Rose Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear
Family) EMI 1967 #2


Branded Man Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear Family)
EMI 1967 #1


Sing Me Back Home Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear
Family) EMI 1967 #1


The Legend of Bonnie and Clyde Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed
Hawk (Bear Family) EMI 1968 #1


I Started Loving You Again aka Today, I Started Merle Haggard EMI
Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear Family) EMI 1968


Mama Tried Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed Hawk (Bear Family) EMI
1968 #1


I Take a Lot of Pride in What I Am Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Untamed
Hawk (Bear Family) EMI 1968 #3


Hungry Eyes Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road (Cap) EMI
1969 #1


Workin’ Man Blues Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road (Cap)
EMI 1969 #1


Okie from Muskogee Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road (Cap)
EMI 1969 #1 & #41 pop


Fightin’ Side of Me Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road (Cap)
EMI 1970 #1


Someday We’ll Look Back Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road
(Cap) EMI 1970 #2


Daddy Frank (The Guitar Man) Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every
Road (Cap) EMI 1971 #1


Carolyn Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road (Cap) EMI 1971
#1


Grandma Harp Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road (Cap) EMI
1972 #1

DISC 2



It's Not Love (But It's Not Bad) Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every
Road EMI 1972 #1


I Wonder If They Ever Think of Me Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down
Every Road EMI 1972 #1


Everybody's Had the Blues Merle Haggard/Melba Montgomery UA EMI
Capitol Down Every Road EMI 1973 #1


If We Make It Through December Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every
Road EMI 1973 #1


Things Aren't Funny Anymore Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every
Road EMI 1974 #1


Old Man from the Mountain Merle Haggard/Tammy W. EMI Capitol
Hag--Best of MH 2006 EMI 1974 #1


Kentucky Gambler Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road EMI
1974 #1


Always Wanting You Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road EMI
1975 #1


Movin' On Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Down Every Road EMI 1975 #1


It's All in the Movies Merle Haggard/Tammy W. EMI Capitol Down Every
Road EMI 1975 #1


The Roots of My Raising Merle Haggard EMI Capitol Capitol Collectors
Series EMI 1975 #1


Cherokee Maiden Merle Haggard/Tammy W. EMI Capitol Capitol
Collectors Series EMI 1976 #1


If We're Not Back in Love by Monday Merle Haggard EMI MCA Millennium
CD Uni 1977 #2


Ramblin' Fever Merle Haggard/Tammy W. EMI MCA Millennium CD Uni
1977 #2


I'm Always on a Mountain when I Fall Merle Haggard EMI MCA Millennium
CD Uni 1978 #2


It's Been a Great Afternoon Merle Haggard EMI MCA Down Every Road
Uni 1978 #2


The Way I Am Merle Haggard/Tammy W. EMI MCA Millennium CD Uni 1980
#2


I Think I'll Just Stay Here and Drink Merle Haggard/Johnny Paycheck
EMI MCA Down Every Road Uni 1978 #7


When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold Again Merle Haggard EMI MCA not on
CD Uni 1977


Misery and Gin Merle Haggard MCA UNI

DISC 3



My Favorite Memory Merle Haggard Sony Epic Essential MH The Epic
Years Sony 1981 #1


Big City Merle Haggard Sony Epic Big City reissue CD Sony 1982 #1


Yesterday's Wine Haggard/G. Jones Sony Epic Essential MH The Epic
Years Sony 1982 #1


Going Where the Lonely Go Merle Haggard/Merle Haggard Sony Epic Sony
Epic Essential MH The Epic Years Sony 1982 #1


You Take Me for Granted Merle Haggard Sony Epic Down Every Road
Sony 1983 #1


What Am I Gonna Do (With the Rest of My Life) Merle Haggard/Ray Charles
Sony Epic Goin' Where the Lonely Go/That's the WayŠ S&P CD Sony 1983
#3


Pancho and Lefty Haggard/Willie Nelson Sony Epic Sony Epic Essential
MH The Epic Years Sony 1983 #1


That's the Way Love Goes Merle Haggard Sony Epic Essential MH The
Epic Years Sony 1983 #1


Someday When Things Are Good Merle Haggard Sony Epic Essential MH
The Epic Years Sony 1984 #1


Let's Chase Each Other Around the Room Merle Haggard Sony Epic
Essential MH The Epic Years Sony 1984 #1


A Place to Fall Apart Merle Haggard Sony Epic Essential MH The Epic
Years Sony 1984 #1


Natural High Merle Haggard Sony Epic Love Songs 2004 reiss. Sony
1985 #1


Out Among the Stars Merle Haggard Sony Epic not on CD Sony 1986
#21


Twinkle, Twinkle Lucky Star Merle Haggard Sony Epic Essential MH The
Epic Years Sony 1987 #1


Are the Good Times Really Over Merle Haggard Sony Epic Big City
reissue CD Sony 1982 #2


Haggard (Like Never Before) Merle Haggard Sony Hag Like Never Before
Hag 2003


Lonesome Day Merle Haggard Sony Hag Like Never Before Hag 2003


Wishing All These Old Things Were New Merle Haggard Sony Anti If I
Could Only Fly Anti or Hag 2000


Some of Us Fly Haggard/Toby Keith Sony Capitol Chicago Wind EMI
2005


America First Merle Haggard Sony Capitol Chicago Wind EMI 2005

To know this sound you must first know this town

Need inspiration writing a hit rockabilly song? Use this guide to find yourself some country solace. The Bakersfield Sound Tour lets fearless music history lovers find stomping grounds of the artists that made it happen

By ROBERT PRICE
Originally published Oct. 9, 2005

There's something about physical proximity to history. Whether it's the poignant calm of the battlefield at Gettysburg or the bustle of the Manhattan sidewalk outside John Lennon's Dakota building, there's something curiously magnetic about places where fame (or infamy) once passed.

Many people are willing to spend time and money to walk where celebrities, variously defined, have walked. Even, in some cases, if the celebrity only walked there in his bathrobe to pick up the morning newspaper.

Got your camera? You can tour movie stars' homes in and around Hollywood, Malibu, Beverly Hills, Newport Beach and Palm Springs. You can take Chicago's Untouchables Tour and visit scenes of assorted mob hits. You can even touch the hallowed Harlem asphalt where hip-hop music was born. Just wash your hands afterward.

Very soon you'll also be able to visit the spots where the Bakersfield Sound, that trebly, concrete-floored strain of distinctly American music, was born half a century ago.

Don Yaeger, president of the Bakersfield Convention and Visitors Bureau, is making plans to market a self-guided tour of Bakersfield-area spots of note: the converted boxcar in Oildale where Merle Haggard grew up, tough and wild; the broom closet-sized building near Baker Street where a third-tier country star named Buck Owens recorded rockabilly records under a pseudonym; even the long-defunct dance club where performers like Lefty Frizzell inspired a generation of young, poor Oklahoma transplants -- including some who played guitar.

It's all part of The Bakersfield Sound Tour, a self-guided, distinctly unglamorous excursion through central Kern County.

Yeager wants to put together a CD of Bakersfield music from those days that coordinates with the driving tour. After five years on the job, fielding phone calls from country-music fans, he believes there'd be considerable demand.

"If you look at how many times our phone rings and people are asking 'What nights does Buck perform?' -- that's something," Yaeger says.

"When you look at how Buck got his start in these local clubs and the fact that Merle Haggard grew up here, and that fact that so many others lived and performed all through this city, I think there is a tourism component there. Most major markets have embraced their history and culture in some way and we ought to, too.

"Is everybody going to want to come and see the little studio where Buck Owens recorded? No. But it's a large enough group that it deserves some attention."

The idea is to give fans of the music a reason to visit this city. While they're here, they'll presumably want to stay in our hotels, dine in our restaurants and bring home the T-shirts to prove it.

You don't need the visitors bureau or its CD to take the tour, of course. A copy of Gerald Haslam's outstanding "Workin' Man Blues" or The Californian's 1997 series on the Bakersfield Sound (still accessible online), along with a 1959 Bakersfield telephone book, works just as well.

Another option, since 1959 telephone books are generally hard to come by: Buddy up to Mitch Stiles.

He doesn't give speeches or presentations, but Stiles, who works in the music business, is an amateur Bakersfield Sound historian with few peers. How serious is he about local music landmarks? He bought Buck Owens' house on Panorama Drive in 1996 and lived in it for four years.

And he's been giving tours of Bakersfield Sound locales -- occasionally chauffeuring country-music stars on return-to-Mecca pilgrimages -- for nine years.

He is working with Yeager and music-biz acquaintances to procure rights to songs with actual relationships to stops on the tour. For example, the iconic, Max Fidler/Joe and Rose Lee Maphis-penned "Dim Lights, Thick Smoke (and Loud, Loud Music)," which tourists would hear when they pull up alongside the famed Bakersfield honky-tonk that inspired it, the Blackboard.

That is, if the Blackboard hadn't been torn down four years ago by its owners -- the management of the Kern County Museum, of all people.

More on that later.

Here, in no particular order, are some of the tour highlights, along with Stiles' suggestions for matching musical accompaniment.

* The Bakersfield sign, 2800 Buck Owens Blvd. The original sign, actually a footbridge, spanned Union Avenue just south of California Avenue from the late '40s. It was torn down several years ago, but Buck Owens preserved the blue porcelain letters and had them attached to his own re-creation outside his Crystal Palace dinner club.

While you're here, go inside the Crystal Palace for a plate of Okie fries. The place is a full-scale museum of Buck Owens memorabilia, complete with a stunning collection of larger-than-life bronze statues of country museums giants, including Owens, Haggard and Johnny Cash. Owens still performs here live most Friday and Saturday nights.

In its original location, the Bakersfield sign was the unofficial entrance to the city. Ask any of the Dust Bowl folk what that sign meant to them and you'll get the picture.

Song: "Streets of Bakersfield" -- but Owens' original, 1972 album track, not the overplayed (and more successful) remake with Dwight Yoakam.

* Tommy Collins' house, a white-with-green-trim two-story at the northwest corner of 21st and Pine streets. Don't bother the occupants -- just park across the street and imagine Collins, the great tragic figure of the Bakersfield Sound era, strumming on the veranda.

Collins, whose real name was Leonard Sipes, had a solid run as a recording artist and a great career as a songwriter. Merle Haggard recorded more than 30 of his songs and Owens another dozen. His most noteworthy songwriting credit, "If You Ain't Lovin', You Ain't Livin'," recorded by George Strait and dozens of others, made him a small fortune.

But Collins was tortured by the fact that he never hit it as big as his proteges, Owens and Haggard -- his lovely Westchester neighborhood mini-estate notwithstanding.

Song: "You Better Not Do That" by Tommy Collins.

* Bakersfield Civic Auditorium, 1001 Truxtun Ave. It's now called Rabobank Theater, but this is the same place where in September 1963 Capitol Records recorded the "Country Music Hootenanny" live album featuring Collins, Owens, Haggard, Cousin Herb Henson, Glen Campbell and many other popular Bakersfield Sound artists. It was here, at that show, that Capitol A&R man Ken Nelson "discovered" Haggard.

On the recording, Tommy Collins has a couple of great lines: "It's great being here with you tonight. ... Of course, I only live over yonder a couple of blocks. I'm from Maine. The main part of Oklahoma."

Song: "I Got Mine" by Tommy Collins (live version from the "Country Music Hootenanny" album).

* Tally Records, 601 E. 18th St., at the corner of Truxtun Avenue and Kern Street. When Lewis Talley and Charles "Fuzzy" Owen launched their own record label, Tally Records, in 1954, this was their first recording studio. They only stayed here about three months, but that was long enough to get Buck Owens on vinyl singing a couple of rockabilly songs. Nashville was touchy about rock 'n' roll's potential to steal its fans, and it frowned on country singers adopting rock styles. Owens, fearing he'd be blackballed, used a pseudonym: Corky Jones. The old studio, vacant for at least eight years, was most recently an upholstery shop. A very small upholstery shop.

Song: Buck Owens/Corky Jones: "Rhythm and Booze."

* Tally Records, versions two and three. Talley and Owen moved their recording studio to Baker Street, next door to Saba's Men Store, in 1955. It was there in early 1956 that Owen and Talley recorded a Bakersfield rock 'n' roller named Wally Lewis. His song "Kathleen," leased for production and distribution to another company, was issued as a 78 rpm record for Dot. We can find no evidence it actually charted, as has been claimed, but it was one of Tally's first modest successes.

A few months later Tally Records moved to the garage of Talley's house at 419 Hazel St. That would have been convenient for both Talley and Owen, since they lived next door to each other. Whether the other neighbors found it convenient is a matter lost to history. (Again, don't bother the present occupants. In fact, you'd better not even get out of the car.)

Merle Haggard, Tally Records' first and biggest signing, recorded "Skid Row" for them in 1962. It was his first recording. (Update: Conflicting records about "Skid Row": It may have been recorded as Dave Bell's studio, presumably with the Tally Records boys on hand.)

Song: "Skid Row" by Merle Haggard.

* Rainbow Gardens, 2301 S. Union Ave. It's now the Basque Club, but back in the early 1950s, the Rainbow Gardens was an all-ages dance hall. It's where Buck Owens and Merle Haggard first saw their idols, Bob Wills and Lefty Frizzell, the two spiritual grandfathers of the Bakersfield Sound. That legendary hillbilly outfit from Alabama (by way of Modesto), the Maddox Brothers and Rose, played here too, as did Ferlin Husky, who in many ways got the whole scene started.

Haggard, still just a teen, had an impromptu audition with Frizzell here prior to a show. Frizzell was so impressed he allowed Haggard to go on stage first as his opening act.

Songs: "San Antonio Rose" by Bob Wills and "If You've Got The Money" by Lefty Frizzell.

* The Lucky Spot, 2303 Edison Highway. Now they call it the Empty Spot. Well, they ought to. The old honky-honk where Bonnie Owens (former wife of both Buck Owens and Merle Haggard) sang lustily has been torn down to make way for a parking lot. It's the only building on the block that's gone.

The Lucky Spot, Stiles says, is "one of the two spots, along with the Blackboard, where the Bakersfield Sound was forged. When the Blackboard and the Lucky Spot were torn down within a few years of each other, I gave up agitating that Bakersfield Sound sites be preserved. It was clear that no one gave a (hoot)."

Song: "A Bar in Bakersfield" by Merle Haggard .

* The Weedpatch Labor Camp, 8301 Sunset Blvd., just south of Lamont's Sunset School. Also called the Sunset Labor Camp, just three of the original buildings remain. Parts of the labor camp were used in filming for the 1940 movie "The Grapes of Wrath."

It's not much to look at today but it still brings out powerful emotions in many of the people who grew up here. Homely or not, it is the scene of an annual Dust Bowl Festival every fall (see inset).

"I have taken several film industry people out there and they practically have a religious experience when they see those buildings," Stiles says.

Song: "They're Tearin' the Labor Camps Down" by Merle Haggard.

* Hillcrest Cemetery, 9101 Kern Canyon Road. Don Rich, who sang high harmony on so many of Buck Owens' hits, died in a 1974 motorcycle accident, marking the end of the Buckaroos' most productive years. Rich is buried here in a modest grave. "Buck will tell you this: Don was as seminal a part of Buck's sound as Buck," Stiles says. "Don was extraordinary."

Bill Woods, a musician, DJ and entrepreneur who gave Owens one of his first jobs at the Blackboard playing guitar, is buried nearby.

Song: "Soft Rain" by Don Rich (from a live recording on KUZZ).

* Merle Haggard's mansion, 18200 Highway 178. Hag's old mansion near the mouth of the Kern Canyon is now the Anne Sippi Clinic, a private medical facility. Tours are decidedly discouraged, but you can get a feel for the surroundings where Haggard lived throughout most of the 1970s. This is the place he called home during his heyday.

Song: "Kern River" by Merle Haggard.

* China Grade Loop. The top of the China Grade Loop coming east from Oildale was a point of inspiration for Tommy Collins, who sat in a car parked alongside the road here and wrote "High On A Hilltop," which became a hit for his friend Haggard.

Song: "High On A Hilltop" by Merle Haggard.

* The Lucky Spot, 2303 Edison Highway. Now they call it the Empty Spot. Well, they ought to. The old honky-honk where Bonnie Owens (former wife of both Buck Owens and Merle Haggard) sang lustily has been torn down to make way for a parking lot. It's the only building on the block that's gone.

The Lucky Spot, Stiles says, is "one of the two spots, along with the Blackboard, where the Bakersfield Sound was forged. When the Blackboard and the Lucky Spot were torn down within a few years of each other, I gave up agitating that Bakersfield Sound sites be preserved. It was clear that no one gave a (hoot)."

Song: "A Bar in Bakersfield" by Merle Haggard .

* Buck's house, 309 Panorama Drive. Buck Owens lived in this large, ranch-style house overlooking the Panorama Bluffs during his "Hee-Haw" years, 1968-1974. It was also where Owens was living when he had his final No. 1 hit, "Made in Japan," prior to his comeback hit with Dwight Yoakam in 1989 on "Streets of Bakersfield." Don't bother the occupants.

Song: "Made in Japan" by Buck Owens.

* Beer Can Hill, 5001 N. Chester Ave. Actually, that's the address of Bakersfield Speedway, the dirt racing track north in Oildale. Beer Can Hill, a cultural touchstone for many Bakersfield Sound-era participants (translation: a good place to loll about and drink beer), is just north. The hangout was the inspiration for the only recording to ever feature Haggard and Owens together.

Song: "Beer Can Hill" by Merle Haggard, Buck Owens and Dwight Yoakam.

* Buck's North Chester studio, 1213 North Chester Ave. This was Buck's headquarters back in the heyday, a place where Buck and Hag laid down many of their recordings in the late 1970s.

It's now Fat Tracks, a recording studio with an odd link to Bakersfield music: It's run by Rick Davis, father of Korn lead singer Jonathan Davis.

Song: "If We Make It Through December" by Merle Haggard, who recorded the song in that studio.

* Hag's boxcar, 1303 Yosemite Drive. This small, exceedingly modest house in Oildale is the Holy Grail of any Bakersfield Sound tour. It's the place all songwriters want to visit. Hag mentions it as the influence for many of his classic songs. His long-suffering mother Flossie lived here for years after he left home for trouble and fame.

Song: "Mama Tried" by Merle Haggard.

* Trout's, 805 N. Chester. This is perhaps the last authentic Bakersfield Sound-era bar. It was originally a bar/cafe, but Vern Hoover, who bought Trout's in 1956, says that fiddler player/guitarist/TV host Jelly Sanders, one of the great sidemen of the Bakersfield Sound era, started playing here regularly around 1970.

Keyboardist-songwriter Red Simpson still plays here every Monday night. Ask and he'll probably play some of the greatest Bakersfield Sound songs of the period -- Simpson-penned tunes like "You Don't Have Very Far To Go," recorded by Haggard, and "Close Up the Honky Tonks," recorded by Owens. Simpson had a dozen hits of his own too, many in the truck-driving sub-genre popular in the early- to mid-'60s.

Song: "I'm A Truck" by Red Simpson (also known informally as "Hello, I'm a Truck").

* The Blackboard, 3801 Chester Ave.. At least that would be the address if the most famous honky-tonk in Bakersfield history were still standing. It was knocked down the week of Sept. 7, 2001, to make way for expansion of the Kern Country Museum.

Let's run that by one more time: The Blackboard, a museum piece in and of itself, was knocked down by its landlord -- the Kern County Museum -- which also happens to run a country-music museum with considerably less street visibility.

Whatever.

The empty lot where the Blackboard stood, about 200 yards south of 3801 Chester Ave., is still an empty lot.

As long as you're here, though, park and check out the museum, which has a number of intriguing rarities, including one of Merle Haggard's more tastefully sequined stage jackets and Joe Maphis' double-necked, built-in-Bakersfield Mosrite guitar. Stiles' song selection for this tour stop was written and recorded by Maphis, who was inspired by a gig at the low-ceilinged, poorly ventilated Blackboard.

Song: "Dim Lights, Thick Smoke (and Loud, Loud Music)" by Joe and Rose Lee Maphis and Max Fidler.

* Wait! There's more. We could go on but we won't. But if we could, we'd suggest tour stops such as:

The Clover Club, 2611 Edison Highway, just down the street from the Lucky Spot. Bonnie Owens was among the local stars who worked here. For the cast of Cousin Herb's "Trading Post" TV show, this was home base.

Louie Talley Cafe, 2111 Edison Highway. The music entrepreneur was also in the coffee-shop business, and he made a go of it at several locations, including this spot just down the street from those two Edison highway honky-tonks. A few years later he ran a cafe in the Padre Hotel.

Tex's Barrel House, 1524 Golden State Highway. It's now the Deju Vu strip club but in the 1950s and '60s it was a lively country juke joint.

Buck's old houses. Back when Owens was sufficiently unknown to list his home address in the phone book, he listed 206 Harding Ave. and 204 Jones St. at various times.

KUZZ Studios, 910 Chester Ave. In 1960, Valley Radio Corp. bought KIKK radio, switched its format to country music and hired Cousin Herb as president and general manager. The station's call letters were changed to KUZZ to play on Henson's celebrity, and Cousin Herb, whose TV show continued to make him a fixture in living rooms throughout the Central Valley, became "Kuzzin Herb."

Freddy G's Cafe, 3331 State Road. This is the cafe that rowdy teen Merle Haggard tried to burglarize at 3 a.m., stone drunk, one night in December 1957 -- despite the fact it was still open for business. His arrest, along with his previous record of incorrigibility, led to his incarceration at San Quentin Prison. Today the cafe is an insurance office.

There. Feel the giddy chill of proximity to greatness? Try rolling up the windows. If that doesn't work, buy yourself another Bakersfield Sound T-shirt.

18 ESSENTIAL SONGS

Bakersfield Sound historian Mitch Stiles lists 18 songs that aptly tell the story of a defining era in local music:

1. "Streets of Bakersfield" - Buck Owens (original 1972 version)

2. "Close Up The Honky Tonks" - Buck Owens [written by Red

Simpson]

3. "Kern River" - Merle Haggard

4. "They're Tearin' The Labor Camps Down" - Merle Haggard [refer-

ences the present Sunset Labor Camp near Arvin]

5. "If We Make It Through December" - Merle Haggard [recorded

in Buck's North Chester studio]

6. "I'm A Truck" - Red Simpson [Red's biggest hit as a

recording artist]

7. "LA International Airport" - Susan Raye

8. "You Better Not Do That" - Tommy Collins

9. "Absence of You" - Billy Mize

10. "Dim Lights, Thick Smoke (and Loud, Loud Music)" - Joe and

Rose Lee Maphis

11. "Apartment #9" - Bobby Austin

12. "Hi-Fi To Cry By" - Bonnie Owens

13. "Don't Throw Me No Roses" - Lewis Talley & The Whackers

14. "Lookin' Back to See" - Fuzzy Owen with Bonnie Owens

15. "Y'All Come" - Cousin Herb

16. "Truck Drivin' Man" - Bill Woods

17. "Bakersfield Bound" - Chris Hillman and Herb Pedersen

18. "Greetings From Bakersfield" - The Wichitas

There aren't many places left in Bakersfield to partake of Bakersfield Sound culture, but here are two:

* Dust Bowl Festival, every October: Sunset School, 8301 Sunset Blvd., Weedpatch, typically 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. Music, food, artifacts and authors. Back in 2005, the guest authors were Jerry Stanley, Gerald Haslam and Elizabeth Strickland. Corner one of them, or any of several former Sunset Labor Camp residents expected to be on hand, and learn more about the connections between the Dust Bowl migration and the music that made Bakersfield famous. Free.

* Trout's Cocktail Lounge, 805 N. Chester Ave., Oildale. Ever wonder what a Saturday night at the Blackboard or the Lucky Spot might have been like? These are the people who can tell you, because most of them were there, either on stage or out on the dance floor. Trout's occasionally hosts benefits for old-time performers from the day, because honky-tonks generally don't have 401 (k) plans.

* Crystal Palace. The late Buck Owens used to play most weekends at the Crystal Palace. These days you can catch his son Buddy Owens twice a week, in between local and national acts.

(Update: The Chamber of Commerce tour described in the story never came off as planned -- the marketing of it, I mean. But be not discouraged! Who needs 'em? You can still take this tour. All you need is a navigator who can read a Kern County street map, a couple of hours or so, and a box ' o CDs. Have at it, and let me know how it goes.)

The chief justice-to-be who lived at 707 Niles St.

By ROBERT PRICE
Originally published May 16, 2004 (excerpt)

It's in better shape than one might expect of a century-old, wood-frame house in a section of the city long past its prime.

But the boyhood home of Earl Warren, the 14th and most influential chief justice of the United States, hardly inspires reverence. Could the man behind the court decision rightly considered an overdue extension of the Emancipation Proclamation, the man who gave us the phrases "read him his rights" and "one-man-one-vote," really have lived in a house so ... pastel?

More to the point, could Bakersfield's greatest son really have come to manhood in a house that today seems so unremarkable?

Warren left east Bakersfield for UC Berkeley in 1908, and except for summer breaks from college, he usually returned only as a visiting dignitary. But when he thought of "home" ever afterward, he thought of 707 Niles St.

Warren was California's only three-consecutive-term governor; he was Thomas Dewey's 1948 vice-presidential running mate; and if not for that postwar deity, Dwight Eisenhower, Warren would probably have been the 1952 Republican nominee for president as well.

For 16 years starting in 1953, he oversaw the most activist Supreme Court the nation has seen before or since. His political savvy, developed over three decades in elective office, helped convince his colleagues on the court to make Brown v. Board of Education, the landmark desegregation decision whose 50th anniversary we observed in May 2004, unanimous.

In some towns, a public-service resume like that would have already inspired action at the old homestead, in the town plaza -- somewhere.

That's what has happened in the home towns of the three chief justices who preceded Warren: There's a monument or public building named in honor of Charles Hughes, Harlan Stone and Fred Vinson. That's what has happened in St. Paul, Minn., hometown of Warren Burger, the man who succeeded Earl Warren in 1969. The city's federal courts building has his name on it.

The people who live at 707 Niles St. today hope something can be done here too -- above and beyond Warren Hall, a building on the campus of Warren's alma mater, Bakersfield High School (then known as Kern County High School); and the 14-year-old junior high school named for Warren in the southwest corner of the city.

"It's a shame we don't do more" to celebrate Bakersfield's Earl Warren connection, says Jimmy Mize, whose parents purchased the old Warren house in the 1950s (and eventually painted it that distinctive pastel blue). He and his wife and brother have lived there for the past several years.

"We really ought to have something that honors him, something that's out there for people to see when they come to town," says Mize's wife, Sharon. "A statue of him at Centennial Garden (now Rabobank Arena). Something."

In a city that for too long has allowed others to define it, that makes sense. Poll the continent: Perceptions of Bakersfield seem more likely to have been formed with the help of Jay Leno and Johnny Carson, et al., than by the local chamber of commerce. Bakersfield's small but noteworthy connection to the evolution of civil liberties in the world's freest nation is doubtlessly lost on most people.

And yet, Sharon Mize says, "it's part of who we are."

Warren is not exactly a forgotten man, of course. One of UC San Diego's undergraduate colleges is named after him; appropriately, UCSD's Warren College has an ethics-class requirement for all students. At least somebody is teaching that these days.

Alameda County's Highway 13 is the Earl Warren Freeway; the annual Santa Barbara Fair & Expo is held at the Earl Warren Showgrounds; and there are Earl Warren high schools in San Antonio and Downey.

You'd think Warren's hometown would do as much.

It may yet happen. The Mizes put a "for sale by owner" sign in the yard a few months back. Lo and behold, they got a buyer with a track record on historical homes: Mark Abernathy, the political consultant, closes escrow on the place in late August 2003.

Abernathy wants to turn the house into something honoring the chief justice, but he's also aware of the house's other story lines.

It was at 707 Niles St., on the night of May 14, 1938, that Warren's 72-year-old father, Methias H. Warren, was bludgeoned to death. Warren, then the district attorney of Alameda County and soon to become attorney general, flew back to Bakersfield to participate in the investigation. The crime, never solved, is still Bakersfield's most infamous murder.

By the 2000's, 707 Niles St. was the home of Jimmy's brother Billy Mize, a singer who was named the Academy of Country Music's top TV personality three years running in the mid-1960s. He's building a new house to make way for Abernathy and a potential restoration of the Warren legacy.

One house, three histories.

What lies ahead for the Warren house? Here's one idea: Lose the pastel. Otherwise, anything that celebrates the career of Earl Warren is an improvement on the status quo. It would be long overdue.

From Dust Bowl labor camp to Bakersfield Sound honky-tonk

By ROBERT PRICE

Among followers of the lively, blues-steeped music that emanated out of California honky-tonks and recording studios during the 1950s and ‘60s, it is considered an irrefutable fact: The Dust Bowl migration of two decades prior was almost wholly responsible for the advent of a style of country music that has come to be called the “Bakersfield Sound.” The creative and commercial phenomenon that opened doors for the likes of Merle Haggard and Buck Owens had its genesis in a single economic cataclysm, or so the thinking goes.

The two events exist in the public consciousness today almost in a cause-and-effect progression. Popular magazines fondly retell the story with little attention to what came before or after. “(T)he Bakersfield Sound ... (is) a music steeped in the rural legacy of the Dust Bowl migration, shucked clean of cliché and excess sentimentality,” Richard Chon wrote in Westways.

"Bakersfield is the capital of the Golden State’s Dust Bowl , … (a) title especially fitting for a town founded by Okies, those down-on-their luck Midwesterners who traveled out west in search of better lives,” writes Matt Kettmann, apparently inventing portions of the story for American Cowboy magazine as he goes along. “... I've always figured that a hardscrabble history must lend itself to a hearty regional pride ... (and) such pride surfaces most readily when it comes to the ‘Bakersfield sound.’”

Historians generally give the Dust Bowl migration a more realistic appraisal, placing it alongside the other cultural changes that made the Bakersfield Sound possible. That westward, Depression-era population shift is highly significant and memorably symbolic, but not the whole story in the development of Bakersfield honky-tonk music and perhaps not even the most important story.

It is indisputable that tens of thousands of economic refugees from Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas and elsewhere descended on the West Coast, particularly Los Angeles and the California Central Valley, between 1935 and roughly 1942, and that they brought their culture with them. These Southwesterners, primarily rural but also city folk, brought conservative social values, an individualistic spirit, pugilistic notions about honor, dichotomous feelings about Saturday-night and Sunday-morning conduct, and a taste for blues-inspired folk music, recognizable today as country music. Their music celebrated those attitudes and tendencies in realistic stories set to accessible and simply structured musical arrangements.

The Depression-era migration of these “Okies” was only marginally connected to the devastating 1935-38 dust storms of the southern Plains that gave the great westward exodus its name. They were, in fact, driven West by factors more economic and social than meteorological; the regions of the country affected by over-grazing and the resulting dust storms minimally overlapped the states of origin of the “Dust Bowl” migrants.

Whatever their motives for coming West, these Okie migrants were indeed largely responsible for developing and sustaining the Bakersfield Sound. But the evolution of that music traces a succession of migrations over many years fueled by poverty, perceived opportunity and war – including, most notably, the great war that came after the Dust Bowl migration. Population movements throughout American history have “moved” the music, its performers and its audiences to new places on the map. World War II was the single greatest force in the cultural mixing that that brought country music to the West coast, and a major vehicle for the population shift that provided the West with its country-music audience. The Dust Bowl migration was such another of these culture shifts, albeit a major one. The link between labor camps (and squatters’ camps) of that era and Bakersfield honky-tonks isn’t as solid as the legend’s soundtrack might have us believe, but it is significant nonetheless.

The attitudes demonstrated in those labor camps, such as the Sunset Federal Labor Camp near Arvin, were apt mid-century reflections of attitudes about life and leisure among the people of Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas and Missouri. Those Southwestern attitudes informed the development of West Coast country music’s popularity and certain themes within the overall genre, many of which -- such as the urban vs. rural dynamic -- are still with us today.

To summarize, the Bakersfield Sound was influenced greatly but not exclusively by the Dust Bowl migration and its most historically illuminated facet, the federal labor camp. Other cultural changes, both before and after the Dust Bowl migration, played equally significant and generally underappreciated roles in the development and distinctiveness of Bakersfield-area music culture.

The migration

The migration to California of working-class people from the Southwest, Midwest and western Deep South during the late 1930s and early 1940s has been estimated by various sources, and based on differing criteria, as between 150,000 and 400,000, with the upper number more frequently cited. Few of these newcomers were directly affected by the devastating wind storms of the south-central Plains that gave the great migration its iconic name.

Popular legend has these late-1930s migrants piling into the family jalopy, Tom Joad- (and “Beverly Hillbillies”-) style, and heading west on a wing and prayer, their fates uncertain. While some of that has basis in fact, the greater truth is that many Okie migrants, as the whole of them came to be generally known, had family members waiting for them in California. Those more established family members, Californians by virtue of similar, economically driven migrations of previous decades, often greeted them not only with job leads of varying reliability but with many of the comforts of Southwestern culture: familiar foods, familiar religious practices and familiar music.

According to James N. Gregory, the Dust Bowl-era exodus “wasn’t the start of a migration; it was a phase of an ongoing, long-time relationship between Texas and Oklahoma and Missouri and Arkansas, and California. People had been coming since the Gold Rush to California, and especially in the teens and 1920s. … A quarter of a million people had come from those very states in the 1920s. So most of the people who headed west in the 1930s had relatives who told them about conditions and could offer some assistance.”

They came because there were jobs – not just Central Valley farm-labor jobs, but blue- and white-collar employment in Los Angeles too. The farming jobs were especially plentiful, however. California agriculture had lost much of its workforce during the first years of the Depression, when markets dried up, but there was a moderate resurgence in the mid-1930s and a worker shortage that the newcomers were glad to fill.

During the second half of the decade, the population of seven California agricultural counties – Yuba, Monterey, Madera, Tulare, Kings, Kern and San Diego -- grew by an average of almost 43 percent, led by Kern, with a staggering 63 percent increase. The San Francisco Bay area and especially Los Angeles also saw significant population increases, and this was before World War II brought Southwesterners to the state’s population centers by the hundreds of thousands to work in the shipyards and aircraft factories.

California abided these migrants and their musical tastes throughout the mid-1930s. The relative abundance of available work in the orchards and cotton fields of the valley contributed to their acceptance.

But California’s relatively benign view of the Okies began to erode in 1938, when devastating floods throughout the Central Valley again made life difficult for the farm-labor migrants. Newspaper accounts and the work of photographers like Dorothea Lange brought the Okies’ plight to the nation, but some Californians failed to muster much sympathy in the face of economic reality: The Agricultural Adjustment Administration cut the state’s cotton acreage by more than a third that year, and suddenly worker supply greatly exceeded employer demand. The welfare rolls skyrocketed, and local conservatives who had wallowed happily in the glut of cheap labor suddenly began to squeal, even circulating a petition demanding that no more relief be extended to migrants. “The idle thousands,” the petition demanded, should be compelled to return to their home states. The effort was fruitless.

Even after economic circumstances restored the balance of workers and workload, locals criticized the Southwestern migrants. Or, more to the point, the federal farm labor camps became the focus of increasingly shrill anti-Okie rhetoric, largely because they limited growers’ ability to exploit the migrant labor. “Okie,” “Arkie” and even “Texie” became derogatory terms that carried some of the stigmas that whites most often associate with race.

According to James Gregory:

The way those terms worked was to almost ethnicize, almost create a notion that an Okie was a different nationality, a different ethnic group, certainly a different social class and an unwelcome person. … (B)ecause of the difficult economic circumstances … a group of native-born, Protestant, for the most part Anglo Americans of Scots-Irish heritage, about as white and solid American as you can get, … became depicted as an ethnic other.

The ostracized Central Valley Okies, much more so that the quickly assimilated Los Angeles Okies, seized what they believed was their own and clung to it – the food, the religion, the social (but not necessarily economic) conservatism, even the speech patterns -- and of course the music. The rest of California was generally willing to let them have the latter, and as a result the transplanted Southwesterners became the primary agents of its dissemination, both as consumers and performers.

The music

Okie migrants of the late 1930s did not bring country music to California, as is often suggested. Okies came west to a place where country music was already well established. Singing cowboys such as Ken Maynard, Roy Rogers, Tex Ritter and Gene Autry — entertainers who came to Hollywood from Texas (Ritter and Autry) and the Midwest (Maynard and Rogers) not as economic refugees but as young men in quest of stardom — had already brought country music’s crooning precursor, “Western” music, to the masses. Hobo troubadours like Goebel Reeves and Haywire Mac McClintock had already established a sort of “bindlestiff” folk sensibility that translated well to radio from coast to coast.

Stuart Hamblen’s “Covered Wagon Jubilee,” with West Coast stars like Patsy Montana, dominated the Los Angeles radio market from 1934 until the early 1950s. On a somewhat smaller scale, a family of transplanted Appalachians, the Crocketts of Fowler, Calif., were well established “radio favorites” up and down the valley as early as the mid-1920s.

But the attitudes and underlying culture that came west with John Steinbeck’s Joads had deeper roots. The folk music of the British Isles crossed the Atlantic with American colonists starting in the 17th century and continued to move deeper into the newly settled land of the North American continent for decades, evolving as it went. But by the end of the 18th century the Northern states were receiving newer material and newer styles -- and facing stronger economic and cultural pressure to conform to emerging urban “popular” styles. The more isolated South, conversely, tended to preserve and develop the older styles and create its own material.

As a result, Northern folk music eventually withered away or stayed in vertical, family traditions, and the performance styles edged toward urban norms. Meanwhile, the South, and specifically Appalachia, had developed a degree of isolation that, in conjunction with its more “frontier,” agricultural setting, led to a uniformity of culture that was reflected in the music. More so than others in America, the Southern culture — born of transplanted Scots-Irish folkways — valued independence, self-sufficiency, honor, and loyalty, particularly to kin, and that too became a part of the music.

It was a contradictory culture. The Southern frontier mentality embraced drink, violence and rebellion but also an evangelical religious tradition dominated by the Old Testament and a stiff, patriarchal morality. As D.W. Wilgus notes, it was a society of extremes: “sobriety and drunkenness, piety and hell-raising, daily stoicism and orgiastic religious revivals.”

The Civil War, as was the case with other American wars to follow, brought rural men into urban environments and people of different cultural regions into close proximity. After the war, patterns of population movement began to take shape. Northern entrepreneurs (or, in the Southern vernacular, “carpetbaggers”) moved into old Dixie, and many displaced Southerners moved West to pursue opportunities in mining, ranching, logging, and the railroads. The Spanish-American War and World War I had similar effects on population movement – and on social interaction. Young men from different corners of the country were thrust together into close quarters and predictable cultural exchanges took place. Soldiers and sailors were exposed to the attitudes, mannerisms, habits, and tastes of their comrades in arms, and to varying degrees they retained some of what they saw and heard — including the music.

By the mid-1920s, discernable markets for “hillbilly” music – a pejorative nickname thrust upon the “old time” music of the South in 1925 -- had established themselves in the North and the upper Midwest as well as the South. The first successful radio barn dance program (admittedly tame by Kentucky standards) was established on WLS in Chicago in 1924; as Wilgus notes, “all of those listeners couldn’t have been transplanted” hillbillies. The juke box became popular between 1910 and 1920 and almost from the beginning, hillbilly records were included on the play lists – even in the North, where urban opinions of the genre were generally contemptuous.

The Southern music of that time corresponded to the polarization of the region’s culture: wild, fun-loving tunes and low-down blues vs. tragic ballads with mournful lyrics and straight-spined sacred songs. Up-tempo songs were especially common. From the day it was first documented, hillbilly/country music incorporated a strong blues influence, as demonstrated by the popularity of the first national star of the genre, the “Singing Brakeman,” Jimmie Rodgers. He popularized the style so extensively that by the 1930s “white blues” had no regional limitation, although it flourished most significantly in Louisiana, Texas, and Oklahoma.

In the Southeast, separate and distinct styles of hillbilly music co-existed: the wild and silly pieces, the blues, and the sentimental, traditional songs. But in the Southwest – probably fueled by oil boom-related population movements to Texas, Oklahoma and Louisiana -- those musical styles coalesced and were further stylistically regionalized by blues-jazz influences from New Orleans and Shreveport.

Barn dances and honky-tonks became musical melting pots, with older styles of country music coming face-to-face (and fiddle-to-accordion) with Cajun, blues, jazz, and even Mexican styles. Early American folk traditions had long been undermined by a longstanding ethnic sameness within the population that claimed that music, but in the Southwest, more so than anywhere, that wasn’t the case.

In the Southeast, white culture tended to retrench when confronted with change. In the North, displaced Southern whites repeatedly reached back to their heritage for reassurance and revitalization. But in the Southwest, people were exposed to so many regional influences and ethnic tastes, both in the workplace and in social settings, they had almost no choice except to become the genre’s leading edge. By the time the Dust

Bowl migration reached its apex in the late 1930s, hillbilly and jazz traditions had mingled, newer blues flavors had developed, Western Swing had emerged as the next big thing and the Southwest was creating the freshest, liveliest music in America.

That is the music that came to California with the Okies in 1938.

The Okies

As previously noted, many Dust Bowl migrants had family or other connections already in California when they set out for the West Coast in the 1930s. But for many of the others, radios and jukeboxes supplied plenty of vivid imagery to help soothe their doubts. Music portraying California as an El Dorado has always been common in American popular song, from early Gold Rush-era songs like “Come All Ye Poor Men of the North” (“the gold dust lies glittering like dewdrops after rain”) to Sophie B. Hawkins’ “California, Here I Come” (1924) (“How come some people got it all / Some people got none / I been banging my head against the writing on the wall \ But now I just wanna have fun / California here I come”) and Jimmie Rodgers’ “California Blues” (1928) (“I’m goin’ to California, where they sleep out every night”).

The first wave of Dust Bowl migrants found none of that when they arrived in California (except for sleeping out every night, not generally the choice they might have taken). Many were forced to settle in squatters’ camps where conditions were squalid at best and toxic at worst – so bad in fact that their plight eventually attracted the attention of the federal government.

A three year study of 3,543 informal and makeshift migrant camps completed in
1934 by the California Division of Immigration and Housing had concluded that sanitation, water supply and overall camp cleanliness were concerns that needed to be addressed. Those issues, along with fears of possible disease epidemics, crime, and labor unrest, led state and county officials to start looking for an alternative. That alternative came from Washington, D.C.
Early in 1935 officials from the Rural Rehabilitation Division of the Federal Relief Administration toured California, observing, interviewing and photographing migrant workers.

Photographer Dorothea Lange was among the observers. Her colleague, Nelson Lowry, was so taken with what he saw, he cabled national director Lawrence Westbrook, requesting $20,000 to build two “demonstration camps” for migrants, “demonstration” being code for not part of a wholesale program if things don’t work out. Westbrook approved the request the next day, and construction of the Arvin camp began in August 1935 on 40 acres of land leased from Kern County. It opened four months later with ninety-six tent spaces divided by roads into three blocks and set in a muddy field. A few wood-frame buildings were also constructed: utility buildings, a warehouse, a first aid center which doubled as a playroom and nursery, and a dwelling for the camp manager, Thomas Collins, who was a federal employee. By 1940, the Arvin/Sunset camp was one of 18 FSA camps in California and 56 nationwide.

The Arvin camp was slow to fill – some migrant workers wanted nothing to do with anything involving the government – but by June 1936 eighty-eight families had established the place as home. The federal camp represented the first home in California for more than a third of the migrant tenants, nearly two-thirds of whom hailed from Oklahoma.

Residents were forced to abide by a set of rules, habitual cleanliness and attention of hygiene and health chief among them. Another was the strictly enforced ban on alcohol and narcotics.

But few complained, given three of the major attractions: a camp nurse, indoor plumbing and access to hot water. Collins reported that “children had the time of their lives the first day at camp” taking hot showers. Some adults were so taken by the amenities, Collins wrote, they demonstrated “‘reverence’ for the modern facilities.” But a few found things to complain about anyway. Collins made note of one particular newcomer who, no doubt like many others, had never seen a flush toilet before moving to the Arvin labor camp:

“There was our new neighbor from Arkansas -- sitting on the concrete floor, legs stretched on both sides of the toilet bowl,” Collins wrote. “Beside her was a pile of ‘freshly laundered’ clothing. In the bowl was more clothing.”

"The fella who dun built this air wash tubs must a thot all wimin be plenty short,” Collins quotes her as saying. “Why this air tub ain't big 'nuf ter hold my man's pans fer me to wash.” The “neighbors,” Collins writes, seized the “educational opportunity” with great enthusiasm “and they had heaps of fun so doing.”

Among the organized camp activities, in addition to baseball games, were weekly “sings” and dances, which prior to the construction of a community hall in 1939, took place either on an open-air platform with a covered stage and piano pit or in a warehouse, where a radio played the national and regional stars of the day.

When they were first organized in Arvin in 1936, these community “sings” were so popular there was no room for visitors. The songs included both old favorites and tunes written by camp residents. The dances were even more popular, attended every weekend by as many as 500 camp residents and guests. Typically a fiddle player, guitarist and “bones” player performed the “hill-billy” music for square dancing, interspersed with less countrified dance numbers, introduced at the behest of the management, to “urbanize the people.” There might be six or eight squares dancing groups going at once, each with its own “hog caller.” At some point a hat would be passed around and those who could afford it would toss in a nickel or dime for the musicians.

Between February and October of 1936, Collins compiled a list of more than 30 songs that labor camp residents sang or performed, from “The Lilly of Hill Billy Valley” to “I've Got No Use for the Women.”

Wrote Collins about one particularly lively gathering:

The community sing this week was a magnificent demonstration of community effort and cooperation. The whole population was out ... There were musical numbers, solos, duets, quartets, dialogues, singing en masse, jigs and etc. The population warmed up to the occasion and as a result some old folk songs heretofore unheard in this section of the country, come to the fore. The song that brought the old folks to their toes was – ‘Eleven Cent Cotton And Forty Cent Meat.’

Not everyone was enthused by the dances. Some frowned upon the community events as immoral, and divisions arose between the Full Gospel believers and the Free Methodists, who were prone to quoting the prophet Isaiah in justifying dancing as a moral and honorable expression of joy. Interdenominational differences caused so many problems that some refused into move to the camp and face the possibility of living near followers of the rival church group. Life in a tent city made it difficult for people to ignore their neighbors’ attitudes towards religion, much less their moral standards, which were often enough in full view. As a result of these competing microscopes, one intense, the other only slightly less so, some residents complained that life in Arvin “was pretty dull.”

For many migrants, made to feel like inferior ethnic “others” by established white Californians and increasingly in competition with other migrant laborers for work that, depending on season and circumstance, could be scarce and therefore lower paying, this was not the California dream. But there was rarely much they could do about it.

The Oklahoma-bred folksinger Woody Guthrie, who’d come to California in 1940 and witnessed things for himself, tried to warn them away with a musical indictment of the conditions. Stay at home and work for better conditions in your own state, he said, attempting to refute the false impressions of Jimmie Rodgers’ “California Blues.”

Guthrie’s own ballad, “Do Re Mi,” explained it like this:

“Cause I look through the want ads every day
And the headlines in the papers always say, oh
If you ain’t got the do re mi, boys
Well you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma,
Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee.”

They kept coming anyway.

Workday’s end

Music was the balm of many migrant laborers’ days. That was particularly the case at the federal labor camps, where dances and talent shows, after-supper sing-alongs and other gatherings, formal and (mostly) informal, were common.

Guthrie once talked of watching workers gather from miles around at a particular squatters’ camp one evening to hear two girls perform. “It cleared your head up, that’s what it done, caused you to fall back and let your draggy bones rest and your muscles go limber and relax,” he declared.

Central Valley businesses noticed. The California radio stations that gave air time to hillbilly and folk performers were often deluged with appreciative mail, and those that didn’t were sometimes subjected to lobbying efforts by Okie listeners. Guthrie, not yet a star, started a hillbilly music show in KFVD in Los Angeles and by 1938 was receiving more than a thousand fan-letters a month.

Not everyone was thrilled with the new programming. Many Californians found the hillbilly music of the migrants banal and amateurish. Country music – most notably the nasal drone of the folk-oriented Carter family and the blues-tinged Singing Brakeman, Jimmie Rodgers -- had accounted for less than 10 percent of nationwide record sales in the 1920s and 1930s. Country music’s strongest attraction was in the South and Midwest; West Coast audiences of the day seem to have preferred jazz and swing. But California radio, especially in the Central Valley and Los Angeles, saw potential, and foisted hillbilly music upon the entire state.

By 1940, California Okies had plenty of Southwestern celebrities to model themselves after. There was Gene Autry, the greatest of the singing-cowboy movie stars. His cowboy costume was adapted by country singers who might otherwise have emulated the hillbilly garb of people like Carter family patriarch A.P. Carter – simple overalls. Autry was handsome, confident – and he always got the girl. “What Frank Sinatra was for Italians, and Paul Robeson for blacks,” wrote James Gregory, “nationally recognized country-music stars like Gene Autry became for Okies.”
The stars of Western Swing took their cue from Autry and other western-music heroes. Bob Wills, leader of the Texas Playboys, was as duded-up as they came. He, like few others, spoke to the Okies and Arkies of California – quite literally.

He sprinkled his performances with references like “all of us Okies” and played songs that mentioned specific southwestern locales like Tulsa and San Antonio. Spade Cooley, a favorite among the Southern California defense workers, did the same. Cooley nicknamed his three vocalists “Okie” (Deuce Spriggens), “Arkie” (Smokey Rogers) and “Tex” (Tex Williams) and claimed that each hailed from the corresponding state. He fudged a little. According to Gregory, “They became public champions of the migrant group.”

Visually, these stars represented America’s Cowboy cult. Together, we had “won the West,” and Autry and company helped remind the Okies of that perceived fact, bringing confidence to a people that sorely needed it. Musically, they were a little bit of home. Unlike some other musical genres, past and present, family and place were among their central themes. The songs had nostalgia, longing and a shared uncertainty about the forces of modernization and social change.

The songs reflected comfort, genuine friendship and a belief in the democracy of rural life — that hard work brought rewards both spiritual and monetary. Everyone could appreciate that, but Okies took those metaphors quite literally. For many non-Okies, there was real merit in those values: For some it was a lure; for others at least a path to grudging acceptance.

The Farm Security Administration, which ran the labor camps, recognized the interest (and perhaps the population-soothing merits) of that music among the camp populations. When the Porterville federal labor camp opened in 1940, it was FSA officials who threw the first concert, albeit with only a batch of 78-rpm records. Faith Petric, ,still an active folk-singer at age 90 who worked in FSA relief offices for three years starting in 1940, remembers the party:

When the new Porterville camp opened there was a big, all-day celebration. So rather than having music made by the people who were coming into the camp, we played records, some folk records. It was an official thing … I remembered the records that were played on that day because I provided them. They were folk (records), probably Burl Ives or something like that.

The FSA had been sponsoring music-centered events, including Saturday-night dances, almost from the beginning. Okies from miles around joined labor-camp residents at many of these dances, and attendance often hit 500 or more. Gradually, longer-tenured rural Californians took an interest.

Charles L. Todd, a young amateur folklorist who was then teaching in the Department of Public Speaking at the City College of New York, undertook a project documenting the music of the camps during the summers of 1940 and 1941, tape-recording labor-camp performers with the help of fellow folklorist (and public-speaking teacher) Robert Sonkin. In 1941 Todd wrote an article for The New York Times reporting on Labor Day festivities, attended by “several thousand,” at that same Porterville camp. Wrote Todd, “… (T)his was more than Labor Day: it was ‘hog killin’ time’ in Arkansas, ‘Go-to-Meetin’ Day’ in the Ozarks, and ‘Okie Day’ in California.”

After the sack races and melon-eating marathons, Mrs. Myra Pipkin, who at 45 claimed to be America’s youngest great-grandmother, sang “Happy Was the Miller Boy,” “Old Joe Clark” and “Skip to My Lou.” And so it went into the evening, one singer after another, concluding with a trio from Shafter performing the migrant anthem “Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad.” Then began one long, continuous round of square dancing, “the strenuous kind,” Todd wrote, “that only people who work all day in the cotton fields can keep up with.” The overall energy of the occasion impressed the few natives in attendance. “Say,” one unnamed local rancher told Todd, “I’m beginning to think these folks have something here.”

Todd and Sonkin spent two summers at the valley’s FSA camps, tape-recording the local talent. There was plenty, most notably the King family of Arvin. But everyone seemed to have aspirations of becoming the next Gene Autry or Patsy Montana – and they were invariably convinced they were “goin’ on the air soon.” A few had already developed stage names. “I’m Homer Pierce, the singin’ cowboy from way down in Missouri,” said one young man by way of introduction. “And I’d like to do a couple of my own tunes for you.” Another had all the moves and affectations of a film cowboy but had not yet learned to play the guitar. That was a minor detail, the singer assured the folklorists. Another Dust Bowler, years later describing her marriage at age 17, said of her young husband’s ambitions, “Like most Okies, he was a musician.”

Petric, who has been holding folk-music jam sessions in her San Francisco home for 40 years and still “harvests” folk music, acknowledges that the Central Valley was one of her earliest repositories. “(Among the) songs that particularly impressed me (was) one that was given to me by a camp manager … written on the back of an old grocery bag,” said Petric, who got only brief glimpses of the migrants at play. “It was a version of one of the great murder ballads called ‘The Waco Girl’ in the version I got.” Among other names, essentially the same song was known as “The Knoxville Girl,” suggesting the Appalachia-to-Southwest path that folk music in general had taken in the previous century – and had now taken to the West.

Despite the widespread poverty, many labor-camp households had a musical instrument or were able to eventually come up with one. “Everybody wanted to play and sing,” said Jimmy Phillips, who moved into the Arvin camp with his family in 1945 and lived there until 1953. “Every household had some kind of an instrument. And they would play. A guitar, a harmonica, a mandolin or a fiddle -- something.”

People would sit on their porches, such as they were, and strum or fiddle into the evening, he said. Phillips, whose stepfather was a farm-labor contractor and could afford a little more than most, bought the boy a drum set when he was 8. Phillips, whose grandmother was full-blooded Oklahoma Chickasaw, always credited those bloodlines for the drumming ability that eventually took him into the Hollywood recording studios of Capitol Records. But his instrument of choice didn’t make him popular back at the labor camp. “They let me practice until 11 o’clock at night,” Phillips said. “(The next morning) everybody around us, the neighbors, they’d say, ‘You like to drove us nuts.’”

Most weekend days during the early post-war years, younger residents of the Sunset labor camp, as the Arvin labor camp was also known, would walk a mile east to mingle with migrant workers from the squatters’ camps around the town of Weedpatch, which was not much more than a single rural intersection in the middle of acres of table-grape vineyards. They would meet, hundreds of them, at a business called the Collins Auction.

“This is how it began,” Phillips said. “You have all these people that’s migrated here from Oklahoma and they’re squatted there (in tents on private land all around Weedpatch) … A lot of them people would go up and they’d listen to Billy Mize and Bill Woods … come out and play. Man, I’m tellin’ you, it would be like a dream for me and many of the others, just to go up and listen to ‘em. And you would think, man, one of these days, this is gonna work, we’re gonna get to get in and do this (ourselves).”

Some of them did.

The war

Widely overlooked in the interlocking lore of the Dust Bowl migration and Bakersfield honky-tonk music is the central role of World War II, a force for population movement and interregional cultural exchange of a magnitude the country had never seen before. Typical was the story of Bill Woods, a singer and bandleader who came to Kern County the way many Southwesterners did in the mid-to late-1940s: By way of the war-era Pacific Coast shipyards. Raised in the West Texas oil fields, the son of a Pentecostal minister, he learned to play the guitar by listening to and playing alongside the Mexican family that lived in the tent next door.

His family moved to Arvin in the 1930s, and when the war broke out Woods headed north to Richmond and got a job as a boilermaker, first for Kaiser Steel and then for U.S. Steel. After work and on weekends he performed with a Western Swing band. By 1944 he had his own group.
As great an impact as the Dust Bowl migrations had on the redistribution of America’s population, World War II’s was far greater. Between 1940 and 1947, some 25 million people, or 21 percent of the total population, migrated to another state or county looking for new opportunities in either the military or the civilian sector. By comparison, only 13 percent moved during 1935-40 and even less in the half-decade before that.

During the early war years (1940-43) rural areas of the U.S. lost more than 5 million residents. All regions of the country lost population except the West, where – owing to the burgeoning opportunities in wartime shipyards and aircraft factories -- the population grew by 14 percent between 1940 and 1947. The San Diego area grew fastest (by 110 percent) but the San Francisco Bay area, and especially the East Bay cities of Oakland, Alameda and once-tiny Richmond, was second among West Coast metropolitan areas with an increase of nearly 40 percent. As was the case during the Dust Bowl migrations, a huge portion of the new wartime labor force, 29 percent, came from four states: Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas and Louisiana. And as was demonstrated during that earlier migration, the newcomers brought their culture with them, specifically their country music.

The Bay Area was not particularly a hotbed for country music in 1942 but that changed soon enough. Radio announcer Cactus Jack was hugely popular, as were Bob Nolan and the Sons of the Pioneers, who were regulars in East Bay ballrooms. Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys, who permanently moved their base from Texas to California in 1943, but saw no need to change their name, played in Oakland four times in 1944, appearing before sellout crowds of 19,000 that topped the likes of Harry James, Tommy Dorsey and Benny Goodman.

On one hand, the music reinforced the fundamental values of all American society. On the other, it sometimes dealt with booze, broads, broken romances and the stress of urbanization in general. In any case, it had mass appeal.

Many second-tier Bay area performers had, or would soon have, significant southern San Joaquin Valley connections. Dave Stogner served a tour of duty in Europe, then went home to east Texas only to find that virtually his entire family had come west to work in the shipyards. He followed them to California but found his calling on the country-swing stages of the East Bay. His Richmond-based Arkansawyers were among the most popular bands of the time and place, and years later he hosted country-music television shows in Fresno and Bakersfield.

Woods, who moved to the East Bay at about the same time, landed a job in Richmond with fiddler Elwin Cross, leading to an opportunity heading his own Texas Stars. “Richmond was really hot then,” Woods once said. “There and Santa Monica was the hottest places goin’.”

Within a few years Woods was in the southern San Joaquin Valley, recruiting performers like Ferlin Husky and Cousin Herb Henson to the barn-dance halls and honky-tonks of Bakersfield. By 1952, Woods – later immortalized in the Merle Haggard song “Bill Woods From Bakersfield” – was fronting a rockabilly band at Bakersfield’s notorious Blackboard featuring Texas-by-way-of-Arizona migrant Buck Owens.

Southern black culture also gained a major foothold in the East Bay during the war years, with a Southern brand of blues distinctly different from the more indigenous variations gradually gaining prominence there. But in the decade following the war, whites left the East Bay in greater numbers than blacks. Between 1957 and 1959, only 46 percent of white war-housing residents remained in Richmond, compared with 56 percent of blacks. Whites moved to the suburbs or back home to the Midwest and South – or they moved into the Central Valley, where similar cultures were already well entrenched.

Once again, the war had brought young men from different parts of the country into close proximity. Population shifts, industrial and economic expansion, and the emotional temperament of the war years were factors as well. Military training camps were particularly efficient incubators. A soldier could stroll past a long row of taverns along a street in Biloxi, Mississippi, and follow Ernest Tubbs’ “Try Me One More Time” verse by verse through the open doors.

Helping bridge the gap back in Bakersfield during the war years was Leon Payne, “the Blind Troubadour” from Alba, Texas, who had a program on KERN-AM. By the late ‘40s every radio station in town had at least one country-and-western program, and KAFY, which became home to Woods, was all country. The Western Swing of Cooley and Wills helped attract non-Okies to the country genre – people who might otherwise have listened to Tommy Dorsey and Benny Goodman. By the time Buck Owens got his first job at the Blackboard in 1951 alongside Woods, Okie music had transmogrified into California country.

World War II had helped diffuse tastes in country music. GIs and defense workers redistributed it far and wide, not only throughout the United States but to Europe and even Japan. By the 1960s, it had become not the music of a region but of a class – largely lower-middle-class, almost entirely white, blue collar, and over 30. Back in the 1940s, these Okies had been overwhelmingly populist in their economic outlook, having benefited from the programs of Franklin Roosevelt and the New Dealers, but by the 1960s, threatened by the civil rights agenda of liberal Democrats, they had become increasingly conservative.

A war and nearly a decade intervened between the labor camps of the Central Valley and the honky-tonks of Kern County. And in that decade a new crop of West Coast stars emerged – Merle Travis, Dude Martin, Hank Penny, Joe Maphis, Bob Wills, Spade Cooley and many others – stars that California Okies of the early 1950s would come to emulate and appreciate along with the Southwestern traditions they (or their parents) had brought West.

The honky-tonks

The forerunners of the Bakersfield honky-tonk included places like the Pioneer Club, a dingy bar near the end of Arvin’s commercial strip. These saloons catered mostly to men, most of them farm workers, but on Saturday night there might be a band and dancing couples – an encouraging sight for married couples and women who might otherwise be reluctant participants.

Evangelical churches in the valley’s agricultural areas made their Okie associations clear in subtle ways and, as James Gregory writes, many saloons did likewise, with “rude décor” and often a name that suggested Southwestern heritage – the Texhoma Club, for example. These clubs were often rough, in keeping with the Celtic cultural tradition that accompanied the bloodlines of many Okies. Fights were common in Dust Bowl-era Central California saloons from the start.

And of course there was the music. Saloons catering to the white farm workers of the valley invariably featured jukeboxes packed with music, which, until Billboard began charting the genre in 1941 (first calling it “western,” then “folk,” then, finally in 1949, “country and western”), had always been called “hillbilly.”

Historically honky-tonks were associated with East Texas oil fields. Before long oil towns in California hosted beer joints that could have been plucked from those environs. Agricultural communities got the hang of the concept quickly, and in Bakersfield, which had an abundance of both industries, it was a natural.

The honky-tonks in Bakersfield tended to serve the non-agricultural working classes. There was the Blackboard, the Lucky Spot and the Clover Club, to name only the most famous, but many others dotted the south end of Union Avenue, toward Arvin. These, like the Rhythm Rancho, the Beardsley Ballroom, the open-air Rhythm Roundup and the all-ages Rainbow Garden, tended to serve white farm laborers and blue-collar workers. Most were safe, but a few of them, especially where oilfield workers were the chief patrons, could be violent places. As singer-songwriter Tommy Collins, an Oklahoma-to-Bakersfield transplant, once said, “The night spots in Bakersfield might well be called the ‘redneck, scared-to-death, honky-tonk, skull orchard, barely-making-a-living places of Okie entertainment.”

No honky-tonk better epitomized the scene than the Blackboard, a saloon that not only brought big-name acts to Bakersfield but gave the increasingly distinct local sound its first doses electric guitar and other rock ‘n’ roll influences. One of its owners, Joe Limi, was a short, stocky Italian who had come to the United States as a 9-year-old. He met his partner-to-be, Frank Zabaleta, before the war while driving a truck for his family’s liquor distributorship. Zabaleta, a tall, good-natured California-born Basque, had worked at a liquor store on Limi’s route. They bought the Blackboard together in 1949 and by 1951 it was the hottest country-music club in Bakersfield.

When the musical landscape changed in 1954, with the advent of Elvis Presley, Carl Perkins and Little Richard, the Blackboard changed with it – another cultural adaptation that generally did not, and perhaps could not have taken place elsewhere. In fact, Nashville – by now the industry’s headquarters thanks to people like Fred Rose and Hank Williams, was quite worried about these new developments. Bakersfield, in the best traditions of Southwestern country music and Okie stubbornness, embraced them.

Before1954, blues and Negro music -- long shaping forces in country music -- had limited their contributions to older country blues, jazz and ragtime. Now the newer rhythm and blues styles, handed along from black culture, exerted their influence. Rock ‘n’ roll represented “the fusion of country with rhythm and blues,” D.K. Wilgus writes, and, though it eventually grew away from country, the new music left the older style irrevocably changed.

Clubs like the Blackboard adopted rock ‘n’ roll and its rockabilly cousin without so much as a figurative blink. Phillips, the drummer raised at the Arvin federal labor camp, is a good example of the open-mindedness of the day among performers. During his career as an active musician Phillips -- who now runs a barber shop in Tehachapi – played in an all-black Bakersfield blues band, the Jivin’ Kingsmen, in the mid-‘50s; was a member of Jolly Jody and the Go-Daddies, the most popular Bakersfield rock ‘n’ roll band of the late 1950s and early 1960s; and appeared regularly on the five-afternoons-per-week Bakersfield television show hosted Western Swing fiddler Jimmy Thomason in the late 1960s. In between, he recorded with country artists like Dick Curless, Ronnie Sessions, Tommy Collins, Red Simpson, Barbara Mandrell and Merle Haggard.

Dust Bowl circumstances didn’t merely have profound affects on country musicians; they influenced rockers as well. Roy Buchanan, who was born in Arkansas in 1939 and whose family moved permanently to California’s Central Valley in 1945, predated Stevie Ray Vaughan by a full decade as America’s premier high-voltage blues-rock guitarist. His family lived in the Porterville labor camp and later in Pixley, a microscopic farm town 40 miles up Highway 99 from Bakersfield. Buchanan visualized his guitar chops while lying next to the living room radio, idolizing some of the same musicians Merle Haggard did.

“In the little house out in the field at Pixley’s edge, an inexpensive radio set brought all this music (of 1940s country and Western Swing stars) into the Buchanans’ home, as in millions of homes across the West,” biographer Phil Carson writes. “In the Buchanans’ humble household one’s appreciation for music was sharpened by the lack of other diversions. … Forty years later Roy Buchanan would specifically recall staying up late and hearing ‘Step It Up and Go’ … Leroy probably heard the Maddox Brothers and Rose version in 1947, which featured a young buck on guitar named Roy Nichols,” who would later settle in Bakersfield and record extensively with Haggard.

Nostalgia and vilification

The honky-tonk music of the post-war era held fast to the same nostalgic images of home, mother and farm that poor Southwesterners had brought to California half a generation before. But the honky-tonkers turned the equation upside down and, in effect, vilified city life. To a greater extent than ever before, the typical scene in the country ballad became the urban bar or honky-tonk where one went to escape the hubbub and complexities of urban life – such as an oilfield, even if it were only a 10-minute drive out of town. The honky-tonk scene, with its jukebox and neon lights, must have been reassuring to many of the thousands of Southwestern migrants who found adjustment to city life challenging.

Songs like “The Wild Side of Life” by Hank Thompson, “Bright Lights and Country Music,” by Bill Anderson and “Your Girl’s Gonna Go Bad,” by Tammy Wynette exude that sentiment, but it’s significant to observe that some of the more noteworthy country-music compositions denouncing the soullessness of city environments were composed by Bakersfield performers with Dust Bowl-era roots.

One of the first popular denunciations of city life from a rural perspective is in “Dim Lights, Thick Smoke (and Loud, Loud Music) which was written by Rose Lee and Joe Maphis. The song was inspired by the Maphises’ gigs at the Blackboard in Bakersfield. Like many such songs, it also reflects a challenged Evangelical moralism, with its references to a woman who will “never make a wife to a home lovin’ man” and who would “rather have a drink with the first guy you meet,” and whose “only home you know is the club down the street.”

Tommy Collins’s “High on a Hilltop” sees moral degradation in a city setting:

High on a hilltop overlooking the city,
I can see the bright lights as they gleam;
And somewhere you’re dancing in some dingy barroom,
And the lure of gayness takes the place of our dream


Generally, cities and towns of the American Southwest fared better in the eyes of country music songwriters during the war years, and afterward, than Northern and Eastern cities – a likely outgrowth of the nostalgia that dominated Dust Bowl-era musical themes. Northern cities were places of desolation and loneliness in the vernacular of country music, while southwestern towns and burgs — and sometimes even cities — were places of comfort and familiarity.

Bakersfield’s two greatest country music stars, Merle Haggard and Buck Owens, were as capable of taking shots at Northern cities as any of their contemporaries – Haggard in “The Sidewalks of Chicago,” about a wino living in mission, and in “Big City,” which chronicles the trap that large urban areas can be for displaced members of the rural underclass; and Owens in “I Wouldn’t Live in New York City If They Gave Me the Whole Dang Town,” and in “No Milk and Honey in Baltimore,” about the difficulties and disappointments of a factory worker. Conversely, Owens sings approvingly of the Texas city of Houston:

Houston town, oh Houston town,
How I love you Houston town;
When I get there I’m gonna kiss the ground,
That you stand on Houston town:

“The Streets of Bakersfield,” Owens’s greatest hit in the second half of his career (written by Oklahoman Homer Joy), achieves both: Disdain for the ridicule he as a Okie must endure, and a sort of bitter pride in his hardscrabble hometown and the established folk there who look down their noses. The result is a denunciation of city folk – even Bakersfield folk -- and that recurring Okie stubbornness, with decades-old roots.

You don't know me, but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield

But what’s an Okie to do, when that old rural life fades irretrievably into urban reality, and nostalgia for the farm becomes less than crisp in the memory? Find a new type of hero and manufacture a new, glorious exodus from the mundane: Celebrate the rootless long-haul truck driver. The trucker, as close to the modern cowboy as country music could supply in the late 1950s and early 1960s, is deified in songs by the likes of Dick Curless and Red Simpson as tough and independent, part of a proud fraternity, holding fast to old values within a new context. Part loner, part team-player, “the eighteen-wheel cowboy” is perhaps the closest thing to Gene Autry that a grown-up Dust Bowl boy could ever hope to approximate – financially stable, ever skirting disaster, invested with potential but always bound, for better or for worse, to that long, lonesome, unpredictable highway. Dust Bowl migrants, even those a generation removed, would always understand something very basic about highways.

Conclusions

The Okie culture was essential to the rise of the Bakersfield honky-tonk because, along with evangelical religion, social conservatism and ingrained individualism, country music gave that migrant group continuity, inspiration and influence. It lent that group of American Southwesterners a sense of identity, a moral imperative and a sense of purpose. Although Okie culture existed in California to an extent prior to the mid-1930s, the so-called Dust Bowl migration brought tens of thousands of newcomers to the not-so-Golden State – and just at a time when the music they brought with them was achieving its commercial and creative apex.

As important as the Dust Bowl migration was to the development of Bakersfield
(and California) music in the 1950s and 1960s, however, factors before and after the 1930s were also highly significant. The movement of American folk music and rural sensibilities through two centuries of growth and migration brought important cultural traditions to the West, and World War II essentially finished the job, bringing hundreds of thousands of men and women to the Pacific Coast, where many chose to stay – further homogenizing California culture as they settled in.

Still, the Dust Bowl has a well deserved place in the history of California cultural development. Timing was critical to the phenomenon. As James Gregory has observed, the unique problems and passions of that decade created the Okie crisis and, perhaps, “created” Okies. “Had the hostile reception that forced many Southwesterners into the position of social outsiders been absent,” Gregory writes, “would there have been an Okie subculture? Certainly not the same one.”

Now, consider the life of the established Okie in the mid-1950s to early-1960s – hard-nosed and determined but still possessing a chip of sorts on his shoulder – in an environment that publicly celebrates all of those things. Add a strong economy, and post-War sense of triumph, patriotism, and optimism, a somewhat higher standard of living than the previous generation experienced, and the free-wheeling, honky-tonk lifestyle seems a reasonable outgrowth of a strongly defined Okie culture. Postwar America in general was ready to embrace some of the same values.

The result was one of those rare confluences of people, place and time, an amalgam of talent, opportunity and purpose that built Bakersfield – fleetingly, in retrospect – into a city transformed by music. If country music was, in the words of James Gregory, “the single most important source of group integrity, the essential language of the Okie subculture,” no city was more fluent than Bakersfield.

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This article received the Cal State Bakersfield Dean's Award for Outstanding Graduate Paper in June 2006.