There are so many musicians I admire...
all of the Pogues included, of course...
One musician I've grown to love through
my 78 collection is
Riley Puckett.

I saw this picture of Riley in a Hit
Parader magazine when I was a kid,
and I laughed and laughed. I thought
he looked like the exact opposite of
everything I thought was cool. I cut
the picture out and put it in one of
my wall-size collages beside a picture
of Keith Richards.
Decades later I've fallen under the spell
of old-timey music, suffering from Harry
Smith Syndrome, and Riley's version of
"Old Joe Clark" has become one of my
all-time favorite songs. It's one of those
scratchy old 1920's 78s that sound like a
long distance call from somewhere faaaaar
away. If you close your eyes you're transported.
The lyrics are surreal:
Old Joe Clark he had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in his old head
was a mile and a quarter round The flipside is "Jesse James".

Riley, known as "The Hillbilly Caruso" for his unique voice, was born in Georgia and blinded in early childhood.
He was also lead guitarist for the hillbilly supergroup of the 1920s and 30s,
Gid Tanner & The Skillet Lickers.
It's always struck me as amazing that so many of the
musicians I love,from Gid and Riley to Robert Johnson,
played on street corners for nickles and often played to
crowds of a dozen or less - yet their music still lives, still
moves, still resonates.
Disclaimer: These are my opinions and not fact as realised in these here United States, lest I give my friends the idea that everyone thinks like me.