The Dozens: A History of Rap's Mama, by Elijah Wald
We know the practice dates back to the early 20th Century, although most scholars believe it dates back to slave days and was likely brought over from Africa (Wald and the researchers he cites are perplexed about why the common West African practice of greeting a friend by saying "Your mother's cunt" didn't make it to the States). But of course, everything before the early 20th Century is obscured by the clouds of time. There is no record of it, as nobody really believed African American folklore to be something worth preserving or studying. And the early accounts of the practice are further obscured by the perspectives and agendas of those recording them. Wald takes an inquisitive, scholarly approach to his material, which may seem a bit dry compared to the more sensationalist writing of certain authors I've recently read, but ends up being more satisfying and, ultimately, interesting.
The dozens feeds into popular entertainment from an early date. Jellyroll Morton talks about hearing a song in Chicago sometime around 1908 called "The Dirty Dozens." Played on piano, it's a long song with improvised insult verses and a refrain of "Your mama don't wear no draws." In minstrel shows, dozens insults are incorporated into the routines of black (and probably white blackface) comedians, and possibly musical routines. This serves as a good demonstration of why it's futile to try to distinguish "authentic" folklore from commercial pop: it's entirely possible that, by the time anyone began making any record of the dozens, the practice had already been influenced by the commercial performance version of this art form. In 1929, Speckled Red recorded a song called "The Dirty Dozen," a bowdlerized version of a song he used to perform at work camp barrellhouses, probably a descendent of the song Jelly Roll Morton had heard. The original version he had performed live was, of course, unrecordable at the time, but years later he would play it for a field recording session. But the "clean" version became a hit, and the dozens meshed with the blues forever, just as they would eventually mesh with hip hop.
I'm not going to say much more about the book, but if you want a new take on blues, rap or black comedy, this is a rich book that takes you down some interesting paths.
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