Interlude: The Murder Ballad (1938)
Todayâs post is an âInterludeâ post, because we take a break from our normal cycle of exploring individual songs or song themes, and take a look at related works of art in other performance media. Although todayâs post involves a landmark song of its own, âMurder Balladâ by Jelly Roll Morton, Becky focuses our attention today on a recent dance performance inspired by Mortonâs song. – Ed.
I recently heard about a dance piece, The Murder Ballad (1938), to be performed at the Roy and Edna Disney/CalArts Theater (REDCAT) in Los Angeles. I had to see it, of course. Experimental theatre and murder ballads?  That is like a peanut butter cup of awesome in my book. The piece is a two-person dance performance choreographed to Jelly Roll Mortonâs dirty, 30-minute, âMurder Ballad,â which was originally recorded by Alan Lomax in a whiskey-soaked session with Morton in 1938. The Murder Ballad was created by the Los Angeles-based theater collective, Poor Dog Group, âa collective of theater makers committed to collaboratively developing original theater through critiques of history and found source material that speaks to the current political and social landscape.â
They certainly deliver in this instance. Hereâs what PDG has to say about The Murder Ballad:
âWith a murky mix of desire, jealousy and emancipatory yearning, Poor Dog Group’s latest movement-based work gives forceful physical life to Jelly Roll Morton’s legendary 1938 recording. Originally performed in the brothels of New Orleansâ steamy Storyville district, Morton’s song revels in the nastiness of its heroineâs voice, whose feral physical energy lays claim to the violent impulses of a woman betrayed. The Murder Ballad delves into the myth of female madness and racialized representations of sexuality.â
Other murder ballad-based theater or performance art productions Iâve seen present very straightforward approaches to the material. Poor Dogâs work was much more nuanced, and gave it a reason to be theatricalized. They didnât turn it into a living room drama, or stage a music video showing you what happened as the words tell you the same information. They did what they set out to do –Â critique current political and social landscapes.
Mortonâs âMurder Balladâ – NSFW
Before we go any further about the dance production, let me say a few words about the song itself; not a normal MBM âdeep dive,â but enough to prepare you for whatâs ahead, and to understand what Poor Dog achieves in their performance.
I first listened to âMurder Balladâ alone, over headphones. The song starts hot, sweaty, and slow; like youâre settling onto a brothel bar stool waiting for a good long story to unfold. You nod along, stirring smoke with your whiskey numb head, toes tapping along for balance. Itâs nice, sexy, but only temporarily so.
Very soon, you realize that the lyrics in the song pull no punches. If you donât like profanity, donât listen. If you canât handle vulgarity, this songâs not for you ⌠pearls will be clutched! But, if you like a good nasty story thatâs not afraid to go deep blue ⌠hold onto your curls, girls. Jelly Roll uses the C word. The C word! IN 1938! What happened to ‘Horsefeathers!’?! The first time I heard the F word, I kind of wasn’t sure I actually did. âExcuse me? Was that âŚ? I must have heard that wrong. Oh. Oh yeah. He definitely said the F word.â And the B word, and well, then its pretty much every other word is a curse. It gets downright pornographic. Just that was an interesting experiment in composure, to share this listening experience with an audience.