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Murder Ballad of the Week, 4/27/15: Frankie Silver

Another murder ballad with lots of oral tradition behind it, linked below the video as usual.

The story involves ax murder and dismemberment of Charlie (Johnny) Silver by his wife Frankie, and subsequent burning of the body parts to destroy the evidence.

Frankie was hanged for her alleged crime.

Bobby McMillon’s interview: The Uncut Story of Frankie Silver

Epilogue to the Ballad of Frankie Silver

More about the Legend of Frankie Silver pt 1
More about the Legend of Frankie Silver pt 2

There’s a movement to have Frankie pardoned: Frankie & Charlie (Put a Stop to it)

Murder Ballad of the Week, 4/13/15: Tom Dooley

Wikipedia states that this is part of a broader genre of “sweetheart” murder ballads. I’m going to have to go ahead and disagree with that there. In no culture do we murder our sweethearts. Murdering a love interest is a sure sign of pathological narcissism. NOT LOVE.

Here’s Doc Watson’s version.  The oldest recorded version is by Grayson & Whittier in 1929.

There’s also a couple of video documentaries that discuss the story at the root of the song, linked below:

1. The Story of Tom Dooley

2. Terry Helton’s documentary, part 1
    Terry Helton’s documentary, part 2

Murder Ballad of the Week, 3/23/15: Where Did You Sleep Last Night

I can certainly respect Kurt Cobain’s choice of Leadbelly as his favorite artist. Leadbelly was one of the first country blues artists that took hold of my soul. Just one listen to Midnight Special, coupled with the knowledge of the roots of that song, and it’s likely to happen to you too.

I journeyed back in 1995 to Leadbelly’s grave, but that’s another story for another time.

Murder Ballad of the Week, 3/16/15: Frankie and Albert

Also known as Frankie and Johnny, as performed by other artists, this one is the story of a man who wins a dance competition with a woman other than his own, and when he returns home, he is shot in the stomach by his scorned woman. Infidelity? It was only dancing. But that’s enough for a scorned woman, and apparently Frankie had had enough at that point.