Carolina Chocolate Drops "Cornbread and Butterbeans"


Okay…I consistently hear black folks say they don’t like country music, but this modern-hip trio just might make you rethink your position! I know, a music post might seem slightly off topic at first glance, but this song, and many others like it, actually refer to a relationship African-Americans had with the land that was also connected to the ways we related to our food, and ultimately to one another.

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“…ride the mule and ‘cut the fool’ and love begin’ all over…”

Enjoy!

Thanks Obafemi Origunwa for passing on the link!


7 Thoughts on “Carolina Chocolate Drops "Cornbread and Butterbeans"”

  • Rue,

    Big smiles over here… country watermelon smiles, as a matter of fact. I had not thought of the music in terms of the way we used to live closer to the land, but how true it is!
    Once upon a time, not more than 2 generations ago, our families lived exclusively off the fat of the land; soap, clothes, vegetable gardens, chickens, MUSIC was largely home grown.
    Cornbrean, butterbeans, live music under a full moon (like the one we just had!) and good company are the makings of a good time. Maybe we should conjure a monthly Corbread & Butterbeans Moonlit party in the country!

    • Obafemi, you are completely on point! The outdoors was the domain of our grandparents, who are not ancestrally distant from where and who we are today.

      If you have a “Cornbread and Butterbeans” party – Im’a be there fo’ sho’!!!

  • Thanks Rue,
    You know they are going to be here in San Francisco for the Jazz Fest. And as we are in the seasons of the Ancestors from the Day of the Dead to a ritual my community holds every year http://www.ileorunmilaoshun.org how appropriate for us to celebrate the music of our ancestors. I know I grew up in the South and spent most of my time with my grandfather who would always have a pan of cornbread made in a skillet and beans on the stove. I would sit with him on the porch while he strummed his ukele that he made out of a cigar box and sang storys of growing up on a farm in Gonzales Texas. All praises to our ancestors and the healing relationship some of them had with the land beyond slavery.

  • I had no idea this band was going to be in my neck of the woods! I just might check them out! My parents were also Southern, “down home” folks, who adopted me later in life, so I had the benefit of an outdoor-connected lifestyle — which I have to admit, I did not always appreciate. But in the years since my parents have passed away, I came to understand the complexity of their lives, and every bit that reminds me of them touches my heart deeply — and this song did just that.

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