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"The History of a Southern Heart: The Music of Kate Campbell"
by John Seel

“In each of us, in varying proportions, there is part of yesterday’s man; it is yesterday’s man who inevitably predominates us, since the present amounts to little compared with the long past in the course of which we were formed and from whom we result. Yet we do not sense this man of the past, because he is inveterate in us; he makes up the unconscious part of ourselves.” - Pierre Bourdieu

Southerners have a strong sense of place. In the songs of Kate Campbell one can smell the clay dirt roads of Georgia, one can picture the kudzu vines of North Carolina, feel the uncontrollable force of the great river of Mississippi. This is tactile music from the heart of a woman who understands the meaning of heritage and home.

I’m going south of everything
Where the air is sweet and church bells ring
Back where I come from, back where I belong
Down where the sun shines in the rain
And life goes by from a front porch swing
You can keep the bitter cold
I’m gonna go south of everything

Contemporary Americans have lost a sense of place. Like fiddler crabs we scurry from one suburban domicile to another. It’s an ersatz world of designer identities; superficial and terribly the same. It is even eroding what it means to be a Southerner.

“Old Orlando is lined with toney shops and gaslights. It’s cobble stoned streets give the impression of history reclaimed. But it’s not. It, like much of America, is a Disneyfied fraud. There never was an old downtown Orlando; it is simply a mythic facade used as a setting for tourism. Welcome to the New South.

It’s getting hard to find good grits and gravy
I know you know just what I’m talking about
Well that’s the price you have to pay for progress
And to be living in the new south

We traded our boots for Italian loafers
And Bichon Frises are our new hounds
Thanks to Disney World and Coca-Cola
We’re finally living in the new south

But Walmart and McDonald’s cannot erase the importance of place. It gets into our pores and shapes our identities. American Christians have little appreciation for context and physicality’for the weight of the doctrines of creation and incarnation. We are not autonomous individuals shaped somehow by reductionistic rationality. Our identity is derived from our families and from the places we in habit. We are embodied history. Which is why the sins of fathers are passed down from generation to generation. We don’t know who we are until we know where we’ve come from. For many, homelessness is more than the product of geographic mobility; it is rooted in historic amnesia. Home is ground zero of selfhood.

Kate Campbell is a Southern singer/songwriter. Raised the daughter of a Baptist minister in Mississippi, her music is rooted in the glories, ambiguities and sorrows of the American South. Musically, she is compared to Mary Chapin Carpenter, Nanci Griffith, and Lucinda Williams. Her narrative songs’ “post card fiction” are compared to William Faulkner, Flannery O’Conner and Eurdora Welty. (“If Eudora Welty wrote songs, they would probably sound a lot like this,” writes the Boston Globe.) But such comparisons do Campbell no justice. Here as few have done before is a voice that captures the pain and promise of place.

Campbell’s career is also unique, begun at the age of 30 in 1991. She left a history faculty position at Middle Tennessee State University to pursue music. “I loved teaching, but when I turned 30,” she told the Nashville Scene, “I came to the conclusion that teaching was something I could come back to, that it was something I can do when I’m older. But if I was going to sing my songs, I had to give it a go now." As one reviewer commented, “The world needs teachers like Kate Campbell.” Her music is the history of a heart, ’the unconscious memory of a Southerner. Her seven albums are simple, honest, and powerful: Songs From the Levee (1995), Moonpie Dreams (1997), Visions of Plenty (1998), Rosaryville (1999), Wandering Strange (2001), Monument (2002), and Twang On a Wire (2003). These songs connect the mind and heart, the past and present, the particular and universal, the transient and eternal. They are soul food. Campbell quotes Flannery O’Conner on the liner notes of Rosaryville, “Art is something that one experiences alone and for the purpose of realizing in a fresh way through the senses the mystery of existence.” In contrast to a world filled with entertainment as diversion, one reviewer wisely noted, “You need this woman’s music in your life.”

Southerners also have a strong sense of heritage, but it is a checkered history. How does a child of the South connect his or her identity to a past that is filled with images of slavery and burning crosses? I write as a Southerner. Virginia is my adopted home. I honor the memory of its heroes, Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson. I cried at the recent film Gods and Generals. And yet, my own family was deeply involved in the alleviation of racism in the South. My grandfather served as the Secretary of Negro Work of the Southern Presbyterian Church and was the president of Stillman College in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, a historically black teaching institution. The administration building bears his name. I well remember, my father storming out of a little cafe located in a small town on the border of Florida and Georgia, when he read the words “We reserve the right to serve whomever we want” on the bottom of the menu. Having grown up on the mission field, it was my first memory of segregation. My father’s outrage has left a lasting impression.

I am also a student of history and history textbooks rarely describe the ambiguities of Southern culture. We’re PC now and paint history in simplistic black and white hues. How then is a Southerner to remember? How is the pride and shame to be faced?

These are questions Campbell, college history teacher turned folk singer, addresses. In her song, “Petrified House,” she tells the story of an aging woman living in a Southern downtown mansion, now surrounded by topless bars and strip malls. For her time has stood still, even as property taxes have whittled away her once expansive estate.

She believes that somehow that nothing has changed
Even though Sherman left Georgia in flames
Cotton’s still king and the south didn’t fall
As long as wisteria climbs up the wall

But as the South has changed, there is much that remains the same. It was only last summer that ex-Klansman, Bobby Frank Cherry, was convicted for the 1963 bombing of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama that took the life of four black little girls. The pain of the Civil Rights Movement is still fresh. Of these four girls, Campbell asks Jesus to take the collective pain on his own shoulders.

Four little girls dress up nice
Singing about Jesus, red and yellow, black and white
Dreaming of freedom across the land
And all God’s children walking hand in hand

One deadly blast shattered the peace
Making for a dark Sunday morning on Sixteenth Street
Who can explain such ignorant hate
When the violent bear it away

Bear it away, bear it away
Merciful Jesus, lift up our sorrow
Upon your shoulders and bear it away

In one of her most poignant and personal songs about her attitudes toward the South, “Looking Back,” from the album Rosaryville, she describes the importance of getting the history right and feeling fully both the triumph and tears of the Southern experience. This is wise advice, learned from study, reflection, and life.

I can still recall the night lightning burned the mansion down. We all stood in our pajamas on that hallowed Southern ground. When the flames had turned to ashes only blackened bricks remained and sixteen stately Doric columns there beneath a veil of gray. And it’s a long and slow surrender retreating from the past. It’s important to remember to fly the flag half-mast and look away. I was taught by elders wiser love your neighbors, love your God. Never saw a cross on fire; never saw an angry mob. I saw sweet magnolia blossoms. I chased lightning bugs at night. Never dreaming others saw our way of life in black and white. Part of me hears voices crying. Part of me can feel their weight. Part of me believes that mansion stood for something more than hate.

All of us are rooted in time and place. All our histories bear the scars of both fallenness and grace. Campbell traces these memories through the contours of her heart. In doing so, she helps each of us make our own connections and experience the deeper mysteries of existence. She doesn’t leave her listeners only with nostalgia and pathos. Campbell points beyond to our hearts’ true home.

John Seel is the headmaster of The Cambridge School of Dallas, a Christ-centered, classical college preparatory school. He is the author of Parenting Without Perfection: Being a Kingdom Influence in a Toxic World. He was formerly the Associate Director of the Institute for the Advanced Study of Culture at the University of Virginia. Kate Campbell’s CDs can be ordered from www.katecampbell.com.


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