The
Night Of Gloria’s Night-With One Huddie Leadbetter In Mind
By
Lester Lannon
“You
know Washington is kind of behind the times, kind of behind Boston, New York,
and San Francisco on this folk revival that has been sweeping up college
students around the country,” Selena Ryan told her friend, and the woman who
was putting her up for the weekend, Gloria Davis as they walked up Wisconsin
and 32nd Street in Georgetown heading to the Pig& Calf
Coffeehouse where they were to hear Billy Bottoms doing his covers of the great
Lead Belly and Woody Guthrie songs. Truth to tell Gloria did not know who Billy
Bottoms was, nor who Lead Belly or Woody Guthrie were either and while she did
not consider herself a square when it came to such cultural affairs she was as
likely to follow the trends of her college generation (she Georgetown, Class of
1964, and Selena Boston University, same year). The problem was, as Selena had
put the matter in a nutshell, that in all of Northeast Washington, meaning
college Washington, meaning either Georgetown or George Washington University
both located only a stone’s throw from the Pig &Calf that establishment was the only known
coffeehouse which catered to the folk revival in the whole city. And so Gloria’s
not knowing the previously mentioned names was not an oddity in itself but
reflected the back-water nature of D.C. in this folk revival thing.
The
Pig & Calf moreover had only been established about six month before when
Selena’s friend, Michael Greenleaf, who owned Mike’s across the street from the
Village Vanguard in New York City decided that D.C. was becoming a center of
attraction for college students and that setting up a coffeehouse with all the
cheap date perks that had become associated with such establishments had become
a financial possibility. Those students were coming into town to support the
civil right workers working down further south and increasingly coming down on
the Boston-Washington corridor to protest nuclear proliferation and other
social issues at the Washington Monument and the White House. Hence Selena’s
presence here this night the first chance she had gotten to check the place out
since it opened. Bringing Gloria, her best friend from high school and
something of a social butterfly at social butterfly Georgetown (except the
School of Diplomacy), was meant to get the word out that while rock and roll
was still cool a new form of music was coming down the lane. Or really as the
playlist that Billy had sent Selena a few days before suggested an old form of music
for new listeners was coming down the pike and combined with the political
activism might have a long-term effect on the world.
Selena
had been shocked when Gloria didn’t know who Billy was, got a further shock
when she didn’t know what a coffeehouse was, at least the latest incarnation of
the institution that really went back to seventeenth century England as place
for the advanced element to hang out and communicate with each other. Selena
had spent about an hour earlier that afternoon explaining the evolving
etiquette of the folk scene. Number one was to sip the damn coffee slowly to
insure that you could keep your place at the table in places like the Pig&
Calf where there was no cover charge. And hence the charm of such places in
college towns when guys who didn’t have much money could take a date, a cheap
date out and spent a couple of hours or more (depending on how fast that coffee
was sipped) for no more that the price of a couple of exotic expressos (which
allowed one to sip very slowly since they provided such a rush) and maybe a
shared brownie or other pastry. Throw a couple of bucks in the “basket” (which
could be a hat or tin cup) for the performer since this was their “pay” and
done. Gloria, used to the more cosmopolitan dining out at decent restaurants
with dates who had dough enough to spring for such fare had to laugh as Selena
in all seriousness described the “etiquette.” But she was determined to be
good-natured about the upcoming event and so let Selena rattle on.
As
they approached the Pig& Calf Selena could see that Mike was at the door
controlling the flow into the coffeehouse although unlike a Saturday night in
Boston or New York there was no line going half-way up the street. (That had
been how Mike had originally gotten his start across from the Village Vanguard
as the folk revival picked up steam and lines formed in that establishment to
get in and the overflow would head to Mike’s which was nice and with no cover.
In fact in the Village directions to Mike’s place were identified as “Mike’s
across the street from the Village Vanguard.”) Mike seated them up close to the
small stage in front of the house at a table for two and Selena ordered two
expressos for them (an item Gloria had never had before. They decided to hold
off on the brownie until they were hungry later.).
A
few moments later Billy Bottom came out with guitar in hand and sat down on a
stool with a mic set-up in front and began to tune up his guitar to start his
first set. Selena had failed to tell Gloria that despite his being a
folk-singer and hence wearing the traditional flannel shirt, blue jeans,
sandals, and longish hair that he had the sexiest bedroom blue eyes she had
seen lately and a nice built too unlike the idea she had formed from what
Selena had told her about male folk performers. She was fixated on what he was
doing as he started strumming his first song- Woody’s Pretty Boy Floyd and she noticed that he was giving her a couple of
peeks too and a wicked smile. That went on through the first set, mainly an
alternating mix between Woody and Lead Belly ending with Huddy’s Good Night, Irene.
After
the completion of the first set (the first of three-traditional in one
performer coffeehouses as Gloria found out that night) Selena, who had known
Billy since her weekend trips to the Village when he played at Mike’s and had
had a very brief affair with him before she latched on to Sam Levine, a local
Boston poet, introduced them. After that Selena might have well have been on
another planet for all the conversation that got directed her way.
Nothing
happened between Gloria and Billy that night but he was invited over to her
apartment the next afternoon before Selena headed back to Boston. Ever ready
with a song he played Lead Belly’s Bourgeois
Blues about how in the old days blacks coming up from down south had found
Washington an inhospitable town which made Gloria laugh. Well what else can one
say except that Billy and Gloria eventually hit the sheets. Oh yeah, and Gloria
took Selena’s place in conducting “classes” in coffeehouse etiquette for her
gang of friends at Georgetown. And also while they were waiting in the line
that went half-way up the street on Friday and Saturday nights to get into the
Pig &Calf.
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