What's Your Hustle?
Making a living playing the blues is a bitch
at best. If you work real hard and get a good gig touring, it seems
like you could possibly hit the poverty level — if you are really lucky.
Forget about health insurance or a car newer than 15 years old. If you’re
not touring, the only way to make it is to have some kind of hustle
on the side. Something to make ends meet when the gigs get slow.
A few bluesmen work day gigs and
play nights and weekends. Johnny LittleJohn, for instance, ran a car
repair shop on Chicago’s West Side. Little Arthur Duncan did concrete
work. Magic Slim was a welder, Hip Linkchain a spray painter. Little
Smokey Smothers was a carpenter. Jimmy Lee Robinson drives a cab. The
list goes on and on.
At some point you just get too old
to go out and play a gig at night, get in at three a.m. and have to
get up in three hours to leave for work. If the drinking and hanging
out in bars doesn’t kill you, the lack of sleep probably will. That’s
where having a good hustle comes into play.
Sunnyland Slim was a good pool hustler,
but he was also known to pick up loads of scrap metal to sell, and at
one time owned a combination radio and TV repair place. Now that I think
about it, I really don’t remember anyone repairing television sets there
— I think his main source of income there was the kids playing video
games. I went over one day to hang out with Sunnyland and Little Brother
Montgomery, and all I heard all day was, "Hey mister, gimme a solid
quarter."
Probably the most common hustle
was simply to find a woman to support you. That way you can concentrate
only on your music and not have to worry about paying any bills.
Unfortunately that only works for
so long. Usually until the woman figures out you are using her, so it’s
a constant battle trying to find a new woman to pick up the slack where
the old one left off. In the end that may be more work than a day gig.
A lot of guys become pimps and/or drug dealers to be able to play music
full time. I guess it’s better off not to name names in that category
— I’d like to live to see tomorrow.
One drummer who was working on the
road with a famous blues singer used to take his prostitutes with him
on the road and let them work in the town where they were playing. Not
only was he making more money than the bandleader, he was taking in
more than the entire bands salary per night! He had the whores drivin’
him around in his big Cadillac, ridin’ in style.
Some guys took a more unique approach
to hustling a dollar. One of these guys was my friend, Murphy D. Murphy
was a rock solid bass player who worked with some of everyone, including
the late Little Junior Parker. Murphy’s hustle was so slick even I didn’t
even catch on to it until his nephew, guitarist Sam Goode, hipped me.
What Murphy would do was take up a collection from the musicians in
a club to get a pint of liquor to go. Drinks in the bar itself were
too expensive for a musician to afford to drink all night, but a pint
was only a couple of bucks to go.
Murphy would find three or four
guys, collect a dollar or so from each and go get a bottle. What he
was doing was collecting four or five dollars a bottle and pocketing
the change. During the coarse of the night he might could collect $15
dollars, which was about what a gig would pay at that time — and he’d
get the liquor free, too!
Drummer Dino Alvarez’s business
card read: "Master in Music," also Auto repair, Burglar alarms,
Jewelry, Boss DJ and entertainment specialist." Man, he had all
the bases covered. When I lived in California they were hustlin’ too,
although on a higher scale. Drummer Alvin Sykes business card reads:
Alvin Sykes – Drummer – SS Band, Morgan Lodge 16, Funeral Directors
Lic. 225, Embalmer’s Lic. 7177, Diamonds-Gold Jewelry, Wholesale/Retail,
SF General Hospital Director of Pathology." Whew. If that wasn’t
enough, the cat was into real estate, too.
Harmonica George was another one
with a unique hustle. He would hang out at the Delta Fish Market or
Maxwell Street selling his homemade air fresheners. Going by the name
of Dr. Smell Good, George would take a bunch of little homemade, voodoo-doll-looking
things and dip them in some kind or liquid air freshener or "pimp
oil" from the auto parts store and sell them as air fresheners.
I really don’t know what he was soaking them in, but man, did they smell
awful. Kind of like the can of Jinx Remover spray I bought on Maxwell
Street for a dollar.
Big Smokey Smothers had an interesting
hustle. I would frequently run into him on 43rd Street riding his old,
beat-up balloon-tired bicycle selling ice cream bars to the neighborhood
children.
Eddie C. Campbell was not without
his hustles. I can remember many a time running into Eddie in a club.
He would have a four-inch-thick bundle of 20-dollar bills, looking for
someone to play the street card game, Three Card Monte. It’s played
with three cards, two the same and one different. Your job is to guess
which one is the different one while they shuffle the cards around.
It is kind of like the shell game.
Of course, they always bend the corner of the card and then switch which
one has the bent corner to fool you into thinking you have the right
one. Usually this is played for $20 a pop, and two guys work in pairs.
The partner may just happen to walk up while you are looking and decide
to play. He’ll win big to sucker you into thinking you can, too. They
just split your money 50/50. If the partner isn’t around, usually they
will let you win the first hand to draw you in. I bet I got about $100
of Eddie before he figured out that I never bet more than the first
hand.
Last but not least is my good friend
Leon. Leon lives in a more rural area in a small town just south of
Chicago. His has got to be one of the funniest hustles I have heard
of. During the winter months in his area there is a big problem with
raccoons in his area. Wanting to get warm, usually they will climb up
a bush or tree and get on a roof and burrow their way in to a attic
of a home. Leon places a small ad in the local paper offering his services.
Leon’s hustle is trapping the raccoons. What’s funny is that there isn’t
enough work, so Leon traps the raccoons and tells the customer he is
going to release it in a forest preserve miles away. Actually, he drives
just out of sight of the house and releases the raccoon in a neighboring
yard. The raccoon goes back to the same house, and Leon gets another
call to remove another raccoon and make another couple of dollars.
What’s my hustle? Yeah, I’m hustlin,’
too. Between running a recording studio, producing records and song-writing
demos, playing live gigs and remodeling apartments 60 hours a week,
my schedule is full up, not to mention writing this column.
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