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Sure enough, Taylor's voice is a little softer than you'd expect from the blues belter who, in her most famous recording, assured us that she was "gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long." Somehow, you get the feeling that all Taylor's going to be able to pitch on this night is a shot of Nyquil and about 10 hours of sleep.
But, truthfully, it's really not that easy to tell when Taylor's under the weather, because the vocal rasp that would indicate a sore throat in someone else is actually Taylor's professional calling card. Her tonsil-shredding blues wails are so overpowering that for years some critics had a hard time with her records, believing that what was exciting live came off bombastic on a recording. It's a complaint that's been leveled from time to time against most of blues' wildest performers (from Howlin' Wolf to Bessie Smith). But Taylor has always followed her instincts, and trusted the purity of that big voice. It's a voice that she says revealed itself from the first time she guested with a blues band on the South Side of Chicago four decades ago.
"It was there early," Taylor says of her voice. "It wasn't as strong as it is now. But I've been doing this more than 30 years, and anything you do long enough, you either get better or worse. And the older I got, the stronger my voice got. But the bottom line is, it's like fine whiskey. The older it gets, the better it tastes."
For a second, Taylor's boast makes her sound like the character she plays onstage, the tough-talking blues matriarch who brags in the self-penned song "63 Year Old Mama": "There may be snow on the mountain/But there's fire under the hill."
You sense that other people saw this brassiness in Taylor before she saw it in herself. After legendary blues songwriter Willie Dixon signed her to Chess Records in 1962, the first song he wrote specifically for her to record was "I Got What It Takes." In this harmonica-driven track, Taylor lustily boasts, "I got the same thing that makes a bulldog break his chain." This record set the pattern for a string of cocky anthems, such as "Don't Mess With the Messer," "(I Got) All You Need" and "I Don't Care Who Knows."
But for all her onstage bravado, in conversation Taylor comes off as essentially humble, someone who works hard at her job and considers herself lucky that she's been able to endure. She recalls that Dixon taught her how to write her first songs, and helped her conquer her lack of confidence. "I told him that I could not write a song," she recalls. "But he said I could if I put my mind to it."
In many ways, Taylor's story mirrors not only the development of urban blues, but also the 20th-century African-American experience. Like so many blues greats, she was born in the Mississippi Delta region, in the music mecca of Memphis.
"It was just on the outskirts of slavery," she says of Memphis. "It was during the time that it was 'yes, ma'am' and 'no, sir.' It was about going in the back door of somebody's house and the back door if we rode the bus. But even so, those was the good ol' days because it wasn't then like it is now. It wasn't scary. Things wouldn't happen then like they happen today. And I never had no problem, none whatsoever, when I was growing up in Memphis. It was always calm and pleasant when I was there."
Most important, Memphis was the epicenter of southern blues at the time, with the first black-operated radio station in the country (WDIA) and the hottest music strip south of Harlem (Beale Street). Taylor recalls that she and her brothers would sneak over to Beale Street and see a young, svelte B.B. King stand on the corner and play the guitar. During that same period, King hosted a radio show on WDIA, and would frequently play live on the air. As big an inspiration as King was, though, Taylor took inspiration from an earlier blues icon.
"I listened to this woman named Memphis Minnie, and she had a record called 'Me and My Chauffeur,' and on the flip side of that song was a song called 'Black Rat Blues,'" Taylor says. "And I thought it was so funny, and something about that song stuck to me like red beans and rice. I've never forgotten that song, and that was the first song that I paid attention to, as far as blues."
Like so many other blues artists of her generation, Taylor was confronted with a father who did not approve of the blues. "He just wanted us to go to church and sing gospel and live the gospel way. Well, we tried to live the gospel way, but we would sneak in some blues and listen to it without him knowing it."