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Hardrock69
06-01-2011, 01:03 AM
Fucking hell....some friends of mine loaned me some VHS tapes about Jesco White, the last of the Mountain Tap Dancers.....

Funny thing is, this is not bullshit...these are REAL Documentaries about REAL PEOPLE.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesco_White

It is unbelievable that mountain people like this are still around.....it is like a time warp back to the 50s....it is like seeing Gomer Pyle on crack.....

Who could ever forget this statement?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc3SEBA-9nU

Someone needs to overdub some Slayer!

There are a ton of videos of him on Youtube.
Oh and he thinks he is Elvis, and has an Elvis collection in his white trash mobile home. At least he did in 1991 when the original documentary was filmed. Here is falls down drunk at the Ryman:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-xvDdvdydk&feature=related

Jesco White on sniffing glue:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FffzU7F6Lc&feature=related


Apparently they were here in Gnashville last summer. Found the following review:



Whites, trashed

"Mamie needs something to smoke ... fast."

This was a text message a friend of The Spin received at roughly 3 p.m. Saturday from one of Jesco and Mamie White's handlers. The Whites — Appalachian cult royalty hailing from the hollers of Boone County, W.Va., and best known as the subjects of a 1991 documentary The Dancing Outlaw — had just settled into a motel and were somewhere perilously close to sobriety. Mamie had forgotten to pack her "medicine," and was raising hell.

So we dropped what we were doing and answered the call. The Spin's associate grabbed a baggie of stinky weed. If you've seen The Dancing Outlaw or the recent follow-up, The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia, you know the deal: Good luck finding a White who isn't A) hopelessly addicted to and/or selling prescription meds (Xanax, Oxycontin, et. al), B) in jail for violent crimes and other felonies, or C) utterly unemployable.

Mamie, the oldest White and known as "the biggest, the meanest and the baddest," reclined in the bed. Her blood pressure was up and she needed something to take the edge off. She was pleasant, grandmotherly, but warned that if she got high — or didn't — she might very well fuck somebody up.

A joint was rolled, lit and passed around the small room. A young White who couldn't have been more than 11 or 12 years old showed The Spin a tattoo on his forearm — a pair of disembodied, pendulous breasts and a bulbous ass. Then, after dragging expertly on the joint, the boy brandished a glass pipe sporting the same T 'n' A motif.

Later that evening at Mercy Lounge, as Les Honky More Tonkies pounded their way through an energetic set of power-pop infused with some filthy Southern rawk riffs, we found White reclining in a chair backstage, clutching a PBR. It wasn't long before a strange man in a white track suit and a massive white furry pimp hat invited Jesco into the cramped backstage bathroom. We don't know what happened — but soon White shed his quiet, demure persona. He became Elvis. As he wheeled around the room, Jesco unleashed a stream-of-consciousness rap. We couldn't begin to sort through the rapid twang-slur slipping through his mouth, but we were nonetheless entertained.

When we peeked out we saw the house was packed, and shouting for Jesco. He finally took the stage, a strange self-parody of excess and dysfunction. For any other performer, what followed would have been a disaster. The videos queued up on the projector stubbornly refused to play. Long stretches of silence punctuated bawdy tunes like Hank III's "Straight to Hell" and AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long," where Jesco continued tapping, stoned and oblivious, rapping in either nonsense-speak or with a mad savant's profundity while the audience gawked and cheered and laughed. It was difficult for The Spin to discern whether this was exploitation, and Jesco White was a dancing monkey, or whether this product of Appalachian destitution and isolation and hopelessness and moral turpitude had become more in one drug-frenzied lifetime than the sum of the poor generations of Boone County that had been and would come.

Break out the corn likker, and some wacky backy and laff yerself silly!

Oh and by the way, the original documentary won an Emmy award for Best Documentary! :biggrin:

Which you can order from this lame website:

http://www.dancingoutlaw.com/servlet/StoreFront