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Magpies Mix Tape: Rambling

We find so many examples in blues and bluegrass and folk songs of poor boys (or girls) a long way from home. Sometimes by choice, sometimes because of injustice or poverty. Sometimes traveling with the wild geese in the west, or riding the rails, as if called to be with them, sometimes wandering from town to town in search of work or shelter. There’s a saying that a hobo wanders and works, a tramp wanders and dreams, and a bum neither wanders nor works.

I love a warm bed, so I would make a terrible rambler, hobo, or tramp, but I love songs about hobos and ramblers, and films about them, too. Like Preston Sturges’ beautiful Sullivan’s Travels, or John Davis’ moving documentary Hobo. I saw this one in a theater in Edinburgh, alone and far from home, and it made me weepy, it’s so very honest, very powerful, and with a wonderful soundtrack.

Traditionally, hobos have a shared language, and it reminds me of Slim Gaillard’s Vout. I imagine that it changes constantly and varies from place to place. Hobos also may or may not have a shared sign language or code — it might be a myth invented by a 19th-century hobo named Leon Ray Livingston, better known as “A-No. 1,” but I love it anyway. He claims that they left marks for each other in coal or charcoal, to share information about mean cops, barking dogs, kind ladies. I love language and I love drawings, so I think this is a beautiful idea. It’s a network of connection between people I think of as fundamentally lonely. It’s a way to look out for one another and to say “I was here,” to mark your route and write your history. It seems fitting that there’s no real proof left of its existence. It lacks the permanence of most graffiti, just as the life of a hobo lacks constancy. The fact that the language is shared gives it a history and a future, but the mark itself is transient and vulnerable to all the shocks of time and weather.

And “An ethical code was created by Tourist Union #63 during its 1889 National Hobo Convention in St. Louis Missouri. This code was voted upon as a concrete set of laws to govern the nation-wide Hobo Body; it reads this way:

Good advice for all of us! For any man, woman, or saint among us. Now if you need me, I’ll be on a freight train headed west. In the meantime, here is your Magpies Mix Tape of rambling songs.


(photo by Dorothea Lange)

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  1. Great post!

    I’m quite interested in hobos myself. A #1 is a character in the film Emperor of the North, which I was an extra in! It’s based on the Jack London book The Road, which influenced Jack Kerouac. This is an interesting film about hobos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSqMAADNKA8.

    Slim Gaillard is one of my heroes. Have you seen the four part documentary about him? It’s wonderful.

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    • wow wow wow. Emperor of the North looks like a must-see, Who is Bozo Texino looks gorgeous, and I think you’ve told me before about the Slim Gaillard doc but I never got around to watching. I have some watching to be catching up on!! Thank you so much for the comment and the recommendations.

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