Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus
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Singer-songwriter Jim White is just twisted and other-worldly enough to have attracted the interest of Talking Heads fulcrum David Byrne. At the time, in the mid-90s, Byrne’s Luaka Bop stable comprised indigenous Brazilians almost exclusively. While that provides a sense of Byrne’s captivation, it’s of no use at all in characterizing White’s sound.

His full-length debut in 1997, (Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted) Wrong Eyed Jesus revealed White as a personification of the Southern Gothic aesthetic, a brave explorer of the murky goo that makes its home where certainty, righteousness and an annoyingly bright light might reside in other minds.

It would be four years before he released another album, but in the interim he journeyed through his music’s context for an indepentent film, Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus, which screens at 7:30 p.m. tonight at Exploded View, 197 E. Toole Ave. The film is the first in a four-part documentary series, Extreme Southern Culture, curated by DJ and music-encyclopedia Carl Hanni.

From the Exploded View website:

Searching For the Wrong Eyed Jesus, Andrew Douglas’ deeply evocative 2003 film follows the idiosyncratic Americana musician Jim White … on a fantastical journey through the American south. White muses on religion and culture and plays some music while making memorable stops in a Pentecostal church, a prison, a coalmine, local bars, cafes and much more.

Along the way, he consorts with like-minded musicians, including The Handsome Family, a husband-wife duo plying the dark bits in fairy tales, nursery rhymes and country music, but very much in love with birds, deer and sand dunes. Although they inspired a generation of Chicago musicians whose names you would recognize, they will be best remembered as T-Bone Burnett’s choice to provide the opening song for the new HBO series, True Detective, starring Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson.

Among other fellow travelers are Johnny Dowd, whose blood-stained guitar explored the spooky woods, murderous love triangles and sundered hearts of New England, and 16 Horsepower, whose David Eugene Edwards seemed to speak in tongues and perhaps summon snakes with his haunting antique bandonion and delirious-evangelical lyricism.

Here’s what David Byrne has to say about the film:

“An amazing piece of work. The film essentiallly follows one man, Jim White, as he deals with both his own and the South’s demons …and in the process we are given a musical tour of another planet. Beautiful, dark and weird stuff.”

Those who put stock in such things will also want to know that Rotten Tomatoes gives it 4.5 stars.

One reply on “Explode Your Mind, Music Fans, with ‘Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus’”

  1. I own a copy of this movie and highly recommend it.

    I’m also a big fan of Johnny Dowd. To call him a ‘singer’ somewhat stretches the definition but he’s a great guitar player and songwriter. He played Vauldeville Cabaret on a thursday night years ago. Just check out the lyrics from a song on Pictures From Life’s Other Side:

    Ballad of Lonnie Wolf

    Shot himself at the trailer park
    Couple of hours before it got dark
    He did not die, he’s paralyzed
    Can’t even wipe the tears from his eyes

    He was playing harp, a lonesome tune
    That drove everyone from the room
    Pulled his gun from beneath the pillow
    He put the barrel up against his temple

    Oh Lonnie, you made a big mistake

    Now he’s in the V.A. hospital
    A victim of life’s ancient riddle
    Tried to die, but he was codemned to give
    Death’s a gift only God can give

    Blink an eye, squeeze a hand
    Life stretches out like the desert sand
    He got in a hurry, couldn’t wait
    Lonnie’s character sealed his fate

    Oh Lonnie, you made a big mistake
    Little girl in the next room
    She’ll be a grown up pretty soon
    In her heart there’s a broken place
    Shattered just like her daddy’s face

    Big Mistake

    © Johnny Dowd

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