
Exactly three years ago, I wrote an article here about what probably was the most momentous day in gospel music history, the day of the 1954 plane crash that took the lives of two key members of the Blackwood Brothers Quartet.
Arguably, gospel music was never the same after that tragedy. Events were set in motion that to this day affect the gospel music world.
This month’s article is not here to relive and reset that event, but to commemorate one of the key people involved in the events of that day, and to celebrate him and his unparalleled contributions to the history of gospel music…namely, the man known to many of his peers as “Mr. Gospel Music”, James Blackwood.
Although James Blackwood ascended to the very top of his chosen profession, the road there was by no means easy for him, and his is a story of how commitment, determination, and faith can take a person far beyond their wildest dreams.
James Webre Blackwood was born August 4, 1919 in Choctaw County, Mississippi into a musical family that made its’ living from sharecropping. His father was a fiddler that belonged to a string band around the turn of the 20th century.
Along with music, church and prayer were basic components of the Blackwood home. Everyone sang, and as a young boy hunting squirrels and selling them for a quarter apiece, James was determined to make music a major part of his life.
When James turned 7, his older brother Doyle bought a mandolin. The two began singing duets, church songs along with folk songs of the day.
By the time James was 10, he and 18-year old Doyle became interested in attending a singing school just three miles from home. There was a problem…the tuition was $3 per person for the 10-night length of the school. What would these youngsters do?
Like most mothers, Mrs. Blackwood was able to find the answer to the boys’ dreams. She was able to sell enough of the chickens on their farm to raise the $6 to send James and Doyle to the school.
The school’s teacher, Vardaman Ray, was so impressed with the youngsters that he asked them if they’d like to sing in a quartet with him. The excited boys accepted, and soon the Choctaw County Jubilee Singers were born.
Both James and Doyle grew as singers in the short-lived group. The training they had given themselves by standing atop tree stumps and singing to the tops of their lungs was serving them well indeed.
The oldest Blackwood sibling Roy, 19 years James’ senior, got the urge to get a family quartet going. Soon Roy would enlist James and Doyle, then add his own son R.W., and form the very first Blackwood Brothers Quartet.




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Thanks for a great article on a great man. I miss James. He definitely was a class act.
God is good all the time & all the time God is good.
Elaine Harcourt
What a great gentleman. The article is well written and appreciated. I enjoyed time with him especially at the Grand Ole Gospel Reunion.
What a great man!
After having been in groups that shared the stage with James and The Blackwood Brothers quite a few times, I had the unspeakable joy of producing an album for him in 1989. This was several months before his 70th birthday.
I was struck by both his professionalism and his lack of the "ego" personna one might have expected from a man of his accomplishments and ability. Suffering from a cold, he was on antihistimines all through the vocals - which he seemed to rush through.
I was amazed at how quickly he went through each song. As he was finishing up the last half of the final song, his voice "opened up", and I heard that "ring" in his voice that was so familiar to me from the many RCA recordings he had made in the early 1960's, when he was still in his early 40's.
On the playback, he commented that his voice had opened up and said it ws a shame that he couldn't do all of the vocals over. When I told him to feel free to do so, he looked at me with astonishment and asked if I would actually allow him to do that.
When I assured him that we could keep everything he had done safely on other tracks and he could go back and take his time re-recording his vocals for as long as he pleased, it was my turn to be astonished - as he then told me that this would be the first time he was ever given the ability to work on his vocals on a recording without time restraint - until he was completely satisfied with them. He said that he was always told, "Good job, James - next tune....let's move along." That's why he was rushing through the vocals earlier - to not hold up my schedule or the studio's schedule.
We went back, and he re-recorded each vocal, taking his time, and his voice stayed open and clear all the way to the end. When he received the final product, he remarked at how the "ring" in voice could be heard, and how it had been missing from his more recent recordings - and how glad he was that he took his time.
One of the songs that he recorded was "Oh How I Love Jesus". On the playback, he actually started to weep. Then he explained. When he was a boy, his mother used to sit by the fire with her guitar and sing songs as he and his brothers were falling asleep. He would struggle to keep awake until she got to his favorite song - Oh How I Love Jesus - and then he would be content to fall asleep. And, he was reminded of those times as he listened to the playback that day.
Before he left my town, he asked me to come to his car. We both sat in the front seat, as he gave me copies of the 8 or 9 last projects he had done, so I would be aware of them, before this new project was mixed.
Then, we sat there in his car for well over an hour as he started telling me stories of the past. Like when he and his brother sang a song about not knocking others. (I think it was called "Don't Be Knock Knock Knocking", or something like that). And the stories, now told in person, that I had read many times from my books on the shelf.
But then, he got to the story of the plane crash. Though I thought I knew every detail, I sat there in stunned silence as he described to me the story as if I never had heard it. Though 35 years had passed, he still got emotional as he relayed it to me.
I saw him only several times after that, and they were wonderful experiences. One of my most prized possessions is the autographed book he sent to me shortly before his death - his last book, written by others who gave glimpses and remembrances of his wonderful life.
Our group made its way to Memphis that snowy morning in February 2002 to pay our last respects to him, and I sat there in the auditorium weeping as we said our last goodbyes.
As I said - What a great man!
Cliff Cerce
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Excellent article about a humble gentleman. I was fortunate to see Mr Blackwood a few times, and I don't believe he ever met a stranger. He loved his fans, and was always ready to talk to anyone, including me.
James Blackwood was always very gracious to me, when I was a teenage volunteer in the Polly Grimes army. As others have stated here, James always had that ability to make you feel like everything you said was important and that you were important as well. He truly loved people and he loved the Lord. He never saw his work as mere "entertainment"... he was always ready to testify, to share the gospel, to pray for a need.
Of the Southern Gospel "Giants" I worked with in those days, the ones who made me feel the most encouraged were James and Cecil Blackwood and their good friend Jake Hess.
Dr. James Blackwood truly was the King of Gospel Music.
Chris J. Becker
Cedar Rapids, IA
I also have some fond memoryus of James Blackwood. Since my dad (Don Smith) used to be the first non-Blackwood Bass in the quartet I have had several meetings with James since I was born seven years after my dad left Shenadoah. One time I was traveling with my husband and we stopped in Nashville for the peoples choice awards 1980). I was in the foyer before being seated and James just came up to me and said "Hello Earline". Well I was flored since I had no idea the would be at a Country Music awards first of all but also that he remembered me;and my name! At one point I started attending the NQC and James and Mim were always there. Once my dad attended with my husband and I. What a great man James was and I am blessed to have been aquointed with him. Thanks John for another great article.
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