The roots of this go back to the 80’s when an article in my local Memphis paper posted a piece about three underage African-American kids who were caught dealing hard drugs in rural Eastern Arkansas. At the time it seemed shocking and it continues to be heart-breaking. I had spent several years, during the 70’s, delivering afternoon newspapers to kids doing their paper routes. My areas were Runs 4 and 36, which was most of the roughest parts of Memphis north of downtown (including Hurt Village), all of downtown and all of West Memphis, Arkansas.
For lack of a better description, “Crack In The Sky” is a hard urban jazz-folk-blues lament. I use real places in that part of Memphis as kind of living metaphors and tell the story (from the point of view of a taunter) of the death of a dealer named Ivory and speculation, concerning his co-hort named Angel.
CRACK IN THE SKY
By Rick Clark
It was hotter than the Devil
In the depths of July
And the clouds were sweating tears
But the ground was dry
Underneath the sky’s unforgiving glare
Some children found a body
East of Auction Square
Down in Hurt Village
Word had gotten’ round
That Ivory jumped bail
And could not be found
Not long ago he was like a king
Now his body’s stripped of jewelry
And his diamond rings
Someone reckoned Angel was the one to blame
Cause both of them sold tickets to the Freedom Train
Trying to buy a glimpse of Heaven
Through a crack in the sky
Trying to buy a glimpse of Heaven
Through a crack in the sky
It should've been so easy
So how'd it go so wrong
Now he's lying facedown in the asphalt stench
Under the lights of the pawn
And they're picking at his limbs like vultures
Bickering over what they'll take
In the final static of the fading light,
He cries "Mother. Mother!"
People hovered like flies
Straining hard to see
When someone cried,
“Please close his eyes for me”
As thunder clapped people turned away
And the shadows grew longer
On Saint Martin’s Way
From Hernando, Mississippi
Down to Crowley’s Ridge
The faithful look for their Angel
By the “Big M” bridge
Trying to buy a glimpse of Heaven
Through a crack in the sky
So where’s your Angel?
Where’s your Angel now, Ivory?
The Players
Rahsaan Barber: Horns
Roland Barber: Horns
Rick Clark: Acoustic Guitar, Vocal
Viktor Krauss: Upright Bass
Doug Lancio: Electric Guitar
Ross Rice: Keys
Jano Rix: Drums, Percussion
"Crack In The Sky written by: Rick Clark - Crack In The Sky Music (SESAC) - Publishing Admin: Peer Music
Produced by: Rick Clark
Engineered by: Mark Rubel, Dwayne Larring
Mixed by: Dwayne Larring and Rick Clark
Mastered by: Alex McCollough at True East Mastering
Recorded at Blackbird Studio, Berry Hill, TN