About halfway between Jackson’s Farish Street and Memphis’ Beale Street was Greenville’s Nelson Street, the Main Street of the Black Mississippi Delta. Lined with professional offices, cafes, pool rooms, juke joints and churches, Nelson Street was the place that Black people went in Greenville for nearly everything, from business to pleasure. One place on the street in particular stood out, a legendary blues club called the Flowing Fountain, which had been open just a few short years ago.
Nelson Street began to fall on hard times in the early 1990’s, when crack hit Greenville like a ton of bricks. There had been a lot of comings and goings between the Delta and Chicago, and soon the infamous Chicago gangs were in Greenville streets, and gang graffiti began appearing on Nelson Street bricks. Open-air crack markets and drive-by shootings followed. With Greenville like a war zone, most of the jukes and clubs on Nelson Street closed, and most of the ones that remained decided to shift their focus to a younger crowd, hiring DJ’s to play rap and hip-hop. The one exception was the Fountain, which billed itself “The Blues Capital of the World” and featured local talent like the legendary Roosevelt “Booba” Barnes. Occasionally, tourists defied the warnings from their hotel desk clerks, and ventured to the Fountain for an authentic blues experience. But the presence of rap clubs nearby and the frequency of gunfire in the neighborhood took its toll. Stud Ford, the grandson of the late bluesman T-Model Ford said that the Fountain ended up closing because its older patrons were scared to venture into the area because of the kind of clientele the other clubs nearby were attracting.
The building still sits proudly and a little sadly at the center of what was once the business district. The front has been painted with a sort of gallery of important Black Greenvillians including “Boogaloo” Ames and “Booba” Barnes. Nearby, a historic marker explains the significance of Nelson Street. But there is nothing here anymore but nostalgia. A club on Walnut Street a couple of miles away claims to offer live blues on weekends, but it doesn’t book anyone well-known, and tourists have learned to make their way to Clarksdale if they are searching for the blues. Despite a storied past and great potential, Greenville’s Nelson Street is only a memory.
5 Replies to “The Death of Nelson Street”
Thanks for this post! Is there any remnant of Booba’s club “The Playboy Club” which was located on Nelson Street? He apparently abandoned it when he moved to Chicago in the 90’s, and I’ve never heard anything about its fate.
Little Milton name-checks the Flowing Fountain in “Annie Mae’s Cafe”. George Jackson wrote that song, not Milton, but I’ve always had the feeling that Milton had the Fountain in mind when he sang it.
Little Milton use to park his van in Soybean City. Little Milton love Greenville, was there half of every year.
The Flowing Fountain is still alive in the form of my mother who ran the Flowing Fountain. Peaches was the Flowing Fountain as well as Peaches Lounge. Any blues entertainer that ever set foot on Nelson St. knew Peaches
This is sad, I loved Roosevelt ‘Booba’ Barne’s album, The Heartbroken Man. I was just a young white kid in Oregon, but I played that album to death on the blues show I hosted on my college radio station. I used to think it would be so cool to see Barnes live in a real junk joint.