All The Liquor In Costa Ricah-With The
Max Daddy Blues Guitarist Taj Majal In Mind
By Zack James
Seth Garth the old time music critic
for the now long gone alternative newspaper The
Eye who had followed all the trends in the folk world in the old days once
his friend from high school, Jack Callahan, had turned him on to the genre
after having heard some mountain music coming on high via the airwaves from a
fugitive radio station one summer Sunday night still was interested in what was
left of that world. More importantly who was still left still standing from
that rough-hewn folk minute of the early 1960s. An important part of that
interest centered on who still “had it” from among those who were still
standing.
That was no mere academic question but
had risen quite sharply in the early part of 2002 when Seth, Jack and their then
respective wives had attended a Bob Dylan concert up in Augusta Maine and had
come away disappointed, no, more than disappointed, shocked that Dylan had lost
whatever voice he had had and depended increasingly on his backup singers and
musicians. Dylan no longer “had it.” Both agreed that they would have to be
satisfied with listening to the old records, tapes, CDs, and YouTube on sullen
nights when they wanted to hear what it was like when men and women played folk
music, protest and meaningful existence folk music, for keeps.
That single shocking event led
subsequently to an earnest attempt to attend concerts and performances of as
many of the old-time folkies as they could find helter-skelter before they
passed on. The pair have documented elsewhere some of those others some who
have like Utah Phillips and Dave Van Ronk have subsequently passed on. But one
night recently, a few months ago now, they were discussing one Taj Majal (stage
name not the famous wonder of the world mansion, building, shrine, mausoleum
whatever it is in India) and how they had first heard him back in the day in
anticipation of seeing him in person up at the great concert hall overlooking
the harbor at Rockport.
Naturally enough if you knew Seth and
Jack they disagreed on exactly where they had first seen him after Jack had
hear him do a cover of the old country blues classic Corrina, Corrina on that fugitive folk program out of Rhode Island,
WAFJ. Seth said it was the Club 47 over in Harvard Square in Cambridge and Jack
said they had gone underground to the Unicorn over on Boylston Street in
Boston. Of course those disputes never got resolved, never got final
resolution. What was not disputed was that they had both been blown away by the
performance of Taj and his small backup band that night. His blues mastery
proved to them that someone from the younger generation was ready to keep the
old time blues tradition alive, including playing the old National Steel guitar
that the likes of Son House and Bukka White created such great blues classics
on. The highlight that night had been The
Sky Is Crying which has been covered by many others since but not
equaled.
The track record of old time folkies
had been mixed as one would expect as the shocking Dylan experiences pointed
out. Utah Phillips by the time they got to see him at the Club Passim in
Cambridge had lost it, David Bromberg still had it for two examples. The night
they were discussing and disputing the merit of Taj’s case both agreed that he
probably had lost it since that rough-hewn gravelly voice of his had like
Dylan’s and Willie Nelson’s taken a beating with time and many performances.
Needless to say they should not have worried (although they did when old
be-hatted Taj came out and immediately sat down not a good sign for prior
experiences with other old time performers) since Taj was smokin’ that night.
Played the old Elmore James Television
Blues on the National Steel like he was about twenty years old. Did his old
version of Corrina proud and his
version of CC Rider as well. Yeah,
Taj still had it. But if you don’t believe a couple of old folkies and don’t
get a chance to see him in person out your way then grab this album Shoutin’ In Key from the old days and
see what they meant. Got it.
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