In The Time Of The 1960s Folk Minute- With Tom Rush’s No Regrets In Mind
DVD Review
From The Pen Of Frank Jackman
No Regrets, narrated by Tom Rush and whoever else he could corral from the old Boston/Cambridge folk scene minute still around, 2014
I know your leavin's too long over due
For far too long I've had nothing new to show to you
Goodbye dry eyes I watched your plane fade off west of the moon
It felt so strange to walk away alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Don't want you back
We'd only cry again
Say goodbye again
The hours that were yours echo like empty rooms
Thoughts we used to share I now keep alone
I woke last night and spoke to you
Not thinkin' you were gone
It felt so strange to lie awake alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Don't want you back
We'd only cry again
Say goodbye again
Our friends have tried to turn my nights to day
Strange faces in your place can't keep the ghosts away
Just beyond the darkest hour, just behind the dawn
It feels so strange to lead my life alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Don't want you back
We'd only cry again
Say goodbye again
For far too long I've had nothing new to show to you
Goodbye dry eyes I watched your plane fade off west of the moon
It felt so strange to walk away alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Don't want you back
We'd only cry again
Say goodbye again
The hours that were yours echo like empty rooms
Thoughts we used to share I now keep alone
I woke last night and spoke to you
Not thinkin' you were gone
It felt so strange to lie awake alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Don't want you back
We'd only cry again
Say goodbye again
Our friends have tried to turn my nights to day
Strange faces in your place can't keep the ghosts away
Just beyond the darkest hour, just behind the dawn
It feels so strange to lead my life alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Don't want you back
We'd only cry again
Say goodbye again
A few years ago in an earlier 1960s
folk minute nostalgia fit I, at the request of my old time friend, Bart Webber,
from Carver, a town about thirty miles south of Boston and close enough
to have been washed by the folk minute, did some reviews of other male folk
performers from that period. Other than Bob Dylan who is the iconic
never-ending tour performer most people would still associate with that period,
people like Tom Rush who lit up the firmament around Cambridge via the Harvard
folk music station, Dave Von Ronk the cantankerous folk historian and musician,
Phil Ochs who had probably the deepest political sensibilities of the lot and
wrote some of the stronger narrative folk protest songs, Richard Farina who
represented that “live fast” edge that we were bequeathed by the “beat” and who
tumbled down the hill on a motorcycle, and Jesse Collin Young who probably
wrote along with Eric Andersen and Jesse Winchester the most pre-flower child
lyrics of the bunch.
Bart had just seen a fragile seeming,
froggy-voiced Bob Dylan in one of stages of his apparently never-ending
concerts tours and had been shaken by the sight and had wondered about the fate
of other such folk performers. That request turned into a series of reviews of
male folk-singers entitled Not Bob Dylan (and after that, also at
Bart’s request, a series entitled Not Joan Baez based on some of
the same premises except on the distaff side (nice word, right, you know
golden-voiced Judy Collins and her sweet songs of lost, Carolyn Hester and her
elegant rendition of Walt Whitman’s Oh Captain, My Captain, Joan’s sister Mimi
Farina forever linked with Richard and sorrows, and Malvina Reynolds who could
write a song on the wing, fast okay, and based as well on the mass media having
back then declared that pair the “king and queen” of the burgeoning folk music
minute scene).
That first series had asked two central
questions-why did those male folk singers not challenge Dylan who as I noted
the media of the day had crowned king of the folk minute for supremacy in the
smoky coffeehouse night (then, now the few remaining are mercifully smoke-free
although then I smoked as heavily as any guy who though such behavior was, ah,
manly and a way to seen “cool” to the young women, why else would we have done
such a crazy to the health thing if not to impress some certain she) and, if they had not passed on and unfortunately
a number have a few more since that series as well most notably Jesse Winchester,
were they still working the smoke-free church basement, homemade cookies and
coffee circuit that constitutes the remnant of that folk minute even in the old
hotbeds like Cambridge and Boston. (What I call the U/U circuit since while
other church venues are part of the mix you can usually bet safely that if an
event is scheduled it was will at a U/U church which is worthy of a little
sketch of its own sometime in order to trace the folk minute after the fanfare had
died down and as a tribute to those heart souls at radio stations like WCAS and
WUMB and in places like Club Passim whose efforts have kept the thing going in
order to try to pass it on to the younger generations now that demographics are
catching up with the folkies from the 1960s heyday). Moreover, were they still
singing and song-writing, that pairing of singer and writer having been
becoming more prevalent, especially in the folk milieu in the wake of Bob
Dylan’s word explosions back then. The days when the ground was shifting under
the Tin Pan Alley Cole Porter/Irving Berlin/ Jerome Kern kingdom.
Here is the general format I used in
that series for asking and answering those two questions which still apply
today if one is hell-bent on figuring out the characters who rose and fell
during that time:
“If I were to ask someone, in the year
2010 as I have done periodically both before and after, to name a male folk
singer from the 1960s I would assume that if I were to get any answer to that
question that the name would be Bob Dylan. That “getting any answer” prompted
by the increasing non-recognition of the folk genre by anybody under say forty,
except those few kids who somehow “found” their parents’ stash of Vanguard
records (for example, there were other folk labels including, importantly,
Columbia Records) just as some in an earlier Pete Seeger/Weavers/Leadbelly/ Josh
White/Woody Guthrie records in our parents’ stashes. Today’s kids mainly influenced
by hip-hop, techno-music and just straight popular music.
And that Dylan pick would be a good and
appropriate choice. One can endlessly dispute whether or not Dylan was (or
wanted to be since he clearly had tired of the role, or seemed to by about 1966
when he for all intents and purposes “retired” for a while prompted by a
serious motorcycle accident and other incidents) the voice of the Generation of
’68 (so named for the fateful events of that watershed year, especially the
Democratic Convention in America in the summer of that year when the old-guard
pulled the hammer down and in Paris where the smell of revolution was palpably
in the air for the first time since about World War II, when those, including
me, who tried to “turn the world upside down” to make it more livable began to
feel that the movement was reaching some ebb tide) but in terms of longevity
and productivity, the never-ending touring until this day and releasing of X
amount of bootleg recordings, the copyrighting of every variation of every
song, including traditional songs, he ever covered and the squelching of the
part of the work that he has control over on YouTube he fits the bill as a
known quality. However, there were a slew of other male folk singers who tried
to find their niche in the folk milieu and who, like Dylan, today continue to
produce work and to perform. The artist under review, Tom Rush, is one such
singer/songwriter.”
“The following is a question that I
have been posing in reviewing the work of a number of male folk singers from
the 1960s and it is certainly an appropriate question to ask of Tom Rush as
well. Did they aspire to be the “king” of the genre? I do not know if Tom Rush,
like his contemporary Bob Dylan, started out wanting to be the king of the hill
among male folk singers but he certainly had some things going for him. A
decent acoustic guitar but a very interesting (and strong baritone) voice to
fit the lyrics of love, hope, and longing that he was singing about at the
time, particularly the No Regrets/Rockport Sunday combination which
along with Wasn’t That A Mighty Storm and Joshua Gone Barbados
were staples early on. During much of this period along with his own songs he
was covering other artists, particularly Joni Mitchell and her Urge For
Going and The Circle Game, so it is not clear to me that he had that
same Dylan drive by let’s say 1968.
I just mentioned that he covered Joni
Mitchell in this period. A very nice version of Urge For Going that
captures the wintry, got to get out of here, imaginary that Joni was trying to
evoke about things back in her Canadian homeland. And the timelessness and
great lyrical sense of his No Regrets, as the Generation of ’68 sees
another generational cycle starting, as is apparent now if it was not then. The
covers of fellow Cambridge folk scene fixture Eric Von Schmidt on Joshua
Gone Barbados and Galveston Flood are well done. As is the cover of
Bukka White’s Panama Limited (although you really have to see or hear
old Bukka flailing away on his old beat up National guitar to get the real
thing on YouTube).”
Whether Tom Rush had the fire back then
is a mute question now although in watching the documentary under review, No
Regrets, in which he tells us about his life from childhood to the very
recent past (2014) at some point he did lose the flaming burn down the building
fire, just got tired of the road like many, many other performers and became a
top-notch record producer, a “gentleman farmer,” and returned to the stage,
most dramatically with his annual show Tom Rush-The Club 47 Tradition
Continues held at Symphony Hall in Boston each winter. And in this
documentary appropriately done under the sign of “no regrets” which tells Tom’s
take on much that happened then he takes a turn, an important oral tradition
turn, as folk historian.
He takes us, even those of us who were
in the whirl of some of it back then to those key moments when we were looking
for something rooted, something that would make us pop in the red scare Cold
War night of the early 1960s. Needless to say the legendary Club 47 in
Cambridge gets plenty of attention as does his own fitful start in getting his
material recorded, or rather fitful starts, mainly walking around to every
possible venue in town to get backing for record production the key to getting
heard by a wider audience via the radio and to become part of the increasing
number of folk music-oriented programs, the continuing struggle to this day
from what he had to say once you are not a gold-studded fixture.
Other coffeehouses and other performers
of the time, especially Eric Von Schmidt, another performer with a ton of
talent and song-writing ability who had been on the scene very, very early on
who eventually decided that his artistic career took first place, get a nod of
recognition. As does the role of key radio folk DJ Dick Summer in
show-casing new work (and the folk show, picked up accidently one Sunday night
when I was frustrated with the so-called rock and roll on the local AM rock
station and flipped the dial of my transistor radio and heard a different
sound, the sound of Dave Von Ronk, where I started to pick up my life-long folk
“habit”). So if you want to remember those days when you sought refuse in the
coffeehouses and church basements, sought a “cheap” date night (for the price
of a couple of cups of coffee sipped slowly in front of you and your date, a
shared pastry and maybe a few bucks admission or tossed into the passed-around
“basket” you got away easy and if she liked the sound too, who knows what else)
or, ouch, want to know why your parents are still playing Joshua’s Gone
Barbados on the record player as you go out the door Saturday night to your
own adventures watch this film.
Endorsed
by: Global Network Against Weapons and Nuclear Power in Space, Mass
Peace Action, Veterans For Peace - Chapter 9, United for Justice with Peace,
American Friends Service Committee (Boston), Women’s International League for
Peace and Freedom, Watertown Citizens for Peace 
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