Click On Title To Link To YouTube' Film Clip Of Woody Guthrie Performing "Hard Travelin'".
CD Review
A number of the more important or famous performers on these CDs will get a reprieve here by having separate entries under this same headline
Washington Square Memoirs: The Great Urban Folk Revival Boom, 1950-1970, various artists, 3CD set, Rhino Records, 2001
Okay, let’s go through the geography of this seemingly endless review of folk revival of the 1960’s tour that I have been conducting over the past year or so. I have gone down the byways and back alleys of Bleeker Street. I have tipped my hat to McDougall Street and its “mayor” (the late Dave Van Ronk). I have been positively 4th Street more times that I can shake a stick at (Bob Dylan’s old haunts). So now to round out this tour of a few square blocks of lower Manhattan that made some musical history in the early 1960’s that I am reviewing, make that proudly reviewing, I am, hopefully, finishing up with this compilation entitled “Washington Square Memoirs”. And this is an apt place to wind up the tour because, in a sense, this is the place where it all got hashed out before it got to the coffeehouses, other venues and those hard sought after recording contracts. If you couldn’t make it as a musician in the park (an, at times, not very high bar to get over) then you had better take your act elsewhere. Like, maybe, East Orange, New Jersey.
I mentioned in a recent review of “Friends Of Old Time Music”, a CD featuring mountain music, another separate strand of the folk revival that ran through New York City in the early 1960’s, the following:
“This three disc compilation (including an incredibly informative booklet giving a mother lode of material, including photographs, about the how, when and why of bringing the mainly Southern, mainly rural talents to New York City in the early 1960s) will give the new generation and mainly older aficionados, in one place, a primer of great value. If you want to know the details of this part of the folk revival puzzle you certainly have to start here. For the beginner or the aficionado this is a worthwhile addition to the store of our common musical heritage.”
Except for the reference to the origins of the talent brought to the city the same comments apply for this CD. Rather than repeat information that is readily available in the booklet and on the discs I’ll finish up here with some recommendations of songs that I believe that you should be sure to listen to:
Disc One; Woody Guthrie on “Hard Travelin’”, Big Bill Broonzy on “Black , Brown And White”, Jean Ritchie on “Nottamun Town”, Josh White on “One Meat Ball”, Malvina Reynolds on “Little Boxes”, Cisco Houston on “Midnight Special”, The Weavers on “Wasn’t That A Time”, Glenn Yarborough on “Spanish Is A Loving Tongue”, Odetta on “I’ve Been Driving On Bald Mountain”, The New Lost City Ramblers on “Don’t Let Your Deal Go Down”, Bob Gibson and Bob Camp on “Betty And Dupree”, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott on “San Francisco Bay Blues”, Peggy Seeger on “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”, Hoyt Axton on “Greenback Dollar” and Carolyn Hester on “Turn And Swing Jubilee”.
Disc Two: Dave Van Ronk on “He Was A Friend Of Mine” and You’se A Viper”, The Chad Mitchell Trio on “Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream”, Hedy West on “500 Miles”, Ian &Sylvia on “Four Strong Winds”, Tom Paxton on “I Can’t Help But Wonder Where I’m Bound”, Peter, Paul And Mary on “Blowin’ In The Wind”, Bob Dylan on “Boots Of Spanish Leather”, Jesse Colin Young on “Four In The Morning”, Joan Baez on “There But For Fortune”, Judy Roderick on “Brother, Can You Spare A Dime?”, Bonnie Dobson on “Morning Dew”, Buffy Sainte-Marie on “Cod’ine” and Eric Von Schmidt on “ Joshua Gone Barbados”.
Disc Three: Phil Ochs on “I Ain’t Marching Anymore”, Richard &Mimi Farina on “Pack Up Your Sorrows”, John Hammond on “Drop Down Mama”, Jim Kweskin & The Jug Band on “Rag Mama”, John Denver on “Bells Of Rhymney”, Gordon Lightfoot on "Early Morning Rain”, Eric Andersen on “Thirsty Boots”, Tim Hardin on “Reason To Believe”, Richie Havens on “Just Like A Woman”, Judy Collins on “Suzanne”, Tim Buckley on “Once I Was”, Tom Rush on “The Circle Game”, Taj Mahal on “Candy Man”, Loudon Wainwright III on “School Days” and Arlo Guthrie on “The Motorcycle Song”
"Hard Travelin'" -Woody Guthrie and Cisco Houston
I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed
I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road
I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been ridin' them fast rattlers, I thought you knowed
I've been ridin' them flat wheelers, way down the road
I've been ridin' them blind passengers, dead-enders, kickin' up cinders
I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been hittin' some hard-rock minin', I thought you knowed
I've been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road
Hammer flyin', air-hole suckin', six foot of mud and I shore been a muckin'
And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been hittin' some hard harvestin', I thought you knowed
North Dakota to Kansas City, way down the road
Cuttin' that wheat, stackin' that hay, and I'm tryin' make about a dollar a day
And I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been working that Pittsburgh steel, I thought you knowed
I've been a dumpin' that red-hot slag, way down the road
I've been a blasting, I've been a firin', I've been a pourin' red-hot iron
I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been layin' in a hard-rock jail, I thought you knowed
I've been a laying out 90 days, way down the road
Damned old judge, he said to me, "It's 90 days for vagrancy."
And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been walking that Lincoln highway, I thought you knowed,
I've been hittin' that 66, way down the road
Heavy load and a worried mind, lookin' for a woman that's hard to find,
I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
*From The Pages Of “Workers Vanguard”-In Defense of Dialectical Materialism
Click on the headline to link to the article from “Workers Vanguard” described in the title.
Markin comment:
As almost always these historical articles and polemics are purposefully helpful to clarify the issues in the struggle against world imperialism, particularly the “monster” here in America.
Markin comment:
As almost always these historical articles and polemics are purposefully helpful to clarify the issues in the struggle against world imperialism, particularly the “monster” here in America.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
*”Beat” Writer’s Corner- Jack Kerouac Hears The Whistle Blowing-“Lonesome Traveler”
Click on title to link to YouTube's film clip of "Blues For Jack Kerouac"
Book Review
Lonesome Traveler, Jack Kerouac, Viking Press, New York, 1995
Some of the general points made below have been used in other reviews of books and materials by and about Jack Kerouac.
“As I have explained in another entry in this space in a DVD review of the film documentary “The Life And Times Of Allen Ginsberg”, recently I have been in a “beat” generation literary frame of mind. I think it helps to set the mood for commenting on this one of Jack Kerouac’s lesser works, “Lonesome Traveler”, essentially a series of ‘real world’ job-related exercises in his well known spontaneous writing method at a time when he was trying to keep body and soul together, that it all started last summer when I happened to be in Lowell, Massachusetts on some personal business. Although I have more than a few old time connections with that now worn out mill town I had not been there for some time. While walking in the downtown area I found myself crossing a small park adjacent to the site of a well-known mill museum and restored textile factory space. Needless to say, at least for any reader with a sense of literary history, at that park I found some very interesting memorial stones inscribed with excerpts from a number of his better known works dedicated to Lowell’s ‘bad boy’, the “king of the 1950s beat writers”.
And, just as naturally, when one thinks of Kerouac then, “On The Road”, his classic modern physical and literary ‘search’ for the meaning of America for his generation which came of age in post-World War II , readily comes to mind. No so well known, however, is the fact that that famous youthful novel was merely part of a much grander project, an essentially autobiographical exposition by Kerouac in many volumes starting from his birth in 1922, to chart and vividly describe his relationship to the events, great and small, of his times. Those volumes bear the general title “The Legend Of Duluoz”. That is why we today, in the year of the forty anniversary of Kerouac’s death, are under the sign of his book of essays “Lonesome Traveler”.
In some senses the stories in “Lonesome Traveler” are, more than “On The Road” and other major works, exemplars of that Kerouac writing method mentioned above. None of the thinly fictionalized (as almost always is the case in a Kerouac work where the material at hand formed the basis of his writing) characters and events in the essays on their faces seem to be more than a catalogue of job, travel, or entertainment happenings. Except Kerouac's descriptive powers turn these every day happenings into a running commentary that the reader, including this reader, stays glued to so as not to miss a detail, even hanging on to see if an egg will turn out to be too “runny” or not. I think that the most powerful expression of that descriptive knack is in the essay “Railroad Earth” (also found in “The Portable Jack Kerouac”) which tracks his "day job" as a young brakeman working the San Francisco-based freights. Just an average, maybe above average, working class job. But his descriptive powers/existential sense of the job -Wow. I would give much gold to be able to write a few sentences like that.
Book Review
Lonesome Traveler, Jack Kerouac, Viking Press, New York, 1995
Some of the general points made below have been used in other reviews of books and materials by and about Jack Kerouac.
“As I have explained in another entry in this space in a DVD review of the film documentary “The Life And Times Of Allen Ginsberg”, recently I have been in a “beat” generation literary frame of mind. I think it helps to set the mood for commenting on this one of Jack Kerouac’s lesser works, “Lonesome Traveler”, essentially a series of ‘real world’ job-related exercises in his well known spontaneous writing method at a time when he was trying to keep body and soul together, that it all started last summer when I happened to be in Lowell, Massachusetts on some personal business. Although I have more than a few old time connections with that now worn out mill town I had not been there for some time. While walking in the downtown area I found myself crossing a small park adjacent to the site of a well-known mill museum and restored textile factory space. Needless to say, at least for any reader with a sense of literary history, at that park I found some very interesting memorial stones inscribed with excerpts from a number of his better known works dedicated to Lowell’s ‘bad boy’, the “king of the 1950s beat writers”.
And, just as naturally, when one thinks of Kerouac then, “On The Road”, his classic modern physical and literary ‘search’ for the meaning of America for his generation which came of age in post-World War II , readily comes to mind. No so well known, however, is the fact that that famous youthful novel was merely part of a much grander project, an essentially autobiographical exposition by Kerouac in many volumes starting from his birth in 1922, to chart and vividly describe his relationship to the events, great and small, of his times. Those volumes bear the general title “The Legend Of Duluoz”. That is why we today, in the year of the forty anniversary of Kerouac’s death, are under the sign of his book of essays “Lonesome Traveler”.
In some senses the stories in “Lonesome Traveler” are, more than “On The Road” and other major works, exemplars of that Kerouac writing method mentioned above. None of the thinly fictionalized (as almost always is the case in a Kerouac work where the material at hand formed the basis of his writing) characters and events in the essays on their faces seem to be more than a catalogue of job, travel, or entertainment happenings. Except Kerouac's descriptive powers turn these every day happenings into a running commentary that the reader, including this reader, stays glued to so as not to miss a detail, even hanging on to see if an egg will turn out to be too “runny” or not. I think that the most powerful expression of that descriptive knack is in the essay “Railroad Earth” (also found in “The Portable Jack Kerouac”) which tracks his "day job" as a young brakeman working the San Francisco-based freights. Just an average, maybe above average, working class job. But his descriptive powers/existential sense of the job -Wow. I would give much gold to be able to write a few sentences like that.
*”Beat” Writer’s Corner- The Zen Of Jack Kerouac- “The Dharma Bums”
Click on title to link to YouTube's film clip of some of Jack Kerouac's poems.
Book Review
The Dharma Bums, Traveler, Jack Kerouac, Viking Press, New York, 1995
Some of the general points made below have been used in other reviews of books and materials by and about Jack Kerouac.
“As I have explained in another entry in this space in a DVD review of the film documentary “The Life And Times Of Allen Ginsberg”, recently I have been in a “beat” generation literary frame of mind. I think it helps to set the mood for commenting on one of Jack Kerouac’s major works, “The Dharma Bums”, a novel that explores his and his ‘beat” companions fascination, at least part time fascination, with the Buddhist lifestyle and philosophy in his well known spontaneous writing method at a time when he was trying to keep body and soul together, that it all started last summer when I happened to be in Lowell, Massachusetts on some personal business. Although I have had more than a few old time connections with that now worn out mill town I had not been there for some time. While walking in the downtown area I found myself crossing a small park adjacent to the site of a well-known mill museum and restored textile factory space. Needless to say, at least for any reader with a sense of literary history, at that park I found some very interesting memorial stones inscribed with excerpts from a number of Kerouac’s better known works dedicated to Lowell’s ‘bad boy’, the “king of the 1950s beat writers”.
And, just as naturally, when one thinks of Kerouac then, “On The Road”, his classic modern physical and literary ‘search’ for the meaning of America for his generation which came of age in post-World War II , readily comes to mind. No so well known, however, is the fact that that famous youthful novel was merely part of a much grander project, an essentially autobiographical exposition by Kerouac in many volumes starting from his birth in 1922, to chart and vividly describe his relationship to the events, great and small, of his times. Those volumes bear the general title “The Legend Of Duluoz”. That is why we today, in the year of the forty anniversary of Kerouac’s death, are under the sign of his book of essays “The Dharma Bums”.
In a sense, as Kerouac himself often admitted, his fascination with Buddhism was something of an extension of his Gallic-etched Catholicism. That makes sense in that both religious expressions are filled with ritual and intense mystery. Thus, when Jack went west in the mid1950s to San Francisco and hooked up with the likes of poet Gary Snyder who was already a serious student of that religion/philosophical outlook it was natural that the restless Kerouac and the others would be attracted to this form of life, although it probably was, in the end, far too rigorous for Kerouac with his many earthy appetites. Nevertheless, this book presents that lifestyle and the youthful search for fulfillment that this searching represented in a very positive light and proved to be helpful to him in getting through some rough patches. Allen Ginsberg, a very close Kerouac friend at the time, became, for a while, a devotee of more substance and notoriety. However, and here we get back to the political realities, when the deal went down that religious philosophy could not hold up against the harsh political choices of the late 1960s when things got very “hot” in America, and the world.
Book Review
The Dharma Bums, Traveler, Jack Kerouac, Viking Press, New York, 1995
Some of the general points made below have been used in other reviews of books and materials by and about Jack Kerouac.
“As I have explained in another entry in this space in a DVD review of the film documentary “The Life And Times Of Allen Ginsberg”, recently I have been in a “beat” generation literary frame of mind. I think it helps to set the mood for commenting on one of Jack Kerouac’s major works, “The Dharma Bums”, a novel that explores his and his ‘beat” companions fascination, at least part time fascination, with the Buddhist lifestyle and philosophy in his well known spontaneous writing method at a time when he was trying to keep body and soul together, that it all started last summer when I happened to be in Lowell, Massachusetts on some personal business. Although I have had more than a few old time connections with that now worn out mill town I had not been there for some time. While walking in the downtown area I found myself crossing a small park adjacent to the site of a well-known mill museum and restored textile factory space. Needless to say, at least for any reader with a sense of literary history, at that park I found some very interesting memorial stones inscribed with excerpts from a number of Kerouac’s better known works dedicated to Lowell’s ‘bad boy’, the “king of the 1950s beat writers”.
And, just as naturally, when one thinks of Kerouac then, “On The Road”, his classic modern physical and literary ‘search’ for the meaning of America for his generation which came of age in post-World War II , readily comes to mind. No so well known, however, is the fact that that famous youthful novel was merely part of a much grander project, an essentially autobiographical exposition by Kerouac in many volumes starting from his birth in 1922, to chart and vividly describe his relationship to the events, great and small, of his times. Those volumes bear the general title “The Legend Of Duluoz”. That is why we today, in the year of the forty anniversary of Kerouac’s death, are under the sign of his book of essays “The Dharma Bums”.
In a sense, as Kerouac himself often admitted, his fascination with Buddhism was something of an extension of his Gallic-etched Catholicism. That makes sense in that both religious expressions are filled with ritual and intense mystery. Thus, when Jack went west in the mid1950s to San Francisco and hooked up with the likes of poet Gary Snyder who was already a serious student of that religion/philosophical outlook it was natural that the restless Kerouac and the others would be attracted to this form of life, although it probably was, in the end, far too rigorous for Kerouac with his many earthy appetites. Nevertheless, this book presents that lifestyle and the youthful search for fulfillment that this searching represented in a very positive light and proved to be helpful to him in getting through some rough patches. Allen Ginsberg, a very close Kerouac friend at the time, became, for a while, a devotee of more substance and notoriety. However, and here we get back to the political realities, when the deal went down that religious philosophy could not hold up against the harsh political choices of the late 1960s when things got very “hot” in America, and the world.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
*The October 17th 2009 Anti-war Rally In Boston- A "Guest Commentary"
Click on title to link to Boston United For Justice with Peace website for their take on the October 17, 2009 anti-war rally held in Copley Square in Boston.
Markin comment:
The only reason to post this UJP blog is to contrast their take and ours on the significance of the event and the road forward. Apparently, we are on the same planet, our hearts are probably in the right place but the strategies for the way forward indicate that we are in two different worlds.
Markin comment:
The only reason to post this UJP blog is to contrast their take and ours on the significance of the event and the road forward. Apparently, we are on the same planet, our hearts are probably in the right place but the strategies for the way forward indicate that we are in two different worlds.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
***Buddha Swings- The Jazz Music Of Benny Goodman
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Benny Goodman And His Band Performing "Sing, Sing, Sing".
CD Review
This Is Benny Goodman: Volume Two, Benny Goodman and various side men, RCA, 1972
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. And as highlighted here when he worked (and according to the memories of those who worked under him, worked them hard) small groups that demonstrated that swing could be done in that small combo, if you just had the right personnel. Proof here? “King Porter Stomp". “Avalon" (Christ, even the name gives the swing sense of the piece). “One O’Clock Jump”. "When Buddha Smiles" How’s that. If you need more, believe me there are more here and on other Goodman CD’s. No wonder Hitler, according to some memoirs of Hamburg youth that were made into a movie, wanted his work banned. Swing On...
CD Review
This Is Benny Goodman: Volume Two, Benny Goodman and various side men, RCA, 1972
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. And as highlighted here when he worked (and according to the memories of those who worked under him, worked them hard) small groups that demonstrated that swing could be done in that small combo, if you just had the right personnel. Proof here? “King Porter Stomp". “Avalon" (Christ, even the name gives the swing sense of the piece). “One O’Clock Jump”. "When Buddha Smiles" How’s that. If you need more, believe me there are more here and on other Goodman CD’s. No wonder Hitler, according to some memoirs of Hamburg youth that were made into a movie, wanted his work banned. Swing On...
*The King Of Swing- The Jazz Music Of Benny Goodman- Miss Peggy Lee Is In The House
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Peggy Lee Singing "Why Don't You Do Right?" Backed By Benny Goodman's Band.
CD Review
Benny Goodman And Peggy Lee, Peggy Lee, Benny Goodman and various side men, Columbia Records, 1989
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One was with small combos. The other is when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. No question, I am a sucker for a torch singer. Billy Holiday, Helen Whiting, Ivy Andersen, you name it. And naturally included on that list is Ms. Peggy Lee. No, not the Peggy Lee of the 1950's when I was growing up and she had changed her performing persona into a femme fatale with such hits as "Fever" but back in the days before I was born with Benny Goodman and the Swing era. I can still remember as a kid seeing a film clip of her in, I think, "Stage Door Canteen" doing her classic "Why Don't You Do Right Like Some Other Men Do". Wow. And this album is filled with such material from that 'innocent' era. Plenty of torch songs like "My Old Flame" and including Cole Porter standards like "Let's Do It". Naturally, Goodman is at his perfectionist best with a singer like Ms. Lee in front with just enough clarinet solos to keep things interesting. If you want to go back to the mists of time in the career of one Peggy Lee this one is for you.
CD Review
Benny Goodman And Peggy Lee, Peggy Lee, Benny Goodman and various side men, Columbia Records, 1989
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One was with small combos. The other is when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. No question, I am a sucker for a torch singer. Billy Holiday, Helen Whiting, Ivy Andersen, you name it. And naturally included on that list is Ms. Peggy Lee. No, not the Peggy Lee of the 1950's when I was growing up and she had changed her performing persona into a femme fatale with such hits as "Fever" but back in the days before I was born with Benny Goodman and the Swing era. I can still remember as a kid seeing a film clip of her in, I think, "Stage Door Canteen" doing her classic "Why Don't You Do Right Like Some Other Men Do". Wow. And this album is filled with such material from that 'innocent' era. Plenty of torch songs like "My Old Flame" and including Cole Porter standards like "Let's Do It". Naturally, Goodman is at his perfectionist best with a singer like Ms. Lee in front with just enough clarinet solos to keep things interesting. If you want to go back to the mists of time in the career of one Peggy Lee this one is for you.
*The King Of Swing- The Jazz Music Of Benny Goodman
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip OF Benny Goodman And His Band Performing "Sing, Sing, Sing".
CD Review
Benny Goodman: Gold Collection, Benny Goodman and various side men, Dejavu, 1992
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. And as highlighted here when he worked (and according to the memories of those who worked under him, worked them hard) small groups that demonstrated that swing could be done in that small combo, if you just had the right personnel. Proof here? “St. Louis Blues”. “Chloe” (Christ, even the name gives the swing sound sense of it). “One O’Clock Jump”. How’s that. If you need more, believe me there are more here and on other Goodman CD’s. No wonder Hitler, according to some memoirs of Hamburg youth that were made into a movie, wanted his work banned. Swing On...
CD Review
Benny Goodman: Gold Collection, Benny Goodman and various side men, Dejavu, 1992
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. And as highlighted here when he worked (and according to the memories of those who worked under him, worked them hard) small groups that demonstrated that swing could be done in that small combo, if you just had the right personnel. Proof here? “St. Louis Blues”. “Chloe” (Christ, even the name gives the swing sound sense of it). “One O’Clock Jump”. How’s that. If you need more, believe me there are more here and on other Goodman CD’s. No wonder Hitler, according to some memoirs of Hamburg youth that were made into a movie, wanted his work banned. Swing On...
*The King Of Swing- The Small Group Jazz Music Of Benny Goodman
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Benny Goodman's Band Performing A Swing Medley.
CD Review
Benny Goodman: Small Groups: 1941-1945, Benny Goodman and various side men, Columbia Records, 1989
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. And as highlighted here when he worked (and according to the memories of those who worked under him, worked them hard) small groups that demonstrated that swing could be done in that small combo, if you just had the right personnel. Proof here? "If I Had You", a hot "Blues In The Night", always the "St. Louis Blues" and two versions of "Body And Soul" Case closed, except.. Swing On.
CD Review
Benny Goodman: Small Groups: 1941-1945, Benny Goodman and various side men, Columbia Records, 1989
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). I mentioned in a recent review of the work of jazz singer Mildred Bailey that the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. I noted there, that, yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress” ). I would further note in the category of male bandleaders (that is, after all, what jazz was about back in the days, bands) Duke Ellington’s work has a similar status.
Taking this idea once more as my theme all of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz band leader under review, Benny Goodman into the picture. Duke Ellington set the standard in the 1940’s for the phrasing of a jazz piece, for the mix of instruments, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the piece, for the … well, underlying sense of what was going on. As I expressed elsewhere, for that something unsayable but certainly knowable when the music is done right. Benny Goodman, although I believe more into the commercial showmanship of the music than Ellington and others like Chick Correa (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots. But Benny had that something different, consciously so. He made his work jump to the swing that would get even a tongue-tied, doubled-jointed clod like this review up and dancing. That, my friends, is no mean trick.
I believe that Benny Goodman had two good stretches. One when he had the singer Peggy Lee fronting for his big band. And as highlighted here when he worked (and according to the memories of those who worked under him, worked them hard) small groups that demonstrated that swing could be done in that small combo, if you just had the right personnel. Proof here? "If I Had You", a hot "Blues In The Night", always the "St. Louis Blues" and two versions of "Body And Soul" Case closed, except.. Swing On.
Friday, October 16, 2009
*Jazz Days On My Mind- The Music Of Mildred Bailey
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Mildred Bailey Performing "Rocking Chair".
CD Review
Thanks For The Memories: Mildred Bailey, Giants Of Jazz, 1996
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). And the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. Yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress”).
All of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz singer under review, Mildred Bailey into the picture. Billie Holiday set the standard in the 1940’s (and to a lesser extent in the 1950’s when the dope started to get the best of her) for the phrasing of a jazz song, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the song, for the … well, underlying sense of the song. For that something unsayable but certainly knowable when a song is done right. Mildred Bailey and others (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots and that is why she and this “greatest hits’ compilation of her work are being reviewed here.
So what sticks out here in that regard? How about her rendition of Duke Ellington’s “I Didn’t Know About You”. Or King Oliver’s “’Taint What You Do”. Or, for that matter, Crosby’s “ A Ghost Of A Chance”. And, of course, “Gulf Coast Blues”. Finally, though, let us see why she is a cut below Billie and Bessie- “St Louis Blues”. That is the cut line. But she still is good. Listen up.
CD Review
Thanks For The Memories: Mildred Bailey, Giants Of Jazz, 1996
Musically, I am a blues man. I am informed, malformed, deformed, reformed by the blues. Then I am a rock man. And a folk man, in all its variants. So where doe that lead me into an exposition of jazz that I have recently started to write more about in this space. Well, let’s just call it an extension of the blues (not hard to do by the way). And the clearest example of that is Lady Day, Billie Holiday. Yes, I know that she was a jazz singer extraordinaire. But, the way she swept my blues away when I was down in the dumps sure makes me think she was the queen of the blues (Bessie Smith being, of course, outlandishly the “Empress”).
All of this is by a very round about way of bringing the jazz singer under review, Mildred Bailey into the picture. Billie Holiday set the standard in the 1940’s (and to a lesser extent in the 1950’s when the dope started to get the best of her) for the phrasing of a jazz song, for the hush that signaled a new direction to the song, for the … well, underlying sense of the song. For that something unsayable but certainly knowable when a song is done right. Mildred Bailey and others (who will be highlighted here later) had that in spots and that is why she and this “greatest hits’ compilation of her work are being reviewed here.
So what sticks out here in that regard? How about her rendition of Duke Ellington’s “I Didn’t Know About You”. Or King Oliver’s “’Taint What You Do”. Or, for that matter, Crosby’s “ A Ghost Of A Chance”. And, of course, “Gulf Coast Blues”. Finally, though, let us see why she is a cut below Billie and Bessie- “St Louis Blues”. That is the cut line. But she still is good. Listen up.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
*It Ain’t Always About Politics- The Recorded Topical Folk Song in American History- Man Versus Man (And Woman, Too)
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Flm Clip Of William And Versey Smith Performing " When The Great Ship Went Down"
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, manmade or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc Three: Man Versus Man (And Woman, Too). If you think man-made machine disasters or the handiwork of old “Mother Nature” have gotten a serious workout in the topical selections here, and in life, you ain’t seen nothing yet until you get to this third disc about the short tempers, ill-advised motives and general ne’r -do- well happenings when men and women, their loves, hatred, sorrows and misadventures get a musical rendering. Watch out, murder and mayhem are the least of it. Someone is going to jail, or the gallows. No question about it. Tops here are the old saga about poor old Dupree and his life of crime trying to please his lady in “Dupree Blues”. Needless to say the male of the species is not the only one subject to temptation and revenge as “Frankie” a much covered song with many variations is done here by the Dykes Magic City Trio. Of course the better known murder and outlaw tales of the ill-fated “Railroad Bill” and the likewise cursed “Tom Dooley” get a play here. Listen on.
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, manmade or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc Three: Man Versus Man (And Woman, Too). If you think man-made machine disasters or the handiwork of old “Mother Nature” have gotten a serious workout in the topical selections here, and in life, you ain’t seen nothing yet until you get to this third disc about the short tempers, ill-advised motives and general ne’r -do- well happenings when men and women, their loves, hatred, sorrows and misadventures get a musical rendering. Watch out, murder and mayhem are the least of it. Someone is going to jail, or the gallows. No question about it. Tops here are the old saga about poor old Dupree and his life of crime trying to please his lady in “Dupree Blues”. Needless to say the male of the species is not the only one subject to temptation and revenge as “Frankie” a much covered song with many variations is done here by the Dykes Magic City Trio. Of course the better known murder and outlaw tales of the ill-fated “Railroad Bill” and the likewise cursed “Tom Dooley” get a play here. Listen on.
*It Ain’t Always About Politics- The Recorded Topical Folk Song in American History- Man Versus Nature
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Charlie Patton Performing "High Water Everywhere, Part 2".
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Three CD Set, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, manmade or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc Two: Man Versus Nature. Although the marvels of modern technology have provided an increasing share of stories about the vagaries of the machine age old “Mother Nature”, especially when observed up close as is the case down on the farm or out on the prairies still confounds us with her fury. We need only go back a few years to Hurricane Katrina to get very quickly reminded of our sometimes precarious position in the scheme of things. Floods and fires are center stage in this disc and no such compilation on this subject can be complete without the work of the “pre-blues” man Charlie Patton here on several tracks, most importantly those two parts of “High Water Everywhere”. Uncle Dave Mason deserves a nod for “Tennessee Tornado” as does a young Son House for “Dry Spell Blues”. Also of note is Charlie Poole’s “Baltimore Fire” that Kate and Anna McGarrigle covered several years ago.
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Three CD Set, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, manmade or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc Two: Man Versus Nature. Although the marvels of modern technology have provided an increasing share of stories about the vagaries of the machine age old “Mother Nature”, especially when observed up close as is the case down on the farm or out on the prairies still confounds us with her fury. We need only go back a few years to Hurricane Katrina to get very quickly reminded of our sometimes precarious position in the scheme of things. Floods and fires are center stage in this disc and no such compilation on this subject can be complete without the work of the “pre-blues” man Charlie Patton here on several tracks, most importantly those two parts of “High Water Everywhere”. Uncle Dave Mason deserves a nod for “Tennessee Tornado” as does a young Son House for “Dry Spell Blues”. Also of note is Charlie Poole’s “Baltimore Fire” that Kate and Anna McGarrigle covered several years ago.
*It Ain’t Always About Politics- The Recorded Topical Folk Song in American History-Man Versus Machine
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Furry Lewis Performing " When I Lay My Burden Down".
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Three CD Set, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, manmade or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc One: Man Versus Machine. If your thing is plane wrecks, train wrecks and ship sinkings then this disc will provide you will all you need to know about the hazards involved in the early stages of the modern transportation revolution, especially if you need to know about 57 versions of the sinking of the “unsinkable” Titanic. The best of that lot is the William and Versy Smith cover of “When That Great Ship Went Down” that I remember Cambridge resident folkie Eric Von Schmidt covering in the early 1960’s. As for trains there is nothing better than the legendary country blues guitar impresario Furry Lewis, an artist whose work I have reviewed individually in this space, performing his two part of “Kassie Jones”. The Skillet Lickers “Wreck of The Old 97” also deserves a listen. Finally Blind Alfred Reed, another artist covered individually here, has a couple of things, most prominently “The Wreck Of The Old Virginian” you must listen to.
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Three CD Set, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, manmade or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc One: Man Versus Machine. If your thing is plane wrecks, train wrecks and ship sinkings then this disc will provide you will all you need to know about the hazards involved in the early stages of the modern transportation revolution, especially if you need to know about 57 versions of the sinking of the “unsinkable” Titanic. The best of that lot is the William and Versy Smith cover of “When That Great Ship Went Down” that I remember Cambridge resident folkie Eric Von Schmidt covering in the early 1960’s. As for trains there is nothing better than the legendary country blues guitar impresario Furry Lewis, an artist whose work I have reviewed individually in this space, performing his two part of “Kassie Jones”. The Skillet Lickers “Wreck of The Old 97” also deserves a listen. Finally Blind Alfred Reed, another artist covered individually here, has a couple of things, most prominently “The Wreck Of The Old Virginian” you must listen to.
*It Ain’t Always About Politics- The Topical Song in American Folklore-Man Versus Machine, Man Versus Nature, Man Versus Man (And Woman, Too)
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of William And Versy Smith Performing "When That Great Ship Went Down".
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Three CD Set, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, man made or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc One: Man Versus Machine. If your thing is plane wrecks, train wrecks and ship sinkings then this disc will provide you will all you need to know about the hazards involved in the early stages of the modern transportation revolution, especially if you need to know about 57 versions of the sinking of the “unsinkable” Titanic. The best of that lot is the William and Versy Smith cover of “When That Great Ship Went Down” that I remember Cambridge resident folkie Eric Von Schmidt covering in the early 1960’s. As for trains there is nothing better than the legendary country blues guitar impresario Furry Lewis, an artist whose work I have reviewed individually in this space, performing his two part of “Kassie Jones”. The Skillet Lickers “Wreck of The Old 97” also deserves a listen. Finally Blind Alfred Reed, another artist covered individually here, has a couple of things, most prominently “The Wreck Of The Old Virginian” you must listen to.
Disc Two: Man Versus Nature. Although the marvels of modern technology have provided an increasing share of stories about the vagaries of the machine age old “Mother Nature”, especially when observed up close as is the case down on the farm or out on the prairies still confounds us with her fury. We need only go back a few years to Hurricane Katrina to get very quickly reminded of our sometimes precarious position in the scheme of things. Floods and fires are center stage in this disc and no such compilation on this subject can be complete without the work of the “pre-blues” man Charlie Patton here on several tracks, most importantly those two parts of “High Water Everywhere”. Uncle Dave Mason deserves a nod for “Tennessee Tornado” as does a young Son House for “Dry Spell Blues”. Also of note is Charlie Poole’s “Baltimore Fire” that Kate and Anna McGarrigle covered several years ago.
Disc Three: Man Versus Man (And Woman, Too). If you think man-made machine disasters or the handiwork of old “Mother Nature” have gotten a serious workout in the topical selections here, and in life, you ain’t seen nothing yet until you get to this third disc about the short tempers, ill-advised motives and general ne’r -do- well happenings when men and women, their loves, hatred, sorrows and misadventures get a musical rendering. Watch out, murder and mayhem are the least of it. Someone is going to jail, or the gallows. No question about it. Tops here are the old saga about poor old Dupree and his life of crime trying to please his lady in “Dupree Blues”. Needless to say the male of the species is not the only one subject to temptation and revenge as “Frankie” a much covered song with many variations is done here by the Dykes Magic City Trio. Of course the better known murder and outlaw tales of the ill-fated “Railroad Bill” and the likewise cursed “Tom Dooley” get a play here. Listen on.
CD Review
People Take Warning!: Murder Ballads& Disaster Songs, 1913-1938, Three CD Set, Tompkins Square, 2007
Yes, for the umpth time, I am deep in research of the roots, the many roots of American folk music. As part of this search I have spilled plenty of ink over the folk revival of the 1960’s, and its links to today’s folk scene, that I have the most intimate knowledge about. But that is hardly the end of the story. In fact the 1960’s folk revival is something of the tail end of a vast exploration done by a few musicologists, most famously the father and son team of John and Alan Lomax. While the revival itself explored many kinds of music from the mountains of Appalachia to the plains of Texas and beyond the “rage” for roots then, exploited most effectively by the likes of Bob Dylan, centered on the topical songs of the day done by in the age old manner of the traveling troubadours of yore.
While the subject matter of the 1960’s scene, naturally, tendered toward the overtly political around the issues of conventional war, nuclear disarmament, the fierce civil rights struggle in the American South that dominated all serious talk, social isolation, the rebellion against social conformity and the like historically the “singing” newspaper tradition was far from those “deep” concerns. The tendency was to be more personal either with songs of love. longing for love or of thwarted love or on a more mundane level disaster, man made or natural, murders and other sensational crimes and whatever other local gossip could be turned into a ballad. But beyond that, as this compilation bears witness to every song seemingly had to provide a cautionary note.
Whether that note was to beware of getting to dependent on the emerging whirlwind of the newest technologies like the airplane or “unsinkable” ships, the mysteries of natural disasters like floods and fire or the hazards of pre-martial sex, being a vexing wife or coveting another man’s the hand of “God” was written all over these things. People take warning was not only, or merely, a convenient metaphor to set the parameters of the song. That is what this three CD set is all about. So if you want to know about train wrecks ship wrecks, grizzly murders, the sorrows of the Great Depression and other obscure tales from the early 20th century then here is your chance to those subjects all in one place. And, incidentally, with a very nice and informative booklet of liner notes included, a grand piece of the puzzle of roots musical history and a small capsule of American everyday history.
Disc One: Man Versus Machine. If your thing is plane wrecks, train wrecks and ship sinkings then this disc will provide you will all you need to know about the hazards involved in the early stages of the modern transportation revolution, especially if you need to know about 57 versions of the sinking of the “unsinkable” Titanic. The best of that lot is the William and Versy Smith cover of “When That Great Ship Went Down” that I remember Cambridge resident folkie Eric Von Schmidt covering in the early 1960’s. As for trains there is nothing better than the legendary country blues guitar impresario Furry Lewis, an artist whose work I have reviewed individually in this space, performing his two part of “Kassie Jones”. The Skillet Lickers “Wreck of The Old 97” also deserves a listen. Finally Blind Alfred Reed, another artist covered individually here, has a couple of things, most prominently “The Wreck Of The Old Virginian” you must listen to.
Disc Two: Man Versus Nature. Although the marvels of modern technology have provided an increasing share of stories about the vagaries of the machine age old “Mother Nature”, especially when observed up close as is the case down on the farm or out on the prairies still confounds us with her fury. We need only go back a few years to Hurricane Katrina to get very quickly reminded of our sometimes precarious position in the scheme of things. Floods and fires are center stage in this disc and no such compilation on this subject can be complete without the work of the “pre-blues” man Charlie Patton here on several tracks, most importantly those two parts of “High Water Everywhere”. Uncle Dave Mason deserves a nod for “Tennessee Tornado” as does a young Son House for “Dry Spell Blues”. Also of note is Charlie Poole’s “Baltimore Fire” that Kate and Anna McGarrigle covered several years ago.
Disc Three: Man Versus Man (And Woman, Too). If you think man-made machine disasters or the handiwork of old “Mother Nature” have gotten a serious workout in the topical selections here, and in life, you ain’t seen nothing yet until you get to this third disc about the short tempers, ill-advised motives and general ne’r -do- well happenings when men and women, their loves, hatred, sorrows and misadventures get a musical rendering. Watch out, murder and mayhem are the least of it. Someone is going to jail, or the gallows. No question about it. Tops here are the old saga about poor old Dupree and his life of crime trying to please his lady in “Dupree Blues”. Needless to say the male of the species is not the only one subject to temptation and revenge as “Frankie” a much covered song with many variations is done here by the Dykes Magic City Trio. Of course the better known murder and outlaw tales of the ill-fated “Railroad Bill” and the likewise cursed “Tom Dooley” get a play here. Listen on.
Monday, October 12, 2009
*Support Gay Marriage Rights- Down With The Federal Defense Of Marriage Act And State Laws Against Same -Sex Marrage!
Click on title to link to "Boston Globe" article about the massive demonstration in Washington, D.C. in support of gay rights- the right of same-sex marriage and the right to be openly gay in the military.
*There Is No Eye, Indeed- John Cohen’s Music For Photographs
Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of The New Lost City Ramblers Performing "The Soldier And The Lady".
CD (Plus Booklet Of Photographs) Review
There Is No Eye: Music For Photographs, music by various performers and photographs by John Cohen, Smithsonian/Folkways (Of course), 2001
Recently I was asked by a commenter on one of my blog sites how this current rash of reviews of mountain music, roots music or what have you that I have been frantically writing relates to the general theme of my work, reviews and comments on the history of the left in America and our current propaganda tasks. Good question. Hidden away in the recesses of trying to understand our common plebeian political history and why we have been on the political defensive for almost one hundred years now in our efforts to bring some social justice to this beleaguered country and establish some sense of working class consciousness is a rich, if underappreciated, body of cultural work, including musical, artistic and literary work, trying, one way or another, to do just that thing.
Those cultural efforts may not have always been, consciously or not, on the order of what is necessary to turn the capitalist regime out. They may not have always been made to order for our more thoroughly thought out theories of social struggle. And, certainly, the works and their creators or performers may not have always been “politically correct” and we may be forced to create an every day policy akin to the American military’s policy on the question of gays in the service- “don’t ask, don’t tell” in regard to some of the musical characters that are given space here but this is our common history- warts and all. The point to move on from there.
All of the above is by way of introducing a very interesting piece of Americana put out in 2001 by, one could almost say naturally, by Smithsonian/Folkways. As the headline to this review indicates this CD combines roots music and photographs by John Cohen of the performers in question to accompany that music. For those not familiar with the folk revival of the 1960’s John Cohen was already waiting at the gate for the young folkies to arrive at Greenwich Village. He, along with Tom Paley and Mike Seeger (venerable Pete’s half-brother), had already formed The New Lost City Ramblers who were an important catalyst in finding and “discovering” much roots music- just because they thought it was important to keep that tradition alive. Well, what do you think about that?
Almost every one familiar with roots music knows of the work of Pete Seeger’s father in going out into the field to record or listen to roots music back in the day. As many, perhaps, know of Pete’s own work in this area. Moreover, it is almost impossible to be interested in this genre and not know the work of John and then his son Alan Lomax (and to a much lesser extent Harry Smith). Many fewer, including this reviewer, knew of the field work of John Cohen, as least in taking pictures of musicians in the field. There is a 36 page booklet that accompanies this CD filled with liner notes and some of those photographs. This, my friends, is part of our history. Yes, part of our American left history.
For those non-believers let me just give a few examples to whet your appetite. How about Reverend Gary Davis, a country blues guitar virtuoso who has been the subject of more than one review in this space doing.” If I Had My Way”. Of course from the urban blue genre an early Muddy Waters doing “I Can’t Be Satisfied”. Or a very young Bob Dylan doing a song (on a radio show) that even an aficionado like me had not previously heard, “Roll On John”. How about Roscoe Holcomb, another name mentioned more than once in this space, doing “Man Of Constant Sorrow”. He is a man of Appalachia who I was thinking of when I mentioned that don’t ask, don’t tell policy above. You just know that he is one of those God-fearing good old boys. The same with Eck Robinson here doing the classic (and much covered) “Sally Goodin”. Needless to say no compilation in the modern era can skip over the work of North Carolina’s Elizabeth Cotten here performing “Oh Babe , It Ain’t No Lie”. Or, for that matter Woody Guthrie (whose pensive, I think as I am not sure of the date of the picture, photograph graces the cover of this CD) doing “Ramblin’ Round”. Of course, as mentioned above Brother Cohen gives a nod, rightly so, to his own work with The New Lost City Ramblers here doing “Buck Creek Girl”.
Now if all of this is not enough to make my point about the interconnection between our leftist sensibilities and our common musical roots heritage then this last point will have to do. One of the selections here seems out of kilter. That is a modern jazzy piece by the David Amram Quartet doing a scat called ‘Pull My Daisy”. For those, again, not familiar with the New York scene in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s this is also the name of film that “Beats” Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassidy (the model for the Dean Moriarty character in Kerouac’s “On The Road”) and Allen Ginsberg wrote, acted in, and produced. One may question the leftist (or any political) credentials of the ‘‘beats” but one cannot gainsay their seeking for American roots. There is a definite line from the Walt Whitman of “Leaves of Grass” arguably the first serious literary search for an American road to the “‘beats”. That, however, is best left for another day. Enough for now, except roots music and photos. Kudos Brother Cohen. Better check this one out.
CD (Plus Booklet Of Photographs) Review
There Is No Eye: Music For Photographs, music by various performers and photographs by John Cohen, Smithsonian/Folkways (Of course), 2001
Recently I was asked by a commenter on one of my blog sites how this current rash of reviews of mountain music, roots music or what have you that I have been frantically writing relates to the general theme of my work, reviews and comments on the history of the left in America and our current propaganda tasks. Good question. Hidden away in the recesses of trying to understand our common plebeian political history and why we have been on the political defensive for almost one hundred years now in our efforts to bring some social justice to this beleaguered country and establish some sense of working class consciousness is a rich, if underappreciated, body of cultural work, including musical, artistic and literary work, trying, one way or another, to do just that thing.
Those cultural efforts may not have always been, consciously or not, on the order of what is necessary to turn the capitalist regime out. They may not have always been made to order for our more thoroughly thought out theories of social struggle. And, certainly, the works and their creators or performers may not have always been “politically correct” and we may be forced to create an every day policy akin to the American military’s policy on the question of gays in the service- “don’t ask, don’t tell” in regard to some of the musical characters that are given space here but this is our common history- warts and all. The point to move on from there.
All of the above is by way of introducing a very interesting piece of Americana put out in 2001 by, one could almost say naturally, by Smithsonian/Folkways. As the headline to this review indicates this CD combines roots music and photographs by John Cohen of the performers in question to accompany that music. For those not familiar with the folk revival of the 1960’s John Cohen was already waiting at the gate for the young folkies to arrive at Greenwich Village. He, along with Tom Paley and Mike Seeger (venerable Pete’s half-brother), had already formed The New Lost City Ramblers who were an important catalyst in finding and “discovering” much roots music- just because they thought it was important to keep that tradition alive. Well, what do you think about that?
Almost every one familiar with roots music knows of the work of Pete Seeger’s father in going out into the field to record or listen to roots music back in the day. As many, perhaps, know of Pete’s own work in this area. Moreover, it is almost impossible to be interested in this genre and not know the work of John and then his son Alan Lomax (and to a much lesser extent Harry Smith). Many fewer, including this reviewer, knew of the field work of John Cohen, as least in taking pictures of musicians in the field. There is a 36 page booklet that accompanies this CD filled with liner notes and some of those photographs. This, my friends, is part of our history. Yes, part of our American left history.
For those non-believers let me just give a few examples to whet your appetite. How about Reverend Gary Davis, a country blues guitar virtuoso who has been the subject of more than one review in this space doing.” If I Had My Way”. Of course from the urban blue genre an early Muddy Waters doing “I Can’t Be Satisfied”. Or a very young Bob Dylan doing a song (on a radio show) that even an aficionado like me had not previously heard, “Roll On John”. How about Roscoe Holcomb, another name mentioned more than once in this space, doing “Man Of Constant Sorrow”. He is a man of Appalachia who I was thinking of when I mentioned that don’t ask, don’t tell policy above. You just know that he is one of those God-fearing good old boys. The same with Eck Robinson here doing the classic (and much covered) “Sally Goodin”. Needless to say no compilation in the modern era can skip over the work of North Carolina’s Elizabeth Cotten here performing “Oh Babe , It Ain’t No Lie”. Or, for that matter Woody Guthrie (whose pensive, I think as I am not sure of the date of the picture, photograph graces the cover of this CD) doing “Ramblin’ Round”. Of course, as mentioned above Brother Cohen gives a nod, rightly so, to his own work with The New Lost City Ramblers here doing “Buck Creek Girl”.
Now if all of this is not enough to make my point about the interconnection between our leftist sensibilities and our common musical roots heritage then this last point will have to do. One of the selections here seems out of kilter. That is a modern jazzy piece by the David Amram Quartet doing a scat called ‘Pull My Daisy”. For those, again, not familiar with the New York scene in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s this is also the name of film that “Beats” Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassidy (the model for the Dean Moriarty character in Kerouac’s “On The Road”) and Allen Ginsberg wrote, acted in, and produced. One may question the leftist (or any political) credentials of the ‘‘beats” but one cannot gainsay their seeking for American roots. There is a definite line from the Walt Whitman of “Leaves of Grass” arguably the first serious literary search for an American road to the “‘beats”. That, however, is best left for another day. Enough for now, except roots music and photos. Kudos Brother Cohen. Better check this one out.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
*Under The Spell Of Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row"-On Obama's Nobel 'Peace' Prize
Click on title to link to YouTube's film clip of Bob Dylan performing his 1960s classic "Desolation Row".
Markin comment:
Every once in a while, and today is one of them, I NEED to listen to or read the lyrics to what is probably my most listened to Bob Dylan song. After news about American imperial chief Obama's winning the Nobel Peace Prize (an award also won by Henry Kissinger, Jimmy Carter and Al Gore among others which tells the tale)for some fluff about peace when he is getting ready to pull the hammer on troop escalation in Afghanistan has put me in a surreal frame of mind. But just to show I am still on top- Nobel Peace "Poster Child" Obama- Immediate Unconditional Withdrawal Of All U.S./Allied Troops From Afghanistan (And Iraq Too)!
Desolation Row
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music
Markin comment:
Every once in a while, and today is one of them, I NEED to listen to or read the lyrics to what is probably my most listened to Bob Dylan song. After news about American imperial chief Obama's winning the Nobel Peace Prize (an award also won by Henry Kissinger, Jimmy Carter and Al Gore among others which tells the tale)for some fluff about peace when he is getting ready to pull the hammer on troop escalation in Afghanistan has put me in a surreal frame of mind. But just to show I am still on top- Nobel Peace "Poster Child" Obama- Immediate Unconditional Withdrawal Of All U.S./Allied Troops From Afghanistan (And Iraq Too)!
Desolation Row
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music
*The Days Of Rage- From Bob Feldman's Blog- A Guest Film Clip
Click on title to link to YouTube's film clip on "The Days Of Rage", including commentary by last year's 'villain of the year' in bourgeois circles, Professor Bill Ayers.
*The 40th Anniversary Of The "Days Of Rage"-October 1969- The Days Of Political Futility
Click on title to link to Wikipedia's entry for the "Days Of Rage".
Markin comment:
I was originally going to make some extended remarks about this 'event' but after thinking about it, given how far we are removed in political time, space and consciousness from even that futile gesture against that version of the American imperial war machine I decided there were other topics that are more pressing and worthy of commentary. Like today where have all the anti-war, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist protesters gone? Liberal, radical or revolutionary. We are at square one (or maybe one and one-half) and best realize that.
A couple of little, little comments to finish up. The rationale for this entry can be summed up this way- Today I am 'wishing' that the energy of those "days of rage", if not the political confusion behind the events, was stirring the political air. And the disastrous outcome of this event, for a lot of people I knew back in those days and who were sympathetic to its aims, got us thinking not only about the futility of isolated, virtually leaderless actions, but to seriously "hit the books" and go back to look seriously at the work of Karl Marx and fighting for a perspective of a mass movement based on the leadership role of the working class as the way to bring social change. That, my friends, is still a good lesson to remember on these cool, lonely nights.
Markin comment:
I was originally going to make some extended remarks about this 'event' but after thinking about it, given how far we are removed in political time, space and consciousness from even that futile gesture against that version of the American imperial war machine I decided there were other topics that are more pressing and worthy of commentary. Like today where have all the anti-war, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist protesters gone? Liberal, radical or revolutionary. We are at square one (or maybe one and one-half) and best realize that.
A couple of little, little comments to finish up. The rationale for this entry can be summed up this way- Today I am 'wishing' that the energy of those "days of rage", if not the political confusion behind the events, was stirring the political air. And the disastrous outcome of this event, for a lot of people I knew back in those days and who were sympathetic to its aims, got us thinking not only about the futility of isolated, virtually leaderless actions, but to seriously "hit the books" and go back to look seriously at the work of Karl Marx and fighting for a perspective of a mass movement based on the leadership role of the working class as the way to bring social change. That, my friends, is still a good lesson to remember on these cool, lonely nights.
* All Out To Oppose Obama's Aghan War (And Iraq And Pakistan Too!) On October 17th-The Streets Are Not For Dreaming Now!
Click on title to link to information about next weekend's (October 17, 2009)th) scheduled anti-war activities from the "United For Justice With Peace" web site. As usual I will make the disclaimer that I almost totally disagree with every strategic and tactical move this organization makes. However, we need to get to the streets now so this is the activity that we have to participate in-under our own anti-imperialist, anti-militarist, anti-capitalist banners. Simply put- "Obama-Immediate Withdrawal Of All U.S./Allied Troops From Afghanistan (And Iraq and Pakistan Too!)"
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