Happy Birthday To You-
By Lester Lannon
I am devoted to a local
folk station WUMB which is run out of the campus of U/Mass-Boston over near
Boston Harbor. At one time this station was an independent one based in
Cambridge but went under when their significant demographic base deserted or
just passed on once the remnant of the folk minute really did sink below the
horizon.
So much for radio folk
history except to say that the DJs on many of the programs go out of their ways
to commemorate or celebrate the birthdays of many folk, rock, blues and related
genre artists. So many and so often that I have had a hard time keeping up with
noting those occurrences in this space which after all is dedicated to such
happening along the historical continuum.
To “solve” this problem
I have decided to send birthday to that grouping of musicians on an arbitrary
basis as I come across their names in other contents or as someone here has
written about them and we have them in the archives. This may not be the best
way to acknowledge them, but it does do so in a respectful manner.
By
Bart Webber
I
have not much to say that already has not already been said by me or others
about the recent shake-up and turn-over of regimes at this site. I am sure that
most readers would be more than happy not to see a supposedly bright cohort of
writers acting like this was electoral politics and a fight over spoils or
worse some fight in academic circles
where there really are no holds barred when somebody get their hackles
up. However, I, like Jack Callahan, another old-timer who was both friends with
the previous site manager whose name I will not use since there had been a
recent mandate to be stop doing so further to be commented on in a minute and a
big financial backer of this and several other linked sites are concerned about
the drift as exemplified by that “notice” and, more importantly, rumors of
dramatic changes in the subject matter and emphasis of this blog away from the
original purposes also to be commented on below.
Funny
democracy, or the democratic façade, works in mysterious ways-or stops working.
During the height of the internal fight which as everybody now should know was
a knockdown, drag out fight essentially between the younger and older writers concerning
who was in charge and what was to be written about everybody for a period was
encouraged to freely write about their takes on the situation under some theory
that the yakking out loud might be of interest to the readership about the
inner workings of social media sites.
When Greg Green took over day to day operations aided by his hand-picked
and some say toady Editorial Board he further encouraged such discussion. Until
he, they, that supposedly independent and liberal Board didn’t. Put out the
word, the “notice” which everybody young and old took as a “warning” to cease
and desist using the old site manager’s name (and accomplishments which were
many) in the interest of “moving on.” So
much for democracy, or better democratic façade.
More
troubling since even a fair number of the younger writers, including a couple
who sit on that august Ed Board, are shocked by the rumors that soon there will
be dramatic changes in what is presented here and who will present the
material. One of the big complaints that the younger writers had, which in
truth had some merit, was that the site was too, way too mired in the past.
Specifically that the older writers were tending to crawl back into their
nostalgic 1960s coming of age roots reflected in the incredible number of old-time
films, books, music, political dreams, and cultural events reported on. That
the younger writers were forced to write about stuff that didn’t experience or
know about and in the words of more than one in the heat of battle didn’t give
a f- -k about. That came to a head with the massive coverage of the 50th
anniversary of the Summer of Love, 1967 which most of them were either too
young to remember or were not even born yet.
Now
the wheel seems to be turning the other way which I with which have just had some
direct experience. When I attempted to submit this piece about Dave Van Ronk, a
pivotal figure in the early 1960s folk music world, I was told by Greg (who invoked
that flunky Ed Board over-filled with his internal fight supporters) that it
might not run since the Board was concerned that there had already been too
much on this site about that minor musical genre. Moreover I was told to cut it
to about three hundred words if they decided to post the piece. I have refused
to cut except for some tightening of a few parts suggested by a helpful junior
editor. That refusal bought some space for this piece but also another “notice”
about “broadening our horizons.” This is, what did Jack Callahan call it, yeah,
the opening shot of my campaign to save this important genre on the American
and cultural landscape if not so much now then in earlier times.
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Sure
everybody, everybody over the age of say fifty to be on the safe side, knows
about Bob Dylan. About how he, after serving something like an apprenticeship
under the influence of Woody Guthrie in the late 1950s, became if not the voice
of the Generation of ’68, my generation, which he probably did not seriously
aspire in the final analysis, then the master troubadour of the age.
(Troubadour in the medieval sense of bringing news to the people and
entertaining them as well.) So, yes, that story has been pretty well covered.
But of course that is hardly the end of the story since Dylan did not create
that now hallowed folk minute of the early 1960s but was washed by it when he
came East into the Village where there was a cauldron of talent trying to make
folk the next big thing, big cultural thing for the young and restless of the
post-World War II generations. And one of the talents who was already there,
lived there, came from around there was the late Dave Van Ronk who deservedly
fancied himself a folk historian as well as musician.
That
former role is important because we all know that behind the “king” is the
“fixer man,” the guy who knows what is what, the guy who tells one and all what
the roots of the matter were. Dave Van Ronk was serious about that part,
serious about imparting that knowledge about the little influences that had
accumulated during the middle to late 1950s especially around New York which
set up that folk minute.
He
told a funny story, actually two funny stories about the folk scene and his
part in which will give you an idea about his place in the pantheon. During the
late 1950s after the publication of Jack Kerouac’s ground-breaking road
wanderlust adventure novel that got young blood stirring, On The Road,
the jazz scene, the cool be-bop jazz scene and poetry reading, poems reflecting
off of “beat” giant Allen Ginsberg’s Howl the clubs and
coffeehouse of the Village were ablaze with readings and cool jazz, people
waiting in line to get in to hear the next big poetic wisdom if you can believe
that. The crush meant that there were several shows per evening. But how to get
rid of one audience to bring in another in those small quarters was a
challenge.
Presto,
if you wanted to clear the house just bring in some desperate from hunger
snarly nasal folk singer for a couple, maybe three songs, and if that did not
clear the high art poetry house then that folk singer was a goner. A goner
until the folk minute of the 1960s who probably in that same club played for
the “basket.” And so the roots of New York City folk. The second story involved
his authoritative role as a folk historian who after the folk minute had passed
became the subject matter for, well, for doctoral dissertations of course. Eager
young students breaking new ground in folk history who would come to him for
the “skinny”. Now Van Ronk had a peculiar if not savage sense of humor and
could not abide academia and its’ barren insider language so when those eager
young students came a calling he would give them some gibberish which they
would duly note and footnote. Here is the funny part. That gibberish would then
be cited by some other young and eager student complete with the appropriate
footnote. Nice touch, nice touch indeed on that one.
As for Van Ronk’s music, his
musicianship which he cultivated throughout his life, I think the best way to
describe that for me is that one Sunday night in the early 1960s I was
listening to the local folk program on WBZ hosted by Dick Summer (who was
influential in boosting local folk musician Tom Rush’s career and who is
featured on a recent Tom Rush documentary No Regrets) when this
gravelly-voice guy, sounding like some old mountain pioneer, sang the Kentucky
hills classic Fair and Tender Ladies. After that I was hooked on that
voice and that depth of feeling that he brought to every song even those of his
own creation which were spoofs on some issue of the day. I saw him perform many
times over the years and had expected to see him perform as part of Rosalie
Sorrels’ farewell concert at Saunders Theater at Harvard in 2003. He had died a
few weeks before. I would note when I had seen him for what turned out to be my
last time he did not look well and had been, as always, drinking heavily and
his performance was subpar. But that is at the end. For a long time he sang
well, sang us well with his own troubadour style, and gave us plenty of real
information about the history of American folk music.
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