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Kate McGarrigle, Co-Founder of Seminal Folk Traditional Duo, Dies

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

Martha Wainwright, Kate McGarrigle and Rufus Wainwright (Mark Seliger)

Kate McGarrigle died yesterday and I am heartbroken. She was one of the co-founders of the sublime McGarrigles, a two, and sometime three-sister folk traditional ensemble that composed some of the most gorgeous songs to have come out of North American folk revivial movement over the past forty years. Rather than recount their achievement here, I’ll let an essay I wrote for the Encyclopedia of Folk and Blues speak for itself.

Suffice to say, the McGarrigles were one of the most influential groups on my musical tastes over that same period. I’ve seen them perform numberous times. Their songwriting was impeccable. Their singing was quirky, but winning. They were eccentrics and iconoclasts in the best sense of the word. Today, they could never have recorded an album, at least for a major label as they did for Reprise for many years. There would never have been a Heart Like a Wheel, at least not one covered as a blockbuster hit by Linda Ronstadt.

They were fierce, they were true, they were real, they were precious. They were women. They were not fools. Thank God we had Kate among us to sing to us for lo these many years. My deepest sympathies to Anna and Jane McGarrigle and Kate’s children Rufus and Martha Wainwright, who survive her.

I’ve always found it interesting that Kate and Anna never found musical success on the order their record company expected for them. But Kate’s son, Rufus, in particular has become a mega star and Martha has also found success. What is it about either contemporary musical tastes or Rufus’ style that has brought him fame that eluded his mother and aunt? The answer to this is that perhaps the McGarrigle sisters were not built for fame. Their voices were subtle and even slightly quavery. Their music was elegant and even quaint. They weren’t straight-ahead anything. They also seemed personally shy and reserved. Perhaps these are things all of which Rufus is not and that explains his success.

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from Folk & Blues: An Encyclopedia, St. Martin’s Press, 2001
KATE AND ANNA McGARRIGLE

Kate and Anna McGarrigle have not achieved the level of popularity and record sales of contemporary performers such as Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris, the Roches, Leonard Cohen, or Maria Muldaur, but they comprise one of the most musically and lyrically gifted sister folk duos originating in the early 1970s second- generation folk-pop movement. They went their own musical way, never slavishly imitating anyone for the sake of tagging onto a popular style. Because of their iconoclasm they are all the more adored by their devoted musical followers.

Kate and Anna were born in 1940s Montreal. An older sister, Jane, also sang professionally with them for a short period. They grew up in St. Saveur-des-Mont, in the Laurentian Mountains of Quebec, about forty-five miles north of Montreal. Their interest in music came from their father, Frank, and his side of the family. Frank’s father became the first movie theater exhibitor in New Brunswick around 1906, according to an article by Mike Regenstreif, Kate & Anna McGarrigle: On Their Own Terms (in the February-March 1997 issue of Sing Out!). Between screenings, the young Frank and his sister, Anna, would sing Stephen Foster tunes and turn-of-the-century parlor songs.

“Music was always there at home,” Kate told Regenstreif. “My father would sit at the piano at night and play those songs. At parties, somebody would get up and sing, and my father would accompany them and sing the harmony. There were lots of friends and uncles and each would get up and give their big song.”

Kate continued, in an interview with Richard Silverstein: “We were children of the middle class. My dad played funny ditties and drinking songs from the 1930s. We didn’t really have an Irish folk tradition even though we were half Irish. . .There was no Irish folk tradition because they were subsumed under the prevailing English Canadian culture. The French, on the other hand, were quite the opposite. As an oppressed people, it was quite important for them to remember their language, history, and music. No conqueror would take that away from them.”

The McGarrigle sisters’ mom, Gaby, was also musical. She once played violin in the Bell Telephone Orchestra. Gaby loved the old music hall songs that were popular in the era after she was born (1904). The daughters told Regenstreif the story of their mother accompanying her father to the burlesque shows at Montreal’s legendary Gayety Theatre during World War I: “Gaby’s dad was French Canadian and didn’t understand English that well and she used to go to translate for him. ” One morning during that period, she came to school quite late. “Gabrielle, why are you late?” demanded a nun. “I had to go to the Gayety with my father,” she replied, to the consternation of her classmates.

The young McGarrigle sisters took piano lessons from the nuns of St. Saveur. At the age of ten, Kate remembers her dad showing her guitar chords. There were also a ukulele, a banuke (a banjo with a ukulele neck), and a zither around the house. In the 1950s Kate and Anna listened to popular music of the era: Carl Perkins and the Everly Brothers. “Janie had gone away to boarding school in Ontario when she was fourteen, and she really got into country blues and folksongs as well as McGarrigle originals. music. She introduced us to a lot of songs that otherwise we might not have heard,” Anna told Regenstreit. On Saturday nights “on a good night, the clear signal [of WWVA] from Wheeling, West Virginia, crossed hundreds of miles and international borders” to be heard by two sisters hungry for this music from another world. In the 1960s the McGarrigles were Montreal high school students. They once sneaked out of the house to see a Pete Seeger concert with an older friend of whom their parents disapproved. They discovered folk music and from that moment Kate wanted her own banjo. Then they saw the Weavers and quickly formed a folk- singing trio with a high school friend. They sang songs like Swing Low, Sweet Chariot and appeared at the Finjan, an early-’60s Montreal coffeehouse owned by Simon Asch.

In 1962, they met Peter Weldon and Jack Nissenson, members of a Montreal traditional folk group called Pharisees. Weldon and Nissenson knew folk legends like EwanMacColl and Peggy Seeger. They even owned Montreal’s first Joseph Spence albums. The McGarrigles joined Nissenson and Weldon as the Mountain City Four. Kate told Silverstein:

“We entered into the folk scene through the records of Joan Baez and Bob Dylan. But when we met Nissenson and Weldon, they introduced us to music at the sources and said, Forget about Joan Baez! Go to the sources at all times. Don’t copy styles, just learn the original music.’ I think that’s why we have an original sound. We didn’t try to imitate anyone, with the possible exception of Dylan, who everyone tried to imitate at one time or another.”

While performing with the Mountain City Four, Kate and Anna began singing traditional standards like Willie Moore; Carter Family songs like Lonesome Valley; French Canadian songs like V’La L’Bon Vent; contemporary folksongs like “Land of the Muskeg”; and Arthur Crudup’s Mean Old ‘Frisco” In the Montreal folk scene, the McGarrigles met Galt McDermott, who later composed the music for Hair; Broadway’s first rock musical. McDermott songs No Biscuit Blues and Cover Up My Head made it onto the McGarrigles’ second and third Warner Brothers albums, Dancer with Bruised Knees and Pronto Monto.

Eventually, Chaim Tannenbaum, Dane Lanken (who later married Anna), and others joined the Mountain City Four. Meanwhile, Kate studied engineering at McGill and Anna took painting courses at L’Ecole Beaux Arts. It was during this period they met the French lyricist Philippe Tatartcheff, who studied at McGill and eventually completed his Ph.D. at the Sorbonne in Paris.

Kate decided to pursue a musical career in New York after college. She and Roma Baran formed a duo with Kate on piano and Roma on guitar, performing old blues and folksongs as well as McGarrigle originals. They played the Gaslight and Gerde’s Folk City in New York. They received a record offer but turned it down. In this period, both Kate and Anna began to write their own songs. Anna’s first song was Heart Like a Wheel (Listen Here). Incredibly, (when one thinks of the song’s subsequent popularity after it was recorded by Linda Ronstadt), Anna had no performing ambitions. The way Anna tells it, her lack of interest in performing helped her hone her writing skills. Kate’s musical maturity came slower, until, inspired by the burgeoning folk songwriting scene, she wrote The Work Song and one of their most haunting ballads Talk To Me Of Mendocino.

Kate and Roma’s musical breakthrough came at the 1970 Philadelphia Folk Festival, where their Saturday night performance drew a rave New York Times review. They opened for Jerry Jeff Walker at the Gaslight. When Jerry Jeff heard their closing tune, Heart Like a the Wheel, he asked for a demo tape to send to Linda Ronstadt, who was putting together songs for a solo album. In 1971, Roma and Kate split up. Roma returned to school and Kate married Loudon Wainwright III, who covered We’ve Come a Long Way. Maria Muldaur covered The Work Song. The group McKendree Spring recorded Heart Like a Wheel in 1972. Kate and Anna’s big break came in 1974, when Ronstadt put Heart Like a Wheel on her album by the same name. Maria Muldaur invited Kate to sing harmony on a gospel song for one of her records. Muldaur also chose to sing Anna’s Cool River, for which producer Joe Boyd asked Kate to play piano. As Regenstreif recounts, when Kate told him she didn’t know the piano track, he said, “What do you mean you don’t know it? You wrote it!” She explained that Anna, her sister, wrote the song. Soon Anna said good-bye to her coworkers in Montreal and boarded a plane to L.A. When they entered the studio to make a demo tape for Warner Brothers, they didn’t know each other’s tunes very well because they hadn’t performed together in years. “It was that afternoon [in 1974] that we became Kate and Anna McGarrigle,” Kate told Regenstreif.

In May 1974, Warners offered them their first record contract. During 1975, they recorded their first album; Kate and Anna McGarrigle. The McGarrigles and their two producers, Greg Prestopino and Joe Boyd, had conflicting musical visions during the recording process. “Warner, at first, thought we could become the next Laura Nyro,” Kate told Silverstein. “They saw us as soulful piano player chicks. When we first got into studio, there were fights between Greg, who wanted to have a pop sound with no folk instrumentation, [and] Joe (who claimed to have created the English folk-rock sound), who wanted an eclectic folk-pop sound. When they recorded Anna’s Complainte Pour Ste Catherine for example, we heard it Cajun,” Kate recalls. “Greg heard it pop and Joe heard it reggae.”

Remarkably, they completed the album, which has gone down in history as a classic. It made an auspicious debut in February 1976. Stereo Review named it Record of the Year, and Melody Maker called it Top Rock Album.

The McGarrigles had a surprise in store for record executives who saw them as the “next Nyro.” It was their “quaint” idea to put childraising before their career. They never toured to support their first album- certain death for a new release-because Kate was pregnant with her second child when it came out. They went so far as to hire a band of studio musicians and book a series of dates at a Boston venue, but when they were dissatisfied with the band, they decided to bag the tour. Similarly, as they completed their second and third albums, Anna’s two pregnancies complicated plans for extensive touring-enough to drive record executives to an early grave.

The debut album contains the gorgeous Talk to Me of Mendocino, a description of a cross-country car trip in which the songwriter takes leave of the mountains of Quebec and other natural markers of her youth, only to come face-to-face with the majestic power of the Mendocino redwoods:

Talk to me of Mendocino / Closing my eyes I hear the sea: / Must I wait? Must I follow? / Won’t you say: Come with me?

Rarely have poetic image, natural sound, and musical setting wedded so touchingly.

In 1976, Kate’s marriage to Loudon Wainwright ill ended. Returning home to Montreal with her young children, Rufus (who now has a successful recording career) and Martha, she began to collaborate more closely with Anna. They made Dancer with Bruised Knees (1977), which contains the gothic, alternately charming and horrifying Perrine Etait Servante, in whose lyrics you have the diabolical charm of the McGarrigles’ star-crossed lovers mixed with the no- nonsense “make something funny and useful out of a hard life” attitude, which represents traditional French Canadian life.

Pronto Monto (1978) contained the wonderfully quirky NaCl, a song dedicated to the romantic possibilities inherent in physical chemistry:

Just a little atom of chlorine, valence minus one / Swimming through the sea, digging the scene, just having fun…

They toured sporadically, joining Bonnie Raitt, playing New York’s Bottom Line, and doing foreign gigs in England and Holland. In 1980 they played Carnegie Hall and were featured in a National Film Board of Canada documentary.

Also in the 1980s, they released French Record (1981) and Love Over and Over (1983) (re-released on CD in 1997 by Rykodisc). The former was originally commissioned at the height of the Québécois separatist movement. Says Kate: “There was a French-Canadian record company which wanted to extend a hand of friendship to us and asked us as English Canadians to produce a record for a French audience. It was a political gesture in a sense. The odd thing is that it never came out in France and we’ve never played in France and weve never played in France!”

When asked why, Kate suggests:

“I think their music can be insular. Also, with few exceptions, music doesn’t play that large a role in French culture. You just don’t hear in French music the kind of cross-fertilization that you hear in American music, for example. If you listen to Chuck Berry, the influence of New Orleans blues is unmistakable.”

The French Record contains one of their finest efforts, a rocking Cajun rendition of Complainte Pour Ste Catherine, and their first collaboration with Philippe Tatartcheff.

Much of their recording during the 1980s came about through happenstance. The mid-1980s were a fallow time for the McGarrigles and their relationship with the industry. After a National Public Radio interview, a Private Music executive called and offered them a contract to make Heartbeats Accelerating, which came out in 1990.

“Musically, Anna and I like all different styles of music. Heartbeats Accelerating was written completely on synthesizers. But the record company wanted more of a folk sound, so we toned it down for them.”

Kate bemoans the stresses and strains of a large touring band. “For a while that was fun,” she told Regenstreif. “But then it got to be less fun. We couldn’t say to so-and-so on the drums, ‘Why don’t you sit this one out.’”

The McGarrigles are sometimes compared to another folk-pop sister group, the Roches; in a strange coincidence, Loudon Wainwright later married Suzzy Roche. While the Roches are a trio of New Jersey native Irish-Americans whose first musical encouragement came from Paul Simon, the McGarrigles are usually a duo, except when sister Janie sings with them. The lyrics of both are lushly, even tragically, romantic. The Roches have slicker production values, and their sisterly harmonies are breathtakingly beautiful. Many listeners who enjoy the McGarrigles will also find themselves taking to the Roches.

Matapedia was the first new McGarrigle recording in six years. Bob Franke, the great songwriter, wrote an homage to the album:

“Anna’s Going Back to Harlan celebrates the role that traditional music took in the lives of those of us who first discovered it in the mid-1960s. The myths it offered were not the ones that our parents, damaged by the traumas of World War and Great Depression, sought to create. Ozzie and Harriet had little to offer us compared to the likes of Lord Thomas and Fair Ellender. The original singers of these songs had a different relationship to history and culture than our parents did.”

The McGarrigles’ songwriting is drenched in musical and lyrical references to traditional songs and heroes, from Shady Grove to Barbara Allen. “Anna and I make references in our own songs to traditional folk songs because these people lived lives of great drama,” Kate told Silverstein.

“In modern life, you cannot find the same pure passion and romance. Yes, people love and die today, but where is the grand passion that unites the hearts of Barbara Allen and her lover?”

Kate’s brilliant Jacques et Gilles speaks to us in two ironic contexts. Again, to quote Franke:

“She creates a myth-to a wonderful variation on the tune of the old nursery rhyme ‘Jack and Jill’-that turns a loving but not flattering eye on her mill worker forebears. In doing so she crosses a line, becoming a social historian, coming to terms with her history, [and becoming in turn] something of a tradition-bearer herself.”

Kate described how she came to be interested in the New England mill towns that she writes about in Jacques Et Gilles:

“I came to write it because of my interest in Jack Kerouac and On the Road. Ten years ago, I realized the similarities in Kerouac’s and my own backgrounds. Though he was born in Lowell, Massachusetts, his family came from the same Quebec region as mine. Like him, I learned French in school and spoke English at home. Both of our upbringings were terribly insular. Our contact with the outside world was minimal. Perhaps that’s why he wrote a book about traveling. But you’ll recall that all his traveling, searching for a better life, ended up back in his mother’s home, where he died a terrible death.

“I didn’t come to understand any of this until I took a trip to Lowell. I brought along a video camera and asked a local woman for permission to film the local cemetery, where Kerouac is buried, from her balcony. When we got to talking, I realized how similar her background was to Kerouac’s and my own. She was born in the States, yet she knew almost no English and spoke only French. I found it amazing that you could live in this country for so long, yet still be apart from it. This woman lives through French Canada. Those are the only photographs on her wall.

“It wasn’t until I began doing research on this subject that I discovered that fully half the population of French Canada left for the factory mills of New England! That’s an astounding fact, yet very few people are aware of it. Despite these huge numbers, French Canadians have had nowhere near the impact on the greater American culture that Italian, Irish, and Jewish Americans have. There are no traces of their cuisine, language, customs, etc. I think Kerouac responded to this insularity by writing On the Road. Yet his search for freedom and liberation ended with death.”

In the McGarrigles’ 1998… Rykodisc release, The McGarrigle Hour; they have created yet another under-stated musical masterpiece. They hit upon the brilliant idea of integrating all of the values in life that they hold dear, most notably family and music, in a single musical recording. As Jane McGarrigle states in her liner notes: The McGarrigle Hour reunited many of the same people who worked on the first Kate & Anna record in 1975.” It also brings together the sisters with their respective spouses, an ex-spouse (Loudon Wainwright III); their children, including Rufus and Martha Wainwright; several distinguished musical interpreters (Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris); and current and former musical collaborators (including Joe Boyd, producer of their first two recordings).

The song selection, too, epitomizes the celebrated McGarrigle eclecticism: new versions of previously recorded material (Talk to Me of Mendocino and NaCl), plus the old pop standards like Gentle Annie (Stephen Foster) and What’ll I Do (Irving Berlin). Unlike Matapedia, there are no newly written songs here; but neither is there anything stale or nostalgic about this record. It gives fresh new perspective on individuals we felt we knew all along.

In a professional music business increasingly dominated by a frenzy for the next sensation or smash hit, Rykodisc deserves enormous credit for its commitment to the McGarrigles’ musical canon.

In addition to releasing their previous Matapedia, it re-released on CD such long-out-of-print titles as Kate & Anna McGarrigle, Dancer with Bruised Knees, The French Record and Love Over and Over.

Entry written by Richard Silverstein based on an interview with Kate McGarrigle.

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Somebody Tell Jeffrey Goldberg That Orrin Hatch Doesn’t Do Hip-Hop

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009


UPDATE: Jeffrey Goldberg would like all my readers to know that he knows hip-hop from borsht and is indeed a child of the Hood (in Hebrew that would be ben-Hood). I withdraw this particular claim in my article. But his taste in music still leaves much to be desired.

Ugh, why do they give me such good material?  No sooner does a settler leader claim that Jews aren’t popsicles then Jeffrey Goldberg cajoles a Mormon U.S. senator to write a dreadful Hanukah song, which Goldberg promptly (and erroneously) labels “hip hop.”

You’ve really got to see this video to believe it.  In it, Hatch, who wrote the lyrics (but clearly not the music which was written by a liberal Jewish composer specializing in Christian music–I kid you not), clearly seems uncomfortable with the music written for his song.  Unless it’s just his goyische Mormon woodenness exhibiting itself.

There’s far too much irony to go around here. First, Goldberg, who ignorantly claims that all Hanukah music is dreck, challenges Hatch to write a Hanukah song which turns out to be just that. Second, Goldberg calls a pure pop song “hip hop.” Perhaps someone should tell him that nice Jewish boys who’ve never gotten closer to the Hood than driving down the West Side Highway shouldn’t pretend to know anything about such things. Third, the song is performed by a bleached blond Syrian-American from Indiana.

I also take strong issue with the N.Y. Times reporter who calls this song “catchy,” unless you’re talking about it in the same terms as catching a case of H1N1. It also grieves me endlessly to learn that while this is Hatch’s first Jewish song “it won’t be his last.”

“Anything I can do for the Jewish people, I will do,” Mr. Hatch said…

I think you’ve done quite enough, senator. Now, can you just leave us alone to celebrate our holiday without the help of philo-Semites like yourself? Perhaps Jewish philanthropy, known for its fundraising prowess can raise a substantial sum and give it to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on condition that Hatch never set foot in the realm of Jewish music again.

Mr. Hatch keeps a Torah in his Senate office.

“Not a real Torah, but sort of a mock Torah,” he said. “I feel sorry I’m not Jewish sometimes.”

Look, if we make you an honorary Jew do you think you could go away and adopt some other religion as your mascot??

He said his ultimate goal would be for his idol, Ms. Streisand, to perform one of his songs. “It would be good for her and good for me,” Mr. Hatch said…

Barbara, if you’re reading this, take the phone off the hook, screen your calls and mail and stay away from Congressional Christmas-Hanukah parties. Otherwise, you might be blackmailed into singing this piece of dreck at your next Kennedy Center concert.

This passage really gave me the willies:

In short, he loves the Jews. And based on an early sampling of listeners, the feeling could be mutual.

“Mutual?” Says who?

The online Jewish culture-news portal which Dan Sieradski so aptly calls “The Tabloid” is the beneficiary of this super shlock and its editor is kvelling (unjustifiably in my opinion):

“Watching Orrin Hatch in the studio, I said to myself that nothing this great will ever happen to me again,” said Alana Newhouse, the editor-in-chief of Tablet.

Well, I guess if you’re a Jewish Mormon-lover who admires old, white, right-wing U.S. senators who write corny, white-bread lyrics…

The reporter, Mark Leibovich, does the word “mensch” a deep disservice by calling Goldberg a “well-known mensch about town.” He’s no mensch in my book. And I don’t believe in using that term in a corny, sentimental way as Leibovich has done. It should only be used as a term of deep respect, one which Goldberg in no way deserves, at least not based on his published record.

Holiday Gift-Giving Supports Tikun Olam

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

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Who By Fire?

Thursday, September 17th, 2009


It seems only too appropriate as we near Rosh Hashana tonight (Friday night) and contemplate the past and coming year, that we consider Leonard Cohen’s version of the U’Netaneh Tokef prayer which he calls, Who by Fire?  Considering last year’s war on Gaza and the possibility of an Israel-Iran conflagration this year, “fire” seems an entirely apt element for us to consider:

And who by fire, who by water,
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
Who in your merry merry month of May,
Who by very slow decay,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
And who by avalanche, who by powder,
Who for his greed, who for his hunger,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
Who in solitude, who in this mirror,
Who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,
Who in mortal chains, who in power,
And who shall I say is calling

Thanks to Rabbi Brant Rosen for coming up with this brilliant video of Cohen performing the song live TV in 1989. The performance has an absolutely scorching solo by Sonny Rollins (alav ha-shalom) on sax which opens and closes the song (the closing solo is the real scorcher). This is righteous music, Jewish soul music.


Unless you are of a certain age, Story of Issac may be less well known to you. It is one of his earlier ones (it’s on Songs from a Room, which came out in 1969 during the height of the Vietnam war) and recounts the story of the Akedah as only Leonard Cohen can. Since we read the Akedah as the Torah reading for the second day of Rosh Hashana, I thought it appropriate to dig up the above video.

These are the critical lyrics sung with great passion and moral conviction:

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before,
When I lay upon a mountain
And my fathers hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,
Forgive me if I inquire,
Just according to whose plan?
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
Man of peace or man of war,
The peacock spreads his fan.

When I was a UCLA grad student in the late 1970s and helping produce a campus Jewish culture festival, I approached Cohen’s manager as I thought he would be a perfect choice to do a concert for the festival. But then I heard he was actually a practicing Buddhist. At any rate, he was somewhere off living on a mountain in Greece at the time and the concert never happened.

Cohen has gotten himself into hot water by planning to perform at a concert in Israel in violation of the cultural boycott. He tried to make amends by offering a concert in Ramallah, but the Palestinians weren’t buying and it was cancelled. He decided to go ahead with the Israeli concert and donate the proceeds to Amnesty. But when Palestinians protested this move, that group backed out. So Cohen is in the unlikely position of wanting to support Israel-Palestine peace financially in order to soothe his guilty conscience. But no one will have his lucre.

Leonard Cohen has always been an artist who stood, sometimes awkwardly, sometimes gracefully, on the cusp of political consciousness and personal, spiritual (almost mystical) introspection. It is one of the most compelling aspects of his songwriting and persona. You can even hear this in the lyrics of Who by Fire and Story of Isaac, in which he comments knowingly and wryly on humanity’s moral failings.

But the problem with the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is that it is far too gross and in your face for the likes of Cohen. His medium is subtle, knowing lyrics and he is the coolest of the cool. Unfortunately, when two peoples war for as long as Israelis and Palestinians have–there is no longer any subtlety. It’s all death, all blood.

Cohen is not an artist who feels comfortable choosing sides. His outlook is far too diffuse for that. He doesn’t want to be pigeon-holed as being pro or anti-anything except humanity in general terms. Yes, this is frustrating for those fighting a political battle to the death. But Cohen chooses not to join the fight. He observes it as an artist.

In all this I’m trying to give my impression of what may be at work in his mind. I am not justifying or defending. But despite any criticism that may be leveled, it doesn’t lessen him, in my view, as a seminal performer who embodies a powerful Jewish ethos in his lyrics.

So to Leonard Cohen and all my readers: Shana tovah u’metukah. A good and sweet New Year and may the peacock spread his fan.

A Perfect Seattle Summer Day, ‘Three Girls and Their Buddy’ Zootunes Concert

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

Wow.  I’m actually taking a day off from writing about the Israeli-Arab conflict.  And I’m going to write about something pleasant, peaceful and idyllic for a change.

Don’t tell anyone (in case they decide they should move here), but Seattle summers are simply glorious.  And I’m going to tell you about one summer day (today).

My son, Jonah has spent the last two weeks in a musical theater camp taught by his public school music teacher.  The musical’s theme was “outer space.”  The kids did everything: made costumes, sets, learned lines, songs, and even baked dessert for the after performance dinner.  Besides all this, they did day trips to the Museum of Flight and the University of Washington planetarium to learn more about space. They even picked 40 pounds of fresh raspberries at Remlinger Farms and made ice cream and pie out of it for the dinner.

Jonah loves tending and picking the greens in our home garden. So he informed me that we had to make a salad for the dinner. He was very worried about my doing the job and even wanted to start picking the greens the day before the event himself. I promised him I would do it earlier today so the greens would stay fresh. So I went out back and picked lettuce, spinach, sorrel, basil and Johnny Jump Ups, and the first purple bean of the season, along with snap peas from the Farmer’s Market, and we had ourselves a wonderful fresh summer salad.

The songs chosen for the musical were mostly wacky funny old rock and pop songs from the 60s and 70s.  In their original form, these songs were at best insipid.  But somehow when a group of children start singing about a “one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater” it is transformed into something charming.  The production was amazingly resourceful.  As I wrote, the kids made everything themselves.  You shoulda seen the flying purple people eater!  And they did it in the same spirit that Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney used to say: “Gee, let’s put on a show,” in those old MGM movies.

The entire thing was utterly charming from start to finish.  Jonah was also jazzed that his mom invited a whole group of neighbors to walk down the street to the local church which hosted the performance.  He had a very friendly audience!  But the kids would’ve won over the most somber audience.

Even after we left the church grounds on our way to hear Emmylou Harris’s Three Girls and Their Buddy concert, my wife kept marveling at how wonderful the performance was.


At any rate, we made our way to the Woodland Park Zoo, where one of my favorite female performers in the world, Emmylou Harris was joining with Patty Griffin, Shawn Colvin and Buddy Miller for an outdoor performance in the Zoo’s north meadow.  The space is a wonderful bowl surrounded by mature maple and pine trees.  The summer evening was gorgeous with brilliant sunny weather.

At the Zootunes concert last week, when we came to see Mavis Staples and Allen Toussaint, we witnessed a bald eagle trailed by 10 crows who harried it incessantly.  A wonderful sight and only here in our beautiful Northwest.

The concert was wonderful.  I especially love the Shawn Colvin song which she sang tonight, I Don’t Know Why I Love These Things But I Do. It is simply one of the most profound, moving love songs I’ve ever heard and one of the best songs she’s ever written. As an aside, Allison Krause and Union Station turned it into a pretty credible up tempo bluegrass tune in their cover version.

But the piece de la resistance was Patty Griffin’s closing encore, Mary. The YouTube video here only begins to do justice to the gorgeous interweaving of heavenly harmonies in the final minute of the song when the three women’s voices simply soar. But listen to the video to get an approximation of how it sounded tonight.

Because Zoo Tunes concerts begin at 6 PM, tonight’s show ended at 8 and we didn’t want to go home before the kids were asleep (what’s the point of going out if you come home and have to put your kids to bed?). So I suggested that we have dessert at the Volunteer Park Cafe, which turned out to be lovely idea. We had a blueberry rhubarb crisp topped with whipped cream. It came out of the oven steaming hot. The sauce was thick and syrupy and had an intensely strong blueberry flavor. Again, another perfect Northwest summer dessert.

Even though we’ve lived here now for ten years, I still had to tell my wife how lucky we are to live here.

And please, remember, you didn’t hear this from me. We’d prefer to keep Seattle a secret just amongst ourselves. Just keep in mind all that foul, dark rainy winter weather we’re supposed to have (we actually average 10 inches LESS of rain yearly than New York City!). That ought to keep most of you away!

Jeffrey Goldberg, Willing Tool of Israel’s Perception Management Campaign for Iran War

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

Here and in Comment is Free I wrote about the Israeli ‘perception management’ campaign here in the U.S. to persuade us that war with Iran is both necessary, inevitable, and salutary for the world.  This campaign takes many and varied forms.

Jeff Goldberg is too smart for that.  He’s a talented enough writer to pen his own propaganda subtly advocating war with Iran.  What I don’t get is that in this U.S. political climate in which a Democratic administration is ascendant and the foreign policy message is pragmatism, deliberation and negotiation, Goldberg has thrown his lot in with Netanyahu and the Jewish rejectionists.  I guess he knows which side his bread is buttered on and he’s managed to find a publishing niche at The Atlantic and N.Y. Times as Bibi’s amanuensis.

Goldberg has a new Bibi profile in the Times Week in Review which is utterly horrendous.  He even goes so far as to call Iran Amalek, which is interesting in that Obama’s Jewish opponents in the last election likened HIM to Amalek and Haman, two of the Jewish people’s most potent existential bogeymen.  This is suave and effective pro-war propaganda and therefore we must expose the noxious role Goldberg plays in the Israeli campaign.

Goldberg’s reporting is telling not only for what it INCLUDES, but for what it OMITS.  Goldberg acknowledges Bibi’s reputation for cynically throwing over his allies when it’s expedient to him and concedes there are those who believe the politician is using such an approach on Iran (besides exploiting the issue in order to delay dealing with the Palestinian morass).  But then he immediately dismisses this possibility by saying Bibi is firm and sincere (with no proof provided):

But this [theory of Bibi's cynicism] is to misread both the prime minister and this moment in Jewish history.

Note the invocation of “Jewish history,” which both elevates and distorts the true meaning of the Iranian threat.  First, Iran’s alleged threat has little, if anything to do with JEWISH history, though perhaps a tad more to do with ISRAELI history.  The conflation of the two is a deliberate misrepresentation on the part of pro-Israel writers like Goldberg.  Second, it is arguable that Iran is little more than a chapter in Israel’s history and certainly arguable that Iran now or in the near future can play any role as an existential threat to Israel.  To paraphrase Walter Mondale’s riposte to Ronald Reagan during a presidential debate: that’s what Jeff Goldberg won’t tell you.  I just did.

“Amalek,” in essence, is Hebrew for “existential threat.” Tradition holds that the Amalekites are the undying enemy of the Jews. They appear in Deuteronomy, attacking the rear columns of the Israelites on their escape from Egypt. The rabbis teach that successive generations of Jews have been forced to confront the Amalekites: Nebuchadnezzar, the Crusaders, Torquemada, Hitler and Stalin are all manifestations of Amalek’s malevolent spirit.

If Iran’s nuclear program is, metaphorically, Amalek’s arsenal, then an Israeli prime minister is bound by Jewish history to seek its destruction, regardless of what his allies think.

Here, once again, Goldberg engages in a willful propaganda campaign demonizing Iran. When you invoke a religious injunction as he has done, you withdraw Israeli policy from a volitional, political space and transfer it to the realm of theological obligation. This is not far from the craziness of the settler movement, which divorces settlements from any political context and insulates them from debate, walling them off in a religious domain that can neither be questioned nor rationally analyzed.

Even if we debate this issue in religious terms, where is the evidence that Iran IS Amalek? Have Iranians expressed a desire to exterminate the Jewish people? Have they even expressed a desire to exterminate physically the Israeli people?

Muslims have a right to blame Israel for its oppression of the Palestinians. They have a right to be angry with Israel for its policies. They do NOT have a right to set off a nuclear weapon on Israeli soil or kill Israeli civilians. They don’t have the ability (nor the desire, I would claim) to do the former, and to the extent that they have done the latter they should be condemned. But such condemnation must always be understood in context of aggressive Israeli policies toward Palestinians.

Iran is NOT Amalek.  The children of Israel did nothing we know of to deserve Amalek’s murderous attacks.  That is how the Bible justifies the genocidal command to annihilate Amalek.  Iran, and Muslims, while they have no right to kill Israelis, certainly have a right to denounce them in strong terms.  This is far from Amalek.  And that is the danger of abusing theological categories for political purposes.  What Bibi is doing is a toxic distortion of Jewish history.  As a Jew who loves and studies the history of my people, I deeply object to his falsifications.

We know what happens when politicians attempt to impose political solutions on scientific or medical problems (think Terri Schiavo).  Virtually the same thing happens when political partisans impose religion on politics.  You abuse both religion AND politics and destroy the ability for your society to see plainly the issues at hand.

In the following passage, the best I can say for Goldberg is that it is Bibi who lies about Iran’s record instead of the reporter:

“Iran has threatened to annihilate a state…”

Iran has not launched a war against a neighbor in generations and isn’t about to start now.  Iranian radicals have stated that Israel should “disappear.”  Certainly a noxious concept, but where is the claim that Iran will do the deed?  This is an inconvenient fact that Bibi would have you gloss over.

Here again Bibi invokes Nazi analogies that hold no water:

…One lesson of history is that “bad things tend to get worse if they’re not challenged early.”

This is the case only if you are talking about Adolph Hitler and Nazi Germany.  But this is not true if you are talking about a dispute between two countries which each have legitimate interests and grievances to adjudicate.  Iran is NOT Nazi Germany.  Precipitate action of the sort Bibi advocates will not stop evil, it will only turn a dangerous situation into a maelstrom of regional violence and possibly war.

Bibi and his political handlers have been tremendously active devising preposterous scenarios for Iranian domination of Israel and the region.  Here is an entertaining sample:

Mr. Netanyahu doesn’t believe that Iran would necessarily launch a nuclear-tipped missile at Tel Aviv. He argues instead that Iran could bring about the eventual end of Israel simply by possessing such weaponry. “Iran’s militant proxies would be able to fire rockets and engage in other terror activities while enjoying a nuclear umbrella,” he said. This could lead to the depopulation of the Negev and the Galilee, both of which have already endured sustained rocket attacks by Hamas and Hezbollah.

To believe this delusional scenario, you have to imagine Hezbollah and Hamas not only fully armed with medium range, accurate missiles to hit the Negev and Galilee, you have to imagine the two movements fully unleashed to launch such a massive attack on Israel.  There are no circumstances in which I can imagine either condition unless Israel itself has launched a pre-emptive strike against Iran.  Ironically, it is Israeli aggression that could launch the kind of depopulation Bibi is prepared to blame on Iran.

The narischkeit continues:

…A nuclear Iran “would embolden Islamic militants far and wide, on many continents, who would believe that this is a providential sign, that this fanaticism is on the ultimate road to triumph.”

Muslim Pakistan has nuclear weapons yet somehow this prospect has never happened.  Even Islamists in Pakistan do not talk of using their nuclear weapons in any other way than to defend against an attack from India.

At this point in the essay, Goldberg enters new and even more pernicious territory.  He begins:

To understand why Mr. Netanyahu sees Iran as a new Amalek, it is essential to understand two aspects of his intellectual and emotional development: The scholarship of his father, and the martyrdom of his older brother…

Yonatan, who was killed while leading the 1976 raid on the Entebbe airport in Uganda to free Israeli captives of Arab and German hijackers, is perhaps the most venerated figure in the post-Warsaw Ghetto Jewish martyrology…

Since when is the death of an IDF officer in combat martyrdom?  Since when do we use such loaded religious terms (“martyrology” is another term from the Jewish prayer book) to describe what is, in reality, a death on behalf of a nation and not a religion.  Once again here we see Goldberg slipping sacralizing concepts into political discourse.  And once again, this is noxious and unacceptable misappropriation of religion for partisan political purposes.

Goldberg also slips the Warsaw ghetto into the discussion in order to elevate Yonatan’s death from a mere combat casualty to a religious sacrifice in service to the fight against Nazis everywhere, whether they be in the Warsaw ghetto, Entebbe or Teheran.  This is deeply twisted, dishonest journalism and Jewish historiography.

We have explored in depth here the hysterical views Bibi’s father holds towards Arabs.  You won’t find a word of this in Goldberg’s piece.  Instead, you will find a celebration of Ben Zion Netanyahu’s historical scholarship minus any of its noxious political repercussions.

Delving into the scholarship, this is how Goldberg summarizes it:

Benzion Netanyahu argued that Spanish hatred of Jews was not merely theologically motivated but based in race hatred (the Spanish pursued the principle of limpieza de sangre, or the purity of blood) that reached back to the ancient world.

If the reporter’s characterization is accurate, there are several problems here.  First, to posit that Spanish hatred of Jews is NOT inspired by Christianity; but instead goes farther back in Spanish consciousness to “the ancient world,” you’d have a slightly inconvenient matter to explain.  Why was the history of Jews in (pre-Christian) Moorish Spain relatively benign and even fruitful?  How do you explain the good relations between Moors and Jews, the integration of Jewish poets, scholars, bankers and political advisors into the fabric of Muslim Spain?

This is, of course, Netanyahu refuses to acknowledge because his “narrative” suggests that Arabs harbor deep-seated hatred of Jews.

Goldberg suggests another deeply distressing notion embedded in the elder Netanyahu’s historical work:

The only rational response to such sentiment, in the Netanyahu view, is militant Jewish self-defense.

Now, that’s an interesting phrase.  Clearly, one man’s “militant self-defense” is another’s “militant offense.”  If you read my earlier posts about Netanyahu’s contemporary views of Arabs you will understand that “self-defense” has nothing to do with his world-view.  From his perspective, there is no point in self-defense since Arabs are perfidious through and through.  You might as well show them who’s boss by hanging a few in the village square to let them know what’s in store if they step out of line (and yes, this is an example of something he actually believes).

Not a peep from Goldberg about these notions.  I wonder why?

In the following passage, Goldberg’s peroration reaches the level of pure megalomania:

…Destiny has chosen the Netanyahus to expose and battle anti-Semitism — before it reaches the point of genocide.

How many leaders in history have had similar views of their own “chosenness,” their own personal destiny to lead their people to greatness or some other major national achievement?  I say beware the one who believes his political career is fated.  They are the ones who will lead their peoples and the world into the maelstrom.  This is deeply scary stuff.  And what especially distresses me is that Goldberg has absolutely no journalistic distance from it.  He is essentially Bibi’s stenographer putting the great man’s words into a  public forum.

At the conclusion of his profile, Goldberg attempts to draw lessons for Bibi’s meeting with Obama.  They are riddled with odd notions:

[If Iran achieves nuclear weapons] it would mean that the 30-year-struggle between America and Iran for domination of the Persian Gulf will be over, with Persia the victor.

I had no idea the U.S. was struggling for “domination” of the Persian Gulf?  Did you?  Certainly, I was aware that we have struggled with the Iranians in 1979 and that since then relations have been fraught with conflict.  But a struggle for regional domination?  That’s Goldberg’s locution.  Not mine and not anyone else’s I know.

One of the most disturbing passages in this essay is the following:

…By the end of this year, if no progress is made, Mr. Netanyahu will seriously consider attacking Iran.

Given the access that Goldberg has been provided, we can be sure that this threat is genuine and an expression of Israeli intent.  This means that, considering Bibi knows the U.S. opposes an Israeli strike, that Israel is prepared to go to war against America’s express directive.  I don’t think such a thing has ever happened in the entire history of U.S.-Israel relations.  Unless you count the Sinai war, after which Eisenhower hectored Israel and her allies into an abject retreat.

In publishing this piece, the N.Y. Times has allowed itself to be co-opted by the Israeli propaganda machine advocating war against Iran.  This is a terribly sad development in the Times’ journalistic history.

Steve Earle Releases ‘Townes’

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

Steve Earle is one of America’s great singer-songwriters.  Townes Van Zandt was one of the greatest songwriters of his generation.  In this week’s N.Y. Times, I learned that for many years Van Zandt was Earle’s mentor.  For some reason, I’d never noticed the influence.

Van Zandt’s writing was intensely romantic and personal, shot through with melancholy.  Every song was a ballad, sung slow and sparely.  Earle’s lyrics hit many of these notes, but he is an intensely political writer, where Van Zandt wasn’t.  Also, Earle’s music style covers a lot more territory from up tempo rockers to slow, mournful Townes-like ballads.

It’s a wonderful day when Steve Earle releases an album of Townes covers called, aptly enough, Townes.  It’s like you’ve hit the daily double.

The Times features a wonderfully comprehensive story about the album and Earle’s problematic relationship with Van Zandt.  It asks the question: how could one of America’s great singer-songwriters (Van Zandt) been virtually unknown except among the musical cognoscenti?  Certainly, the author of Pancho and Lefty, To Live is to Fly, and White Freightliner Blues deserved more than to live in relative obscurity most of his life.  Earle alludes to drugs and other demons that afflicted Van Zandt and blocked any recognition he deserved.

After listening to a number of Earle’s covers, I can’t decide what I think of the record.  Some of Van Zandt’s best-known songs are performed in a stark, extremely spare style.  They feature little more than Earle’s cracked voice and his precise guitar picking.  While both Van Zandt and Earle feature singing voices with more character than beauty, I find I prefer Van Zandt’s, which retained a bit more charm and sweetness.  The songs featuring a musical ensemble, are less known but more appealing and soften Earle’s stark vocal style.  I prefer them. I really miss If I Needed You, one of Townes’ most evocative, achingly beautiful songs, which Earle omitted for some reason.

So if you love Steve, buy this record.  But if you don’t know Townes, then you owe it to yourself to hear the incomparable original.  That was a man.  That was an artist.  We’ll never see his like again.

About a decade or so ago, I saw Townes perform live at a New York City club.  He was a performer who didn’t come to you.  You had to come to him, to work at the listening experience and then bask in the piercing beauty and sadness of his lyrics.  His voice was an acquired taste, nasal, even slightly off key, but an integral part of the package.

But the thing that was most surprising was the hilarious stories and jokes.  In fact, he seemed to enjoy the jokes as much or more than the songs.  At times, it seemed that the songs might be incidental to the comedy.  The jokes were funny but odd and off kilter and always focussed on misfits and their folly.  It was perfectly fitting for Townes himself.

Sholem Aleichem’s Seder, the Sarajevo Haggadah, Moses’ Hidden Identity and Dayenu

Saturday, April 11th, 2009
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Sarajevo haggadah, 'Mah nishtanah' page (Talmud.de)

For some reason, I haven’t felt motivated to write a specifically peysadika post this year. But I’ve published some interesting material in years past to which I’ll draw attention:

Sholem Aleichem’s story, Elijah the Prophet is a children’s fable about a young boy faced with a seder dilemma: if he falls asleep after drinking the cups of wine Elijah will take him away and he’ll never see his parents again.  I’m proud to say that I translated this story and that it is not available as far as I know anywhere else (in English).  I’m not proud to say that every Jewish publisher I’ve approached has rejected it.

A few years ago I produced a Jewish music radio program on Passover music which you might enjoy.  It features contemporary Israeli, Sephardic, and American Jewish traditional and original compositions.

I wrote a post about the amazing nine lives of the Sarajevo Haggadah.

A few years ago, I also wrote this meditation on the lives of Moses and Abraham in the context of modern Jewish identity.  The Moses portion of the essay, in particular, deals closely with the Passover-exodus story.

I wish you all a sweet and joyous holiday: a zisyn Pesach.

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