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Dylan, Springsteen, Soweto Gospel Choir, and Klezmatics Traditional Music Grammy Winners

Monday, February 12th, 2007

Blessed
Delighted to report some of the worthy winners in tonight’s Grammy Award competition. The main categories that interest me are the traditional ones. And I’ve already featured blog posts about most of the 2007 winners when these recordings were initially released. But it’s worthwhile highlighting them again now that they’ve achieved new status as Grammy winners. If you’re interested in folk or world music and don’t yet own these albums, do yourself a favor and follow my links and buy one. They’re all excellent albums.

South Africa has an extraordinary male vocal choir tradition from which the Soweto Gospel Choir derives (though it appears gender integrated). On first hearing, I thought the song choices on Blessed seem designed to curry favor with a western audience. In fact, it has “crossover” written all over it. While songs like Asimbonanga, Biko, Oh Happy Day and the South African National Anthem are all lovely beyond measure, how many covers can they bear? If you have something striking or riveting to say musically, then by all means do a cover. But just for the sake of building crossover appeal? Nah-ah. But then I read this passage from a concert review at the Choir’s website:

“Blessed, the second show in this choir’s repertoire, was specifically created to celebrate and mark 10 years of democracy in South Africa. The production is about remembering the past and looking ahead to the future.

Then the song choices made perfect sense. But I’m still with the NY Times reviewer who wrote this about the group’s Carnegie Hall concert:

Well aware of it’s foreign audience, the choir…sang devout Western songs including “Amazing Grace,” Many Rivers to Cross” and “Oh Happy Day.” It didn’t need to be so cautious. The familiar songs were neatly sung, but the South African songs were both spirited and spectacular.

But lest you be put off by anything above, don’t give up on this album. It has several songs that make it worth springing for the whole thing. Mibube (hear it) is an updated adaptation of Solomon Linda’s song of the same name which later became Wimoweh and In the Jungle. The Gospel Choir’s cover is, as I wrote in the post linked above, absolutely astonishing. The arrangement takes one’s breath away and the solo performance of Sipokazi Luzipo is gorgeous beyond belief. I’ve heard Pete Seeger’s version and almost all the others including a snippet of Linda’s original. But the Gospel Choir’s is the real article. Perhaps the best performance of this song ever.

Cross the Klezmatics, an alternately traditional klezmer band and avant garde jazz ensemble, with Woody Guthrie lyrics about domestic life among Coney Island’s Jewish community and what do you get? An astonishing piece of cross-cultural flowering. Here The Forward’s music reviewer waxes rhapsodic about the record:

…Not many know that from 1942 until his slow decline into Huntington’s disease in the 1950s and ’60s, Guthrie lived with his family in the Coney Island section of Brooklyn, mixing with New York City’s vibrant folk and blues scene…marrying a Jewish dancer (and daughter of one of those activists) named Marjorie Greenblatt, [and] becoming a part of the Jewish community of 1940s Brooklyn…

…The synergy between the Klezmatics and Guthrie’s songs is immediate…One can imagine Guthrie himself: a folkie settled in Jewish Brooklyn, bringing together the political and personal ethos of the American heartland with the values and flavors of immigrant Judaism.

“Mermaid Avenue,” the second track, is the catchiest and the easiest to quote as to why “Wonder Wheel” is such a natural:

Mermaid Avenue, that’s the street
Where the lox and bagels meet,
Where the halvah meets the pickle,
Where the sour meets the sweet

…What the Klezmatics have done with “Wonder Wheel” is what great revisionist art always does: make the new seem familiar, and the familiar seem utterly new.

It was hard to choose which song to feature here because several were especially lovely. But ultimately I chose Headdy Down (hear it) because it is a tender lullaby which infuses tender Yiddish phrases and an Eastern European melody into Woody’s playful lyrical inventiveness.

I’ve reviewed Springsteen’s The Seeger Sessions here. I think it is an extraordinary homage by one of America’s iconic popular musicians to the Johnny Appleseed of 20th century American folk music. Truly an amazing musical document produced with an eye to history and Pete Seeger’s legacy in it. For a taste, give a listen to We Shall Overcome.

The Dixie Chicks are back with their first album since they spoke the truth about George Bush in an English concert hall. And boy do they have an attitude! What a wonderful one it is too. Full of guts and gumption. They’re mad as hell about how the world seemed to turn its back on them and they’re gonna sing about it. To those who wanted them to “shut up and sing,” the Chicks have an unprintable four letter word reply. Not Ready to Make Nice (hear it) pretty much sums up the sentiment. Here’s my review.

There may even be a little too much bile in these songs. They have a lot of “stuff” to work out. Country music basically left them high and dry. Fans dropped them like hotcakes. They were made to feel like pariahs. I don’t think they or their careers were ever in much danger. There’s too much talent there for them to be beaten down by the Clear Channels of the world. But man, this was personal and they ain’t gonna let anyone off the hook.

Congrats to the Chicks for sweeping the Grammys with awards in all five categories for which they were nominated. How’s that for vindication?! Take that, George. Take that country music establishment. Take that you unbelievers and fair weather fans. The Chicks look like they’ll only be going from strength to strength after this coronation. What goes around does indeed (sometimes) come around.
Modern Times
I haven’t written yet about Modern Times here. Nor have I heard much of the album. But Dylan is the iconic American roots musician. He’s plumbed the depths of the blues and brought it to us on a steaming hot plate piled high with delectable treasures. So here’s to you, Bob. Yet another well-deserved Grammy.

Ry Cooder’s ‘My Name is Buddy’ to Be Released March 6th

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

I first met Ry Cooder’s music in 1969 through my best friend in high school, Rina Slavin, who had some of the best cultural taste around. She had an amazing Skip James record and whenever I heard that high-pitched wail of a voice it sent shivers up and down my spine. Rina also owned Paradise and Lunch and it was a revelation. I’d never heard anything like it. It was love at first hearing. I’ve gobbled up just about everything Ry’s done since as well.
my name is buddy ry cooder album cover
What’s Ry Cooder up to these days? It’s been two years since he released the remarkable Chavez Ravine, an enormous feat of musical and historical storytelling about L.A.’s vanished Hispanic neighborhood. While he was completing that album, Ry received a mysterious package from a friend containing little more than a faded newspaper clipping about a Vancouver cat who lived–and died–in a battered suitcase. So began the legend of Buddy the Cat. Cooder has imagined a life for good old Buddy, a rich, well-traveled life in which he’s rubbed shoulders with some of the great musical and political heroes of the 20th century movements for social justice. It promises to be a tour de force of the imagination.

Though this is an mp3 blog, unfortunately I don’t have an mp3 to share with you of the music from Buddy. But I have the next best thing. Ry’s publicist, Shore Fire, has a jukebox on their site which plays the terrific, gritty Three Chords and the Truth (what a great song title, no?). Helping Cooder on the vocals is (if my ears heard right) the country music legend Harlan Howard:

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Standing in the prison yard
They were taking poor Joe, chained and bound
To a Utah firing squad

Well, he turned and looked at me right then
Saying: “Don’t you be misled (?)
They’re trying to tear our free speech down
But Buddy ain’t near quit yet

They framed me on a killing charge
You know I wouldn’t lie to you
But the only crime here that I done
Was three chords and the truth”

Three chords and the truth
Well, the only crime that Joe Hill done was
Three chords and the truth

When he sang his good old union songs
He got his message through
But they couldn’t stand it, how a working man
Sang three chords and the truth

Ol’ J. Edgar Hoover liked to hear the Darkies sing
But one man changed that all around
Paul Robeson was a man that you couldn’t ignore
That’s what drove J. Edgar down
He called up his New York Klan-boy friends
Saying: “I got something good for you
Get right down there to Peekskill New York town
And kill three chords and the truth”

Three chords and the truth
Well, the only crime you ever got from Paul
Was three chords and the truth

If this is a land of democracy
I’ve got one question for you
Why wasn’t Paul Robeson set free
On three chords and the truth?

Now, they took Pete Seeger before the law
Put him on the witness stand
But he stood right up to tyranny
With just a banjo in his hand

Such a righteous banjo picker
Watchin’ out for me and you
That was just a man that wouldn’t back down
On three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth
Well, the only crime Pete Seeger done
Was three chords and the truth

Yeah, he sang his freedom songs real good
Still gettin’ his message through
Better check out on Pete Seeger
On three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth
Better check out your old friend Buddy right now
On three chords and the truth

Three Chords and the Truth, Ry Cooder

When you open the jukebox, you will have to keep clicking Next till you see Ry’s song.

The song is masterful, a tour de force of politically-engaged songwriting. Also, it’s sense of connectedness to America’s social history, along with its appreciation of the critical role played by America’s songwriters in that struggle, is extraordinary. This is one of the best political engaged songs since Steve Earle’s Christmas in Washington (hear it).

Yesterday, I went searching the net for information about the new record. Most sites contain only the basics. But Shore Fire, a public relations firm which seems to represent many progressive musicians including Ry does a bang up job of profiling both Cooder and his pending musical project. Those of you who’ve heard Ry Cooder speak or read one of his interviews will be used to his twisting, turning, ironic discursive style. It’s the talk of a mad genius. Those of you who’ve heard Ry’s music but haven’t had a taste of Ry, the eccentric are in for a wild and crazy ride.

Here is the description of the mysterious birth of the new project:

Not quite two years ago, Ry Cooder was knee-deep in some ninth-inning tinkering, finishing up his forthcoming album, Chavez Ravine, when a peculiar message sailed in – one could say – from deep out-of-left-field.

It arrived by way of U.S. Mail, slipped into a nondescript, manila envelope, addressed in an old friend’s recognizable scrawl. Inside, he found a familiar image of the great bluesman, Leadbelly. Yet, photo-shopped in place of his face was that of a red cat; an inscrutable, seen-it-all expression hovering in his eyes. He found little else, except a web address and this note: “You’ll know what to do with this.”

In that image of Leadbelly as Buddy, we can see the outlines of the tremendous American picaresque adventure Cooder imagines for his feline friend. To my mind, Buddy may enter the pantheon of American adventurers alongside those other mythic figures, Paul Bunyan and John Henry.

This is all we ever hear about the real-life Buddy:

After some initial poking around to learn this red cat’s name (“Buddy”) and a bit of his vagabond story (he was found in the alley behind a record store in Vancouver, living in a suitcase, and he’d passed away in 2005) he [Cooder] pushed it aside to tie up pressing loose ends. But the notion had already crawled up inside somewhere deep in his imagination.

Here the article describes how Cooder fleshed out both the musical and narrative profile of Buddy’s story. The political character of the story also begins taking shape:

“Over time something was coming to me,” he says. Propulsive rhythms and hardscrabble stories and scraps of ocher-toned melodies began to spin ‘round inside. “I kept thinking ‘red cat’ . . . and I kept hearing an old Charlie Poole song – a cadence.” It began to slide together. “He’s a red cat – not just red colored – but he’s a union man. He becomes Red.” Next, a piece of lyric. ‘I’m a red cat til I die. . .’ ” Soon enough, the itinerant Buddy had a back-story; some fellow travelers he meets along the road – Lefty the Mouse, the Reverend Tom Toad – a past and a future; a story to tell.

The following passage places My Name is Buddy into the context of Cooder’s earlier musical career and notes its connection to his early records, which attempted to recover the tradition of American roots music:

“‘My Name Is Buddy’: Another Record by Ry Cooder” is, in a certain respect, Ry Cooder circling back, revisiting a body of music that has for much of his life held a certain fascination. “When I first started doing records. I thought, ‘I like these old songs. These dustbowl songs.’ So I made a couple of records and people thought: ‘What’s this?’ You can’t sell this.’ But I kept making these things, again and again, because I knew a good song,” he says. “I’d say it’s taken me 40 years to get it right.”

Here the author further contextualizes Buddy within American musical and historical tradition and provides a glimpse of Cooder’s musical influences for the songs he wrote:

While the album weaves through a history of American, regional music – blues, folk, bluegrass with flavors of storefront spirituals and lounge jazz folded in, it also takes a turn through America’s philosophical soul – songs of strivers, of union men, church folk and those down-at-the-heel heroes. If the music feels familiar, their melodies recognizable, they should, says Cooder. Many of them have hovered in our collective backspace for decades. “Most of these songs are based on other tunes, some of them hymns.” Shot through as well are nods or allusions to Reverend Gary Davis, Earl Robinson, Harland Howard, Hank Williams, Woody Guthrie, the protest songs of labor organizer and songwriter, Joe Hill.

Ry chose some wonderful collaborators to “tell” this record. I find it a delicious irony that Pete Seeger not only becomes his music collaborator, but becomes one of the musical heroes Cooder enshrined in the lyrics of the songs thanks to his seminal participation in the Weavers and as Woody Guthrie’s musical partner:

To tell it properly, musically, Cooder went to key source folk” – tenders of the True Vine of American hearth music: He traveled to Beacon, N.Y., and sat in with Mike and Pete Seeger for an historic session (“J. Edgar”) in Pete’s living room, featuring the two brothers on twin banjos. He rounded up bluegrass mandolin maestro Roland White and Cheftains leader Paddy Maloney. He called on old friends and frequent musical companions, Jim Keltner, Van Dyke Parks, Flaco Jimenez, Mike Elizondo and his son, Joachim Cooder.

Here Cooder, in his inimitably eccentric way describes the folk process that leads to the creation of that extraordinary musical idiom, American roots music:

“I’ve always been interested in American vernacular music. How people sat in separate towns and wrote songs and played their instruments. I’ve always been interested in how they arrived at the songs, how they got into them, who taught them how to play their guitar, their fiddle. How they learned to hold it. And how it changed, from town to town, every 20 miles or so, like language, And how, before recordings, it all spread throughout America.”

Though, “My Name is Buddy,” feels authentic, like some lost artifact plucked out of time, it is full of urgent resonance. “We’re not doing this,” Cooder stresses, “to be nostalgic.” — especially when so many of the same issues plague and flummox us today – bigotry, poverty, violence, greed, fair-access.

“I loved these songs; I love the melodies and the messages.

…The idea is to craft them into something your own. “Many of these songs had a warning to the ‘working man’ folded in – especially those 19th Century songs in three-quarter time. It was the very reason for singing. Those songs were about topical things. They were vehicles for people who had a point to get across,” says Cooder. “Otherwise, there is no point in doing it.”

I, for one, can’t wait for the record’s release.

I want to specially thank Shorefire for this tremendous piece of writing from which I quoted extensively. It’s so wonderfully original, I didn’t know how to summarize it so I didn’t even try.

Iraq War Deaths: When Will It Ever End?

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

Eleven American military personnel were killed in several clashes across Iraq, military officials said yesterday, bringing the total number of US troop deaths this month to at least 70 and putting October on track to be the deadliest month of the war in nearly two years.
Boston Globe

How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?

–Bob Dylan, Blowin’ in the Wind

When will it ever end?
When will it ever end?

–Pete Seeger, Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

Irish Music Legend, Mícheál Ó’Domhnaill Dies

Monday, July 17th, 2006
Mi­cheÃl oDomhnaillThe late, great Irish traditional musician, Mícheál Ó’Domhnaill (photo: Nightnoise.org)

On July 9th, one of the greatest of Irish traditional musicians, Mícheál Ó’Domhnaill, died in Dublin at age 54. Ó’Domhnaill, a guitarist, was one of the founding members of the Bothy Band and recorded four albums with the group in the 1970s. He then moved to the U.S. where he collaborated with Kevin Burke on Open House. With the Cunningham brothers, he formed the Scots-Irish band, Relativity. One of his last musical gigs, and one of his longest, was Nightnoise, an ensemble composed of him and his sisters, Maighread and Triona.
After Hours (Recorded Live In Paris)
The Ó’Domhnaills hailed from Kells, County Meath, the home of the famed Book of Kells, one of the most important of all Irish manuscripts. From a very early age, Micheal displayed great admiration for Irish traditions. He was a native Gaelic speaker and his grandparents came from Donegal known as a cradle of traditional Irish culture, especially music. Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh, founder of the internionally renowned Altan, also grew up there among many other distinguished Irish musicians.

Here is his biography from Rynne.org:

His grandparents were from Rann na Feirste (in English “Rannafast”), a village in an Irish-speaking region (a “Gaeltacht”) in County Donegal. They received a land grant in County Meath as part of an Irish government initiative to set up a Gaeltacht near Dublin by transplanting native Irish speakers to the area (Irish was, and still is, only spoken as their daily language by a minority of the people of Ireland, concentrated mainly in certain western areas of the country).

Mícheál’s grandparents returned to their native Donegal after 15 years. However, in the meantime their son Hugh…had married a Dublin woman, Brid Comber, and settled as a teacher in Kells, Co. Meath. His children, Mícheál, Tríona and Maighread grew up in Kells, spending their school holidays in Rann na Feirste. Hugh was also a musician, singer and collector of songs, and Brid was a choir singer, so the children grew up in a very rich musical environment. They received music lessons from an early age (Mícheál recalls receiving piano lessons from the age of six until he was sixteen – when he was able to focus on the guitar – his preferred instrument).

Summers in Donegal brought the siblings into contact with their aunt, Neilí, a renowned singer who had a vast reportoire of songs in Irish and English. Other acquaintances made in Donegal were Pól and Ciarán Brennan (members of Clannad), and Dáithi Sproule (long a member of Altan).

Micheal’s guitar style was gracious and understated and never impeded or interfered with the melody. It wasn’t complicated or overly technical but, as a commenter wrote at Thesession.org,:

What’s wonderful about his style to me are several things: his voicings (“forms”), his cross-picking/arpeggios, and his substitutions…

…His technical skill…is fearsome. But the true genius to me–and what has bent my mind and my ears ever since–is his substitutions, the almost jazz piano-like way he plays certain chords against [Kevin] Burke’s fiddle melodies. Micheal O’Domhnaill is not flashy or a rock ‘n roller…more like Bill Evans than Little Richard

Another commenter wrote this about his musicianship:

One of the wonders of the man was how much impact his backing had, but without ever over-powering, never out of balance–so much so that you’d find yourself taking it for granted–but as much of what made you want to dance or sing as any single element of a track. It just seemed right, moss under trees in a forest…

Besides his guitar work, Micheal possessed a profoundly soulful voice which he used to great effect on such magnificent ballads as The Death of Queen Jane (hear it) and Lord Franklin. After he recorded his version each one became a classic and a touchstone for the lyrical beauty that Irish music could achieve. Queen Jane is one of more heart-rending English ballads describing Queen Jane Seymour’s tortuous and ultimately fatal child birth.

Micheal apparently died of a fall in his home. RTE produced an audio tribute to him. He was apparently a fanatical golfer and bent the ear of many an interviewer on the subject.

Emmylou Harris and Mark Knopfler’s New ‘All the Roadrunning’

Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
emmylou harris in concertEmmylou Harris at Merlefest 2003 (photo: Emmylou.net

Call me a big fan of Emmylou Harris. Let’s not even talk about how beautiful the woman is–her soul is even more beautiful. And that voice, especially when she gets that little catch in her throat when she sings a particularly heartfelt phrase. It knocks me out. And then we can talk about her impeccable taste in songs, both the ones she writes herself and the ones by others she chooses to record. Emmylou is the poet laureate of American country. I don’t know if its fair to pin a “country” label on her. But I wouldn’t want to ghettoize her with a “queen of folk” label either since she’s a genre bender if ever there was one.
All the Roadrunning
A new album from Emmylou is always a big treat. I haven’t yet heard many tracks from the new one, All the Roadrunning. Can’t say I’m wild about the title. And can’t say I’m wild about Mark Knopfler either. Great guitarist–yes. But there’s a slickness to his musicianship which puts me off a bit. His songs project a jaded, cynical personal which somehow doesn’t charm me. But I guess I should give the album a good long listen before I pass any definitive judgment. From what I’ve heard so far, there is much I like (and some that doesn’t overwhelm me).


I don’t mean for this to sound like a negative post about ‘All the Roadrunning.’ In fact, give a listen to this gem, Love and Happiness, co-written by Harris and another of my favorite Texas songwriters, Kimmie Rhodes. Kimmie recorded the wonderful West Texas Heaven years ago now and I’ve been a fan ever since. Any song combining Harris’ and Rhodes’ songwriting skills has to be compelling. And Love and Happiness is.

Here is what Harris and Knopfler had to say about the song in the Independent:

What got to Knopfler…was the…realisation that we can’t protect our children. “That was something for me to look at,” says the guitarist. “I think we addressed it in Em’s song ‘Love and Happiness’, and because you have a man and a woman singing it, both of whom are parents, it intensifies things.”

Asked about the song she penned with the Austin, Texas, songwriter Kimmie Rhodes, Harris says that “Love and Happiness” might be the only “proper” country song she’s ever written. “You can’t get fancy with that genre,” she says. “Kimmie and I sat down as mothers and thought: ‘What are the things that we would want for our children? What are the metaphors for that deep desire that your child will dodge certain bullets? And what will they need to help them deal with the bullets they aren’t able to dodge? Kimmie had the first verse in the bag, and with that wonderful structure of hers, we wrote the rest in an afternoon. Sometimes they come easy.”

And here are the lyrics:

here’s a wishing well
here’s a penny for
any thought it is that makes you smile
every diamond dream
everything that brings
love & happiness to your life

here’s a rabbit’s foot
take it when you go
so you’ll always know you’re safe from harm
wear your ruby shoes
when you’re far away
so you’ll always stay
home in your heart

you will always have a lucky star
that shines because of what you are
even in the deepest dark
because your aim is true
but if i could only have one wish
then it would be this
love & happiness for you

here’s a spinning wheel
use it once you’ve learned
there’s a way to turn the straw to gold
here’s a rosary
count on every bead
with a prayer to keep the hope you hold

Anyone who is a parent or who’s ever been a parent feels a tug on their heartstrings by a song with those sentiments. Emmylou’s website features a joint interview with her and Knopfler about the album.

Please Note: This mp3 blog showcases my love for traditional music. I hope you come, listen, enjoy, and follow the links to buy the music. Such good deeds reward the artists I feature here and allow me to cover a small portion of the expense involved in maintaining this blog.

Passover Music: Andy Statman and David Grisman’s ‘Adir Hu’

Friday, April 7th, 2006

Songs of Our Fathers
Andy Statman & David Grisman have recorded a rousing version of Adir Hu (hear it), traditionally sung as part of the Hallel prayer at the conclusion of the seder:

Mighty is He,
May He soon build His House,
Speedily, speedily in our days.

It anticipates the rebuilding of the Holy Temple and the return of the Jewish people to the land of Israel.

This melody–not the traditional one with which I was brought up–was composed by the remarkable Hasidic musician and rebbe, Shlomo Carlebach. He was to Jewish music what Pete Seeger was to folk music: a fertile and fervent purveyor of spiritual Hasidism through music.

Statman and Grisman recorded the song on Songs of Our Fathers. On this album, the traditional klezmer musician, Statman and mandolin great, Grisman unite to perform traditional Jewish music. They focus on songs from the liturgy and other Jewish spiritual traditions. On this particular cut, they play Adir Hu in a medley with another tune, Moshe Emes (“Moses is True”).

Click here to read the other Passover music posts in this series.

For more information about Carlebach, visit the Carlebach Foundation site.

Ali Farka Toure, Trailblazer of African Music, Dies

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006

ali farka toure(photos: Afropop.org)

Ali Farka Toure, Mali’s pre-eminent musician and world ambassador of African music, died in his sleep at his farm this morning of bone cancer after a long struggle. A Reuters obituary indicated that he was 66. Here is how Banning Eyre eulogized him at Afropop Worldwide:

We’ve lost a giant. Immodest, brilliant, inscrutable, and luminous, Ali Farka Toure has died in Mali, after a long battle with cancer. Born in Kanau, Mali, Ali always remained loyal to the desert north, its peoples, traditions, music and mysteries. Music entranced him from youth, but his noble bloodline never allowed him to embrace it as a profession without misgivings.

In the Heart of the Moon
Toure is perhaps best known for his 1994 collaboration with Ry Cooder, Talking Timbuktu, which was a reverent, almost spiritual exploration of the nexus between American blues and west African music. It was a masterpiece and won a well-deserved Grammy. But Toure’s musical excellence continued to be rewarded with another Grammy for another seminal collaboration, this time with Toumani Diabate. It produced the shimmering In the Heart of the Moon. In a previous post about this wonderful album, I offered up the song, Hawa Dolo (hear it), shimmering, slow and elegaic piece. It seemed fitting that Toure concluded his career with such a capstone triumph. We can be consoled that before he died he’d completed recording his final record. Reuters calls is a “solo” album but Eyre indicates he recorded it with his band, so go figure.
ali farka toure

In this revealing Acoustic Guitar interview with Elijah Wald, Toure characterized his musical philosophy:

The music I do is a music of education, to influence people and bring them to reason. It is not only a music of peace and prosperity. It has the teachings of the spirits, which one must bring forth. There are messages that one must bring to people, so that they can remain on the right road. This art, it has love and says you must love those around you.

…”My music was always part of my work of education, love, evolution, and criticisms,” Toure says. “I take the tradition, and I translate all that I can of the music of my country. I find an indigenous guitarist who gives me the tunes, and I learn them and practice. The words are already there, they are legends that I know. So I only adapt, I translate that which has been dictated to me by the old people. I speak nine languages, because I am there for everybody, not only for one individual. Honey is not good in only one mouth. And that is what has made me popular and successful, because I play for everyone.”

In the same interview, Toure describes his approach to performance:

Often, as he plays, Toure’s whole face will light up in a smile, and he will seem surprised and amused by the sounds coming from his hands, almost as if the guitar was another musician. “I am as transported as those who are listening,” he says. “Because this is what I live for. This music goes deep into my heart and if my fingers give me satisfaction, if I like what I hear, then I am very, very contented. Of course, there are moments when one cannot feel like that, but then one only has to wait a little while and one will get that feeling back.”

Toure also talks about the mystical sources of his musical inspiration:

“The spirits exist, just like people,” he says. “All the entire world was made with the earth, and man came from the earth, but the spirits came from fire. The spirits are all around us, but to know them one must be a believer and understand Islam. He who doesn’t understand will not believe, because it is not the same culture, the same tribe, the same earth. But the spirits exist in my country and they exist here.” And, he adds, it is the spirits that are at the root of all art. “They are dreams which have been there forever,” he says. “It is not we who created them, it is reality, it is nature. Only, they must have love for a person to give him power.”

Despite his international renown, Toure remained true to his rural roots in northern Mali:

Though he achieved international renown, Farka Toure remained deeply rooted in the traditions of his home region, near the famous Saharan trading town of Timbuktu.

He retreated from music in 1990 to concentrate on his rice farm in the village of Niafunke. When his producer convinced him to record again, an impromptu studio running on generators had to be set up there so he could tend his fields at the same time.

He was appointed mayor of Niafunke, where he will be buried, in 2004 for his efforts to improve the lives of those in the region. He cultivated over 300 hectares of land around the village and set up welfare projects for women and children.

“He’s one of the great, great, great musicians … He is one of a kind: he is the lion of the desert,” Diabate wrote in the liner notes to their album.

Toure’s first instrument and first musical love was the njurkel, a traditional one-stringed lute, which he took up at age 10:

“I made my njurkel myself in 1951,” he says. “It is made with a small calabash, a wooden neck, and a string of horse hair or silver wire. It is not even 50 centimeters [about 20"] long, and it is the most dangerous instrument in Africa, because it is an instrument uniquely for the spirits. It can do things that no other instrument can bring out. There are tunes that I play on the njurkel that I cannot approach on the guitar, at least for the moment.”

…The njurkel is very genetic [a word he uses to mean that it is connected to genii and spirits]. When one is playing it at night, you hear it a kilometer away. In the daytime, it does not reach even twenty meters. I could play it here and someone standing in the doorway would not be able to hear it, but at night you hear it for a kilometer.”

But by the time he was 17, he’d moved to the guitar as Eyre notes:

He was already a teenager skilled at traditional instruments when he first played guitar, encouraged by Guinean maestro Fodeba Keita, founder of the Ballets Africaine.

While I’m less familiar with Toure’s recordings before Talking Timbuktu, one of his best know from this period was The River.

Ali Farka Toure would not want us to mourn his passing. He would encourage us to celebrate–celebrate his music, celebrate life. So break out a bottle of something fine and put on one of his records and drink to his memory and to ourselves.

Springsteen’s Upcoming Album to Honor Pete Seeger

Sunday, March 5th, 2006

We Shall overcome--the Seeger sessions album cover
Every once in a while an artistic event occurs which resonates powerfully on many levels. This is what I’m expecting of Bruce Springsteen‘s upcoming We Shall Overcome: the Seeger Sessions. First, it honors one of America’s greatest troubadours, Pete Seeger, in the twilight of his memorable career and life. Second, it marks a new direction for Springsteen’s music (or a return if you like to a Nebraska-like musical simplicity) by harkening back to the folk music that preceded him. Third, it marks a reaffirmation of Springsteen’s commitment to political engagement through music–an artistic tradition of which Seeger was the preeminent exponent. The album’s subtitle “The Seeger Sessions” adds a sense of historic import to the recording as if these studio efforts hold long-term musical significance.
Where Have All The Flowers Gone: The Songs of Pete Seeger
In the 1998, Where Have All the Flowers Gone: The Songs of Pete Seeger, Springsteen recorded We Shall Overcome (hear it). I’ve got to say that this version, while sweet and loving doesn’t (at least for me) plumb the depths of the song or add new resonance for a contemporary audience. I hope that the other tracks in the new album will go deeper. To hear Pete’s live concert version of the same song (hear it) from the 60s and his soaring tenor rendition of the lyric, “we are not afraid TODAY!,” just plain blows Springsteen’s cover out of the water. An equally compelling version is the SNCC Freedom Singers (including Dorothy Cotton and Seeger–hear it). A little more passion, Bruce!

Columbia Records released this press statement about the upcoming album:

Columbia Records will release Bruce Springsteen’s twenty-first album, We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions, on April 25. The album features Bruce’s personal interpretations of thirteen traditional songs, all of them associated with the legendary guiding light of American folk music, Pete Seeger, for whom the album is named. Speaking of the origins of the new music, Springsteen said, “So much of my writing, particularly when I write acoustically, comes straight out of the folk tradition. Making this album was creatively liberating because I have a love of all those different roots sounds… they can conjure up a world with just a few notes and a few words.”

We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions will be released in DualDisc format, with the full album on one side of the disc and DVD content on the other side. The 30 minute video side of the DualDisc contains extensive behind the scenes footage of the recording of the album. In addition, the DualDisc package will contain two bonus tracks and a special booklet including a note from Springsteen.

Springsteen is planning a short tour in the U.S. and Europe to accompany the release of the album. He will be appearing with most of the musicians who appeared on the CD.

According to Springsteen’s longtime manager Jon Landau, “We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions has a lightness and ease to it, a sheer joyfulness, that makes it very special from top to bottom. Bruce has taken a core group of classic American songs and transformed them into a high energy, modern and very personal statement.”

Tracks
1. Old Dan Tucker
2. Jessie James
3. Mrs. McGrath
4. Oh, Mary, Don’t You Weep
5. John Henry
6. Erie Canal
7. Jacob’s Ladder
8. My Oklahoma Home
9. Eyes On The Prize
10. Shenandoah
11. Pay Me My Money Down
12. We Shall Overcome
13. Froggie Went A-Courtin’

Bonus Tracks
Buffalo Gals
How Can I Keep From Singing

CNN‘s coverage is typically tone-deaf in noting:

It is unknown what type of venue the new dates will play, but Springsteen manager Jon Landau told Billboard last fall that arena theater configurations proved successful for the Devils & Dust dates.

Can’t you just see Springsteen singing Shenandoah in a 20,000 seat “arena theater?” Of course, it’s possible that he’d agree to do so, but the result would transgress the original; and I’d hope he’d somehow find a way to perform in smaller halls that would more befit the informality and warmth implicit in Seeger’s songs.

For folkies like me who live for traditional music the new album represents a musical convergence of the highest magnitude. Pete Seeger was the first musician in my life I heard live in concert (my father took me to shows he did at Ramapo High School and other local venues). I can still remember listening to my dad’s old Live at the Vanguard LP with great old chestnuts like Barbara Allen, We Shall Overcome and Living in the Country. Pete Seeger’s music was like mother’s milk to me. I’ve probably attended more Seeger concerts than any other musician’s (though Van Morrison would be a close second).

I also crewed on Seeger’s Hudson River sloop, Clearwater, in its first summer (1969) plying the waters of the River. Feeling the summer night breeze blow across the bow was one of the most bracing feelings I’ve ever had. It was here I met Mark Kempner, another volunteer crew member who was a first-rate and charismatic musician. It was an incredibly exciting time to be alive and Pete made it happen by the sheer force of his personality.

Pete is now in the twilight of his life. This is a time of summing up. And I can’t think of a better way to do it than this homage from the Boss covering some of his finest songs. In the Jewish rabbinic tradition, students show the utmost respect for their teachers. To me, that is what I hope and expect from this album. I have little doubt that Springsteen will deliver.

For more information about the release see Backstreets.com.

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