"l'm a dreamer, a speaker, and a writer...

...I fight on the working folks' side." -- Woody Guthrie

by emptypockets

Woody wrote that line in Vanzetti's letter. He has Vanzetti saying it, but you can see why Woody chose to speak through him. You can also see how badly we need a Woody Guthrie today:

"We do not believe, sir, that torture, beatings, and killings and pains
Will lift man's eyes to a highest of view and break his bilbos and chains.
We believe that you must struggle for freedom before your freedom you'll gain,
Freedom from fear, sir, and greed, sir, and your freedom to think higher things."

Tonight, PBS will begin airing an installment of its American Masters series focused on Woody's life. I don't need much of an excuse to talk about Woody. He was a womanizer, a drunk, a genius, a hero. His childlike wonder and helplessness recall the luminary mathemetician Paul Erdos. His empathic bond with the downtrodden invisibles of his country bring to mind Che Guevera. His uncontrollable, compulsive acts of creation are uniquely his own but find common kin in Bob Dylan and a generation of followers.

Dylan wrote of him:

And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown

He's been memorialized in song by Phil Ochs, Steve Earle, and on the first album Bob Dylan recorded. His mannerisms were copied so precisely by Ramblin' Jack Elliot (whose new album is available free on AOL this week), Dylan, and other acolytes that his daughter Nora says she can hear the Huntington's tremor in the way they sing and talk. Even the hipster musician mannerisms of the 1960s and 1970s, she claims, that herky-jerky way of walking and moving, trace back to wanna-bes imitating her dad in his last years.

His politics, reflected in his songs as much as in his visual art (which is equally prolific but underappreciated to the point of being unknown), mix a naive idealism with a cynic's wit. He dislikes captalists, hates fascists, and seems to see Communism as just a natural extension of the labor party movement. He refashions Jesus Christ in the image of (and to the tune of) Jesse James (a song that imagines the outlaw as a kind of Robin Hood retired to suburbia), finding common ground in their battles against the wealthy:

Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land
Hard working man and brave
He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor."
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.

and he recasts the cowboy love ballad Red River Valley as a bittersweet one about the Spanish Civil War, finding common ground this time between the beauty of the American West and the abstract beauty of political freedom:

You will never find peace with these fascists
You'll never find friends such as we
So remember that valley of Jarama
And the people that'll set that valley free

From this valley they say we are going
But dont hasten to bid us adieu
Even though we lost the battle at Jarama
We'll set this valley free before we're through

All this world is like this valley called Jarama
So green and so bright and so fair
No fascists can dwell in our valley
Nor breathe in our new freedom's air

He's also staunchly patriotic, seeing the war of democracy against fascism as a bigger version of the unions against the bosses, and one he'd fought many times before.

This convoy's the biggest you ever did see,
Stretches all the way out across the sea
And the ships blowed their whistles and they rang their bells,
Gonna blow those fascists all to hell.
Win some freedom, liberty, stuff like that.

[...]

I'm just one of the merchant crew,
I belong to the union called NMU
I'm a union man from head to toe,
I'm USA and CIO
Fighting out here on the waters to win some freedom on the land.

Woody saw the money-changers and landlords, the union bosses, and Hitler and Mussolini all of a kind. He saw Jesus, Bartolomeo Vanzetti and the labor unions, and the United States as the forces for good. And he sang about and drew and painted and wrote about that fight with a biting wit (one of his great lines goes, "My wife cooked up a tater stew -- miiiiighty thin stew, though. You could read a magazine right through it. I always did think it, if it had been just a liiiiittle bit thinner, some of these here poll-iticians could have seen through it.")

At a time when the Democratic Party seems to pull in six directions at once, we could use another Woody Guthrie to remind us what we all stand for. Hell, we could use Woody himself.

Comments

[viget]

o/t--- but someone seems to be squatting on www.thenexthurrah.com.

Or was this pointer allowed to expire?

Just thought you guys ought to know.

[viget]

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For a while I was getting some go daddy page.

[mainsailset]

Timeless, intriguing and inspiring man he was. Thanks for this post. BTW have you heard Springsteen's Seeger Sessions?

[emptypockets]

I downloaded them (they were ALSO free on aol recently) but I haven't listened to them yet. I have mixed feelings about Pete Seeger, and more so about Pete channeled through Bruce Springsteen. One thing I like about Woody's music (and Dylan, and Leadbelly, and everything collected by Alan Lomax) is that it's not pretty. A lot of them are not especially talented singers or musicians, but they've got something to say, and in a strange way the lack of skill, for me, becomes a lack of artifice, and lets me feel closer to their passion. Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Odetta, all really know how to sing and play, they are beautiful. I would never want to be without them. But I listen to them in a different way.

(I guess it's the same distinction some people label as "roots" vs. "folk." When you're hearing about the plight of the deportees hollered through the nose or sung in perfect harmony it just has a different impact. I actually think the 'beautiful' singers are most incredibly effective when they're being harshly satiric, like Pete's Big Muddy or Janis Ian's painfully biting Shady Acres.)

By the way, there was a terrific piece on Seeger recently in the New Yorker, maybe a month ago.

[mainsailset]

I agree about Woody, Dylan, Leadbelly that the real joy of them is that they are not pretty. I just got yesterday the Anthology of American Folk Music edited by Harry Smith via Smithsonian which I'm looking forward to. The Springsteen Seeger thing is not to be compared to Woody or even some of Seeger's originals. As you say, we listen to these in a different way, sorta like folk candy instead of grits. Anway, it's just nice to talk about Woody and the greats.

[MissLaura]

Getting off the specific topic of Woody Guthrie for a minute to follow the roots vs. folk or rough vs. pretty thing. One way to think of it is people who approach singing as an extension of speech vs. people who work toward specifically sung vocal production. People for whom the experience of singing is primary vs. people who work through theory (whether musical, ethnomusicological, political) to get to music. I don't want to romanticize the former, but I damn well prefer it. Acoustic music with the emotional directness of rock.

And Joan Baez...blech. Warbly saccharine blech.

[emptypockets]

mainsailset, I've been meaning to get that smithsonian collection, it looked great. by the way, the best of broadside collection also from smithsonian folkways is one I got a year or so ago, and it's good. it's a real mix of styles and talents, so no one's going to like everything -- in fact you'll probably only love less than a tenth of the songs, though not the same tenth I or anyone else would -- but they're all good for what they are, and it's interesting to listen in a systematic way to political folk as it moves from labor songs to civil rights and women's issues up through the years. also, if you can find it, the library of congress has a LOT of real roots-folk posted free online as mp3s (mostly collected through various WPA projects I think), but it's in a fairly haphazard organization and not straightforward to just download en masse.

MissLaura, I was looking for a line I remember reading somewhere that is I think from Woody Guthrie instructing someone (I thought it was Dylan) how to sing his songs -- he says something like, just say the words, don't sing so much. I thought it was from Joe Klein's Woody biography (which I highly recommend, opinions about its author aside, it's a great engaging biography with amazing source material) but can't find it there now. If you listen to some of the old cowboy 'songs' a lot of them anyone would be hard-put to say whether it's a spoken word poem or actual singing -- it's right in between.

(As to Joan Baez, I actually like her!, especially when she's singing more in the vein of the Carter family (like wreck of the old 97, banks of the ohio) more than the spiritual or old english stuff (please spare me "greensleeves", for example). She has a good sense of humor about her own style, too (have you heard her sing the lord's prayer in calypso, or the one that goes "honey, I want to hold in my hands your big foot, honey") that leavens it for me. but then again, my musical tastes are pretty broad - I kind of like everything - so no great endorsement for her.)

[DHinMI]

You can't cite all the musical and political progeny of Woody Guthrie and not at least mention Billy Bragg. When Nora Guthrie first heard Bragg and saw him perform, she knew she had found the person to record the songs her dad had written but because of his failing health had never recorded (or even written music for).

Even with the omission of Bragg, this is a great post. Thanks

[emptypockets]

Heh. I first heard Mermaid Avenue as the soundtrack to some irritating personal circumstances, and have had a possibly unfair grudge against it since. (It didn't help that it was all prettied up, and I was just getting into listening to Woody for his raw unprocessed-sounding sound.)

Nora has been an incredible custodian of Woody's legacy, especially considering how difficult it must be to love and respect him simultaneously as an artist, a legend, and a father (and taking into account the kind of hot-and-cold father it's been told that he was). I highly recommend visiting the web site of the woody guthrie foundation which both coordinates the use of his material (in particular check out the recent stuff on his visual art -- he was a sign painter before he realized that he could get paid for singing, and not have to buy paint) and also funds Huntington's research.

and if we're talking about Woody's metaphorical progeny, we shouldn't overlook his real ones: his grand-daughter Sarah Lee Guthrie (Arlo's daughter) is a musician in Austin (or somewhere nearby?).

[MissLaura]

Ah, no discussion of music would be complete without DHinMI speaking up for Billy Bragg.

Nor, I suppose, would a discussion of "folk" music be complete without me saying that anyone who's interested in newly-recorded but very old-school in an 1860s rather than 1960s way traditional American music should check out Tim Eriksen.

emptypockets, the Harry Smith Anthology of American Folk is definitely worth it - he did something pretty unique by gathering not field recordings but stuff that had been recorded for commercial release, or at least in hopes of commercial release. So a lot of it is less kind of mannered and self-consciously folky than much of what you get from other sources. Plus there's just so damn much in the compilation that there's bound to be something you love, something you hate, something you appreciate and respect without necessarily liking.

I think of that singing style - and when I say "I think" I probably mean that Tim Eriksen, a brilliant thinker about this stuff as well as a brilliant musician, has said something along these lines - as being an extension of speaking in two ways. It's an extension in the sense that it is the same as speaking, that you don't have to be some classically trained person warbling away in your vibrato. But it's also an extension in the sense of, well, extending - drawing out, lengthening, raising, accentuating.

Huh. So apparently I can currently write about this stuff so long as it's not actually for my dissertation. Well, that's great.

[PhoenixRising]

As to the Bruce's recordings of some Seeger songs, may I simplify the debate beyond all recognition? Springsteen's recordings of songs like 'John Henry' and 'Shenendoah' are great in exact proportion to the degree to which Bruce can't sing. Truly the man is howling through a can of pea gravel and it's just damn wonderful.

As to Woody's legacy, while both Nora (after whom we named our kid, once both our moms set the limit that naming a little girl 'Guthrie' was just out of the question) and Billy Bragg must be mentioned, there really is no one to take a place alongside Steve Earle. Fort Worth Blues, I got 'em. Four more years of things not gettin' worse, I miss them.

[Keener]

"One way to think of it is people who approach singing as an extension of speech vs. people who work toward specifically sung vocal production. "

Hey, as a person who loves Townes Van Zandt, early Billy Bragg, Bob Dylan, and Guthrie, this is almost the nail on the head.

There is another interesting thread though in this group of geniuses, which I would categorize as voice as melody vs.voice as percussion. One thing Dylan does in particular (but which he pulls from Guthrie and others) is to pull his voice *against* the guitar, to try to overlap his forceful phrasing with the beat to create some tension there. Baez makes her voice all melody, there is no percussive force or interest. And of course this mirrors the lack of true tension in her lyrical matter, but that's another comment.