Ludachristmas

Ludachristmas
The Christmas EP
by
Justin K. Rivers
Johnny Desolation Records
(C) 2007

I re-uploaded my Christmas album from last year, in case you didn't get it the first time around, or want to subject yourself to it again. Here's the track list:

1. Here We Come a Wassailing (trad)
2. Snowcar in a Streetstorm (Rivers)
3. Song for a Winter’s Night (Gordon Lightfoot)
4. Silver and Gold (from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer)
5. The Year of 88’ (Christopher Shaw)
6. Karaoke (Rivers)
7. Long Distance Carol (Rivers)
8. This Is That Time (Jack Jones)
9. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (the original version)
10. Christmas in the Trenches (John McCutcheon)
11. Nicholas (Rivers)
12. Give Yourself to Love (Kate Wolf)

As many of you know, I despise Christmas music for the most part, because it is barren, lifeless, and repeated to death. These songs I think capture the more honest essence of the season.

"Song for a Winter's Night" is one of my favorite songs of all time. Gordon Lightfoot's imagery perfectly captures Winter. I remember first hearing that song on a Christopher Shaw album, and then later as the title track for an album by my all-time favorite band, The Foothills Trio. That's the same album where I heard "Christmas in the Trenches" for the first time...I remember that first time hearing them live, at the Festival of Trees down at the Amsterdam Mall, in the space where The Present Company used to be. Just brilliant.

"The Year of '88'" speaks to me because, unlike many of the songs that tell about the people who went West, this one talks about those who stayed behind, and the hardships they endured. Another classic by Christopher Shaw.

"Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"...this is the ORIGINAL version of the song. As written, it was too dark and depressing to be included in "Meet Me In St. Louis." Judy Garland apparently asked for it to be re-written and made happier, which is the version you get in the movie. This original is not as well known, and is rarely recorded. But it's better, frankly. Because it's honest.

I end with Kate Wolf's "Give Yourself to Love," which I first heard years ago from Susan Trump at Caffe Lena. It has nothing to do with Christmas specifically, but then, if you think about it, the Holiday is supposed to be about love. And perhaps these days, with everything so overwhelmingly commodified, the only way to access "the true meaning of Christmas" is to abandon Christmas-specificity altogether.

I'm particularly proud of my original tunes. "Long Distance Carol" is a phone call to an old friend. I just entered the song in an online songwriting contest.

"Nicholas" is from the perspective of Santa Claus. I was thinking a few years back about the logic of Santa. I concluded that if he were real, he would not be a happy person. Just think about it - if everything you believed in and stood for was mercilessly corrupted by the corporate machines of the world, if nobody believed in you, if you could never retire or escape from the madness, if you were immortal, if you could fly around the world every Christmas eve, and see all of the despair and suffering below, how could not feel the same way?

Also, a special shout-out to the lovely Miss Anna Harris, who created the album cover for me.

Happy Holidays!

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a bag of rainbows - Bill Staines 1966

a bag of rainbows
Heritage Records 1966
John Synnott
Bill & Renee

In the world of folk music, there are few as legendary as Bill Staines. Perhaps the last and greatest of America's true troubadours, he ceaselessly tours the country, driving thousands of miles a year. He's written and recorded a massive body of work, including modern classics such as "The Roseville Fair," "A Place In the Choir," "River," and "Hauling In the Wood."

Staines got his start with this record - a private release, purported to only be 200 copies total. He came out of the folk revival of Cambridge, MA, where he grew to be a local legend by playing at venues such as The Sword in the Stone and Club 47, which later became Club Passim. At some point early on, he paired up with Renee, and recorded this album as the duo "Bill and Renee" along with John Synnott. It's a rare glimpse at the early career of a master songwriter. The work on the album is divided in roughly three equal parts, with the songwriting falling more heavily to Synnott. Staines has only two originals on this album, but you can already see his lyrical gifts coming into play. The cadence, the rural imagery, the gentle irony, are all Staines trademarks.

This album is ridiculously rare, probably the hardest to find in the Staines discography. That alone makes it a coveted collector's item. I don't want to overemphasize his role, however. He is only a third of this record - the rest belong to the mysterious John Synnott and Renee Goodwin. I've never come across anything else by Synnott, and his name produces no hits in google that can trace back to other albums or songs. I've heard that he now lives in Cape Cod with his wife, dealing Eskimo art. Renee is still around, playing mostly in Maine where I assume she probably lives. She and her performing partner released an album last year. One of the songs, "Midway" is credited to another performer of this era, a man named Paul MacNeil. Paul was an active member of the Cambridge folk scene, who released one album called "If it Rains." I haven't heard it myself, but he seems to have been a very respected songwriter, and was covered by Bill Staines more than once, and also by Chris Smither. On this record, he is credited as "Paul McNeil," but this is a typo. It should be MacNeil. Apparently he now lives in the Philippines and still makes music. He is NOT the same guy as "Paul McNeill," who was a British folksinger, early friend of Paul Simon, and at one time was in a duo with Linda Thompson. I was somewhat confused who was who by the spelling error on the Bag of Rainbows credits. Stay tuned for a post with Paul MCNeill's final album, "Children of the Storm."

I wonder at the story of this album - how they came together, if these three ever stayed in touch, what caused them to drift apart? It seems like such a fragile moment in time, and yet they each played an important part. The songs are good, but not revolutionary. In a way, it's better that way. It's the perfect glimpse at a turning point in folk music history, the moment where traditional songs of the past met the new urban songwriter, and began to apply those warm aesthetics to contemporary issues and stories. It is the moment where folk music had to decide whether to always look back, or look forward to create a new body of work that spoke to a generation's awakening. Some of the people who took part in this community decided to only look back, and became the traditionalists. Others chose to abandon the past and became the modern singer-songwriters. The best learned the lessons from both paths.

The link below is to a zip file containing the digitized album, with photos of the front and back, and a rough transcription of the liner notes by Linda Kalver, the credits, and lyrics to the songs. All work is (C) the respective authors and no infringement is intended. This is only on here because it is an important album to listen to, and there is no doubt that it will never be made available commercially again. Please support the artists. Folk musicians do not make a lot of royalties, and survive only through our direct support.

Tracks

1. Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
2. That's the Way It Happens All the Time
3. Midway
4. Manuel
5. Spanish is a Loving Tongue
6. Wreck of the Old 97
7. It Don't Matter Now
8. Railroad Boy
9. Ten Rivers
10. Empty Blues
11. The Words You Had to Say
12. Rainbow Child

Download A Bag of Rainbows here

Renee Goodwin's Web Site

Bill Staines Official Site

Newt Hinckley Visits With John Gould at Friendship Back River

My friend Carly sent this spoken-word record to me, and I was stunned.

The two faces on the cover were distant and somewhat obscure in that old monochrome photograph.

What gets remembered and passed down through the years are the things that people think are important. And thus, all sorts of greatness gets tossed away and forgotten. This is one of those albums. There is nothing on here that is truly important or vital. That is one of its greatest virtues – it seems an accident that Newt just happened to be passing by the workshop on his way to dig a hod of clams. And old John Gould just happened to have a tape recorder to turn on as they sat for a spell and talked.

That’s all this is – 45 minutes on 33 ½ inch vinyl of conversation. These two old timers trade town gossip, exchange pleasantries, gently mock the summer tourists, and ruminate on the lost gems of their own history.

The record itself appears to have been a private label release by the Friendship, Maine Folklore Society. No doubt John Gould was affiliated with them. He is the brains behind the operation, but is much more than a simple rustic farmer.

In reality, Gould was a celebrated writer, historian, humorist, and essayist. Born in 1908, he penned some forty books and wrote a weekly column for the Christian Science Monitor for sixty years, from his farm in Friendship. His writing covered the totality of life in the Great Northeast, from sweet memories to trying times of hardship and darkness. He had the detailed focus of a veteran newspaper man, flavored with wry humor and rustic folklore. In one of his last books, at the age of 92, he turned to the bittersweet adventure of growing old, candidly chronicling his move from farm to retirement home. He died in 2003.

Listening to John Gould, I can’t help admiring him. His measured enthusiasm for life is infectious. And, although I never knew him, I get the sense that he moved forward through life with grace and curiosity and intellect. In him, I think I see some of the balance between the rural and the urban life that we have lost, that has eroded thanks to stereotypes, cultural polarization, the loss of dialog, and the decreasing social value placed on learning. Gould exemplifies the Jeffersonian archetype of the scholarly farmer, and I think we have tragically lost that ideal.

Overshadowed by the more talkative Gould, Newt Hinckley is the great mystery of this album. What his story is, and what his fate was, I do not know. I’d have to find someone from Friendship who could fill me in.

In researching this on the web, I basically found nothing. An ebay search revealed another album, with Hinckley reciting a story written by Gould. If any other such recordings exist, I would certainly love to know.

I wondered through the course of listening to the album how much was staged. Gould certainly sounds like he was playing a part. That seems to make sense – the learned historian adopting tropes in the way a historical re-enactor dons colonial garb at an old stone fort for an ice cream social. Except…he was the real deal. What’s so jarring, I realize, is that I expect artifice. I am consciously seeking out the hidden structures that lie behind all media, the structures we were taught about in school. The same structures and biases that we aren’t taught enough about, that some take for granted, that we must be vigilant against. And probably there are some hidden structures here. But – what a cynic it seems I have become.

The conversation reminds me of listening to my aunts and uncles talk and tell stories. My father’s two brothers get fired up at Christmas and launch into rambling narratives about Old Man So-and-So who lived in Old Somebody’s house down by that dirt road that leads to Somewhere. My mom’s brothers and sisters are that way too, though louder. It’s my dad and his two brothers, though, which really makes me think. So few of that family left alive, and fewer still that I have any memory of. Their stories are populated by such ghosts! These specters vaguely cling to life in each one of those three men. A jumbled piece of story survives. Put the three guys together, and you have the sum total of a little world of people that we will never know.

I’m astonished how quickly we forget. The family that built the farmhouse I grew up in, for example – they’ve been gone for decades. Nobody even remembers their names. They probably aren’t even recorded anywhere. Or, if they are, maybe in a few letters in some attic, or a yellowed deed in a town hall basement to a hayfield that long ago became a forest. And in that forest, near the cliff’s edge, the winding road and the stone wall lanes and the cedar posts, still standing, carrying the remnants of rusty barbed wire in between the thick tall trees. Maybe a deed could explain who owned something, but not why.

My grandfather, who grew up on a farm in Pontiac, Illinois, came east to Amsterdam, New York. There he met my grandmother and started a family. But nobody knows why. I guess that’s what I see in this simple little conversation – a reminder of the lost opportunity to chronicle the why of things.

Crackle and pop. Hiss of vinyl. Hello and goodbye, John Gould.

Download the album here

John Gould on Wikipedia

An Interview with John Gould

Ferron Rare self-titled debut album mp3 1977

"Ferron" by Ferron, Lucy Records 1977

Canadian Lesbian Folk Music

Let’s set this into context. By the 1970’s, the folk revival of the 60’s, with its combination of new, lyrically driven poetic songwriting and socially conscious topicality had morphed into the lush produced sound of James Taylor and Jackson Browne. The Women’s Music movement sprang up around the same time, partly in response to the fact that women’s issues were not being covered by the mainstream music of the time. Women like Holly Near, Meg Christian, and Cris Williamson were feminists, openly gay, and making a new type of music by and for women.

Ferron debuted at a benefit concert in 1975. She had lived a hard life – running away from home when she was 15, supporting herself and learning write and sing. Her first two albums, in 1977 and 1978, were self-produced and financed, and enabled her to record a string of critically acclaimed, professionally produced albums starting in 1980. She toured extensively and built up a large following in North America. One night, she was playing a show in Pennsylvania, and a scruffy girl in army fatigues opened for her. The girl asked Ferron if she had any advice for starting out in the music industry. Ferron said “don’t ever sign with a label.” A few years later, Ferron signed to Warner, and a few years after that, wound up broke, her albums owned by Warner, her career in ruins. The girl in army fatigues was Ani DiFranco, who of course, founded Righteous Babe Records in 1989.

Ferron’s self-titled debut was self-released on Lucy Records in 1977. Only a thousand copies were pressed, and she has since expressed her dissatisfaction with it, and her second album, “Backed Up.” I do not know what the exact status of the album’s future is, but it seems highly unlikely that it will ever be re-released. I would be curious to know if she even still has the master tapes, and what state they might be in after thirty years.

Now, to the album itself. I’ll describe some of the technical stuff, and then give a brief review of the content.

Since it was only released on vinyl, I knew that it would be a somewhat tedious vinyl-to-mp3 ripping process. Things got even more complicated when I went to actually listen to it. According to her website, Ferron recorded the album with the help of some friends in a radio studio, using either a 2 or 4 track recorder. She’s right when she says that it was technically very limited. I don’t think they have much, if any, vocal compression at all. It doesn’t appear to have been mixed to vinyl properly, either. The engineer added a few reverb effects, and that’s about it.

Usually, for commercial vinyl releases, there’s a lot of engineering that goes on in order to get the sound waves to fit properly onto the vinyl surface. The RIAA standard is to cut the low frequency waves (which take up too much space) and then boost the upper waves. When played back in a stereo system, this effect is compensated for, which is why older stereos all have a phono input – that particular circuit pathway reconstitutes the signal from the turntable by amplifying it, and cutting the highs and boosting the lows.

I have some technical limitations with my ripping process. I don’t have a stereo receiver, so I don’t have a simple way to compensate for the RIAA compression methods. What I do is plug my turntable (with my Ortofon cartridge) into my m-audio box, which interfaces with the USB on my laptop. The m-box has a built in preamp that is usually good enough to get the levels I need. I recorded to my hardrive as a high quality wav file, and only downconverted to mp3 after the signal processing was done.

After recording the album onto my hard drive, I then applied some noise reduction, and cut the highs and boost the lows using the graphic EQ settings on CoolEdit Pro. Now, if I had a better signal chain for all this, with more powerful sound processing software, I think the final product would have come out a lot better. I don’t pretend to know all of this stuff.

One of the problems is that I don’t want to overplay the record itself in order to experiment with a bunch of different configurations. The vinyl surface is far from perfect, and seems to have a decent amount of wear on it. In addition, the low audio levels and lack of vocal compression and engineering means that what I got out of the rip was extremely noisy. It was barely listenable. In order to get enough volume, I had to crank the preamps all the way up, and this magnified the noise from the vinyl surface tremendously. To get around this, and to correct some very significant scratch sounds, I sampled a piece of ambient record noise and used the noise reduction plugins to get rid of that, and then pop/hiss eliminators to try to smooth the pops and crackles, of which there were many. You can still hear some noise, but most of the tracks are now pretty clean. The problem is that there is now some vocal distortion. In trying to cut the offensive frequencies, the noise reduction software got some of the good frequencies as well. More fine-tuning could eliminate this problem, but at this point, I had to basically give up.

There are a lot of ways to do a better job with this restoration work. All of them include money and equipment I don’t have. The vinyl could use a good cleaning, too. The best case scenario would be to find some enormously wealthy audiophile who has a laser turntable – the kind that uses a laser to read the disc surface and then reconstitute it as a sound, rather than trying to trace the path of the original cutting head with a mechanical stylus and cartridge.

The songs themselves are brilliant and touching. A few of them are classics that have endured on her repertoire, like “Who Loses,” “I Am Hungry,” and “Borderlines.” Others have never been re-recorded, and I don’t know if they are even played in concert at all, such as ‘Under the Weather,” and “Bourbon Street Vision.”

The overriding factor in these songs is starkness. It’s just Ferron and her guitar, which I think is really the way it works best. “Not A Still Life,” her live album from 1992, is my favorite album of hers. The emotional accessibility of her live performance is touching. Here, on her debut record, you can see that same charisma. Her voice is earthy and expressive, without needing to resort to pop star tricks – modulations and high notes and perfect autotune pitch.

Her lyrical content is raw, and often openly gay. Singing a love song about a woman in 1977 was cutting edge, and as she remarked recently in an interview, her music has since come to seem squarer than it was. In Bourbon Street Vision particularly, she grapples with her sexuality with an encounter with an older woman, who is clearly coming on to her:

She said “aren’t you in to a good time tonight?”

As the moon, badly placed made me feel so uptight

“Are you looking for something to make it all right?”

“No,” I said

She said “Look yourself in my eye, see how you lie,

I’ve been following scatters of heart-shapes to find you

And you’re in tune to color, you always have been

Mostly known for your crying for practice

Ferron in this song is scared and unsure, her fear palpable and confusing. In “Freedom,” she talks about this conflict from an early age:

Little girls in their dresses and boys in their guns

And me in some center just sitting

I’m neither the other nor neither this one

And I feel like a poem half written

There is always an undercurrent of paranoia and fear in her songs. Reviewers tend to emphasize her poetic imagery, or her graceful depictions of love, but to me what sets Ferron above the rest is the unsettling aspect to her songs. “I Am Hungry” is filled with an intense awareness of what she does not have. And even the bittersweet “Borderlines” is filled with confusion – sung with sweetness, but tinged with anger. These are uncomfortable emotions, not pat love songs. Relationships have always dominated the subject matter of her songs, as we can see here, but they are rarely straightforward. Seldom in her songs does she get what she wants.

She also doesn’t sing directly about things. I read a critic once who praised her directness, but I don’t see that being the case at all. She is direct with the imagery and the statements she makes, for sure. At the micro level she is direct. But stepping back and comprehending the totality of the songs reveals greater meaning and complexity.

This album, though rough and imperfect, shows her talent from the very beginning. In fact, its imperfections make it all the more endearing. Ferron has never been about creating a distancing polish. Instead she creates an accessible intimacy that few performers have achieved. And this little album, recorded at some radio station somewhere and sold out of her basement in Canada, is where it all began.

1. O Baby
2. Slender Wet Branches
3. Who Loses
4. Dead Men and Lovers
5. Rollspin
6. Under the Weather
7. Fly on My Nose
8. Just the Wind
9. Luckie
10. Bourbon Street Vision
11. I am Hungry
12. Borderlines
13. Freedom
14. In Retrospect
15. Wind Blown Leaf

Download Album Here

You can find out more about her at Ferron's official website. Please support this living legend! She and Bitch (one of Ani's crew, also in Shortbus) have just released an astonishing new album called Boulder.

Ferron's Official Site

Welcome!

I love old records. And there are so many great albums out there that will never see the light of day. I've digitized some of my collection and will post them. Here' s the thing - I have no desire to compete with any commercial release or to hinder the artist or copyright holder in any way. The albums that I will post are ones that will most likely never be re-released. The copyright holder is probably dead, lost to the mists of history, and forgotten forever. I offer my humble services to prevent that from happening.

In the next few weeks, I'll have some obscure Canadian lesbian folk, a spoken-word album from Maine, and some original JDR releases.

Ever upwards,

Johnny D.