Random Notes on Music and Musicians

An episode in the first season of HBO’s Deadwood ends with an instrumental version of Michael Hurley’s great song “Hog of the Forsaken” playing over the end credits. I hadn’t heard it without words, but the song is unmistakable. A sample of the missing lyrics:

The Hog of the Forsaken he ain’t like you and I,
With bones always breakin’ and no place to go an’ lie,
He’s in the box so dark and wet, he got so much time,
He ain’t even worried yet, the Hog of the Forsaken,
He is the Pork of Crime.

Here’s the video:

I have a huge LP record collection, but mostly listen to digital files on my computer. With that cold fact staring me in the face—and the growing value of LPs—I decided to see what I could raise from some vintage jazz (which I have doubled on CD) at the Princeton Record Exchange.

It turned out all right. Two grocery bags of LPs yielded $178 and a nice pile of unheard music on CD. Still, I’m going to miss a few of them, irrational as it seems. I probably haven’t specifically listened to that copy of Herbie Hancock’s Maiden Voyage on Blue Note for 20 years or more, and I’d painstakingly digitized my vinyl copy of Dizzy Gillespie on Bluebird, but it had such a beautiful cover. And who can resist the song “In the Land of Oo-Bla-Dee,” with music by Mary Lou Williams, lyrics by Milt Orent and vocal by Joe Carroll?

I met a beautiful princess in the land of OoBlaDee
She smiled and said OobaDidela meaning you appeal to me
I said Oobadideaabendue with pride
Oobadideaabendue let’s take a ride
In the land of OoBlaDee OoBlaDee

She drove me straight to her castle in the land of OoBlaDee
And there I met her two sisters Blooeyda and Dooeyblee
Blooeyda without a doubt was twice my size
Dooeyblee the other sister had three eyes
And the two had eyes for me Oobladee

Here’s the video:

One of the CDs I picked up in Princeton was a gospel album by the diminutive Little Jimmy Dickens. I tend to buy bluegrass gospel albums when I find them, because they often contain their author’s most expressive singing. Dickens was pint-sized, but he had a big, and very country, sound that went instantly out of fashion when Chet Atkins and others started with the modern Nashville “countrypolitan” (strings and horns) sound.

Dickens didn’t go out of fashion with me, though. Here’s a great video. He’s little but he’s loud, and he’s “countrified” and doesn’t care who knows it:

A new album that arrived in the mail yesterday is making quite an impression. It’s Tugboats, an EP by the Brother Brothers, David and Adam Moss, whose music I enjoyed at the Summer Hoot last year. I’m a twin, so it’s nice to see twin acts. Do their voices blend? Do you have to ask? They’re both monster talents as songwriters and singers, and collectively play fiddle, guitar, cello and more.

The only thing wrong with the EP is it’s too short, and doesn’t have enough of their songs on it. Here’s “Cairo, IL” on video:

Other new things I’ve heard and really like:

  • The Maja and David fiddle duo. She’s Danish; he’s French Canadian, and their music seamlessly combines the two folk traditions.
  • Saturn’s Spell, the new album by the Organic Trio on Jazz Family. They take the familiar soul-funk organ trio—organ, guitar, drums—and bring it into the 21st century with, as the notes say, “just the right amount of grease.”
  • The Jason Anick (violin) and Jason Yeager (piano) record United (Inner Circle Music). I don’t know Yeager’s work, but Anick is a brilliant, fiery fiddler, and these two have a solid bond. Also check out Anick’s work with the Rhythm Future Quartet.
  • The hushed music of Allysen Callery, a Providence-based chanteuse.
  • Rayna Gellert’s Workin’s Too Hard (StorySound). Like the Brother Brothers EP, this one should be longer. I loved Gellert’s fiddle playing and singing in Uncle Earl, and was frustrated by her mostly instrumental albums, great as they might be. This one is starting to show her true potential in front of a band. It sounds better every time I hear it.

Robbie Fulks should have won that Grammy for Upland Stories.

Homeward Bound: The Life of Paul Simon by Peter Ames Carlin is well-written, and it paints a none-too-nice picture of the brilliant auteur. Why couldn’t he just enjoy his success, be nice to people, and give credit where it was due?

A more amiable read was Neil Young’s book about cars, Special Deluxe. Wouldn’t Long May They Run be a better title? The book is so Neil Young, rambling, anecdotal, funny, obsessional. He likes old rides, buys them compulsively, and only occasionally fixes them up. The rest go to a kind of vintage junkyard at his northern California ranch.

I’d love to talk old cars with Neil Young some time. We could talk about music, too.

Old Tones in the Mountains

NORTH HILLSDALE, NEW YORK—It’s taken me a month to have enough of a work breather to write about the wonderful time I had at the Oldtone Roots Music Festival in North Hillsdale, New York. This is where three states—New York, Connecticut and Massachusetts—all come together, and it’s a festival hotspot, with the region home to Falcon Ridge and Grey Fox.


Bruce Molsky (center) with his Mountain Drifters. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Oldtone is the newcomer, and thanks to the energies and enthusiasm of Kip Beacco and his many volunteers, it grew to a full multi-day festival this year. But expect it to become a perennial. Though the genre is decidedly healthy—with loads of devoted young bands—there aren’t many festivals devoted to old-time music (not bluegrass).

If your idea of an old-time festival is a bunch of septuagenarians in suspenders playing their fiddles between spits of tobacco juice, think again. Most of these performers—many of them new to me—are under 30. But they’re as devoted to the form (based on collective playing, not flashy solos) as anyone could be.

I was thrilled to see Molsky’s Mountain Drifters for the first time. Here they are on video:

Bruce Molsky is, to my way of thinking, the finest living old-time musician—adept as a vocalist, a virtuoso on banjo, fiddle, guitar and anything else with strings, and an historian par excellence.

In the Mountain Drifters he’s ably supported by Stash Wyslouch of the Deadly Gentlemen on guitar and Allison de Groot. It’s a fine band, with a new CD out, too, and the only drawback is that, of necessity, Molsky stuck to his fiddle. For the full experience, see him solo.


Tony Trischka (left) and Michael Daves show just how much music a duo can make. (Jim Motavalli photo)

The Foghorn String Band have eight albums out, and play widely, but somehow I’ve never seen them until now. I was clearly missing something; they’re a tight unit, in service to the songs.

Run Mountain

Run Mountain is the trio version of Moonshine Holler. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Moonshine Holler and Run Mountain are variations of the same band, centered on husband-and-wife team Bill Dillof and Paula Bradley. Add Vermont fiddler Jim Burns and Moonshine Holler becomes Run Mountain. Either way, they celebrate front-porch old-time, and mine the rich seam of country music that emerged on record in the late 1920s. Bradley, by the way, plays in a dizzying assortment of bands; I last saw the Uncle Earl veteran in an all-girl country swing outfit called Girl Howdy, and don’t forget Miss Paula and the Twangbusters.

Here’s Run Mountain with “Goodbye Boll Weevil”:

The Two-Man Gentleman Band doesn’t get together all that often these days, and that’s a shame. They’re an absolute hoot, the Smothers Brothers of old-time. Andy Bean, who sings his own (mostly comic) songs and plays banjo in a style that dates to the 19th century, is joined by his straight man,  the Councilman, on bass.

This stuff would be deadly if Bean couldn’t sing, or his songs were weak, but neither is the case. Plus he’s a killer banjo player, inhabiting a genre very few others are keeping alive. He’s apparently making music for a new cartoon series now, while the Councilman plays base with the Legendary Shack Shakers. On hopes the reception they got at Old Tone will keep the Two-Man dream alive.

I enjoyed sets by Hillary Hawke, Michael Daves and Tony Trischka, Bear Minimum (great singer), Bradford Lee Folk and the Farwells. Jesse Lege and Bayou Brew were ripping it up in the dance tent. I’m sorry I missed artists who played on other days, including Brooklyn’s Downhill Strugglers, mainstays of the Brooklyn Folk Festival. And the Hayrollers and the Easy Ridin’ Papas sure sounded interesting.

The venue is just fine, the working Cool Whisper Farm. We were warned not to approach the bull, and after getting a look at him I didn’t need to be told twice. There was plenty of good food available, and it was affordable, too. The crowd wasn’t huge, but this was the first year. I expect great things from this festival next year and forever after. Next year I’ll stay longer.

Musical Discovery at the Summer Festivals, 2016

I’m having a great summer, with as many weekends as I can manage at festivals. I intend to make it three in a row. Two down, one to go!

Nathan and the Zydeco Cha Chas

Nathan and the Zydeco Cha Chas, seen in the Rhythm and Roots dance tent, are the goodtime band par excellence. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Just concluded is the Rhythm and Roots Music and Dance Festival, held every September in Ninigret Park, Charlestown, Rhode Island. I haven’t missed this one for years, and it keeps getting better. Two thousand sixteen was the year of Hat Fitz and Cara. I know, you’re not familiar, and unless you were in Ninigret Park you missed them—it was their first U.S. appearance, and so far their only one. Last year they couldn’t get visas.

Hat Fitz and Cara

Hat Fitz and Cara got a huge response–and signed tons of CDs. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Drummer/Otha Turner-influenced fife player Cara is (very) Irish (from Belfast), and guitarist Hat Fitz (a/k/a “Fitzie”) is Australian down to the bush hat—he looks like a rougher version of Mel Gibson, who’s Australian too. Together they’re a combustible hands-across-the-ocean mix, but it comes out as high-energy country blues, via influences like Blind Lemon Jefferson and Dorothy Love Coates. Here’s video:

Given the instrumentation, the White Stripes might come to mind, but I like this duo interpretation much better. For one thing, Cara is a great belter of a singer, reminding you of Bonnie Raitt one moment and Mahalia Jackson the next. And Fitzie doesn’t have Jack White’s Led Zeppelin fixation, preferring the source material that LZ ripped off. He told me that he stopped playing the Reverend Robert Wilkins’ “Prodigal Son” for a decade or more because people asked him about the “Rolling Stones cover.”

Hat Fitz and Cara have two albums (one of which I found in a Dublin, Ireland Oxfam shop) and a third on the way. Don’t waste another day not knowing about them.

Uncle Earl

Uncle Earl had a timely reunion at Rhythm and Roots. (Jim Motavalli photo)

I was also enthralled with two reunions—Geoff Muldaur with Jim Kweskin (they made the 60s much livelier) and the women of Uncle Earl. The latter broke up almost a decade ago, and banjo player Abigail Washburn has gone on to big things with husband Bela Fleck (they won a Grammy!) Here’s Muldaur/Kweskin video:

I’d missed them in their heyday, and never seen fiddle player extraordinaire Rayna Gellert in person, so this was a treat. It was like they’d never broke up. This was a one-off gig, but I’ll be there will be more down the road.

Donna the Buffalo were reliably great, though a short Saturday slot isn’t really their métier. Jeb Puryear hardly had time to warm up his guitar. They made up for it by debuting a bunch of wonderful new songs—one of which seemed to be called “You Better Look Both Ways (Before You Cross My Heart”). I should have seen them Friday night, when they played for two hours.

Morgan Eve Swain is the Huntress. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Morgan Eve Swain is the Huntress. (Jim Motavalli photo)

My old friend Morgan Eve Swain is back, after the tragic death of her husband and partner in Brown Bird, Dave Lamb. The Huntress and the Holder of Hands is Morgan Eve’s show, and focuses on her upfront vocals and spiky songs. It was just fine, with strong bowed bass and cello adding to the rich mix, and Morgan Eve is a very capable leader, but I missed her virtuoso playing—of guitar, fiddle, bass, and everything else with strings. We did get a nice turn on ukulele.

This was my first time ever seeing Lucinda Williams, believe it or not, and these days she’s heavy on the guitar—from a spectacular player named Stuart Mathis. I appreciate a good shredder, but I’m not sure I want to hear it on every one of Williams’ songs—even the slower ones. Did I count seven guitars on Mathis’ stand? I prefer what Jerry Miller does in Eilen Jewell’s band—it’s more in service to the song. But did I mention that Mathis is a fantastic guitar player?

Suitcase Junket

Suitcase Junket: the guitar was found in a dumpster, and his baby shoes play the drums. He’s sitting on the suitcase. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Also wonderful was Nathan and the Zydeco Cha Chas—Nathan enthralled the dance tent by walking amongst ‘em with his wireless accordion rocking all the while. It was also good to see Dave and Phil Alvin—Dave shreds, too—and Suitcase Junket, first encountered at the Summer Hoot last year.

Speaking of the Summer Hoot, it was even better in 2016 than in 2015. It’s Mike and Ruthy’s small but impeccably curated event at the Ashokan Center (founded by her father, famed fiddler Jay Ungar) in Olive’s Bridge, New York, near Woodstock.

Lula Wiles

Lula Wiles in full song at the Hoot. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Aside from being an incredible bargain, with two stages going constantly for a relaxed crowd, great food vendors and even affordable accommodations, it’s a place of musical discovery. I didn’t know half the acts performing but I do now. There’s jugglers, too.

I was glad to make the acquaintance of the Ladles, a female harmony trio that very much complemented the also-appearing Lula Wiles (whose take of Keith Whitley’s “I’m Over You” was a showstopper). Singing together, the Ladles get that otherworldly sound going—a beyond-themselves vocal blend so celebrated by Crosby, Stills and Nash.

Brother Brothers

The Brother Brothers: Terrible name, but a great group–of identical twins. (Jim Motavalli photo)

The other big discovery was the badly named The Brother Brothers. They are, in fact, identical twins (like my brother and I), and a more perfectly balanced duo could not be found. They both write like angels, sing great, and are aces on fiddle and cello.


Gongs started the morning at the Hoot–and they had young fans. (Jim motavalli photo)

A great aspect of the Summer Hoot is the workshops, and at this year’s celebration of the banjo North Carolina player Paul Brown (who made a great album with Mike Seeger) held forth on its origins as an African instrument. He also played a persion of “Polly Put the Kettle On” that harked to its beginnings in the late 1700s.

Another true historian, Dom Flemons (late of the Carolina Chocolate Drops, which he co-founded) was also on hand to offer nuggets. He’s working on a record about black cowboys for Smithsonian Folkways. I could listen to Flemons talk for hours, but that’s not the point when he plays so well (this year with the incredible bassist/fiddler Brian Farrow). Here’s a video of them playing together:

There’s a Winter Hoot in February, too. Buy your tickets now.

One more event, the Oldtone Roots Music Festival, is this coming weekend in North Hillsdale, New York, where that state comes together with Connecticut and Massachusetts. The ultra-great Bruce Molsky is playing, and I’d drive 300 miles for that. See you there?

Porchfest Comes to Black Rock

Porchfests, launched in the college town of Ithaca, New York in 2007, are catching on. The concept has quietly spread—without my ever hearing about it—until one finally appeared next door, in the Bridgeport, Connecticut neighborhood of Black Rock. Porchfest came off without a hitch, I’m happy to say, and everyone involved says it’s going to become annual.

That Virginia

That Virginia livens up a summer day at Porchfest 2016 (Jim Motavalli photo)

The music was local, including strumming folksingers, singer-songwriters, and slumming alter-ego groups playing covers. The sound was universally decent, food trucks lined up next to homeowner-provided lemonade stands, and dogs were welcome. There were lots of dogs.


Porchfest is a neighborhood thing, and it’s about the people. Reaganomics (the band) got about 200 people out and talking. (Jim Motavalli photo)

I heard three different sets, including one my friend Lys Guillorn, and another by a band featuring a friend’s son. It was all very relaxed, and relaxing. Neighbors who probably rarely see each other caught up. Bridgeport’s mayor (back from prison, and improbably re-elected) was there, but you’d expect that.


The smart ones brought lawn chairs. (Jim Motavalli photo)

People ask me what Woodstock was like—did you see all the heavy groups? I say yeah, yeah, but it was more about the people—the sense of community. Ditto Porchfest.

Lys Guillorn

Lys Guillorn on the porch. (Jim Motavalli)

C’mon, how often do you actually talk to your neighbors, other than to wave hello? At Porchfest, one ear is on the band and the other is catching up with the people next door.


You could walk to the next Porchfest gig, but a scooter came in handy. Performer Lys Guillorn is at right. (Jim Motavalli photo)

We need more low-pressure, local music—neighbors entertaining neighbors. We need fewer big-deal stadium shows with distant views from the nosebleed seats and scalper-inflicted ticket prices.

If there’s no Porchfest near you, well it’s time to organize one. Won’t your porch look better with a band on it? By the way, you can still make it up to the original Porchfest, in Ithaca. It’s on September 18.

A Cool Mist at Green River 2016

GREENFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS—Normally the Green River Festival dawns hot and stays that way, but the 2016 version was cool and misty. Not that I was complaining. I’m usually weighing listening to a hot band or making a dash for the thoughtfully provided cooling station. (I wish all outdoor festivals were this well organized; Green River and Caramoor in New York are the best).

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The Green River Festival is VERY kid friendly. If your children are bored it’s because they spend too much time with their devices. (Jim Motavalli photo)

This is my third Territorial Imperatives report from the Green River Festival, and unless the pearly gates call it won’t be my last. I always discover new music at Green River, which is joined at the hip to my favorite record label, Signature Sounds. Jim Olsen is both the festival director and the label’s founder—it’s a family event. Sometimes when a new band appears at the festival, they proudly proclaim they’ve just been signed.

Lula Wiles

Lula Wiles, sharing a mike. (Jim Motavalli photo)

We got to the festival under threatening skies just in time to see Lula Wiles, the female Americana trio from Boston I’d somehow missed at Caramoor. They have strong original songs written by all three, and both guitar players also play fiddle—how’s that for variety? Here they are on video:

  And the trio–Isa Burke and Ellie Buckland (the multi-instrumentalists) and Mali Obomsawin (bass)—are great all by themselves, as on the unaccompanied “Turtle Dove.” The only problem with their set was it was too short (a deficit they made up later on the Parlor Stage).

Dustbowl Revival

Dustbowl Revival is a New Orleans funk band with horns–no, they’re bluegrass! (Jim Motavalli photo)

Venice, California’s Dustbowl Revival (Signature Sound artists!) manage to marry New Orleans horns with bluegrass in a delightful fashion. The lead vocals are shared by Zach Lupetin and Liz Beebe, and both can really belt ‘em out—on old songs (really old, some of them) and new ones that sound old. The fiddler and horn players (trombone and trumpet) are all very strong, and it’s no hardship when the vocals take a back seat.

Hannah & Maggie

Hannah & Maggie–out there with just the two guitars. The songs made all the difference. (Jim Motavalli photo)

My discovery of the day was Hannah and Maggie, also on the Four Rivers Stage. The pair met at nearby Smith College, where they were part of what I think they said was the Smithenpoofs. As they pointed out, the other well-known lesbian folk acts are The Indigo Girls and Tegan and Sarah, and people who compare them to the former are not that far off. But don’t pigeonhole them. What makes Hannah and Maggie stand apart is the strength of their songwriting and singing. C’mon, it’s just the two of them up there with guitars—with weak material it would be a trial to listen to them. But their songs were uniformly excellent in an all-original set (with one song, “The Boxer,” from that other well-known lesbian duo, Simon and Garfunkel).

Leland Sundries

Nick Loss-Eaton out front with Leland Sundries. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Leland Sundries, featuring the songs of leader Nick Loss-Eaton were another pleasant Green River surprise at a festival that doesn’t like to get slotted into the folk bucket. Nick is a great balladeer whose baritone gets him into James McMurtry territory, but he also rocks out—especially on a song hoping that a zombie apocalypse will get him back together with his girlfriend.

Shovels and Rope

Shovels and Rope: A bit shouty. (Jim Motavalli photo)

A disappointment, for me, was Shovels and Rope, whose duo albums I’ve loved. In person they were shouty and monotone. The songs have subtlety, but they weren’t coming through on the main stage. Here they are on video, with the quietest song in the set:

Not all the good music was on the stage. As at Caramoor, there’s a lot of off-stage jamming. Here’s a bit I caught in the rain at the guitar/ukelele tent out of Easthampton:

  Three stages meant too many choices; I didn’t hear Amy Helm, And the Kids or Anthony D’Amato. The rain messed up the latter part of the evening, so I also never got to hear Oh Pep! From Australia, Dawes, The Soul Rebels, Shakey Graves, the Felice Brothers or big soul band the Suffers. Oh well. Next year they’ll all be on Signature Sounds and I can catch them on a dry day.

Special mention should go to the food vendors, who never gouge. Coffee? $2. The ample tangine at Aurora’s Gypsy Café? $8.

Live Music: New Orleans and Katonah, NY

NEW ORLEANS AND KATONAH, NY—Ever era needs its Fats Domino. Without the Fat Man, the 50s would have been inconceivably duller. That grin, that flattop, that piano playing, those songs that sprang from but also transcended blues and R&B to hit American popular culture in its soporific core.

Nathan and the Zydeco Cha Chas

Nathan Williams gets his ya yas out. Maybe he’d remind you of Fats Domino, too. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Did you ever hear Fats essay the Beatles” “Lady Madonna”? I remember hearing him sing it via the scratchy transistor on the school bus. Fats’ version was a minor hit in ’68, which was poetic justice because he’d inspired it. Paul McCartney:

“Lady Madonna” was me sitting down at the piano trying to write a bluesy boogie-woogie thing … It reminded me of Fats Domino for some reason, so I started singing a Fats Domino impression. It took my other voice to a very odd place.

All this is prologue to seeing Nathan [Williams] and the Zydeco Cha Chas at the free 10th annual Louisiana Cajun-Zydeco Festival in [Louis] Armstrong Park. I was in New Orleans for a family wedding, and my wife caught the listing. Free, the Cha Chas with Steve Riley and the Mamou Playboys.

Nathan and the Zydeco Cha Chas

The Cha Chas in full cry. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Riley’s OK, but he doesn’t rock my boat. I have an intellectual appreciation for a guy who carries on the Cajun tradition, singing in French and all that. He’s a little bantam-weight, built fellow with a period ducktail. His band played good, and Riley himself is more than competent on accordion. But nothing was transcendental.

And then Nathan and the Cha Chas. Williams actually looks a bit like Fats, and has that same confident insouciance. He’s the quintessential zydeco front man, a great singer and showman (getting down on his knees like James Brown), and on accordion he’s always right in the pocket—never flashy, always serving the song. Special mention also should go to guitarist Dennis Paul Williams, who also happens to be Nathan’s brother.

Check out this video, in which Dennis is sidelined by a breaking string, but when he comes back it’s apparent what a big contribution he makes to the Cha Chas’ music:

Nathan, whose big inspiration was Clifton Chenier, not New Orleans’ own Fats Domino, plugs into the rocking good time like no one since the late and much missed Boozoo Chavis (with whom he shared many a stage). Here’s another video of the man in action:

I really, really didn’t want Nathan’s set to end, but it did and we went for a walk down Bourbon Street, which I found absolutely appalling. Cheap commercialism, bad tourist food and worse music, panhandlers, and Larry Flynt Hustler Clubs. Plural, because there were two of them.

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The Secondhand String Band on Royal Street, French Quarter. (Jim Motavalli photo)

But just one block away, Royal Street was quiet and reeking of historic atmosphere. And there was street music I actually wanted to hear, from the Secondhand Street Band. A rag-tag ensemble, they were playing one of the hallowed New Orleans classics, “I Thought I Heard Buddy Bolden Say,” with great aplomb. Here’s a Royal Street video:

Also check out the Secondhand Street Band’s studio album, Birds:Boats:People.

From New Orleans to Katonah, New York and Caramoor’s annual American Roots Music Festival. I love what Maggi Landau does with this event. Like Barbara Manners (with her superb CHIRP summer concerts in nearby Ridgefield, Connecticut) Landau’s event is all about providing a space for great young bands and singer-songwriters to be heard.

Man About a Horse

Young bands rule at the Caramoor Americana Festival. This is Man About a Horse in a sylvan setting. (Jim Motavalli photo)

All the musicians comment on how beautiful the Caramoor gardens are, and they play right in amongst ‘em, without amplification, in locations with names like Spanish Courtyard, Cedar Walk and the Founders Tent. Silver City Bound, with Sam Reider on extraordinary accordion (there’s that instrument again) greeted visitors coming in. How could he play so loud without an amplifier?

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Monica Rizzio, a Texan relocated to Cape Cod, loves Willie Nelson. A lot. (Jim Motavalli photo)

I saw several acts I’d never heard before, but want to hear again. These included High Plains Jamboree, with a singer/songwriter/mandolin player, Brennen Leigh, who could be a big star; Monica Rizzio (whose album, Washashore Girl, I quite like); Man About a Horse, an exuberant bluegrass band who trotted out the teen tragedy  “Last Kiss” but didn’t know its history before Pearl Jam (it made #2 by the Cavaliers in 1964); and the enchanting Lowest Pair, with not one, but two banjo player/singer-songwriters. Here’s their song “Rosie” from the main stage:

     I can’t emphasis enough the role the sylvan glades play in this festival. Here’s music as people heard it for thousands of years, in a natural state, with very little barrier between performer and audience.

Silver City Bound

Silver City Bound, back from Turkey, get rural. (Jim Motavalli photo)

Also playing was Sara Watkins, who sounded great playing solo fiddle and ukulele on songs like “Different Drum” and “One Long Hot Summer Day,” but was less exciting with her own songs and a full band; and John Fulbright, who amazed me with a long and vividly imagistic tune called “Catfish Song.” I was only slightly disappointed when I learned that Townes Van Zandt had written it. Sorry I missed Hurray for the Riff Raff, because I love them.

Silver City Bound, by the way, just came back from a State Department-sponsored tour of Turkey and Azerbaijan. Other bands should look at spreading the word internationally like that.

One of the songs that will stick with me from Caramoor is “One to Run the River With” by Noel McKay, who did it with High Plains Jamboree. Someone should have a hit with that one. It was ringing in my ears when I left the lovely festival grounds.

The King of Rome Comes Back

Sometimes music makes me cry. When I find a song like that, I play it incessantly until its deeply embedded, and I can summon the feeling whenever I need it.

The King of Rome

The King of Rome came back–and lived a long life.

Such a song is “The King of Rome,” as sung by June Tabor. Here it is on video:

The song is a true story about a working-class gas-lamp lighter named Charlie Hudson, who lived a hardscrabble existence in the city of Derby. His one indulgence was homing pigeon racing, a new sport then. The basic idea is that competitors release pigeons in some distant location, and their homing instinct sends them home—first one back, wins (with distance taken into account).

In 1913, as the song tells us, Charlie got wind of a big pigeon race starting from Rome. Everyone told him he was crazy, he’d just lose his best bird if he sent it all the way there. But Hudson was undaunted, he dispatched the pigeon—and then he waited.

As it happens a big storm kicked up over the Alps on race day, and thousands of pigeons were lost—Hudson’s presumably among them. And then, and then! The gang was down at the pub in Derby, and one of them sees a flash of wings. It’s the long-lost bird come home and perched on Charlie’s roof! “Come on down, your majesty, I knew you’d make it back to me,” Charlie said, because by then the pigeon was named “The King of Rome.” It won the race.

Charlie treasured his pigeon, who lived out his years in splendor, dying sometime before 1946. Charlie himself made it to 1958. The bird, stuffed, now appears ready to take wing in a Derby museum.

Derby resident Dave Sudbury wrote the song, but his version is too folkie for me. It takes an unmatched interpreter like June Tabor to totally bring it home. Also great is a version, with full brass band, by the Unthanks. Garnett Rogers does it, too. Here’s the Unthanks:

  “The King of Rome” reminds me strongly of Archie Fisher’s “Bill Hosie,” another song about a long shot. Hosie was inspired by the pre-war Schneider Trophy seaplane races. The S5 Supermarine was the fastest seaplane ever built, powered by a Napier Lion engine and capable of 300 mph. It was the father of Britain’s Spitfire, a hero of World War II.

“Bill Hosie” is about an ordinary guy who built a replica of the S5 Supermarine, took it up over Cornwall skies and…well, listen to the song:

And don’t forget “Bud’s Sea-Mint Boat” by Kate Campbell. Yet another song about a dreamer whose dreams actually come true. And all three are about real people. Let’s hear it for dreamers.