Of all the acapella groups out there these days, Home Free is probably my very favorite. Here they've gone and done my favorite folk genre proud with this driving medley of sea shanties including the song that rehooked me on them - The Wellerman. Enjoy!
The multi-talented Connie Dover sings this beautiful old hymn. I was privileged to hear Connie at the North Texas Irish Festival back in the late 90s and to meet Ms. Dover afterwards. She's quite a talent and used to work summers as a chuckwagon cook on cattle drives for tourists. I can imagine the campfires were lovely things. She has a wonderful repertoire of cowboy songs as well as Scots, Irish and English folk songs and the voice to go with 'em.
Discovered this wonderful version of the first song I ever learned - Tennessee Ernie Ford's "Sixteen Tons". You have to picture a 4 year old singing, "Some say a man is made out of mud, but a poor man's made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood, skin and bones. A mind that's weak and a back that's strong."
I sang it with gusto. These guys, though, sing it with talent. I AM impressed.
Sea Shanties from more than a century and a half ago are making a comeback in this age of obscene lyrics, violent talk, abuse of women, strutting strumpets and preening arrogant males. These people young and old using the best capacity of the Internet - the capacity of this amazing tool for creativity and collaboration.
When the Internet first appeared and people became excited about it, the critics and the pundits loudly proclaimed that it was a great danger for human personal growth. People, they opined, would lose their creativity. They would, we were told, sit down beside the flickering tube and become observers rather than active participants - a nation of couch potatoes. It was a near thing to but it was the Internet that seems to have saved us.
The pundits were wrong. We all went the other way instead of the way we were going when we were passive consumers of material created by a tiny few. All we had back then was 5 radio stations, a couple of newspapers and 3 television networks. Back then we had a limited selection of things to watch or listen to passively. Certainly some stout souls were left to make music, movies, television shows and such, but compared to our rapidly growing population, it was a miniscule few. Enter the Internet and the personal computer. Suddenly a world of information was at everyone's fingertips. If you could read, you could soon find something about how to do virtually anything you wanted to do. I remember visiting a guy who wanted to record his own music. He spent close to $50,000 equipping a studio in his house. With the advent of the Internet and personal computers, a talented musician, a band or an independent would-be movie producer can produce high quality music, music videos, indie movies, podcasts and indie news and commentary for a pittance compared to the old days. Rather than stifling creativity, the new technology spawned a prolific creative burst of creation that you couldn't hope to see all of the stuff out there on virtually any subject. Why cat videos alone would cost you years of Internet viewing to even make a dent in the number of samples of that genre. Independent bands now can not only record their music, produce CDs at their desks, but they can also create a website to advertise their music and sell it online.
Even more amazingly, the Internet has created whole new range of media including personal podcasts, flashmobs, personal news and commentary and, of course, cat videos. Let us hope in their zeal to turn the Internet into Pravda, we don't lose the creative joy that is the free market of the Internet where talent can rise if it's good enough and it's a mind to.
Big Wedgwood fan back during the great folk music schism in the church. I have always thought that I want this song played at my funeral. I like the part where it goes, "Then sweeping up to glory, I'll see his blessed face, where rivers of delight shall ever roll. The Lily of the Valley always gives me a thrill and I like Wedgwood's version the best.
You gotta love a singing group that can play "Teddy Bear's Picnic" to a bunch of drunks in an Austin nightclub at 1 o'clock in the morning and get away with it. I first encountered "Trout Fishing in America" at the Kerrville Folk Festival and fell in love with this marvelously eclectic folk/rock duo. Their music is difficult to describe as are Keith Grimwood and Ezra Idlet whose hair has gone white over their 40 year collaboration. They do a lot of kids songs, but their repertoire' of adult songs, both original and familiar standards makes them fun at any age. Check out their website at:
This is the kind of stuff you want rattling the speakers in your doors when you pull up to a stoplight, if only to make people question your sanity in the next car over. And who cares what they think anyway.
We were introduced to Connie Dover's music back during my wife's Irish phase where she dug deeply into Irish music and Irish history. Her family, the Keens have a deep Irish past going back to the Kings of Tara. Connie does a lot of Irish music and cowboy music. The two types of music are deeply kin with a lot of Irish ballads being morphed into cowboy songs by the thousands of Irish cowboys that helped settle the west.
I heard Connie do this song at the North Texas Irish Festival. The longing for some kind of sense of home in this song is very similar to the longing in songs like "The Leaving of Liverpool". Sailors and Cowboys have a lot in common, they just sail over different seas.
Connie does some lovely music. During the summers she works with her husband on cattle drives for tourists. Connie manages the chuck wagon, cooks and sings cowboy music over the campfire. I really love her music.
If you believe the potheads, the Peter, Paul & Mary song "Puff the Magic Dragon" is about marijuana. Don't you believe it. The song is about a child and the loss of innocence. That's according to Peter Yarrow, the author his ownself. I got to meet Peter at a concert in Ft. Worth. He was there early and shook hands with fans as we were coming in. My kids got to meet him. He's a sweet guy, despite being a liberal. I respect his beliefs and his music very much. We all want the same things anyway and it's a free country after all.
We saw Cathy Ryan and Cherish the Ladies more than a decade ago at the Southwest Irish Festival in Dallas. I even got to perform there once. I think they were desperate. This song is a fun little number that my daughter Meghan learned by heart. We'd sometimes break out in this song while we were riding in the car somewhere. I'd join her on the chorus. My little girl will never know how much those little moment meant to the old man.
I've always thought that life should be like a musical and we should just randomly break out in song at the slightest provocation. I suspect that's what heaven will be like.
This is one of the first songs I learned to finger-pick on my guitar when I was learning. I once heard a recording of Elizabeth Cotten singing this song. This version for clawhammer is different from the one Elizabeth sang with her big dreadnaught guitar or the one I play on my classical guitar.
I love folk music because it's so open to individual interpretation.
Here is the original version as played in her unique style by Elizabeth Cotten playing a left-handed dreadnaught.
Here's a link to the Smithsonian Folkways biography of Elizabeth.
Sheila, the boys and I once spent a Sunday at the Kerrville Folk Festival in Texas. One of the performers was a perky little woman named Christine Lavin. While she's aged some since we saw her live, she's still funny and odd even with white hair. One of my favorite of her songs is a tribute to men without hair and as a man who is losing his hair with startling rapidity, I find myself quite fond of this song. She also did a version some years ago with five other women who called themselves "Six Bitchin' Babes", a nom de plume somewhat at odds with their collective feminism.
Great song, though. Christine can be forgiven for her politics if she keeps writing funny songs.
This old folk song shows up a lot in the folk singer community, especially among Irish folk singers. But sometimes pop singers pull up an old folk tune and red-headed comedian Danny Kaye used to sing songs like Molly Malone in his movies and radio appearances. He had that lovely Irish tenor voice that set these songs perfectly.
I especially like poignant sweet melodies like this one. I think it probably inspired The Beatles song, Obla Di, Obla Da which also features a barrow wheeling daughter of fish-mongers. Danny Kaye movies are some of my favorites, but I love listening to him sing too. There's another Danny Kaye melody by his wife Sylvia Fine called Darlin Meggie. I had to go to the Library of Congress to get that video. Enjoy these two beautiful songs.
My son, Micah introduced me to this Nickel Creek song. The lyrics are beautiful and this song always makes me mist up a little bit. I'm not sure even now, as many times as I've listened to it, that I could sing it all the way through without getting all choked up. The Hand Song is one of those poignant folk songs that is beyond the typical murder ballad, folk hero song or the "I love her so much I want to lock her up inside a box and not let her out" sort of twisted love songs you find in mountain music. This song is lyrical and beautiful.
I first heard this song back in college on a recording by folksingers
Ian & Sylvia. The song was in French; an old voyageur song that used
to be sung by early French traders in America and Canada. I'd been
looking for a song to sing on long canoe trips. I wasn't able to
memorize all of it, but I got enough of it to help me keep up my
paddling rhythm on summer canoe trips with my canoe classes. It's a fun
song with a driving rhythm and really odd words. But then folk songs are
not noted for their Shakespearean intricacies. Here's Miss Lizzy's version followed by the lyrics in
both English and French.
Chorus: Here's the good wind, here's the pretty wind, Here's the good wind! My friend is calling me. Here's the good wind, here's the pretty wind, Here's the good wind! My friend is waiting for me.
Behind our place there is a pond. Behind our place there is a pond. Three fine ducks are bathing there.
Chorus:
The king's son goes hunting there, The king's son goes hunting there With his big silver gun. Chorus: Aimed at the black one, killed the white, Aimed at the black one, killed the white, And all its feathers went with the wind.
Chorus: There are three ladies picking them up. There are three ladies picking them up. And we will make a camp bed. Chorus:
The two of us will sleep in it, The two of us will sleep in it, To have some little children there. Chorus:
I need to learn the last two verses yet. I really like Lizzy's gentle version of the song. It's on my phone now so I should be able to practice it a little.
This song always makes me tear up. I've tried singing it and it always gives me trouble. This beautiful song is here delivered by two of Ireland's finest singers from two of Ireland's finest musical families. The Dutchman was written by Michael Peter Smith, who was a nice discovery through this song. You may not know Michael but you may have heard some of his songs. Look him up. He's really good. Get yourself a hankie first.
I love this song. It's one of my favorite Irish folk songs and best of all it's sung by two members of my favorite Irish music families - the Makems and the Clancys. I've actually seen both these guys and their dads performing at the North Texas Irish Festival. First I got to see the Clancy Brothers, then Tommy Makem performing solo. Then I got to see Tommy Makem and Liam Clancy performing together. After them, I got to see the younger Clancys performing together and the Makem Brothers performing as a group.
Since we've lost Tommy Makem and all the the elder Clancy Brothers, Tom, Liam and Paddy, it's nice to know their voices live on in their sons. I could listen to those guys all day, especially singing those ballads like "The Leavin' of Liverpool" and "The Parting Glass".
For this post I've included Rory Makem and Donal Clancy singing "The Leavin' of Liverpool" and The original Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem singing "The Parting Glass". I am so happy the sons have carried on their fathers' musical tradition. Maybe if I can find an Irish festival up here in Washington State, maybe I can see the tradition live on.
Here's Rory and Donal:
And here's Tommy Makem, Liam, Tom and Paddy Clancy
Love these lovely Irish voices. What I would give to jam with them.
This morning we get a cornucopia of folk music goodness. This is a rare little medley/sing off by three folk powerhouses of the sixties. It starts out with the Peter, Paul & Mary, followed by the odd British minstrel, Donovan Leitch, capped by the inimitable Smothers Brothers. I stole songs from all these people when I did campfires at Lone Star Camp. I swiped some of these very songs, especially the Smothers Brothers blackouts.
So here for a quick blast from my hippie past are PP&M, Smothers Brothers and Donovan:
Well that was fun! Now I want to sit down and listen to my old folk music that I've collected over the years.
This poignant song foreshadowed the end of John Denver's marriage. The song is one of his better songs lyrically and the tune supports the words perfectly. Denver's tragic death in a plane crash shocked his fans, but as any artist hopes to, John left behind a brilliant body of work.
This song is a nice one to put on your playlist on a cold winter evening. You can almost feel the warm Shanghai breezes wafting through your living room.
Born Henry John Deutchendorf, John was the son of a U.S. Air Force
officer. At age eleven, his grandmother gave him her guitar. He took
guitar lessons and joined a boys’ choir. At age
twenty he changed his name to John Denver and began to pursue a career
in music. Peter, Paul & Mary picked up and made a hit with his song
"Leaving on a Jet Plane". The success of that song led to John catching a
spot in the Chad Mitchell Trio. When they disbanded Denver took off on
his own and he managed to catch the social, charitable and environmental
sentiments of the 70s and 80s.
Here's a live version of Shanghai Breezes from John's later career:
Eric Bogle is a Scotsman who decided to continue his folk-singing career in Australia after he struggled in the British folk scene for a while. He assimilated into Aussie and writes a lot of songs about his adopted country, its history and people. One of the most poignant is this song about soldiers returning from Australia's WWI experience in Turkey at the vicious battle of Gallipoli. Bogle weaves the old Aussie tramp song "Waltzing Matilda" into this
story about the tragedy of returning veterans of the carnage at
Gallipoli. I first heard this song sung by Peter Paul and Mary. Then I
head it by the author of the song. Here's the original version by Bogle.
He wrote another song about the Australian WWI experience in Turkey called "It's As If He Knows." It's about the fate of some 136,000 cavalry and supply horses the Australian Army took to Gallipoli. It was heart-breaking and I can't listen to the song anymore. It's too disturbing. I have a very soft spot for horses. Bogle will break your heart.