Third time's the charm, I hope. Episodes of my old show the Bang and Jangle Radio Hour have been intermittently available in the past, but twice now the player and/or the hosting site has crashed, killing all the links. While you can't stream or download episodes directly from the blog anymore, my slightly inelegant but hopefully more permanent solution is to share links to my Google Drive account. From there you can download mp3 versions of the show for your listening pleasure.
I've somehow managed to digitally misplace a few episodes, but you
can find all extant material by clicking on the label "radio hour" at the bottom of this post, and
browsing the selection. In the process of uploading episodes I relistened to a few, and I think the show's holding up well. At least by the third season, it's a pretty smooth ride. The first season might be a bit lumpy, but if you go back that far you'll still be treated to some great tunes and a host who mostly has his act together.
Musically, the Bang and Jangle Radio Hour covered a lot of ground, and I hope you can hear the curiosity and the research that went into it. Someday I may even generate new content, but for now, consider this a Greatest Hits sort of thing...
Monday, 1 September 2014
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
"End Times Are Here Again" - Article in Punchnel's
I have it on good authority that the world should have ended December 21, 2012, but by early January most of us forgot about it and moved on. Not me, dammit – I wrote a retrospective about that weird moment in history, and you can read it in Punchnel's magazine. The 2012 meme may have gone out with a whimper, but I hope you find it fascinating to look back now we're just past the one-year anniversary.
I wrote this in a creative non-fiction class led by Wayne Grady, so many thanks to Wayne and to my peers for their help with this one!
Check it out here:
http://www.punchnels.com/first-person/end-times-are-here-again/
I wrote this in a creative non-fiction class led by Wayne Grady, so many thanks to Wayne and to my peers for their help with this one!
Check it out here:
http://www.punchnels.com/first-person/end-times-are-here-again/
Sunday, 17 November 2013
"Free to a Good Home" - Short Story in Existere Journal of Arts and Literature
I'm happy to announce that my short story "Free to a Good Home" has been published in the latest issue of Existere Journal of Arts and Literature. I know the blog looks a little lonely these days, but while I haven't been posting I've been busily writing my brains out elsewhere and I'm gratified to see that effort pay off.
If you'd like to grab a copy of Existere, there's a list of retailers on the journal's site and an option to order. Although Existere's main page hadn't been updated at the time of this writing, I can assure you the latest issue is available, as you can see on their Facebook page. I can also promise you it's a good deal - I'm proud of my work and there's plenty of other good writing in there besides.
More info here:
http://www.yorku.ca/existere/index.html
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2251721361/
If you'd like to grab a copy of Existere, there's a list of retailers on the journal's site and an option to order. Although Existere's main page hadn't been updated at the time of this writing, I can assure you the latest issue is available, as you can see on their Facebook page. I can also promise you it's a good deal - I'm proud of my work and there's plenty of other good writing in there besides.
More info here:
http://www.yorku.ca/existere/index.html
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2251721361/
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Writing and Playing New Songs in the Old-Time Tradition
(It's been awhile, so I figure I owe you something good. Below you'll find the notes I gave out at my writing workshop at the Peterborough Folk Festival this summer. I took care with these, so I hope you'll find something to enjoy if you're a player, or even just an old-time aficionado.)
On the surface, old-time music is easy. You only need to
know three chords in one or two keys, the solos aren't fancy, and a creaky
singing voice is an asset. Anyone who sits in with an old-time band for the
first time, though, will realize it takes a lot of subtlety to get the right
feel. How do contemporary musicians engage with the music without being
hackneyed? Many of the songs we play were written by people in a different
country and a different era. Clichés abound. How do you keep the music fresh,
without betraying what made the source material so great? Can we write our own
songs in the same spirit?
We wouldn’t be a folk festival if you couldn’t. I’ve put
together some notes on the subject I hope will be useful to old-time
aficionados, but first, let me admit that my definitions are not all that
rigorous. I often lump genres like blues and bluegrass into the same broad
category, in ways that will frustrate a purist. These are differences that are
important to musicologists, and maybe to you, depending on the type of musician
you are. My main interest is putting on a good show and following my muse; my
muse tends to like music from before 1950. I assume you fall somewhere on the
same spectrum, and hopefully players of all stripes will find something of
interest here.
The great thing about giving artistic advice is that you can
find an example to prove any point you want to make. Whatever you set out to
do, somebody, somewhere, has already done it with genius. As such you may find
some of my suggestions contradictory. The only thing I won’t do is give highly
technical advice. There’s a wealth of resources out there on the mechanics of
playing old-time music (check out Happy Traum’s Homespun Tapes, for a start).
If you don’t know the basics of music theory, it’s well worth taking the time
to familiarize yourself. There’s a myth out there that old-time musicians rely
exclusively on their ears, but in practice not knowing theory just means
shifting the burden to other people. Watch the fiddler or the banjo player’s
face darken as you slide that capo around and call a tune in the key of H flat
– you’ll see what I mean.
Notes for
Players
Dress the part. You
don’t have to wear suspenders and a bowler hat to play old-time music. The
perfect pair of slacks will not make you a better banjo player. However, it is
worth asking if there’s continuity between the way you look and the way you
sound. Old-time music is frequently a storytelling medium, and the audience has
to believe that you are invested in the story you are telling. Otherwise, the
lyrics don’t seem to bear on the one who is speaking, and what you’re saying
becomes meaningless. Here’s an example: I went to see a band of young guys
wearing Billabong t-shirts and backwards ballcaps. The lead singer asked, “Do
you guys want to hear some old-time music?” and launched into his song: “I went
down to the river, to wash away my sins...” I had the strong suspicion he
didn’t live near a river, and from the look of him he hadn’t committed any sins
worth washing. I may have misjudged this guy, but it seemed to me his artistic
statement was unreflective. Presentation matters.
Don’t overdo it on
the character, though. I’ve just told you to dress the part, but unless
you’re really a Texan, don’t drawl like one. It’s easier than you’d think to
slip into, and you’ll hear it often. Unlike looking the part, however, this
feeds the meaninglessness. It says you’re doing a cornpone impression rather
than engaging seriously with the material. Trust that high lonesome feeling to
express itself through the song, not yer TV stereotypes.
Slavish devotion to
period details is not enough. You’re wearing a pair of vintage brogans and
a moth-eaten vest. The promotional photos you put on your website are all
sepia-toned. You put out your last album on wax cylinder. Every detail is
correct, yet the music feels inert. The problem is that the people you’re
emulating were alive, but you’ve turned yourself into a museum piece. Roscoe
Holcomb sounds like a buzzsaw because his lungs were scorched by a lifetime
working in the mines. Bukka White sings songs about prison life that you must
never, under any circumstances, attempt to cover, because you didn’t live
through them first. Get the sound and the look you want, but remember the map
is not the territory. You have to find ways to make these songs live for
yourself. Maybe you do it by choosing your repertoire carefully, by finding
ways to empathize with the characters in your song. Maybe you’ve altered the
melody just enough to make it your own. Some songs will buoy you up, and you’ll
have no idea why. Just remember, the spirit is the last word. Without it
everything else comes to nothing.
Play with drive. You
can probably come up with examples that disprove this rule, but I have a
suspicion that really slow, drifty ballads belong more in the sixties folk
tradition than in old-time. Whenever I hear a truly tragic old-time song, I’m
amazed at how much drive it still has. Old-time music usually has no rhythm
section, but that just means string instruments have to supply the forward
thrust. This is a subjective quality and a hard one to explain away, but if you
haven’t consciously listened to how musicians create drive, give it a try.
Listen to the Tommy Jarrell track “As Time Draws Near,” then
play it yourself. If you’re like me, you’ll start off too slow and the song
will bog. Too fast, and the tempo feels unsuited. The secret ingredient is
drive. Jarrell has it, even in the depths of one of the saddest songs I know.
Remember, you’re an
entertainer. An old-time performance has one of two purposes: to engross
people in a story, or to make them dance. When a show doesn’t serve one purpose
or the other, it fails to hold my attention for a full set. This is a common
pitfall in bluegrass: the performance becomes a display of technical
virtuosity, which is perhaps of interest to other players but less so to the
general public. On the other hand, old-time musicians sometimes have a
misguided notion that showpersonship is a form of insincerity, and so they
fumble onstage, apologize, and take forever to tune. The desire to entertain
comes from a sincere place. There is nothing the audience would like more than
to see you relaxed and comfortable. Crack some jokes, play out and communicate
with the people who came to see you.
Old-time music is
weirder than you think. You’re excited to check out the latest old-time
band when they come to town. They’re all gifted players, yet somehow the result
is polite, proficient, and unmoving. Chances are the band has taken too few
risks with the form, and failed to personalize their set. Some instrumental
line-ups are standard for a reason – for instance, the bluegrass combo of stand-up
bass, guitar, banjo, and mandolin brilliantly covers the spectrum. However,
don’t be fooled into thinking that the standard approach is the only authentic
approach. If you dig a little, you’ll find examples of weird and wonderful departures
from the formula. The term fiddlesticks comes from standing beside a fiddler
and tapping out a rhythm on the strings while he or she plays. Check out what
Washington Phillips did on the celestaphone, a zither-type instrument. Listen
to the haunting bell sound in Blind Mamie Forehand’s “Honey in the Rock,” or
the clarinet and slidewhistle accompaniment on Blind Blake’s “Hot Potatoes.”
Try out an odd instrument or take a stylistic departure now and then – chances
are your heroes did at one time or another.
There is a danger, of course, that you’ll push the genre
farther than it will go. Check out the travesty that is the Holy Modal
Rounders’ album Indian War Whoop for
an object lesson. However, you may also find a niche that distinguishes you
from more generic offerings. Listen to how gleefully the Jim Kweskin Jug Band
mixes it up. Or take C.W. Stoneking, a contemporary Australian blues musician
with a turn-of-the-20th-century style so complete it borders on
creepy, yet who acknowledges 50 Cent as one of his influences. See the Canadian
musician Petunia in concert, and watch how he makes a Bill Monroe tune his own.
And don’t miss Sheesham and Lotus at the festival today!
Notes for
Writers
Enduring songs are
universal. The most popular songs in the old-time canon have survived
because they’re sturdy as hell. Whenever they were written, they seem eerily
timeless. “You Are my Sunshine” is my favourite example. Many people haven’t
looked beyond the chorus, but they should. That song is hard as diamond, pared
down to the barest essentials. You’ll find no extraneous details, no slippery
poetic conceits beyond the plaintive central metaphor. Writing with this kind
of directness and sincerity is vastly more difficult than it sounds, and it’s a
lifetime goal for songwriters to strive for. Luckily old-time music provides us
with some of the best examples.
...But great songs
are personal, too. It’s well and good to strive for universality in your
songwriting, but if you miss your mark you’re bound to hit platitudes. A lot of
old-time songs are about heartbreak, but do we really need another heartbreak
song? Not unless something compels you to write, beyond the desire to
participate in a tradition. As I mentioned above, the blues musician Bukka
White recorded some of the most powerful music I know. Listen to his song “When
Can I Change my Clothes?” and marvel at how he’s set his experience to music.
You don’t have to have suffered in a Mississippi work camp before you can write
good songs, but if you’re able to tap a personal experience rather than trading
in ambiguities, chances are your listeners will perk up.
Don’t take this to mean you have to stick to the literal
details of your experience, though. I wrote a song I’m proud of called “Circus
Coming to Town,” about a guy who fantasizes about running away to join the
circus. I’ve never come close to running away with the circus, and the narrator
of the song isn’t quite me. However, I gave the song some weight by connecting
with his dissatisfaction with his humdrum life, a subject I can unfortunately
sometimes relate to. When I sing it, I’m being genuine even though I’m in
character.
Lastly, don’t think that real art must be crushingly serious
in tone. Let your sense of humour find its way into your songs, if it wants to.
Fun and seriousness are not mutually exclusive.
Protest songs are
angry. Folk music has a long history of being involved with protest
movements, but unfortunately I think it’s taken something of a wrong turn. Many
songwriters today seem afraid that an aggressive song will violate the folksy
sense of solidarity their listeners feel, and so they turn in a polite
suggestion that it’s time to change the world. “Golly whiz, wouldn’t it be nice
if Enbridge didn’t build that pipeline?” is a nice sentiment, but it’s no
wonder that protest writing has largely migrated to hip hop, where the message
lands with more force.
Classic protest songs are alive with pathos and rage. Even
funny ones, like Harry McClintock’s “Hallelujah, I’m a Bum,” are seething
underneath (you may not know that song is actually set to the tune of the
Presbyterian hymn “Revive Us Again,” which adds to its vitriolic attack on
hypocrisy). If you’re passionate about a subject, give it full expression.
Don’t write a song the same way you would write a letter to your MP.
On the other hand, don’t hector your audience. It’s hard to
tell people something they don’t already know in three minutes’ worth of
rhyming couplets. Don’t tell me that consumers need to change their spending
habits or the planet will suffer; I know that. What music can do is make me
feel gutsick about it, so your song runs through my head when I try to justify
a new flatscreen TV. A good example is Woody Guthrie’s song, “1913 Massacre”
(Ramblin’ Jack Elliott does a great version, too). He tells a story guaranteed
to fill you with outrage – striking miners and their families are enjoying a
well-earned Christmas celebration, when anti-union thugs shout fire and cause a
stampede. Listen to the way Guthrie sets the scene: “I will take you in a door and up a high stairs/Singing and dancing is
heard everywhere/I will let you shake hands with the people you see/And watch
the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.” Perfect – my response is no
longer purely intellectual. Think of it this way: other mediums are better at
informing people, and you’re usually preaching to the choir anyway. The best
you can do as a songwriter is inspire the people who are doing the heavy
lifting.
Recommendations
Once again, these are
organized more in terms of what’s influenced me personally than strict genre
lines.
Classic
- American Primitive, Vol. 1
- Black Banjo Songsters of North Carolina
- Blind Willie Johnson - The Complete...
- Blind Willie McTell - The Definitive...
- Buell Kazee - Sings and Plays
- Bukka White - The Complete...
- Clarence "Tom" Ashley - Greenback Dollar
- Clawhammer Banjo, Vol. 1-3
- Dock Boggs - Country Blues
- Hard Times Come Again No More, Vol. 2
- Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music
- Hobart Smith - In Sacred Trust and Blue Ridge Legacy
- Joseph Spence - The Complete Folkways Recordings
- Mississippi John Hurt - Avalon Blues: The Complete 1928 Okeh Recordings
- Reverend Gary Davis - The Complete Early Recordings
- Roscoe Holcomb - An Untamed Sense of Control
- Son House - Delta Blues
Contemporary(ish)
- Bill Monroe and Doc Watson - Live Recordings 1963-1980
- CW Stoneking - King Hokum and Jungle Blues
- Dolly Parton - The Grass Is Blue
- Iris Dement - Lifeline
- Jim Kweskin and the Jug Band - S/T
- John Fahey - The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death
- Kossoy Sisters with Erik Darling - Bowling Green
- Leon Redbone - Double Time
- Petunia/Petunia and the Vipers - I Live in the Past and S/T
- Sheesham and Lotus - Everytime! and Five Miles from Town
- Southern Banjo Styles - Mike Seeger
- Steve Earle - Train A-Comin’
Monday, 19 August 2013
Your Host for Peterborough Folk Festival Scavenger Hunt Secret Shows (Presented by Exclaim!)
I'm honoured to announce that I'll be hosting the Scavenger Hunt Secret Shows at the Peterborough Folk Festival this year. Set away from the main stage at top-secret locations around Rotary Park, the list of performers includes Gavin Gardiner from the Wooden Sky, Rae Spoon, Jennifer Castle, The Grey Kingdom, and Dave Tough.
I could tell you exactly where these mercurial musicians will be appearing, but then I'd have to kill you. Decode these devilish clues if you can:
Show #1 - 5:15pm - Just off the beaten path is where our first performer will be, Light will call out darkness in a clearing near a tree.
Show #2 - 6:00pm - Not the Thames of London, but near our dear footbridge. Our Wooden singer isn’t Neil Young, but he’ll be singing On the Beach.
Show #3 - 6:45pm - He may be Tough he may be rough, and a woodsman perhaps he’ll be. Look for our next performer along a unkempt path, next to the Mighty Otonabee.
Show #4 - 7:15pm - Across a wooden bridge, if you hurry you’ll get there soon. For our Prairie Home Companion will leave you howling at the Moon.
Show #5 - 8:00pm - Find a willow on a turtle’s back. That’s where our final singer will be. For kingdoms or castles made of sand must fall in the sea (or the Otonabee), eventually.
If you have the Mensa-level abilities it takes to crack the code, I'll see you there. This is gonna be fun.
Writing and Playing New Songs in the Old-Time Tradition: Peterborough Folk Fest Workshop
On the surface, old-time music is easy. You only need to know three chords in one or two keys, the solos aren't fancy, and a creaky singing voice is an asset. Anyone who sits in with an old-time band for the first time, though, will realize it takes a lot of subtlety to get the right feel. How do contemporary musicians engage with the music without being hackneyed? Many of the songs we play were written by people in a different country and a different era; cliches abound. How do you keep the music fresh, without betraying what made the source material so great? Can we write our own songs in the same spirit?
I've thought a lot about this, and on August 24 at the Peterborough Folk Festival, I'll be hosting a workshop on the subject. I'll bring my own ideas and examples, but I'd like to hear your take, too. Bring an instrument and a song you've written in the old-time tradition, or a classic tune you're working on. We'll be in Nicholl's Oval Park (725 Armour Rd), at the top of the hill. Start time is 2:00 pm.
And oh yeah - there'll also be tons of incredible music all day. The Folk Fest is a great way to cap off the summer, so don't miss it!
Monday, 5 August 2013
Film Review: The Act of Killing
This weekend I saw one of the best movies I will ever see, a documentary entirely specific and unto itself. No other film can borrow its techniques, at least not without wildly different results. Even that is unlikely to happen, because the kind of intelligence and nerves-of-steel resolve it takes to make something like this are rare.
The Act of Killing follows several perpetrators of the 1965 communist purge in Indonesia, a genocide that killed at least half a million people. Far from being held accountable, the killers are still feared and respected in Indonesia today. The state is so supportive of them that when director Joshua Oppenheimer tried to make a documentary about the survivors of the massacre, he was frustrated at every turn. His solution was to approach the killers, who were only too happy to boast about their exploits. Together they made a harrowing film.
Oppenheimer offered to let the killers re-enact their crimes for the camera however they saw fit. Their bizarre interpretations involve 1940s gangster costumes and dance interludes. As compelling as the concept is, it mostly acts as a framing device for the action behind the scenes: executioner Anwar Congo sees nothing wrong in screening a gory murder scene for his grandchildren. An actor playing a communist confesses that his stepfather was murdered. The killers discuss the need for comic relief.
The film is short on historical details, but the decision works in its favour. Its purpose is not to inform you of names and dates but to show you, quite painfully, what living in a distorted reality looks like from the outside. There is an inherent guilt that comes with thinking you are having a profound experience through film, when that film is showing you things more horrifying and violent than you could ever truly guess at. The The Act of Killing reckons with that by showing the executioners not as sadistic visionaries, but stunted adolescents. Their method of dispatching communists was borrowed from The Godfather, their self-image as gangsters borrowed from American cinema. The question of how their glorified interpretation of the past will actually be perceived occurs to them late, and only hazily. What makes this doubly sickening is how easy it becomes to see where one's own reality might be distorted. I thought of recent stories about unchecked surveillance of citizens in Canada and the United States, and could imagine some choice news clips slotting into a wrenching documentary forty years from now.
That's the cynical, despairing side, but there is also a hopeful one. In The Act of Killing you can see Anwar Congo, however dimly, coming to reckon with his crimes through the reenactment. It happens through the images themselves, and simply the process of trying to corral his memories into a final product. It's powerful stuff, and it makes the documentary much more than a commentary on itself. Something about the blend of surrealism, politics, and psychology makes it operate on more levels than I can name or guess at.
I'm intimidated simply writing about it, because anything I say is bound to be reductive. I can only recommend The Act of Killing as one of the most potent and thought-provoking things you're bound to see. When I left the theatre I was stunned into silence, knowing I could probably count on one hand the number of films that had affected me like this. Werner Herzog agrees: "the film is so powerful, so frightening, and so surreal that it will take decades until you see something of that caliber again. It just doesn’t happen very often."
Watch the trailer, then go see the movie:
The Act of Killing follows several perpetrators of the 1965 communist purge in Indonesia, a genocide that killed at least half a million people. Far from being held accountable, the killers are still feared and respected in Indonesia today. The state is so supportive of them that when director Joshua Oppenheimer tried to make a documentary about the survivors of the massacre, he was frustrated at every turn. His solution was to approach the killers, who were only too happy to boast about their exploits. Together they made a harrowing film.
Oppenheimer offered to let the killers re-enact their crimes for the camera however they saw fit. Their bizarre interpretations involve 1940s gangster costumes and dance interludes. As compelling as the concept is, it mostly acts as a framing device for the action behind the scenes: executioner Anwar Congo sees nothing wrong in screening a gory murder scene for his grandchildren. An actor playing a communist confesses that his stepfather was murdered. The killers discuss the need for comic relief.
The film is short on historical details, but the decision works in its favour. Its purpose is not to inform you of names and dates but to show you, quite painfully, what living in a distorted reality looks like from the outside. There is an inherent guilt that comes with thinking you are having a profound experience through film, when that film is showing you things more horrifying and violent than you could ever truly guess at. The The Act of Killing reckons with that by showing the executioners not as sadistic visionaries, but stunted adolescents. Their method of dispatching communists was borrowed from The Godfather, their self-image as gangsters borrowed from American cinema. The question of how their glorified interpretation of the past will actually be perceived occurs to them late, and only hazily. What makes this doubly sickening is how easy it becomes to see where one's own reality might be distorted. I thought of recent stories about unchecked surveillance of citizens in Canada and the United States, and could imagine some choice news clips slotting into a wrenching documentary forty years from now.
That's the cynical, despairing side, but there is also a hopeful one. In The Act of Killing you can see Anwar Congo, however dimly, coming to reckon with his crimes through the reenactment. It happens through the images themselves, and simply the process of trying to corral his memories into a final product. It's powerful stuff, and it makes the documentary much more than a commentary on itself. Something about the blend of surrealism, politics, and psychology makes it operate on more levels than I can name or guess at.
I'm intimidated simply writing about it, because anything I say is bound to be reductive. I can only recommend The Act of Killing as one of the most potent and thought-provoking things you're bound to see. When I left the theatre I was stunned into silence, knowing I could probably count on one hand the number of films that had affected me like this. Werner Herzog agrees: "the film is so powerful, so frightening, and so surreal that it will take decades until you see something of that caliber again. It just doesn’t happen very often."
Watch the trailer, then go see the movie:
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