It was less than a year ago that we gathered at Riverside Church to celebrate the life of the great Odetta. Last night we were back there again, this time to remember Mary Travers, who lost her long, brave battle with leukemia on September 16.

The program reflected the many facets of Mary’s life – not just musicians, but journalists, entertainers, clergy, politicians, and activists. After a video montage and welcome from the pastor of Riverside Church, her surviving bandmates, Peter Yarrow and Noel Paul Stookey, took the stage.

Photos by Galen M. Mook

They are vibrant performers, but it was   strange to see the two of them without the strong blonde presence in the middle. They asked the audience to fill that void by singing Mary’s part of “Leaving on a Jet Plane,” while they did their harmonies. That was just the first of many moving moments.

Other musicians included Pete Seeger & Tao Rodriguez Seeger, performing  “Pastures of Plenty” and “This Little Light of Mine,”   Tom Paxton with “The Last Thing on My Mind,” and Judy Collins with her usual amazing grace leading the audience in singing that timeless hymn.

Bill Moyers mentioned that Mary, the daughter of journalists, went “where journalists cannot go” and believed that “those of us who live in a democracy have a responsibility for those whose voices are still.” Whoopi Goldberg said she couldn’t compete with Moyers: “I’m not deep, I’m about Puff the Magic Dragon.” Jerry Stiller read an essay Mary wrote about being in China, and Anne Meara read Mary’s favorite poem, “The Conscientious Objector,” by Edna St. Vincent Millay, which happens to be about death.

George McGovern

Mary’s commitment to progressive politics  was represented by former Senators George McGovern (who earned the first of the evening’s standing ovations) and Max Cleland (who recalled Mary’s love of cooking with Vidalia onions) and Senator John Kerry, who remarked that the gathering looked like a class reunion of the Nixon enemies list.  One of many to comment on Mary’s trademark blonde hair, Kerry observed, “If she did nothing else, she single-handedly put an end to the 50s beehive…but a lot more was changing than hairstyles.”

Peter Yarrow made sure there was a conscious flow to the program, following a video of Arlo Guthrie talking about the grape boycott of the 60s with farm workers organizer Dolores Huerta; following remarks by David Saperstein (one of three rabbis who talked about Mary’s passion for learning and social justice) with a performance by Theodore Bikel, still a robust baritone in his 80s; following a recorded reminiscence  by Harry Belafonte with a stirring medley of freedom songs by Rutha Harris.

It was a long evening, almost four hours altogether, but filled with humor, poignancy, and a call to commit ourselves to the values Mary stood for. Nearing the end, the string quartet Ethel played Samuel Barber’s “Adagio for Strings” (Mary’s one request), her husband  Ethan Robbins thanked all the doctors for their care and all the friends and fans for their support, Peter and Noel returned to sing the obligatory “Blowing in the Wind,” and then invited all the performers to sing along on “This Land is Your Land.”

And then the evening concluded with the New York Choral Society performing the last movement of Handel’s “Judas Maccabaeus,” which proclaims over and over, “Alleluia!” Which pretty much summed up how everyone felt.

Jim Brown, who directed the award-winning documentary, “The Power of Song,” about Pete Seeger, was filming the proceedings, hopefully for airing on PBS. Peter and Noel will also be performing a tribute to Mary at the Theater at Westbury on L.I. on Dec. 4. If you’d like to see more of Galen Mook’s photos from the evening, go here: http://www.mook.be/travers/

The rest is in the music.

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I’m just back from Memphis, the home of the blues, the birthplace of rock & roll, and the capitol of high cholesterol food. The ostensible reason for my trip was the 20th annual International Folk Alliance conference, but I made time to partake of some of the River City’s prime pleasures.

I didn’t visit Graceland this time (been there, done that 20 years ago, and I found it underwhelming), but I did take the Sun Studios tour. It’s a bit packaged, but it’s well done, and pretty cool to stand on the same linoleum floor with the same acoustical tiles on the wall and the same microphone that Elvis and Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee Lewis sang into.

The Stax Museum of American Soul Music is a lot more comprehensive, covering not only the great Memphis artists like Rufus Thomas, Sam & Dave, Booker T. & the MGs, and Otis Redding, but the Motown and Chicago scenes as well. They’ve got one of Isaac Hayes’ outrageous stage costumes and his custom Cadillac, and since December was the 40th anniversary of Otis Redding’s death, a special exhibit of his memorabilia. Picking up a copy of “Otis Live in Europe” was good enough for me. For a more detailed description of the museum, check out Chuck Singleton’s great posting elsewhere on the blog. Meanwhile, here’s a shot of me (on the left) with Long Island music promoter Michael Kornfeld in front of the museum:

The real museum highlight, however, was the National Civil Rights Museum, which you can reach on one of the funky old trolleys that run up and down Main St. It’s located at the Lorraine Motel, where Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated, 40 years ago this April. You start in a building adjacent to the motel and take in the history of the civil rights movement in the U.S. from the late 1700s. As you work your way to the 1950s and 60s, there’s an increasing amount of detail. Soon you find yourself seeing a burned out bus from a Freedom Ride, a recreated lunch counter with statues of protesters sitting in, and a facade of Central H.S. in Little Rock with television footage of protesting parents, Gov. Faubus, and Pres. Eisenhower. Then it culminates on the third floor of the motel, where you see the rooms Dr. King stayed in and look out onto the fateful balcony. As if that wasn’t powerful enough, as we emerged from the museum, there was a high school class sitting on the pavement looking at the balcony while their teacher read an eyewitness account of Dr. King’s shooting. It’s something that will stick with me for a long, long time.

As for that famous Memphis food, there were ribs at the Rendezvous, fried chicken at Gus’, and chicken pot pie at the Little Tea Shop, a great joint that’s open only Mon.-Fri. for lunch and which is going to be featured soon on the Food Channel. With all that great grease, how do folks in Memphis avoid heart attacks at age 40?

And the music? I felt like a biscuit drowning in gravy. With everything happening at the conference, I didn’t have time to get to the Beale St. clubs. Over four nights I figure I saw 75-80 artists in showcases in rooms large and small at the Marriott. My friend Maggi from the Madison Square Park Conservancy and I held a “study group” the first day to plot out the artists we had to see and the artists we hoped to see if we had time. They start in the afternoon and run until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, so after a while you begin to feel like the Energizer bunny.

Sometimes there are 3 or 4 artists singing in the round, which is an efficient use of your time. The opening song swap with Jimmy LaFave, Tom Russell, Jeff Black, and Dave Crossland set the gold standard for others to follow. Some old favorites like Cliff Eberhardt, Vance Gilbert, Sara Hickman, The Kennedys, and Eliza Gilkyson were in fine form and made you appreciate their well-honed professionalism. Some of my favorite emerging artists, like Twilight Hotel, Sally Spring, Anthony DaCosta, Ellis, Jud Caswell, Eilen Jewell, Joe Crookston, and Joe Jencks, did themselves proud. And a few of new artists who made a good first impression included Natalia Zukerman from NYC, Emily Elbert and Chris O’Brian from Boston, Andrew McKnight from VA, and Raising Jane, an all-female group from CA.

But the real surprise of the conference might have been Chad & Jeremy. Yep, THAT Chad & Jeremy from the British invasion of the 60s. They look and sound great, while they tell entertaining stories. And who can resist singing along to “A Summer Song” with two dozen people in a hotel room?

One final highlight to mention is Eliza Gilkyson’s impassioned keynote address. Placing herself in the bard tradition (and augmenting her speech with a couple of songs), she called on performers to be “the eyes and ears of the street.” If we want to make change in society, we’ve got to be willing to make change in our own lives – to confront the stories, be they personal or political, that define our times and through song reveal the truth about the topics and issues that scare us. Even for us non-performers it was totally inspiring, and it made me appreciate the very real community that we’re privileged to be part of.

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I’m sure we were all shaken by the devastation of the fires in So. California.  It hit closer to me than I expected.  I was working at my computer last Tuesday when I heard an actuality on the NPR news from a San Diego TV reporter describing his burning house.  When I heard his name, Larry Himmel, I realized that it was one of my closest friends (and best man at my wedding), and I got chills.  You might have heard that, too, or seen it on the network news – it got picked up a lot.  Here’s clip from YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKGF2bbxQ6E
I was able to reach him by cell phone later in the day, and he told me that he and his wife and his 14 year old son were doing OK. They were able to grab some photographs before they got out of their house (he said he regretted not getting some videos of his son as a toddler), and they have a place to stay.  He’s beloved by San Diegans, so they’ll manage, but the thought of watching your house burn down and losing everything is just unimaginable.

I put together a mix CD for them over the weekend (with songs like “Fragile,” “Turn, Turn, Turn,” and “Carry On”) to help them through the tough times ahead.  One of the songs I happened across last week was spookily appropriate – “City on Fire” by Ellis (Minneapolis-based singer-songwriter, who was one of the winners of the 2006 Emerging Artists showcase) from her forthcoming CD, “Break the Spell.” Another song that resonated for me was “Life Goes On” from Marc Cohn’s beautiful new CD, “Join the Parade.”  Once again, as it was after 9/11 and Katrina, music can be a healing force.  Thank God we have it!

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It felt more like autumn than August at Planting Fields Arboretum in Oyster Bay, L.I. last Saturday night , but Linda Ronstadt warmed the cockles of our hearts with her sold-out concert.

Jimmy Webb, who now lives in nearby Bayville, opened with a solo 60-minute set. He’s a bit vocally challenged, but he’s arguably one of the great songwriters of all time (and a fine pianist), and he delivers his songs with great feeling.

As I found out when I had him on my show recently, he’s also a captivating storyteller. In the course of his set, he shared tales of Richard Harris, Harry Nilsson, and Linda Ronstadt, who’s one of his old friends. She also produced his great 1993 CD, “Suspending Disbelief,” and he dedicated “What Does A Woman See in a Man” from that to her. He performed a couple of songs she’s covered, including the gorgeous “Adios” and “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress” (which he confessed to me may be his favorite song). Otherwise, it was about 50-50 between the hits and lesser known tunes. A few folks were disappointed that he didn’t include “Wichita Lineman” or “MacArthur Park”, but he did surprise us by closing with “Up, Up and Away” (with help from the audience on the refrain).

Linda Ronstadt was in fine voice and a relaxed, expansive mood onstage. (Much more so than when she appeared at Westbury several years ago.) After her first first number, “What’s New,” she chatted about sharing the stage with Jimmy and first encountering him in the 60s. She recapped the different phases of her long career and said she’d devote the first part of the concert to selections from the popular standards of the first half of the 20th century she recorded with Nelson Riddle, then get into some of her pop hits.

As a bridge between the two sections, she brought Jimmy back onstage, saying she felt he was one songwriter of the late 20th century whose songs measured up to the Gershwins, Cole Porter, etc. With Jimmy on piano, they did a duet on his beautiful, but somewhat obscure tune, “Is There Love After You?”

Then, backed by her first-rate 6-piece band (with two backup singers), she cherrypicked her way through her catalogue, sticking generally to mellow stuff like “Ooh Baby Baby” and “Blue Bayou.”  One welcome exception was a kick-ass version “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me.”

When she came out for her encore, she invited Phoebe Snow onstage, and they brought down the house with a duet of the bluesy Doc Pomus tune, “World I Never Made,” which has been recorded by Johnny Adams, B.B. King, and Dr. John, among others.  (Phoebe later told me that she’d just gone out to Oyster Bay to hang out with Linda, who’s a very close, longtime friend, and that Linda made the last-minute suggestion they perform something together.  Good move, Linda!)  Linda’s final number was stirring version of “Desperado.”

Although she continues to battle her weight (destined to be the baby boomers’ Rosemary Clooney?), she’s still a great singer, who knows when to hold back and when to belt.  And who’s confident that her fans will follow her musical and verbal ramblings.   After all these years, she’s still one of our musical treasures.

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Truth be told, as much as I love going to the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival every year, it seemed like deja vu all over again when I saw this year’s lineup…Dar Williams, John Gorka, Richard Shindell, Lucy Kaplansky, Tracy Grammer – all great artists, but kind of the usual suspects. I needn’t have worried. The way the artists mix and match – like Lucy singing harmony with Gorka or vice-versa – brings out the best in them.

The Friday afternoon emerging artists showcase is my R&D for the Sunday Breakfast. Three dozen artists (selected from 400+ applicants) each get to do two songs on the mainstage. The audience votes on their favorites, and the top three come back the following year for a Most Wanted song swap on the main stage. The consensus this year was that Anthony DaCosta, a 16 year old phenom from Westchester, was a lock for Most Wanted. A couple of Joes – Joe Crookston from Ithaca and Joe Jencks from Cincinnati – also came across well, as did Randall Williams from Texas, Zoe Mulford from the UK, and Beaucoup Blue, a father-son blues duo from Phila.

Last year’s winners – Red Molly, NY’s favorite female trio; Pat Wictor, Zen bluesman extraordinaire from Brooklyn; and Ellis, a lovely singer-songwriter from Minneapolis – did their set on Sat. afternoon, and they nailed it! Other local faves, Gandalf Murphy and the Slambovian Circus of Dreams, are awesome crowd pleasers. They did a set in the dance tent on Friday night which proved they’ve got a future as a psychedelic bar mitzvah band anytime they want it. Then they triumphed again on tha main stage on Sat. afternoon. They brought up Dar Williams, their neighbor in Beacon, to sing “Sullivan St.”, then John Gorka, Dar, and Gandalf all joined in on “Peace Train.” While they were singing, three folks dressed as white doves on stilts made their way through the audience – a totally unchoreographed, but chilling moment.

Friday night as I headed to the ever-popular WFUV booth for a meet & greet stint, who should I see sitting in the booth…not Janeen or Linda or any of our volunteers, but Richard Shindell and Lucy Kaplansky eating their dinner! We hope you don’t mind, they said, we were just looking for a quiet place to hang out. Hey, if anyone’s a part of the FUV family, it’s Richard and Lucy! Later, they were part of the traditional Friday night song swap with Mary Gauthier and Marshall Crenshaw. Just as they were about to start, the traditional Falcon Ridge downpour occurred. That wasn’t enough to stop the performance, but a huge bolt of lightning right nearby, just as the normally fearless Mary Gauthier launched into “I Drink,” was. After it was deemed safe to continue, Mary picked up at the exact spot where she’d left off in “I Drink.”

The Kennedys were omnipresent, as always. But this year they were performing as The Strangelings, which included Pete and Maura, Chris Thompson, Rebecca Hall, and Ken Anderson. Their repertoire included originals, as well as classic covers like “Season of the Witch” (the title of their brand new CD), “White Bird,” and “Matty Groves.” They were standouts on the main stage, on the workshop stage, and, my personal favorite, the Sunday morning Gospel Wake Up Call.

The Iron Man Award goes to Jimmy LaFave, who perfomed on the main stage on Friday night, scooted down to NYC to headline the Ribbon of Highway tribute to Woody Guthrie on Governors Island on Sat. afternoon, came back up to play at the Guthrie Center in Stockbridge, MA on Sat. night, then finally played on the workshop stage on Sun. afternoon!

Speaking of the Guthrie Center, my wife and I made a side trip there on Sat. morning. It’s the old Alice’s Restaurant, a deconsecrated church, which Arlo bought. Now it’s a conference center, soup kitchen, performance space, and informal Guthrie family museum. Very friendly, very cool!

That was a good prelude for Arlo’s set on Sun. afternoon, closing the festival. He was accompanied only by his son Abe, but he was in fine form, as always.

It turned out to be another memorable weekend after all. Thanks to everyone who stopped by the ‘FUV booth to say hello. See you again next year!

– John Platt

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Could we have had more fun on the FUV Boat? I don’t think so! Friday was a great night to be on the water – perfect weather, awesome music, and the WFUV community in all its splendor! The consensus seemed to be that even more people were dancing than last year (too modest to suggest that the first DJ to spin, that Sunday morning dude, had anything to do with that), but no question there was something for everyone.

Went looking for Claudia when “In These Shoes” started, since I always think of her with that song, but couldn’t find her. Then Russ let loose with “Goody Two Shoes” (do I have a shoe fetish?) and I did my best to keep up with Mrs. P. on the dance floor. Fave moment, though, was seeing how much fun our winning guest DJ, Diane Beck, had while her set played.

Bang a gong and get it on, Diane!

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Tara posted a piece about the movie “Once,” which shows that Glen Hansard of the Frames can act as well as sing. The music world is littered with laughable record releases by actors (maybe most infamously, William Shatner’s covers of Bob Dylan), but new CDs by Minnie Driver and Mare Winningham are the exceptions to the rule.

Minnie first got notice in the 1995 movie “Circle of Friends,” but she already had a musical career prior to that, and actually turned down a development deal from Island Records at the time. Her 2004 debut album, “Everything I’ve Got in My Pocket,” showed a lot of promise. The new one, “Seastories,” builds on that. Some of the songs are pop-ish, kind of a cross between Aimee Mann and Brandi Carlile. My faves are a bit darker, like “Cold Dark River” and “Lakewater Hair,” with echoes of early 70’s Joni.

Minnie told “Performing Songwriter” that she recognizes the bad track record of actors trying to cross over to success as singers. “I can barely think of any who are good at it. They’ve set the bar very low. So I understand those who were unwilling to take me seriously as an artist.” Well, let’s not underestimate her.

Mare Winningham is also the real deal – as an actor, as a singer-singwriter, and as a human being. Most of us first encountered her in “St. Elmo’s Fire,” which forever branded her as a “brat packer,” but as she told me on the “Sunday Breakfast,” she was 5-6 years older than the rest of the cast and never identified with that. She’s gotten a slew of awards and nominations since then (most notably as Jennifer Jason Leigh’s sister in the haunting film “Georgia,” for which they did their own singing) and recently was a recurring guest star on “Grey’s Anatomy” (as Meredith’s stepmother).

She’s been in New York for the past few months as one of the leads in “10 Million Miles,” the musical based on Patty Griffin’s songs at the Atlantic Theatre Company in Chelsea. The show itself got some mixed reviews (mostly for its book), but everyone raved about Mare’s performance, which saw her portraying all the secondary female roles. She’s got a beautiful voice, which she adapts to the different characters. The musical closes on July 15 and isn’t likely to transfer to Broadway (unlike “Spring Awakening,” which also originated at the Atlantic, with the same director, Michael Mayer), so try to catch it before the end of its run.

I first became aware of Mare as a singer-songwriter about 8 years ago when she released “Lonesomers,” an alt-country album in the vein of early Lucinda. She’s got a brand new CD, “Refuge Rock Sublime,” which has more of an Americana feel. It’s really kind of a Jewish gospel album, reflecting her conversion to Judaism 5 years ago, but that shouldn’t put you off. Her songs are like her acting – authentic and unadorned – and her voice draws you in. I asked her on my show if, all things being equal, she’d rather make her living as an actor or a singer. She’s never had to support her family with her music, so that’s always seemed romantic. I trust she’ll be able to do both – and won’t keep us waiting another 8 years for her next CD.

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Ollabelle first came together as a group through Sunday night jams at the Lower East Side club 9C, now known as Banjo Jim’s. Last night 4/5’s of Ollabelle was back there for a tribute to John Prine, curated by Tony Leone, the drummer of the band. In addition to Tony, Byron Isaacs, the bass player, and Glen Patscha, the keyboard player, formed the rhythm section of the house band for the evening. Fiona McBain was also there, only Amy Helm (who was reportedly in Woodstock helping dad Levon with his new CD) was missing.

The proceedings got off to a “pretty good” start, with Tony singing that Prine song. Fiona did a sweet version of “Hello in There,” and Byron tackled a more obscure tune, “Far from Me.” Some of the guest artists included members of the Brooklyn roots band Yarn doing “Illegal Smile” and a couple of the Demolition String Band doing “Flag Decal” and “In Spite of Ourselves.” (Didn’t realize Elana Skye was originally from Chicago, where she quite rightly says John Prine is a hero!)

Also dug hearing old pal Heather Eatman do “That’s the Way the the World Goes Round.” She’s got the distinction of once being on John’s Old Boy Records label, and she told a funny story of a fan requesting that “happy enchilada” song…meaning in reality “half a drink of water” from “That’s the Way…” Surprise highlight for me was the version of “Sweet Revenge” by a guy I didn’t recognize, Chris Berson (?).

It being a “school night” and all with a busy Friday on tap for me, I didn’t hang around for the second set, so I missed Glenn doing “Sam Stone,” Laura Cantrell doing “Unwed Fathers with Larry Campbell, and the whole gang doing “Angel from Montgomery” and “Paradise.”

I knew John Prine back in the day in Chicago when he was just giving up his gig as a mailman in Maywood, IL and releasing that unforgettable first CD. He and Steve Goodman always had a mutual admiration society…Steve admired John’s songwriting genius, and John admire Steve’s overall musicianship. They made a great team. John’s great gift is writing songs that are deceptively simple, but they really stand the test of time, so it was great to hear them in the hands of some of NY’s finest. And considering how packed Banjo Jim’s was with fans, it would be cool if they did it again – or, as the owner suggested, maybe do a Steve Goodman night next.
Thanks to Tony Leone for pulling it together and to Rich Rothenberg for hipping me to it (and the complete song list).

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I’ve thought of Phil Roy as a friend since he became an ‘FUV fave back in 2000. But I didn’t realize that he’s not just a world-class songwriter, he’s a gourmet chef…until my sister sent me an article from the Philadelphia Inquirer about his “I’m Not Leaving the House Tour.” He’s created this evening where a bunch of folks come to his place for dinner, followed by a private concert. What a concept!

The last time he was at the station to be on my Sunday Breakfast show, I told him I’d love to come to one, perhaps with my siblings, who all live in the Philadelphia area. He said, what a great idea, let’s work out a date – which is how a host of family and friends descended on Phil’s apartment in Center City for “Plattfest with Phil.”

The evening began on the deck off his second floor kitchen, with a beautiful skyline view. While Phil’s beloved dog Travis kept an eye out for dropped morsels, we gobbled up house-cured salmon on crostini, fresh pearl mozzarella with cilantro aioli on crostini, guacamole with chips, and papaya and brie quesadilla with pica de gallo, washed down by beer and wine. Not bad for starters! If I were a restaurant critic, I was already awarding him 4 stars. But since I could see chicken and shrimp barbecuing, I knew I’d better pace myself.

A few raindrops started falling, and within a few minutes the skies opened up. Fortunately, Phil had set up a circle of chairs and sofas in his living room. He told us we were being treated to the last such affair at his place, since in the future he’ll only do them at The Restaurant School in Philly, which is less of a strain on him and his tiny kitchen.

Out came grilled shrimp with garlic and oregano, ginger-soy marinaded chicken, espresso-rubbed flank steak, asparagus in olive oil and lemon, butter leaf, arugula and fennel salad with papaya seed vinagarette, and coconut jasmine rice with toasted sesame seeds. Bon appetit! Phil said that he’d always been interested in cooking and could have just as easily pursued that as a career as music.

After a short break, Phil sat down with his guitar and a small amp and treated us to an hour-long performance, drawing on songs from “Grouchfriendly,” “Issues + Options,” and the upcoming “The Great Longing,” finally due later this year from Universal Music. (Fans can purchase advance copies through his website, www.philroy.com.) Phil’s always worn his heart on his sleeve, and hearing him in such an intimate space was truly special.

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If you’re a Steve Goodman fan, you might want to check out “Steve Goodman: Facing the Music,” a new biography by Clay Eals, published by ECW Press. Eals is a Seattle based writer who labored over 8 years to produce this 800 page tome.

It’s a big book (about the size of a Manhattan phone book) about a little guy. As my wife said, “He was a great musician, but he wasn’t Abraham Lincoln!” But it was clearly a labor of love for Eals, who interviewed over 1,000 people for the book, including Arlo Guthrie, Steve Martin, John Prine, Emmylou Harris, Bonnie Raitt, and Hillary Rodham Clinton, who, it turns out, was a high school classmate of Steve’s (who knew?), though not including Steve’s widow Nancy. He even interviewed Vin Scelsa and me. There’s a classic photo of Vin with Steve and David Amram from 1978, and as part of a bonus CD of tribute songs that comes with the book, there’s a six minute excerpt of an interview I did with Steve back in 1975 in Chicago.

It’ll probably tell you more than you ever need to know about “City of New Orleans,” the classic song he told me took about 35 minutes to write. But the subtext for Eals is that Steve quietly battled leukemia for 15 years before his death in 1984, while being an indefatigable entertainer. Steve shamelessly loved music and people and life, and I’m happy to say that comes through. It may take me 15 years to finish the book, but I’m glad to know someone took the time to capture his spirit.

John Platt

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