Thursday, March 28, 2013

New Review of My CD - Old Jalopy

Jim Heald "Old Jalopy" Own label; 2012 [actually 2007, but who's counting] 
This singer-songwriter lives just a few miles south of me in Alexandria, Virginia and learned guitar years ago in Chicago, where I have also lived. I have not seen his live show, but hope to soon as he does a fine job with these original folk songs. read more

Monday, March 25, 2013

New Music from the Elusive Mr. Bishop

“A Little Physics and a Lot of Luck” from Di-Tone Records is the new six song CD from veteran songwriter Thom Bishop (also known as Junior Burke).  Thom burst onto the Chicago music scene in the mid-70’s in a blaze of creative energy and has been performing and writing (plays, screenplays, musical theater, novels, and songs) ever since.   Despite a fairly considerable artistic output over the years, Bishop has managed to keep a low profile over the last 20 years.  You can read more about him after the review. 
This new album, his fifth release, is, in large part, an homage to Bishop’s musical influences, particularly the rock ‘n roll and literature of the late 50’s, with a nod to the psychedelic 60’s with Lennon’s I’m Only Sleeping and the title cut which is pure 70’s.  It was mostly recorded in the late 70’s and early 80’s, around the time that his first record came out.  Indeed, two of the six cuts are from his first album.
The title track kicks off the album with piano and harmonica.  It sounds almost straight out of an early Bruce Springsteen anthem, chugging along like Thunder Road.  The drums kick in and the electric guitar fills in over the top.    Bishop tries to match the intensity with his vocals, generally to good effect, although his vocal strength is more of a smooth purr than a growl.
I’m not entirely convinced that the lyrics fit that well with the heartland rock treatment.  The words feel like they’re from a slightly different era, more theatrical than salt of the earth.  There’s a lot of clever literary wordplay, particularly inversions of common phrases.  The title is a twist on the old cliché that what goes up must come down.  Here, it’s “what goes down, must come back up again.”  It’s not really a rock anthem, as the music might suggest, and the wordplay could get lost in the arrangement.
The verses, which don’t rely as much of the clever wordplay may also get a little lost compared to the bravado and cleverness of the chorus.   This is particularly true of his line in the second verse, “in the neon rain I felt the glass that had shattered deep inside.”  The line aches with fragility.  It’s painful to think of walking on broken glass, but to have something like glass shattering deep inside is almost unbearable to think of.  In a recent conversation, Bishop explained that this was the only line that he rewrote and rerecorded from the original version.  When he wrote the song, it went something like “in the neon rain I cried as hard as I did when Elvis died.”  He later updated the reference from Presley to John Lennon, but even that reference is now dated, so it had to go.  Clearly, this update is much sharper and is more directly applicable to the personal loss documented in the song.
The story boils down to flying into town to see an ex-lover.  He’s having a drink; “the last one before the airplane touches down.”   He’s probably had many drinks, since he says in the chorus that “you drain your cup then fill it up.” He views the meeting as a theatrical performance where he’ll “step on stage when the circus comes to town.”  He knows she’ll be there, “unless she’s too sick to attend.”  You can feel him hedging his bets, trying to not be crushed if she doesn’t show.  It’s obviously a big deal to him, but he’s not sure what his audience of one really thinks about it.
He tried to forget her, but it was a painful breakup.  He tells us that, “some scars are too deep to heal, too dark to ever mend.”  But by the end of the song, he feels certain that she will be there and perhaps everything may even work out.  It’s just “a little physics and a lot of luck.”  Of course, the title phrase is pure wishful thinking, with not an ounce of physics.
He drops a reference to Eugene O’Neill’s play The Iceman Cometh in that last verse: “when our souls collide for the final time when the Iceman comes to town.”  If you don’t know the play, it takes place in a bar where a bunch of alcoholic dreamers talk endlessly about their dreams, but never do anything.  A salesman comes and tries to strip them of their illusions and they find that without them they have nothing.  So at the end they go back to drinking and dreaming. It’s generally considered one of the bleakest plays of the 20th Century.  Bishop could simply be suggesting in this reference that when they meet, that their illusions will be stripped away and they’ll see each other exactly as they are.  But the play suggests that rising above your illusions and wishful thinking is extremely difficult and that life itself is almost too painful and difficult to bear without them.
Let me make one final comment on the arrangement for the song and you can take it for what it’s worth.  It is a full throttle, piano-driven rocker and the musicianship, as on all the songs, is superb.  I do think though that this song would have benefited from having more of a break in it, either a full instrumental break or a change in tempo or greater change in dynamics between the verses and choruses.
The next track, Endless Sleep was a hit for rockabilly singer Jody Reynolds in 1958 and a country hit for Hank Williams Jr. in 1964.  It’s a favorite song of Thom’s, which he considers a “fabulous piece …of gothic rock.” The original recording is pretty laid back and almost sounds like a ballad with Reynolds’ smooth vocals very much on top of the mix.  Bishop’s approach is more aggressive, layering on some Texas roadhouse guitar sass for straight ahead vintage rock.   His vocal is as smooth and velvety as Reynolds’ original.  Bishop also contributes some very accomplished blues harmonica on the track.  The guitar part is played by Elliot Randall, who played the solo on Steely Dan’s Reeling in the Years.  Jazz Pianist and Composer Kenny Ascher, who worked with John Lennon, contributed percussion.
The story is fairly straightforward.  After a fight, the narrator’s lover wanders down to the seashore and throws herself in the waves.  He comes looking for her.  The “angry sea” taunts him that he’s taken his lover away.  She calls to him to join her in the endless sleep of death.  And finally, he jumps in, finds her and wrests her away from the sea and saves her from death.
The song exemplifies some of the casual chauvinism of the 1950’s.  His girl is little more than a cipher.  Her only words are “Come join me, baby, in my endless sleep.”  Her only action is to throw herself in the waves after a fight. The narrator has something of a dialog with the “angry sea” and she’s little more than a pawn in the argument.  At the end, he declares victory over the sea as, “my heart cried out ‘she's mine to keep’/I saved my baby from an endless sleep.”  It’s almost more about him than it is about her.
The Wireless Wonder is Bishop’s paean to 50’s radio, the Beats, and the allure of the open road.  This was the title cut from his first album and is really a suite.  The intro is pastoral folk rock, with acoustic guitar over a gentle beat.  Bishop told me he spent a lot of time on his grandparent’s farm when he was young in downstate Illinois, but I still have a hard time imagining him as the “fair haired farm boy, who’s never been kissed,” milking cows and slopping hogs.  In any event, he “curls up next to the radio” at the end of a long day.  After listening impatiently to the news (“the cold war, the hot war, and all that other jazz”), the anticipation and the tempo picks up and the song switches gears to straight ahead 50’s rock ‘n roll.
This is the true beating heart of the song and what connects it to the rest of the collection.  You can imagine all the hours that Bishop and his innocent farm-boy alter-ego spent listening to Buddy Holly, Carl Perkins, Fats Domino, “the mods and rockers,” and Eddie Cochran while reading Jack Kerouac and itching to get his “blue suede shoes” on the road.  This is a full throated embrace of the romanticism of the road through the wonder of the radio.  He was “hip to the voice of the highway/schooled in the rules of the road.” 
Though the lyrics in this section are mostly a pastiche, stringing together pop references, the phrasing and images are crisp and evoke the “magic” of the radio and the place in time perfectly.  The only other song I can think of that tries to string together pop culture references in a remotely similar fashion is the mostly forgettable Billy Joel song, We Didn’t Start the Fire.  Here it works perfectly.
When we get to section three, the piano and guitar drop out and we’re left with a thumping drumbeat and bass.  This is a particularly tricky maneuver.  The somewhat older and perhaps wiser narrator has replaced the wide-eyed innocent and addresses the listener directly in a spoken monologue.  It begins with “headlights, searchlights, probing mother night.”  He places himself in Chicago, where he’s taking a “drive along the Lakefront on this steamy Friday evening.”  He notes that Chicago is where Route 66 starts.  And Route 66 leads to California, “the golden land gulf where it all empties out.”
He recounts a drive along Route 66 through the night.  Instead of dissolving in disillusionment, he “keep[s] pushing.” In the morning, with the sunrise, he feels that he’s moving toward “a hazy gold redemption in sunny California.”
The music picks back up and he recounts travels real or imagined across the country, through the heartland and the South, and thrill of being able to “bounce off Broadway…then fly to Frisco three hours late.”  At the end, there is a saxophone solo, a Kansas City Blues flourish to top off the arrangement.  The solo is played by Ron Dewar who toured with Elvis Presley. There’s also some great piano work by multi-instrumentalist Ed Tossing, who has worked with Bishop on a number of projects through the years.  Bishop claims that there’s possibly no better keyboard player in rock or jazz than Ed Tossing out there, and based on what I’ve heard on Bishop’s albums, I’m inclined to agree.  The only one that I can think of, and they are similar in some ways, is Lyle Mays, long-time collaborator with guitarist Pat Metheny.  Bruce Hornsby is also worthy of consideration, but the styles are a little different.
This is a great and ambitious song and I’m glad to see it rescued here, so that we can all enjoy it again.  In a recent interview, I asked Thom why he didn’t just re-release the whole album, which I thought was pretty good when it came out, and still do.  He said that for him only about half of the album really worked.  He said he made the classic mistake of putting too many that he had just written on the album, instead of picking his best work.  While I might agree that not all of the songs are of the same high caliber as The Wireless Wonder, I’m sure he also thought that he’d be releasing albums year after year, instead of waiting the better part of a decade for the second.
This is followed by a cover of Lennon’s I’m Only Sleeping from the Beatles’ album Revolver.  Bishop has covered Lennon before on his 1996 CD Feed Me a Dream.  After three up-tempo numbers, this song provides a little bit of relief. This song is about that early morning state between sleep and waking, where your head is filled with the fragments of dreams.  The singer doesn’t want to be disturbed from this state of reverie.  He’s still able, in this state, to keep “an eye on the world going by.”  But the song is much more than simply an evocation and celebration of the dreaming state.  It’s also about simply being, taking life at its natural pace and rhythm; allowing it to happen.  We don’t always have to be wide awake or strung out on coffee or cigarettes, living our rat race lives.   As it says in the song:
Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there's no need (There's no need)
I was reminded of another Lennon song while I was listening to this one, the late-great Watching the Wheels.  It expresses the same sentiment, but from a place of waking and a place of power.  People are still calling him crazy and accusing him of being “lazy, dreaming [his] life away.”  But he knows that the rat race or the merry-go-round is not where he wants or needs to be.
The song starts off slowly and quietly, providing a little breather between the first few songs and the last.  But as the song progresses, the music gets louder and more electric and insistent, as though someone is trying to almost drag him out of bed and he’s resisting with his whole being.  It reminded me a little bit of how the Black Keys start some of their songs low key and acoustic for a verse or two and then switch gears and turn on the whole band for a crashing finish. Here, the ratcheting up the tension as the dreamer resists being awakened.
While the original has some electronic effects, such as backward guitar loops, for the Beatles it’s a pretty conventional arrangement, inching towards the great psychedelic sound of Sgt Peppers rather than diving in and embracing it.  The rhythm is a very heavy, almost plodding 4/4. 
Bishop’s remake views the song through the lens of the psychedelic period, taking some cues for the arrangement from songs like Lucy in the Sky, Because, and The Sun King.  He starts out slowly with just two guitars. The drums and the full band don’t kick in until the second verse and drop in and out of the mix until the ending section.  This gives it a dreamier feel than the original, which is appropriate to the lyrics.  Flute on the instrumental break adds a little to the late 60’s hippie vibe. In the end, the track manages to be both harder edged and more laid back than the original.  Bishop’s vocals handle both aspects fluidly without harmony support.  All in all, this is an excellent version of the song.
Crazy Black-eyed Lady in a Yellow Satin Dress is pure Honky-tonk, roadhouse blues, complete with piano, guitar and horns.  The lady in question is beautiful and dangerous, a real heartbreaker.  She’s every man’s fantasy, but no one can possess her.  Bishop called it his “version of a Chuck Berry song” in a recent interview.  The song starts out as a bit of a “guy walks into a bar” story.  After listening to this guy bitch and moan for a while, the bartender finally asks him what he’s doing there, and he talks about the woman that he just can’t forget. 
The second verse talks about parents dealing with an inter-faith relationship and using the Crazy Black eyed lady to break up their son’s romance.  It may be the guy in verse one, or it may be someone else.  The final verse generalizes, suggesting that most men would give up something dear to spend an hour with such a woman. 
There’s more great piano work from Ed Tossing and the whole band really rocks out. The key here is that the story, as it plays out in the verses, is much less important than the bigger than life female myth that is conjured by the chorus and the joyous rock and blues music used to deliver the tale. 
The Dream was Never Me puts the Tenor Sax right up front in the arrangement and it acts as a musical hook for the song, filling in at the beginning and end of the song and between each verse.  The song is something of an interior monologue about dreams and illusions and the sometimes painful process of growing up.  The second verse suggests, with perhaps a trace too much hyperbole (“vultures in the east” and “serpents in the sun” and odds of “a million plus to one”), the difficulty of standing up for yourself and asserting yourself, since we all can “lose eventually.” 
The final verse is about Bishop’s disillusionment with the music business and the manufacturing of image.  He states that:
Though you’ll never see my face
I’ll be playing in your head
As I try to state my case
Simply saying what I’ve said.
All the things they get behind
I just never want to be…

The irony here is that the singer is trying to separate himself from the hype and magic that he celebrated in The Wireless Wonder, that “everything is magic on the radio.”  Or perhaps he’s suggesting that the real power of the radio is in the songwriter and performer trying to state his case and “simply saying” what he means.

You can also consider the song as a response to the opening track, suggesting that he’s put any self delusions and pipe dreams behind him.  At the end of the end of the first verse and the end of the song with a slight variation, he states that “the lie was never mine and the dream was never real.”  You have to live your own life and pursue your own dreams, not somebody else’s. 
The last verse also suggests that he wants us take his songs at face value.  The meaning should be clear whether you know him or you never see his face.  Of course, you might argue that the meaning of this particular song is not exactly quite so transparent.
Despite the age of the recordings and the somewhat distant roots of the material, this is not an exercise in nostalgia.  The music sounds fresh and timeless, the performances are impeccable and the songwriting is strong.  Given the iPod and streaming, it sometimes seems as if all music is now contemporary music.  I’m not sure these songs break any new ground in either blues or rock, but they sit comfortably with the classics and should find a home in the ever-changing musical landscape.  And the version of I’m Only Sleeping redefines and elevates an underrated Beatles tune.  You can’t ask for much more than that.
More on Thom Bishop

When he first moved to Chicago, fresh from studying drama at the University of Illinois, Thom was a successful singer-songwriter, performing mostly as a solo artist.  He toured the country from New York to California.  He also dove deeply into the Chicago Theater scene, doing a little bit of acting (Junior Burke was his Actor’s Equity name), but eventually got involved in writing musical theater.  By the end of the 70’s, he had three shows going at the same time, including Bagtime, co-written with Louis Rosen and based on a book by local Chicago writer Bob Greene.
Around 1979, he teamed up with the Chicago rock band Freewheelin’ and they did a number of shows together over a two or three year period. In 1981, he recorded his debut album The Wireless Wonder, with a small label that promptly went out of business.  Disillusioned and looking for new challenges, he decided to pack up and move to Los Angeles, putting his musical career on hiatus.  He did some songwriting for the movies, placing songs in About Last Night (based on the David Mamet play Sexual Perversity in Chicago) and other films. He also wrote a three act play called American Express that had a couple of performances in LA. 
The tug of the music business still remained strong and he started seriously writing songs again after a couple of years.  He also started to make regular trips back to Chicago in the mid 80’s, playing with friends at Orphans on Lincoln Avenue.  In 1989, he finally recorded his second album, Restless State of Grace.  The album, produced by songwriter James Lee Stanley, has a lush sound that captures Bishop’s tunes very well.
About the same time, one of his friends, multi-instrumentalist and songwriter David Bromberg, was producing an album for Bob Dylan at the time in Chicago and he recorded a couple of Thom’s songs.  Unfortunately, the album was never released, though Thom did hear the songs and some of the other things from the session.  He said that from what he’d heard, the sessions “turned out beautifully” and he hopes they see the light of day at some point.
He also rekindled his songwriting partnership with Louis Rosen and the two of them put together an ambitious original piece of musical theater, The Book of the Night, which had a successful run at the Goodman Theater in 1992, and had a revival off-Broadway in 1997.  He recorded a third album, Feed Me a Dream, in 1996, produced by guitarist and long-time collaborator Billy Panda.  This effort had, for the most part, more of a stripped down, acoustic sound. 
He did the soundtrack and music for a film called American Reel, which starred David Carradine as a down and out musician, trying to make it one more time.  He also got a writing credit for the film, but claims in a recent interview that he really didn’t contribute that much to the screenplay.  On the other hand, he was very proud of the soundtrack, which contained some of Vassar Clements last recorded work and was mostly built around Carradine's own songs.  Thom had nothing but praise for Carradine as an actor and singer/performer.
He published a very good novel, Something Gorgeous, in 2005 under the pen name Junior Burke.  It has been re-released on Kindle this spring.  The book is Bishop’s take on The Great Gatsby, filling in the background of Fitzgerald’s novel with the “true” story of the romance of Gatsby and Daisy.  Bishop’s style in this work is more Hemingway or Dashiell Hammett than Fitzgerald, but he has a knack for dialog and plot and keeps his story moving.  One of the more intriguing things about the book is how faithful it is to the original while turning it inside out.  Even the most outlandish scenes in the book have some basis in Fitzgerald’s story.
Bishop released While You Were Gone in 2007, also under the name Junior Burke.  This was possibly his most accomplished and best produced album. 
Bishop has also very recently completed a draft of his second novel, an alternative history of the 50’s and 60’s which starts out with a young James Dean shooting Ronald Reagan on live TV in 1954.  He also has two musical theater pieces which will be produced this summer and fall in upstate New York, one based on the Greek Myths and the other based on the works of Edgar Allen Poe.  Perhaps his most important unreleased work is a musical based on the life of Sonny Liston that he co-wrote with musician/producer Jim Tullio, which is under consideration for production in London.
Thom/Junior has taught creative writing at the Kerouac School for Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado for a number of years.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Positive Review from the UK



Canadian Dry

World of Wonders: The Lyrics and Music of Bruce Cockburn , James A. Heald
(209pp, Missing Link)

by Rupert Loydell, Stride Magazine, UK


In sharp contrast to the condescending and ill-judged evangelical slant of Brian Walsh's recent book on Canadian singer-songwriter Bruce Cockburn (which I reviewed in Third Way and for The Matthews House Project) James A. Heald takes an informed and intelligent approach to Cockburn's albums and songs, contextualising and appraising the work under a series of headings mostly within a linear timeline.

My biggest quibble is that I'd have liked a more academic approach, particularly fuller referencing and a bibliography, and arguments followed through a little more, but Heald's enthusiasm and breadth of knowledge more than compensates for this (and, of course, it's not being marketed as an academic title, it's just me being difficult).

The book offers plenty of biographical fact, lyrical analysis, and both speculative and informed context to the long career and large discography of this intriguing singer. Cockburn started as a new-age folkie within the hippy movement before engaging with both spirituality and politics in equal measure. His inquisitive and engaging questioning and exploration is suitably matched here by Heald, who manages to interrogate literary and musical inspiration and sources, political histories and geographies, as well as the personal, throughout this engaging and witty volume....

full review at Stride Magazine
 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

My Book is Out

The book World of Wonders: the Lyrics and Music of Bruce Cockburn, by James Heald(me).  Read the Press Release here for more details.

Jim Heald is an author, poet, singer-songwriter, and guitarist.  He grew up in the suburbs of New York City.  He attended Colby College and Manchester College, Oxford where he studied English Literature and East Asian Studies.  He attended graduate school briefly at the University of Pennsylvania, where he studied Oriental languages and history, and received a Masters in Urban Planning from the University of Illinois in Chicago. 

Jim picked up the guitar in the mid 70’s and started turning his poetry into songs.  He’s played professionally since the late 70’s around Chicago, Austin, and the Washington DC area.  He was a two time finalist in the Kerrville Folk Festival New Folk Competition and has two CDs available.  He lives with his wife Laura in Alexandria, Virginia.


Now, here’s the deal.

Next 5 days ONLY Starting Tomorrow Morning, August 31

The Kindle version of my book will be available exclusively from Amazon.com here for FREE.

The paperback edition will also available on Amazon in about 5-7 days for $9.99 and it looks great.

If you have a Kindle or a Kindle-compatible device (most cell phones, laptops, desktop computers, tablets, including the iPad – there’s really no excuse), I encourage you to download the Kindle app and the book and send this email to any or ALL of your friends who have an interest in Folk music and Singer-Songwriters. 

Thanks.  Comments and Reviews are welcome.

Take care.

Jim Heald


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Thoughts on Bruce Cockburn: High Winds/White Sky


High Winds, White Sky (1971) is immediately a much more buoyant and
joyful album and a step forward both musically and lyrically. The songs are
lyrically more self-assured and the music feels less fragile, the arrangements
more complex. Happy Good Morning Blues has a similar feel to
Going to
the Country
with its sprightly blues beat, intricate picking, and a cast of
more fully rounded characters than in the first album. You can almost picture
Bruce dancing down the street on a sunny day, greeting the “fat balloon man”,
“uncle tom cat”, and tipping his hat to “Herr policeman”.



Let Us Go Laughing starts out as a quiet meditation on nature, with Bruce canoeing at
sunset watching the sun slip away and the stars and moon rise. As distant
lightning “stirs the cauldron of the sky” he turns the canoe towards the
shore. The mood changes during an instrumental interlude and the pace of the
music picks up. The music turns into an Irish fiddle tune or jig. Bruce
meditates on life and death and in the chorus suggests that we get on with it
and “let us go laughing”. He hopes the “holy hermit” will “guide [us] to the
shortest path.” Solitary meditation is all well and good, he seems to be
saying, but we need to move and we need to be with others and “go laughing.”



Love Song is filled with a child-like innocence and is permeated with a sense of
discovery and surprise. Bruce uses an interesting mix of long and short
phrases to create that sense of surprise. Musically, the verse phrase appears
to be eight quarter notes, followed by a whole note, followed by two eighth
notes and a quarter note, with each note being a syllable. It seems a little
like a jack in the box, where it winds up slowly, stops, and then releases.
The interplay between two guitars gives the music depth and adds to the joyful
bounce of the lyrics.



Bruce switches gears to country-folk on One Day I Walk, and is supported by an ensemble, including
mandolin, banjo and bass and harmony vocals on the chorus. Here, Bruce seems
to be in no hurry at all, taking in the good and the bad that life has and will
throw his way. He seems to be saying that it’s all good and sooner or later
he’ll get home. He’ll stop and smell the roses when he can, and he’ll
appreciate the stones. The second verse suggests busking on a corner for
change, where he’s sitting watching the world go by and singing other people’s
songs (“
cried out glad and cried out sad/with every voice but mine”).


Bruce plays the piano
on Golden Serpent Blues and croons about a woman who may or may not be
his lover. The first few notes sound serious, stately and almost classical, but
he quickly moves to a shuffling blues. Perhaps she’s a waitress weaving
through a crowd of people, as “she moves like a golden serpent all day long,”
and “she likes to give me honey when I’m down.” But clearly she is something
special: “
She can drive away the devil with a song
.” She
reminds me of the woman or type of woman that he describes in greater detail,
but with similar imagery, in See How I Miss You from World of Wonders:


I watch this woman in a tight
sequined lizard dress
Tosses her scarlet hair like a sly caress
She a got midnight voice like some beckoning saint
She got something special but you she ain't


High Winds White
Sky
is another love song. The dreamlike, fragmented
imagery convey his loneliness. He is looking out at the world from a high
vantage point. He describes the woman as a princess. He may have given her a
“glittering ring” and she’s the “daughter of the stars/[she is]/life beginning.”
But then “the wind’s travelers’ tales tease” the treetops and “the ships have
all sailed to the mouth of the sea,” suggesting a bitter end to the
courtship. The last verse is suggestive of emptiness and time moving on and
the song ends on the unsentimental and unromantic line, “falsehood lies panting
like a fish in the palm.”



An autumn walk by the
sea is the subject of You Point to the Sky. He and his lover are
enjoying the scenery and talking of how their lives have changed and
speculating about the future, “construct[ing] a tapestry of what will come.”
She “point[s] to the sea” and Bruce “see[s]/what seems to be so free/bound by/
empty sky.” In the context of this song that might be a throwaway image or
random observation. However, the sea as a symbol of freedom crops up in other
songs, most importantly in “All the Diamonds”. At the end of the song, they
“tumble down the path” towards home. The final line is a very self-effacing
comment about how they are just “comic beggars trading laughs for scraps from
the tables of the wise.”



As a lyrical
statement, the song seems very slight, like a sketch that an artist might make
for a later painting. They go for a walk, talk about the past and future and
“climb toward the melting point of time” and then go home. And yet it feels
like much more than that. Bruce has a way sometimes of making something out of
almost nothing, hinting at something much deeper with a few well-place brush
strokes. One of the elements of his spirituality and artistry is a very strong
sense that there is more to this world than meets the eye.



Life’s Mistress is a winter song, set in a cozy house in the country among the trees,
guarded by three cats and a large gentle dog. His lover has “the keys … to
open any door.” Bruce sits quietly in the sun by the window and just
“watch[es] her go by.” The song is almost a little fairy tale and by the end,
she has been transformed into an almost fairy tale being:


Queen of field and forest pathway
Understands the speech of stones
She weaves peace upon her loom
Life's mistress



Perhaps because of the fairy tale touches, you don’t really
get the sense of a flesh and blood woman.


Ting/the Cauldron is a meditative instrumental piece with an eclectic and exotic Eastern
feel. It sounds by turns Middle Eastern, Oriental and even African. There are
gongs, cymbals, marimbas and other assorted instruments supporting Bruce’s
guitar. This is the first real song to show the influence of Django Reinhart
on his playing, but Bruce’s characteristic bass plucking is not really in
evidence here.



The album closes with
the song Shining Mountain, which describes an actual hike or camping
trip in the mountains east of Vancouver on a summer day. The mountain is
shining in the late afternoon sun. Bruce watches the sun “sink into the sea”
and “drown in golden fire.” After night falls, the “fireflies danced” and
trees and crags “began to sing/above the black forest.”


The opening musical
phrase picks up from the previous song and sounds almost Oriental again, but
then the song transforms into a slow, medieval folk song, almost chanted rather
than sung, about a quest of sorts. Bruce climbs the mountain “to see what I
could see” and “to see what I could be.” In the final verse, he changes those
lines to “to know what I did know” and “to know whence I did know.” In other
words, Bruce has tested and validated his sense of himself with this journey
into the Mountains. Bruce’s dense dulcimer picking and steady rhythm frame the
lyrics and a gong sounds like a church bell chiming as the song fades out at
the end.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Bruce Cockburn: An Appreciation Part 1

Bruce Cockburn: An Appreciation

Preface

I don’t know Bruce Cockburn, but I’ve been listening to his music religiously since about 1984, have heard him in concert at least half a dozen times, and exchanged awkward pleasantries with him after the last concert when he was signing his latest CD for me. I’m sure I’ve read dozens of reviews and interviews, subscribed to the “Humans” list-serve, and consider him a dear, if very distant, friend, with whom I feel a great kinship.

I discovered Bruce after reading a review of one of his performances in the Chicago Reader and was intrigued enough to go out and look for recordings at a local record store. All I could find was a cassette copy of Stealing Fire. I was hooked by the first notes of Lover’s in a Dangerous Time and was mesmerized by the entire album. Obviously, I was drawn to the Anti-Imperialist fervor, the humanity, the poetry, and the strong music holding it all together. I picked up a copy of Trouble with Normal soon after and I have followed Bruce, album by album, ever since.

I did not immediately go back and get copies of everything that Bruce had ever done. So, my knowledge of his earlier work was somewhat sketchy, filled in now and then by an occasional purchase such as In the Falling Dark or the retrospectives and re-releases, like Waiting for a Miracle and Circles in the Stream. Over the last several years, I have collected all, or almost all of the rest and have spent many hours listening to these songs.

From time to time on the Humans group (Yahoo.com), a long simmering debate flares up related to Bruce’s Christianity and its importance or relevance to understanding his work, a debate which sometimes makes me uncomfortable. Coming to Bruce’s work starting in the 1980’s, during his anti-Imperialist phase, and because I am not a Christian, I have tended to downplay that aspect of his work, which was easy to do given my long focus on his post-70’s work. I certainly accept that he has professed to be a committed Christian and it was a significant aspect of his work, particularly in the mid to late 70’s, but I could not say one way or another whether he still considers himself a Christian. Certainly, Paul Simon’s most recent album So Beautiful or So What contains more overtly Christian themes and imagery than any of Bruce’s most recent albums. And Richard Thompson is supposedly a devout Sufi Muslim, but I’d be hard pressed to see how that would help me understand his songs Beeswing or ’52 Vincent.

The debate is likely to rage again with the publication of Brian Walsh’s book Bruce Cockburn and the Christian Imagination although that book is so far garnering negative reviews on the Humans group.





Chapter 1

Bruce Cockburn is, first and foremost, a visionary artist; engaging and probing songwriter, spiritual seeker, truth teller, and extraordinary guitarist. He is a songwriter’s songwriter and musician’s musician. If you measure success in album sales, or chart position, or merchandise sales, or mentions in People Magazine or Rolling Stone, then Bruce is not for you. While he has failed to scale the mountain of popular adoration, he has nonetheless had an extraordinary career as a solo artist.

There are very few musicians who have recorded for more than 40 years, putting out consistently good records every couple of years, with few, if any, significant artistic misfires. He has continued to gain in popularity and plays to packed venues across Canada, the United States, and Europe, with occasional forays to Japan and the Far East.

He has traveled to war-torn locations like Central America, Africa, Cambodia, Afghanistan and Iraq. The songs that have resulted from these journeys celebrate the resilience of the human spirit, chide the powerful and greedy, and turn a spotlight on corruption and injustice. He would most likely bristle at these thoughts, preferring to consider his successes a matter of luck, or simply the result of dogged persistence or even stubbornness.


The First Three Albums

After his year at the Berklee School of Music and a number of years playing in moderately successful bands in and around Toronto, Bruce struck out on his own. Bruce said later that he was “trying to leave behind the years of bad rock bands, trying to clear out psychedelic decadence that was itself a reaction to institutional decadence. Looking for purity in nature. Looking for connections behind things..." (World of Wonders Tour Program, posted on www.thecockburnproject.net) Those years also “left [him] with a little body of songs that [he] liked better when [he] played alone” (from "Singer Follows 'Morality' to Success" by Salvatore Caputo, The Arizona Republic, 6 October 1995. Posted on www.thecockburnproject.net) so he ended up going solo.

Bruce was hardly alone in going solo or acoustic. After the Summer of Love and the British Invasions, folk music and singer-songwriters were making a comeback in 1969 and 1970. The Beatles were breaking up. Crosby, Stills and Nash had released their first album. John Sebastian went solo at Woodstock. Joni Mitchell had released a couple of albums. The Band was playing their hippy, country tunes. Jorma and Jack formed Hot Tuna to play old blues and folk tunes. James Taylor burst on the scene. Dylan had reappeared after his seclusion and unplugged again and then went Country with Nashville Skyline. And, of course, Gordon Lightfoot was recording If You Could Read My Mind, while Glenn Campbell and Johnny Cash were on TV.
I mention these, not to necessarily draw specific comparisons between Bruce and any of these artists. But at the same time that loud rock & roll was reaching a crescendo, there was a resurgence of more introspective, acoustic-based music. These artists form part of the milieu that Bruce was becoming a part of.
Bruce’s first three albums (through Sunwheel Dance) considered together could be seen as part of his apprenticeship and growing mastery in his trade. From the start, his music is imbued with spiritual overtones drawing from a variety of religious traditions. Indeed, he said as much in 1995 about the first three albums:

"I think [the influence of Eastern philosophies] were there [in the first three albums]. Actually, I think they are still are. Somebody referred to Buddhists as 'great technicians of the sacred' which I think is true as it goes. I wasn't a Christian yet when I made those records although I was heading (being dragged by the nose might be better) that way. And I have been exposed to various aspects of Buddhist teaching, first through the Beat writers, then Merton, Chogyam Trungpa, the Sutras themselves, etc."
from answers by Bruce Cockburn to questions asked by the Humans discussion list. July-November 1995. www.cockburnproject.net album notes.


John McCurdy has done a very detailed exegesis of Bruce’s first album in his on-line biography, so I won’t go into great detail here. In my opinion, he goes overboard in some of his interpretations and the songs sometimes buckle under the weight of his insights. He feels that “Bruce is in search of an ecological or earth-centered Christianity” in Spring Song and characterizes the whole album as “eco-Christianity.” What is certainly true throughout Bruce’s long career is a restless searching that has carried him to the ends of the earth and that he has thought long and has an inquisitive mind.

The songs in this collection reveal many of the elements that appear throughout his work, although the lyrical content doesn’t have the emotional depth and clarity of his later works. The guitar playing and the musical composition are very sure-handed and mature, although the songs tend not to follow distinct or traditional forms with clearly demarcated verses and choruses. His characteristically fluid fingerpicking is evident throughout, as is his humor and thoughtfulness. Thematically, he has already begun to play with contrasting symbolism of light and darkness, and the sometimes dreary urban environment (“Toronto don’t take my song away”) versus the natural environment (Going to the Country is all Sunshine and happiness).

The songs are introspective and dreamlike. The world that they explore is a small, local world: a trip to the country; a rainy afternoon; a surreal and childlike bicycle trip; drinking and smoking and playing music with is musical friends; contemplating the changing seasons; being “together alone” with a lover; contemplating the sea and the “Thirteenth Mountain”. Solitude predominates and the cast of characters is small and they are little more than ciphers. Even the musical friends are barely described. The most distinct and memorable characters are the cows in Going to the Country.

As a point of comparison, James Taylor released Sweet Baby James the same year. JT was several years younger than Bruce. In terms of guitar playing, I might give a slight edge to Taylor, in that he displays a more fully formed personal style than Bruce. In terms of songwriting, nothing in Bruce’s release can come close to the emotional depth of Fire and Rain or the evocation of a real landscape like Going to Carolina in his previous release. None of his landscapes are as clear as the opening lines of Sweet Baby James. Fire and Rain is about a real, flesh and blood woman, even if she is barely described in the song.

To be fair to Bruce, Taylor seems to have burst upon the scene fully formed and never really scaled the same heights again. His guitar playing may have become more fluid and relaxed over time, but there are no real leaps in skill or dexterity over the course of his career. And in terms of emotional depth, Bruce didn’t suffer through mental illness and heroin addiction. To borrow a line from Taylor, Bruce’s first album left him, “with 10 miles behind him and 10,000 more to go…”

to be continued...