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...

Monday, September 12, 2011

Takoma Park Folk Festival

I had no idea I'd not posted anything since May. I guess it's been a busier summer than I had thought.

Be that as it may, I performed yesterday at the TPFF at a songwriter's showcase with three other songwriters in a round robin. We each got to sing 4 songs (except for Jeanne Bayou who arrived late). David Alberding lives in Hagarstown these days. He's a big burly guy and a great storyteller. His guitar playing reminds me a little of David Wilcox. He has to be doing some alternate tunings to get some of the sounds he does out of the guitar. Austin Ellis is a younger guy and has a Zen-like demeanor and had his long (I think) brown hair in a funky little bun. You can imagine him being a massage therapist or something like that. His music reminds me very much of Jason Mraz, mellow and jazzy with a little bit of rap thrown in. Jeanne performed with Ron Goad on percussion. Her songs were a little more in the traditional folk vein with Ron's percussion providing a little bit of edge and drive.

I performed my songs Thorns that Guard the Rose, Juliet's on Fire, Never Too Late (a new sequel to Ginger & Fred), and I had a Dream Last Night. For some reason I felt a little bit of nerves or butterflies and so I tried to keep the guitar playing simple. I had also had to change my strings on Saturday and I think I prefer my strings a little on the deader side. New strings often sound a little "tinny" to me. For the most part I think that I did pretty well, though I'm not sure (especially after listening to a couple of other groups at the same stage) that the sound on the monitor and the sound going out to the crowd were even remotely the same.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon. After so much rain this past week that was a nice change. The shaded grounds around our stage were still muddy from the deluge. Hopefully, a good time was had by all.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Bruce Cockburn at the Birchmere May 9

Concert Review: Bruce Cockburn at the Birchmere May 9, 2011.

Setlist (after the first 4, the order might not be correct since I wasn’t taking notes)

Last night of the world
Mango
Lovers in a Dangerous Time
Tokyo
Strange Waters
Bone in My Ear (on Manzer solid-body charango)
Boundless (w/Annabelle Chovostek)
Driving away (w/Annabelle)
Instrumental (from Jenny – Bruce on 12-String)
Littlest Prisoner
Call it Democracy
Called me back
Each one lost
Wondering Where the Lions Are
Arrows of light
If a tree falls


Encore:
Comets of Kandahar
All the diamonds
Tie me at the crossroad
Gifts



This was a kick ass concert, with a mix of old and new songs (only about 6 songs from the latest CD). Last Night of the World really came on strong with drummer Gary Graig pounding out a pulsating beat and Bruce really locked in. Mango was delicious, with the intricate guitar picking meshing sensuously with the violin. Overall the sound quality was really good, but the balance was not always right. On a few songs, it seemed like Jenny Scheinman's violin was way too soft.



It was a real treat for Annabelle Chvostek (formerly of the Wailing Jennys) to come out and join the trio on Boundless (mandolin/vocals) and Driving Away (guitar/vocals) and both songs really hit the mark.



Introducing Bone in my Ear and noting the unusual instrument that he had strapped on, Bruce told a funny story about how charango’s are traditionally made of an armadillo shell with the hair still on them. If they are really good ones, the story goes that the hair keeps growing. Bruce has one, but the hair didn’t grow so it probably isn’t that good. In any event, he couldn’t figure out how to amplify it, so he asked Linda Manzer to make him an electric charango. Looks like a tiny, red 12-string. I’ve never been a big fan of the song, but watching him play the charango with violin and his voice in really good form it sounded great.



I wonder if he pulled out Call it Democracy since he was in DC and it was another treat. This old song about International Development Aid and the rape of the Third World seemed particularly appropriate given the proximity to the seat of Western Power.



Bruce did not talk with the audience that much last night. The discussion of charangos and a longer intro to Each One Lost, a song from the new album about witnessing the ceremony for fallen soldiers at an airforce base in the Middle East, were the most extensive bits. It was interesting to watch him play the dulcimer on Arrows of Light. He was standing very upright with his whole body and neck tensed. The main set closed with a smoking, ferocious version of If a Tree Falls, although the finale kind of collapsed as though all three of them were totally exhausted.



They all came back on stage after a short break for the encore. Comets of Kandahar, an instrumental off the new CD was very good, as was All the Diamonds. Crossroads lacked a little punch. Gifts was a short, sweet finale. I think they were all pretty tired at that point and the encore overall just didn’t match the intensity of the main set.



Bruce, Jenny, and Gary were out in the foyer signing autographs after the show. We waited in line for about 25 minutes to get a signature and have a few words with Bruce. Who knows if we’ll ever get the chance again. Anyway, he was very gracious. I muttered something silly about hoping that when I grow up, I can be half as good a guitarist as he is (I’m only a few years younger than Bruce). He replied that he feels the same way, just a few more years and he’ll get it right. Jenny was a little pissy (perhaps just tired and maybe not happy that no one was bringing her CDs to get signed). Gary seemed the most relaxed and happy just to be there. I had a few positive comments for him about the start of the show and how his drums really got people into it and he said he really liked that part of the show and that song in particular.