Woody
‘This machine kills fascists.’
So clever. How did you think of that?
There’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done. Bob Dylan said that about you.
I was only a kid when you died in 1967 – just eighteen years old and you were just fifty five. But I was already besotted with a lot of your work. I had a whole bunch of your records that I played incessantly. That was the year that I bought your autobiography Bound For Glory.
We couldn’t have been much more different could we? – Separated by the best part of forty years, an ocean and a world of experience.
You were born in Okema Oklahoma and I was born in Surrey England. We did not have wide open plains, tornados, Indian reservations, black slaves or rattle snakes in Walton on Thames. We did not have guns, dust storms or dusty old hobos who rode the blinds. There were no lynchings, shootings or crooked Southern politicians who solved problems with their fists or bosses who employed vigilantes to get their own way. Walton was very provincial and English. Yet Woody – your songs still spoke to me. You painted the pictures in my mind. I lived it through you.
My family was pretty ordinary too. None of them were burnt to death, or died of madness or ran for office. My father wasn’t involved in lynchings, or dubious property deals and he did not join the Ku Klux Klan.
Our worlds could not have been more different could they? But I could still relate to what you said and I did.
You were a one off.
What made you that way Woody?
How come you were brought up in a prosperous conservative family, full of racism and violence, and you developed the mind-set you had? Where did you get your sensibilities from?
What made you so special?
You took up the guitar and set about entertaining people with your songs. You busked around the country, painted signs, carried out odd-jobs, and ran a radio show.
You rambled, lived rough and rode the trains with the poor, the down-and-outs and blacks, tramped round the country, playing to the strikers and disenfranchised, and you believed in a better world. What made you such an optimist?
How come you weren’t a racist like all the others? Where did that compassion come from? What made you believe in fairness? It seems to me that there was something special inside you. You couldn’t turn a blind eye or ignore what was going on. You were forced to do something about it and fight for what you believed. You seemed to believe it more strongly than anybody else.
It seems to me that you kept your vision simple. You believed in justice, freedom and equality. The rest followed on from there. You were a communist and pluralist because of equality. You took people as you found them regardless of the colour of their skin. Back then both those beliefs were dangerous. But they didn’t faze you, did they Woody? Where-ever there was injustice you were the first to speak up, to write songs and put your body on the line on the pickets. You fought racism and championed the underdog. You were a union man because you saw that as the only way to put a stop to the exploitation of working people.
Woody – you were a one-man political organisation, a social dynamo, a fearless radical. Compromise was not in your language, was it?
You did not court popularity did you?
You took up social issues, like the dust bowl refugees, and put forward their case for justice.
The compassion and fury poured forth from your guitar.
You loved life, nature and women. You were never happier than when outside, under the sky, with the sun, stars and mountains. I could feel that in your song This Land Is Your Land.
But you also had a dream. You could see a better world a coming. You saw science providing the answers. Electricity from the hydroelectric would turn deserts into fertile land. There would be a land of plenty in which all men and women would prosper.
All we had to do was defeat fascism.
Which brings me back to that slogan – this machine kills fascists.
It taught me a valuable lesson. You don’t defeat fascism, hatred and exploitation with violence. You defeat it with love, reason and music. A guitar is a machine that can reach into peoples’ hearts and change them. A guitar is better than a rifle. Songs are better than bullets. Words can kill fascism. Ideas hold great power. Your words still move me.
We might have been born worlds apart but I’m joined to you like I was your twin.
I just wanted to say thank you Woody.
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You said it all, hit the nail right on the head.
I absolutely hate mp3’s. If anyone tells me “oh, yeah, I downloaded it”, they’ll get a reply from me such as “you ain’t got f*** all matey, you THINK you have, but you’ve not actually HEARD the music”. Quite how anyone can be satisfied with the aural experience of between 5 – 6.5% of the music information is utterly beyond me. I can feel my stomach churning at their inadequacy and mediocrity and total lack of regard to what can be, given the correct circumstances, absolutely fantastic.
A few weeks ago a friend brought his 15 year old son round. The boy is really into The Who. He had come to the right house. After him falling over just looking at the selection, I asked him if he’d like to hear a vinyl record – he had never heard one. He choose “Quadrophenia” and when the band kicked in after the first minute of wave noises, he physically jumped up off his chair in shock.
It was hilarious, he was speechless. He’s now saving up for a turntable and has been back round to make himself a list of the records he needs to get. I will of course help him with that adventure.
I feel very positive about the future of the vinyl record.
I’m so glad to hear that. People get used to tinny rubbish. The power of the real thing is lost. I’m glad a new generation will have that experience. Cheers Opher
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Welcome to the digital age; )
Thanks for the reblog – much appreciated – best wishes Opher
I miss the days of trying to drop the needle on my favorite spot of an LP!
Unfortunately a lot of my albums have the click to prove it! Thanks for that – best wishes Opher
I agree almost entirely with you. I disagree that there is no good new music to be found. There is an amazing explosion of good creative artistry going on in the folk-world and the home-recording studio has led to another explosion of good indie musicians, albeit swamped by the plethora of rap and similar music incorporating home studio effects and techniques.
There is no doubt that vinyl and physical metal needle styli has been proved to produce the warmest and most accurate rendering of the original sound pieces laid on the vinyl record. However, as previously noted the metal styli is the direct cause of deterioration of any given vinyl record.
The latest technology appears to offer the best of both worlds, with vinyl records being read by a lazer. If I had the money, that would be the setup I’d look to go for.
As it is, with the help of an Uncle known as Blackbeard, I have the complete works in FLAC and MP3s of most of my favourite artists, so that I can listen through each record as an MP3, and If I like it I will burn the corresponding CD from the FLAC file, and subsequently listen to it as a CD on my compact stereo system.
Cheers Ian. I’m sure there’s loads around that’s good. I don’t get to hear a lot of it. Most of the popular stuff sounds overproduced and bland. I like it raw, loud and preferably with some meaning attached! I’m too busy writing to get around as much as I’d like.
What would you recommend?
Within the folk world there are so many good acts out there. Pretty much most of it gets aired on Mark Radcliffe’s BBC Radio prog on Wednesday evenings. Mike Harding also produces a regular hour long Internet radio Folk show, which is available as an MP3 podcast after being broadcast.
My personal favourites amongst the new wave of folk include The Unthanks, Lisa Hannigan and Laura Marling along with the various outgrowths from the Folk Musician Supergroups Blowzabella and the Old Swann Band.
I havent really found any original new loud electric music that has rocked my boat since discovering Counting Crows in the early 2000s. However there are a lot of very good cover bands out there who are well worth going to see. I’m not sure if The Hamsters are still going, but as their stageshow consisted of 2 sets each of Hendrix, ZZ Top and the Doors, along with their own material, I’d always go see them anytime they pass my way
I missed out on the Hamsters but I heard all about them. I’ve turned on to Laura Marling. I’ll give the others a listen. Thanks for that Ian.
Have you heard the Mississippi Allstars? They are probably my favourite around aty the moment and I do love the Eels!
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Is that why the young have gone back to vinyl?