Word: rivers
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Nields, something that just graduated from Yale, giddily rocks Sanders Theatre: thirty-and-up Cantabridgians stand to applaud. Where is Joan Baez, who came to Club Passim barefoot and left a star? She played last. And reuniting earlier in the show with their banjos and mandolins were the Charles River Valley Boys, Harvard alumni from the 60's. At its 40th Anniversary Concert, Club Passim looked back, looked forward, and its music squirmed between the weight of history and the multiple identities of folk in the nineties...
...both accessible--it was like going to church after a two year hiatus--and sometimes experimental. Sanders Theatre sold out to an audience that erred on the side of grown-up but was livelier for it. We all clapped to the beat as Joan Baez jigged and the Charles River Valley Boys covered the Beatles. The program became a kind of historiographic French smoke where the congregation pulled old records from the cabinet. Reassured by the immediacy of older artists like Baez and the Charles River Valley Boys, the audience proceeded to transform that sense of legacy into a sense...
...introduction to folk music any Harvard undergraduate could hope for. Pamela Means began the show with a short set of soft-spoken, dark songs. Her hair, a square mass of dreads, sat on top of her head like an underground crown. After her, with far less hair, the Charles River Valley boys played a set that sounded more like the Ohio River Valley than the Charles, closing with a few Beatles covers that underlined the concert's sense of retrospective solidarity...
Ellis Paul, a critical favorite, followed, but his short passionate songs lacked the youthful honesty of Means or the twangy wisdom of the Charles River Valley Boys. The Silver Leaf Gospel choir took the show to intermission in overalls with an African fabric swatch reminiscent of a cummerbund under black suit coats. Their singing, deeper than Widener and friendlier too, inclusive of both Jesus and the "I just might take a nip" phenomenon, was authentically folk, seemingly grown on a stalk independent of any folk revivals or Newport festivals...
...stood with my parents in Jericho and looked out at the Allenby Bridge crossing, wondering if I could ever go see the wonders on the other side of the unassuming Jordan river: the Roman city at Jaresh, the Biblical Har Nevo in the Gilad Mountains, the unspeakable wonders of Petra. Now, I know dozens of friends who have traveled this now-trendy tourist route from Israel to Jordan and hope to spend my spring break sleeping nights on the East Bank...