Showing posts with label Hobo Blues Band. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hobo Blues Band. Show all posts

Saturday, May 9, 2015

David Menconi Interview - 1 (Allen Ginsberg in 1987 Surveys His Musical History)



           [Allen Ginsberg with accompanist, Steven Taylor - performing live in Europe, 1986]

Allen Ginsberg, in 1987, surveys his musical history.

The interview (from which these remarks are excerpted) is dated June 25, 1987, and was
conducted by  journalist and music critic, David Menconi for the Boulder Daily Camera, the local paper. 

A considerably edited version  (incorporating some of these notes) was published contemporaneously, but the bulk of the interview has remained unpublished and is appearing for the first time here.  

part two - a continuation (Allen discusses Buddhism, politics,  poetry, and '80's zeitgeist),  will appear in this space next week 

[Allen arrives [only temporarily, happy to report] on crutches, explaining, “I took a spill on the pavement a few nights back”.]

AG: I did an album in 1968 Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake with tunes by Allen Ginsberg, on MGM. I had some very good musicians on that one, like Charlie Mingus, Charles Wright on bass, Julius Watkins on French horn, and Elvin Jones on one of the cuts, and Don Cherry on half a dozen others.
In (19)75, I did a whole album with David Mansfield from the Rolling Thunder Revue for John Hammond Sr. He produced it at Columbia’s studios. In (19)81, I did another album with Hammond on Columbia, First Blues.

Around 1971, I had gone into the Record Plant Studio with (Bob) Dylan, the idea being to improvise whatever we could. About three cuts from those sessions are on First Blues.
I also did a little work here in Denver with The Glu-ons - Birdbrain – do you know that? It was put out by Wax Trax! .That’s a classic, it’s really good, the thing I’m most proud of. It was the first time I was able to work with lyrics that weren’t rhymed, with irregular lines like my poetry, but with a definite dance beat . So I happened to have the e-las-tic sense of timing to lay the verses out within sixteen bars without interrupting the beat – with a refrain – “Birdbrain”. You never heard that? For a forty-five from Wax Trax! it did really good, sold three-thousand copies and was on most of the college stations across the country for about a year. As far as being dance-able, up-to-date & punkish, and, at the same time, classical, I think it’s the best thing I’ve done. And I think it cost fifteen-dollars-an-hour (not that anybody got paid for it)

I also did a whole album, [unreleased] with a band called Still Life, with Mike Chapelle [of the Glu-ons] .We might do something more this year [1987] while I’m here. I made another album with him that hasn’t come out . And I recently did something with Bugs Henderson, a Texas guitarist. In February, the revived Fugs are playing in New York & I’ll be their opening act. I’m also going to do a record later with Hal Willner.

I hit it big with a total hit number, heard by millions of people in Hungary in 1980, so I’m a minor but notable rock star in Hungary with the Hobo Blues Band. My first full-length album came out there about a month ago, in which they set music to “Howl”in Hungarian. I sing on one cut, a thing called “Gospel Noble Truths”, but the rest is all Hungarian translations by a very literate Hungarian rock band using great Eastern European poetry. I was there last Fall, in the studio, for three days, and it was fun being a Hungarian rock & roll character.

I worked with The Clash a little on the lyrics for the Combat Rock album, on three cuts, including the one I like most “Death Is A Star”.  I did some background vocals and I’ve sung with them live a few times (including at Red Rocks in (19)82). 

(Bob) Dylan taught me the three-chord blues pattern. I didn’t know that until 1971. Before that, I kept confusing everyone by calling something a blues when it wasn’t, it was just a ballad. I’ve never played much of my own stuff but I was always good at improvising (‘cause I used to wander under the Brooklyn Bridge with (Jack) Kerouac & make up poems or funny songs, nonsense blah-blah-blah rhymes). Apparently, that’s all Dylan does, spontaneous composition.

A lot of the rockers, like Dylan, began conceiving of poetry as a real and possible expansion of folk lyricism. So I got to know some of the musicians, like Jim Morrison, who I met through Michael McClure, his poetry guru. I later met Van Morrison, who’s interested in (William) Blake, (as I am).  

I don’t know enough about music because I’m not really a musician (I know five chords, maybe, enough to do rudimentary blues) but I think music is a sacred pursuit. I think any art is sacred if your attitude is sacramental. I’m also interested in photography from the same point of view – sacred moments, scared faces, sacramental awareness of the scene as you snap the photo, while time passes into eternity. It’s the same way with poetry or music.
The first music I heard as a kid was at grammar school. I used to go down to the spiritual churches on River Street [in Paterson] and hear black spiritual singing at revival meetings. In high school I would listen to a lot of Bessie Smith,  Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, Lead Belly, Billie Holiday & the older jazz & blues people. In the (19)40’s, I was following the development of rhythm & blues, stuff like “Open The Door, Richard” – [Allen begins singing] – “Open the door, Richard/ Open the door and let me in” – You know that one? – To me, it  was some sort of apocalyptic opening of the gates of heaven! – People like Fats Domino and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins too – (We) used to go out and listen to mambo

Kerouac was interested. I always felt more like an intellectual Jewish poet rather than a down jazz musician but there was some kind of relationship between the kind of poetry I was writing & the free-form spontaneous jazz style. He used to listen a lot to bop, in the Village at the time, Charlie Parker was playing at a place called The Open Door, where they didn’t sell alcohol, (in those days the great jazz musicians were (all) illegal because of the cabaret license – if you’d been busted (even on something minor, like a little stick of grass, at a gas station in Delaware), you couldn’t get a license to play in cabarets. So people like Thelonious Monk were forbidden to play & make money in the (Big) Apple.) In 1960, I had the chance to hear a lot of Thelonious Monk, night after night at the Five Spot, where I also met Lester Young. (I) went out one night and turned out the junk with Thelonious Monk. [sic]. In 1960, I delivered psilocybin from Timothy Leary to Thelonious Monk and Dizzy Gillespie, to see what they’d say about it. Dizzy (‘s response) was - “Anything that gets you high, man” – Monk, when I asked him what happened, he said - “Got anything stronger?”

By historical lineage, there’s a connection, certainly. There’s a scene in Renaldo and Clara where (Bob) Dylan and I are improvising songs and talking over Kerouac’s grave in Lowell, Mass., and Dylan reads a poem from (Jack) Kerouac’s Mexico City Blues”. When that scene was over, they were filming us walking out of the graveyard, and I asked Dylan, why he was so interested in coming to Lowell, and what his knowledge of Kerouac was. He said – “That was my first poetry. Someone handed me a copy of Mexico City Blues in St. Paul and it blew my mind”. I asked “Why?, and he said – “It was the first poetry that talked American, that I could actually understand & read. It meant something to me.
Their styles are certainly of the same mode, the improvisational, accidental rhyme, inspired connections made up out of lightning-bolt flashes. (Dylan once described his method of making a tune as going into a studio & jabbering into the microphone, then going back into the control room and taking down what he said, improving it a little, then going back in & singing it).

Making it up at the mike. That’s what we did in 1971. I have one manuscript ,(the first and only version of which is on tape, and it’s on First Blues), a little gay song, “Jimmy Berman”. They (sic) were playing “Jimmy Brown, the Newsboy”, and I didn’t understand what it was. I said, “What’s that, Jimmy Berman? I heard you drop his name” (that was the beginning line) – “What’s he got to say? What papers is he sellin’?/ I don’t know if he’s the guy I met or aint…”

[Allen “excuses himself to go to the bathroom. As he hobbles off on crutches, he sings - “Jimmy Berman does (some) yoga, smokes a little grass.."]



Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Shrouded Stranger (Three Renditions)


The Shrouded Stranger

Last weekend we featured two tracks from the Michael Minzer-Hal Willner-produced Lion For Real - "To Aunt Rose" and "Lion For Real", this weekend, a couple more - 

First, the very early lyric (from 1949) -  "The Shrouded Stranger"

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The Shrouded Stranger

Bare skin is my wrinkled sack
When hot Apollo humps my back
When Jack Frost grabs me in these rags
I wrap my legs with burlap bags

My flesh is cinder my face is snow
I walk the railroad to and fro
When city streets are black and dead
The railroad embankment is my bed

I sup my soup from old tin cans
And take my sweets from little hands
In Tiger Alley near the jail
I steal away from the garbage pail

In darkest night where none can see
Down in the bowels of the factory
I sneak barefoot upon stone
Come and hear the old man groan

I hide and wait like a naked child
Under the bridge my heart goes wild
I scream at a fire on the river bank
I give my body to an old gas tank

I dream that I have burning hair
Boiled arms that claw the air
The torso of an iron king
And on my back a broken wing

Who'll go out whoring into the night
On the eyeless road in the skinny moonlight
Maid or dowd or athlete proud
May wanton with me in the shroud

Who'll come lay down in the dark with me
Belly to belly and knee to knee
Who'll look into my hooded eye
Who'll lay down under my darkened thigh?

"The song of the Shrouded Stranger of the Night", Allen can be heard at the beginning of this 1970 reading at New York's 92nd Street Y, reading from it here

A 1973 recording at Salem State's remarkable Jack Kerouac Festival may be heard here



The 1989 Lion For Real version may be listened to -  here 

Sleeve notes: "A Blakean Lyric, drawn from a childhood boogeyman sex dream under Paterson, N.J. choo-choo train Broadway overpass, my best 1949 rhymed poem. (Jack) Kerouac liked the genius of "I hide and wait like a naked child/Under the bridge my heart goes wild'. Marc Ribot's setting captures the railroad shuffle bones wispy phantom rhythm - Till this version I never realized the strangers gasping graveyard groan was a Hungry Ghost's hopeless cry for sexual help"

addenda - here's the poem both in English and Hungarian - and a menacing rendition by the Hobo Blues Band


Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Üvöltés - Allen & Lazlo Foldes' Hobo Blues Band




Our Christmas posting - Allen and the Hobo Blues Band's "Come Back Christmas" was from Üvöltés.   
Here's the whole album, released, in Hungary, on the Krem/Hungaroton label in 1987.

The line-up was Laszlo Foldes (vocals), Dezso Dome (drums), Laszlo Fuchs (piano, electric organ and synthesizer & vocals), Egon Poka (bass, guitar, synthesizer & vocals), Rudolf Janos Toth (guitar, violin & vocals) &  Allen (vocals and harmonium).


The track-listing - "Gospel Noble Truths" (sung in English), "Tear Gas Rag", "Guru Blues", "Come Back Christmas", "Cafe in Warsaw", "Sickness Blues" (again in English) and - side two - "Howl" (excerpts from Carl Solomonert's (sic) Hungarian translation of the poem, recited by Foldes against an increasingly swelling organ-bass-drums background)


Here's an alternative version (in fact, several alternative versions) of Allen's "Gospel Noble Truths"


and here's an alternative "Guru Blues".

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Seasons Greetings




Seasons Greetings from The Allen Ginsberg Project.

Here's Allen's "Come Back Christmas", recorded in 1987, and performed by the Hungarian Hobo Blues Band

Friday, August 19, 2011

Friday's Weekly Round-Up 37


[photo from The Garden of Forking Paths Outdoor Sculpture Project. Part 2.
series - by Didier ]

International edition. Images of Allen, right now, adorn a patch of bucolic woodland in rural Switzerland - The Garden of Forking Paths (the title is, of course, a Borges-ian steal) - an outdoor sculpture project, instigated by the Migros Museum, on the Blum family estate, in Samstagern, near Zurich, which features Canadian artist, Geoffrey Farmer, and his Ginsberg piece - "The Invisible Worm That Flies In The Night" (the line from Blake, of course). Various photographs of Allen are framed and displayed, mounted on trees in this unlikely setting.

Meanwhile, last weekend, in Trujillo, Peru - "Aullidos; poesia y narrativa" (presented as an hommage to "poeta norteamericano Allen Ginsberg". The event we hear went well. Here is the poster:


Next weekend he's celebrated in Romania


And here's Howl in a distinctive Hungarian (Lazio Foldes, "Hobo", from the Hobo Blues Band's 1987 recording of "Uvoltes")

Did we tell you that a Howl Turkish movie exists? You can watch the whole thing
here, (complete with English sub-titles).



Today, it behooves us to say, marks the 75th anniversary of the poet Federico Garcia Lorca's murder, at the hands of a fascist death squad, 1936, in the early days of the Spanish Civil War.