Saturday, February 20, 2021

Going Back to [Our] Roots (TOTR 394)

 


An African-Americana Mix for Black History Month 2021

The Blind Boys Of Alabama - Run on for a Long Time
Richie Havens - Going Back to My Roots
Ray Charles - Hey, Good Lookin'
Etta James - Almost Persuaded
The Staple Singers - Will the Circle Be Unbroken
Miko Marks & The Resurrectors - Ancestors
Amythyst Kiah - Black Myself
Ben Harper - Black Beauty
Jake Blount - Brown Skin Baby
Carolina Chocolate Drops - Ruby, Are You Mad at Your Man?
Rhiannon Giddens & Francesco Turrisi - Wayfaring Stranger 
Valerie June - Rain Dance
Rissi Palmer - Best Day Ever
Leyla McCalla - Oh My Love
The War and Treaty - Take Me In
Yola - Ride Out In The Country
Amythyst Kiah - Doomed to Roam
Kamara Thomas & the Ghost Gamblers - You Wreck Me
Ondara - Days Of Insanity
Tré Burt - Last Hurrah
Julian Taylor - Love Enough
Shemekia Copeland - Ain't Got Time For Hate
Odetta - He's Got the Whole World in His Hands
Taj Mahal & Keb' Mo' - Waiting On The World To Change
Keb' Mo'- This Is My Home

Incredibly grateful to author & fellow-traveler Mark Kemp for his collaboration on this edition of Teacher On The Radio.

Check out my conversation with Mark Kemp on Ordinary Takes here:

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0MEYjy0a8B0Zesoh170OPV?si=Tyu0xDBiQ9eztnofFN8Yxg

Check out his Black Americana playlist “Another Country” here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jAEFv6LavJORkkGNnf6lD?si=3e4bfa61217843dd

I cannot recommend Mark’s book Dixie Lullaby enough, check it out here:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B001CB34IG/

Listen to these songs:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0399Z1QEJsOihd4XJQLB3h?si=3kC6T-LXRyWPSAahHKEAgw


Friday, February 19, 2021

Psychedelic Sobriety: A Wharf Rat's Journey Back To The Dead Zone

Audio: 
https://soundcloud.com/teacherontheradio/psychedelic-sobriety-dead-caucus-wharf-rat-talk

Slides:

 https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/e/2PACX-1vSEctlP2B5j5bfz1-dB1KDxzhYMJVYiqCqD7xsLirCAQ5agsD7nOASFD56nTLACVsYHNFIaS2afDebR/pub?start=true&loop=false&delayms=3000

Psychedelic Sobriety: A Wharf Rat's Journey Back To The Dead Zone

Andrew Smith, Tennessee Tech, presented at the Southwest Southwest Pop Culture Association, Grateful Dead Scholars Caucus, 19 February 2020, Albuquerque, New Mexico

For my second one [Grateful Dead Scholars Caucus], I decided to present and even inaugurate the festivities. 

It is such an honor to be here. I met Sarah last year, my co-presenter [for this session], and we both were happy to know there were other religious studies nerds in the caucus. Religion only slightly overlaps with my topic for today.

Most of you are familiar with the Wharf Rat movement, but maybe, have never heard a paper on it. As far as I can gather, there maybe has never been a paper of this kind on the Wharf Rats, although there have been a handful of articles and essays.

The title of my talk is “Psychedelic Sobriety: A Wharf Rat's Journey Back To The Dead Zone.” That actually will also factor into [the rest of] the talk, because it will show you how finding the Wharf Rats helped me rediscover the music and mythology of the Grateful Dead.

But I am going to start the way we do in my 12-step tradition—and just, if I don’t say it elsewhere in the talk, the Wharf Rats are not a 12-step organization, though there is a lot of overlap therein.

So I will say, “my name is Andrew, and I am a Wharf Rat.” [audience: “Hello Andrew.” Andrew: “Thank you. I love that.”] If I were at a meeting back home, I might say that I am an alcoholic, but I also qualify for other anonymous groups. My disease is me, and my disease is more, more, more, more, more. 

Just so you know my chronological credential, I was born in 1967. I believe that my conception may have occurred on the day of the “Human Be-In,” but I was conceived in Chicago, not San Francisco. But I was born in October 1967, and I share a [birth]day, October 9th, with John Lennon [he was 1940] and Gandhi. It is a special day. It [I] was [born] the day Che Guevera died. 

If you Google the Wharf Rats, you learn the basic arc of our history: Deadheads got clean and sober in the early 1980s, yet somehow managed to stay on tour, in part, by providing support at shows. 

I learned the phrase—“I am clean and sober music fan” at Bonnaroo in 2009—when I was barely sober, and I will tell you a little bit more about that story [here in a moment] in the talk.

[Here is a screen shot of a Wharf Rat newsletter from 2013. I am going to read you the Wharf Rat statement of purpose in case you have never heard it before.] “The Wharf Rats are a group of concert-goers who have chosen to live drug and alcohol free. Our primary purpose at shows is to make ourselves available to anyone who feels we may have something they want. We don’t tell others how to attend their show. 

We offer clean and sober support, strength, fellowship, and hope. We are not affiliated with Alcoholics Anonymous nor any other twelve-step group. We are a group of friends sharing a common bond, providing support, information, and some traction in an otherwise slippery environment. Look for the yellow balloons, signs, and the Wharf Rat information table.” 

So I meant to bring a yellow balloon. Didn’t bring that. But like all Deadheads, Wharf Rats are really into their swag and their merch. So I do have a bumper sticker: “You Don’t Need Dope To Dance.” I am wearing a Wharf Rat t-shirt, and I brought another one with me just to show: the movement has lots of swag. I have one other show-and-tell I will share [with y’all] in just a moment.

I sort of have a circuitous route to the Wharf Rats and to the Grateful Dead, so you are going to get to hear a little bit of my story, and this presentation is by necessity a bit autobiographical.

But you do know that the name Wharf Rats has a narrative history in the song “Wharf Rat.” And the line in the song “My name is August West” reminds us of our identification at meetings, and the saying “I’ll get a new start, live the life that I should” has become a motto for the Wharf Rat movement.

[Shows picture.] This is me at 15 in Germany, getting my first drunk. At a wine tasting. Nobody told me you sip and spit; nobody told me you only have half the glass. So I bottomed all six of those glasses. My hosts in Germany thought it was really cute to get the American drunk. 

That was my first sign that I have what some in recovery call an allergy to alcohol. That was in my jock days, but a few years later, I was a full-blown hippypunk, that’s where the story will pick up.

Back in the 1980s, I only dabbled in the Grateful Dead as a scraggly vegan “hippypunk” who first loved the bands U2 and the R.E.M. before getting high, and once I was high, I went for the desert psych of bands like the Meat Puppets or even the neopsychedelia of Camper Van Beethoven. 

That’s a just few of the 80s bands that I adored. There’s one band, the second part of their name is the surfers, in my new religious life, I cannot even say the first part of their name. But they are a very psychedelic punk band.

Fascinated by the pure origins of American folk rock, I probably resented the Deadhead label though, and stopped short of “getting on the bus,” even though I was utterly fascinated by Deadheads and the Dead and by what one friend called her encounter with “the acid god.” 

The attraction of potent mind medicines and the encouragement of long-haired mentors got me to two Grateful Dead shows, only two: my first was in Alpine Valley in the summer of 1987, and again, at Detroit’s Joe Louis Arena in spring of 1988. 

I remember, already when the drugs were starting to take effect before I got into the building at the Joe Louis show, seeing kids I knew from church camp in Ohio, at the Dead show, and it really messed with me. But I think it was a suburban rite of passage in the Midwest, for many of us, in the 80s, to go to our first Dead show. Of course that was 1987, I will make a point about that in a moment.

We caught the middle of three on that Wisconsin run, a sunshiny Saturday afternoon show, having driven through the early morning from Detroit, where I was working for the season as a salad chef in an upscale vegetarian joint. 

So 1987 was a very meaningful year for me. I was at Antioch College, the now almost defunct Antioch College. 

I had already walked 200 miles down the Florida coast as part of a mobile anti-nuke caravan; I had lived for a brief spell in poverty with Catholic Worker-style soup-kitchen protestants in Atlanta, Georgia, and then I had followed the first leg of U2’s Joshua Tree tour, through the American southwest, some of it for credit at that legendary Antioch in Yellow Springs. 

I do not have a lot to say about Yellow Springs, other than the fact that there were Deadheads everywhere. 

[shows picture]. This photo that I rummaged through my storage unit [just on Monday] to find, to bring to show you today, shows what I was, which was the peace punk. 

On the left you’ve got the stealie on the back of a jean jacket; I think putting it on the back of jean jacket was a big thing in the 80s. But you’ve got a DC reggae punk band the Bad Brains and the peace sign on the woman’s jacket. I don’t remember any of these folks’ names, but these were my classmates, at my first year at Yellow Springs.   

This of course was the summer for “Touch of Grey,” and while I resist thinking of myself as a come-lately bandwagon middle-class MTV-head, that essentially includes a little bit of what I was, even if days after my first Dead show, seeking more hippy cred, I also attended my first Rainbow Gathering in the North Carolina mountains. 

For a first time show, summer tour at Alpine Valley was magical and transcendent. Writing about the scene for my primitive fanzine, Babyfish, I recalled: “The hippies are swimming in the golf course hazards, they’re sun-bathing under trees, and fornicating on the fairways. What was once a parking lot has undergone a profound transformation into bohemian marketplace.”

I’m sure you all know this scene. “The gypsies are peddling incense, bells, tie-dyes, hand-woven colorful bracelets, LSD, crystals, stickers, and all forms of tribute to the cause of the phenomenon.” Nothing quite like your first show, nothing quite like your first Shakedown Street. The music had not yet started, and the drugs had not yet kicked in.”

Of everything in that amazing set, looking back and listening on Archive-dot-org, I get chill-bumps knowing that my first show would include a Tennessee Jed, seven years before I would ditch my Midwest roots for middle Tennessee. But also, a late show “Wharf Rat.” 19-year-old me at the very beginning of a two-decade drinking and using career, I got a “Wharf Rat” at his first show, a prophetic sign of something to come, far far far down the road. 

They say that even Jerry Garcia was clean and sober on that tour, and I cannot describe the feelings that knowledge now brings to me. Not a seasoned tape-collector or setlist scientist like some of you who can study the exponentially dense collection of extant recordings, but I hone in on just these two tapes from my own Dead shows for my sacred rediscovery. 

But if someone told me (and someone probably did tell me back then) that the Dead’s actual music only “worked” for audiences when we were high, I probably believed this myth. Truth be told, I was under the influence of LSD and other drugs and alcohol at my only two Dead shows. 

So are the narrative arcs and mystic architectures of the psychedelic experiences inherent to the Grateful Dead, is that now lost to the Wharf Rat, in our faded flashback memories? Can a person fully embody the Deadhead experience, especially the live show, without drugs, not even one over-priced beer?

Part of the purpose for my talking to you this afternoon is to show you how we Wharf Rats do it. I am going to get there in just a moment, and I have some testimonies from fellow sibling Wharf Rats.

For twenty-years, I drifted away from the Dead and fell deeper into alcoholism and other addictions. When I landed a teaching gig and a more stable income, my return to hardcore music fandom found me returning first to U2, but then also to the Americana and indie-rock scenes, with My Morning Jacket, out of Kentucky, being one of my favorite contemporary groups of this century. 

Living in Tennessee took me to Bonnaroo by 2006, catapulting me headlong into the modern festival scene. Spring break 2007, I followed the Jacket, first to Georgia and the 40 Watt Club, and then Florida, where I found a spot on the rail for the Jacket’s headlining set at a now-defunct festival called Langerado. And then, after one song, I blacked out, from too much absinthe and shrooms, which meant that I could never remember the show, much less the setlist, which was very awkward, because I was supposed to be covering it for an online fanzine. 

Being an alcoholic and addict meant that I could not do what others did freely. I cannot indulge in certain compulsive behaviors or use substances, even the sacraments, safely. What started out a good time, becomes a bad time, with frequent blackouts, wrecked automobiles, depleted bank accounts, and destroyed romances. They later told me in meetings: alcohol was your friend, then alcohol was your best friend, then alcohol was your only friend, and then, it tried to kill you. 

Fast forward to 2009, and you find me, a real rock bottom alcoholic, and hardcore music fan volunteering at Bonnaroo, with only forty days dry, after decades of drunkenness. Some yellow balloons called me to a circle of folks sitting in the grass in a patch of field, tucked behind a smoothie vendor. 

These were my people, recovering alcoholics and addicts -- and they were still heads. They gave up the drink and drugs -- but not the dance. Sobriety support meetings at shows? Yes, please. Listening to their shares, which were as much about drugs as about drinks, this lit up parts of my brain long dormant. 

Sobriety was a commitment and a lifestyle. The bottle was but a symptom. So no more marijuana and mushroom maintenance for me. 

Who were these people and where did they come from? 

These were the Yellow Balloon meetings, which I soon learned, had spun-off and descended from the Wharf Rats, a group of Deadheads who got clean and sober on tour, way back in the inebriated 80s, fans who initiated the set break support meetings, so abstinent fans could stay on the bus and continue to boogie. 

So perhaps, if the Deadheads could spawn a movement as meaningful and strong as 12-step meetings at major music festivals and on jam-band tours with spin-offs like the Phellowship, the Grateful Dead itself might be worth a closer look. 

Over the next few years, this is from 2009 until now, I started collecting Grateful Dead books, records, stickers, posters, and more, diving deeper and deeper into the canonical mythology of the collected songbook, which is why all of us come to an event like this. 

When Dead and Company formed in 2015, I finally got on the bus. I finally became the full-blown Deadhead they thought I was all along, just by looking at young me. Long before seeing or even hearing my first Dead song back in the 80s, I was told I was a Deadhead. Now you will find me catching as many shows as often as time and finances afford. 

Over this last decade of my sobriety, as I have dug deeper and deeper into my Dead fandom, and I have also discovered, this is really a topic for another afternoon, there are safe modalities for mind-altering experiences, which include exercise, yoga, prayer/meditation/contemplation, even participation in traditional religion, the psychedelic breathwork techniques developed by Stan Grof, and many many more. 

Most of all, a Dead show is a spiritual experience unto itself. 

For years, I was a fan of the poet Rumi, and I have always been a whirling dervish at heart, so I have developed quite my own spinning practice. Now the “official” spinners maybe have faded away, but spinning has not. So you will find me with the spinners at the show.

The Dead-flavored live music excursions are now for me what they have always been for many, an all-encompassing, transformative, physical, ecstatic, and spiritual experience.

It’s my audacious claim that the sober deadheads can receive a psychedelic epiphany at shows, enjoy some of the best sober support meetings around, get home safely, and remember the setlist detail the next day. Not only is there life after active addiction, it can be a miracle every day on the shakedown street of the spirit with china cat sunflowers and scarlet begonias all around. 

In preparing this talk, I sought out testimonies of some of my fellow Wharf Rats, and a few weeks ago, I created a private Facebook group to conduct some primary research and oral history. [If anyone is thinking about doing this, I even put a little “IRB-style” disclaimer in the Facebook group for everybody.] 

Our small group of Wharf Rats, we had combined at least 100 years of sobriety -- but more than 1000 Dead shows combined between us. 

To be a Wharf Rat, is to live in the paradox of being in Recovery from addiction within the context and culture where, for many of us, our addictions once thrived.

Years ago, one of the first years that my Anniversary Coin was Wharf Rat-themed, I posted a picture of my coin online, a non-Wharf Rat said, “Why do you have a Steal-your-face on your sobriety medallion? Like what is that about man? Aren't the Dead the defining celebration of everything you are allegedly recovering from?"

[So the t-shirts and stickers are not even as cool. I am going to pass this around, so everybody can feel how special this is. This is my ten year coin, that I picked up last May. I had it given to me by my spouse at a Wharf Rat meeting at Bonnaroo in 2019, for my ten year. Spread the love of that around.] 

So I wanted, for the last part of my talk, to share some of the testimonials from other Wharf Rats on this question. Because I think to be a Wharf Rat is to go hard at this paradox of being a Head, unapologetically being a Head, and being sober at the same time. 

So these words that follow are from my sister-brother-sibling Wharf Rats online:

-“For me the spiritual and transformative power of music has always been a constant. Additionally, ‘the scene’ was more about brotherly and sisterly love, personal expression, and collectively creating a slice of utopia in an otherwise dystopic world. None of that requires substances, and in fact getting all f-ed up can actually run counter to that. It is when my connection to music has waned are  the times I get in spiritual trouble.”

-“To me the Grateful Dead embody the single-minded purpose of folks from far and wide coming together to embrace a single moment together. What could be more spiritual than that?”

- “While I had fleeting moments of bliss and magical experiences, the majority of time I still spent in my head with my thoughts which were mostly negative. Fast forward to sobriety and the Wharf Rats, I today listen to more psychedelic music than ever before which I connect with on a deep and spiritual level. While my ego ran the show before and I was concerned with what others thought of my appearances, etc, that is not so much the case any more as I can often ‘dance as if no one is looking.’ Moreover, I hear subtleties and nuances in the music I never even knew existed before. And perhaps most importantly I can connect with people on a grand scale, while before I was a lonely person in a room full of people who felt like I was somehow fraudulent and did not belong or fit in.” 

[My friend who wrote that, I think he is talking about imposter syndrome. If you have heard of imposter syndrome, we professors have that a lot. If you are a professor and a recovering alcoholic, imposter syndrome is really a thing.]

-“I hear the music, I dance like crazy, and it has become a form of meditation for me.”

-“It went from having to use drugs to enjoy the music to having the music get me high.”

-“The joy of music, the gift of being transported, a place to talk to God. I’ve had more psychedelic experiences clean than ever before using. Music is therapy for me.”

[And one person described the scene at the table. 

So if you have been at a big show, recent shows, at Dead and Company, it is out where they have Participation Row. So that is where you can register to vote, for [pause] Bernie or whoever [laughter], where you can sign a petition, you can buy a charity guitar signed by somebody in the band, and all the other kind of non-profit swag, etc. So they have the Wharf Rat table set up there. So at a show or at festival or wherever, at the yellow balloons, we also give out candy and chocolate, very important to maintain your sugar levels when you are abstaining at a show, like that. 

This person says that a “wook” comes up to the Wharf Rat table and asked to borrow a pipe. [laughter] So then they explained, the Wharf Rats explained to the “gentleman wook” that we are recovering from drug and alcohol addiction, so we do not have any drug paraphernalia at our table. Sorry. 

He’s like, “Oh so you are like a subculture within a subculture.” 

When I was young and using actively, of course being a young alcoholic and drug user is a form of rebellion. So in a subculture where that is part of our rite of passage, it is kind of cool to be the sober kids, kind of rebelling against that part of our rebellion.]   

The scene is fabled to us, like this, could have been a threat to us in our active addiction, to our health, to our  mental health, to our spiritual well-being, to our physical health, not to mention the legal problems that some of us active users got into during the height of the drug wars, this same place, this scene is now a place for us for healing and hope. So I’m a Deadhead, I’m a Wharf Rat, I’m Andrew, that’s all I’ve got, thanks for hearing my story. 

 


Thursday, February 11, 2021

Playhouse Performs O'Neill's Elegy & Ours - for Dr. Kurt Eisen



Sometime in the Aughts (or the 00s if you prefer), my former boss and the late Kurt Eisen cornered me in the English Department suites that sit atop Henderson Hall. I can’t remember if Mark Creter was there, too, but they had discussed this idea, I imagine. 

For years, Kurt had been the resident theater critic for all the productions at the Backdoor Playhouse, as well as for many of the community productions on various stages around Cookeville. But in his new position as the Associate Dean, he felt too closely tied to the funding apparatus for the plays, to still be an appropriate reviewer. That was just Kurt, he had a strong personal code. He loved Mark and everything about the Playhouse enough to say, this is weird, we need someone else to step in and do these reviews. 

I was hardly an unbiased partner to the Playhouse, but I was a colleague and not a supervisor and had plenty of clips from my days as a Detroit entertainment journalist to suggest that I could. So I leapt at this chance. 

There would be so many meaningful shows to see and write about in the coming years. I always had my favorites, yet there were some productions that I just didn’t “get” and told Mark I just couldn’t write about. Occasionally, we’d recruit other colleagues, grad students, or English majors to spin their interpretations of the local thespian scene.  

But throughout the semesters of writing about theater and then not-writing-about-theater, of mostly admiring, and occasionally, getting frustrated with Mark Creter’s production choices, I certainly never anticipated typing-out my thoughts on the debut production of the “Kurt Eisen Essential Playwright Series,” finally inaugurated this year, in his memory, some 17 months after Kurt’s tragic passing after a struggle with cancer, in September 2019. 

Eugene O’Neill’s Hughie is just a strange little play with a trashy, talkative lead, a story where nothing really happens. It’s a one-act monologue that Mark could recite in just one afternoon of his many theater classes. As Joe Clark points out in his director’s notes, it’s an elegy and eulogy to “Hughie” by this character Erie Smith, played by Creter. And thus, this is the Tech theater’s tribute to its most loyal and late champion and patron, who was an international authority on O’Neill. 

The dry humor in the production does its due diligence to combat the drunken claustrophobia of the plotless circular ramblings of a well-dressed but goofily grotesque gambling man, on a grief drunk and actual drunk for his friend Hughie. 

Erie just corners the poor fool and foil known as the Night Clerk, played perfectly by Ryan Steele, whose facial expression alone, along with James Alder’s narrations from above, provide those brief, awkward laughs that the audience desperately needs. No really, Erie is that wayward and wasted prophet who closes the party with his intoxicated chatterbox. You thought you wanted to close down the bash at 5am, until this 4am stream-of-consciousness crap begins about poor Hughie. At least the Night Clerk is getting paid, we think.

The impact of all this is hitting me as I type. It doesn’t even start to come together until I talk to everyone after the show, and then it starts to sink in. Kurt gave Mark this script years and years ago, anticipating this production. So finally we have this lost gift, recovered for our friend, to forever memorialize him in this community, to our dedicated arts scene and to current and future students who never had the privilege of knowing Dr. Eisen. 

This drunken anti-hero of Erie Smith emerges later in O’Neill’s career, after the writer got sober around the age of 40. But the lineage of the writer’s own drunks must inhabit these crazed lit epiphanies. In a piece on the playwright as recovered drunk, Sean Braswell writes, “Indeed, O’Neill’s life illustrates alcohol’s double-edged sword: The playwright’s alcoholism as a young man not only shaped, and stunted, the trajectory of his career but also helped enrich his works, allowing him, especially once he was free of the bottle, to convert his characters’ battles with addiction into a form of tragic poetry.” It’s important for me to say in public that Kurt was there to witness my own sobriety, also around the age of 40 and my own tragicomic rantings that have followed. 

After watching one of the dress rehearsals, in my mask on a Tuesday night, a sober Creter is sitting on the Playhouse stage freestyling to a sober Smith about Erie’s bender of booze and longing. The wound is still open, Mark tells me. My wound for my friend and former boss Kurt Eisen is still open, too, truth be told. And then I look at my hand, which in popping-open a La Croix as my NA beverage of choice during the show, now seeing that I sliced open my finger on the aluminum tab and am bleeding. Mark immediately scurries into the halls to seek a bandage. 

Watching the inaugural Kurt Eisen series might open some wounds for you, too, if you knew Kurt, but the craft that Creter and Clark and Steele and Alder and others have invested in this show, is such a secure bandage of abiding love and creative community, that it will be worth risking any comparable re-opening of the scars of grief. Well-done, my friends. Well-done, indeed. - AWS 2/11/2021

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Winter 2021. The Kurt Eisen-Essential Playwright Series.

Hughie

by Eugene O’Neill

Directed by Joe Clark

Featuring Mark H. Creter as "Erie" Smith

Ryan Steele as a Night Clerk

James Lyle Alder as the Narrator

February 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 19, 20, 2021 at 8:00 p.m.

February 18, 2021 at 10:00 p.m.

February 20, 2021 at 2:00 p.m.

Streaming Performances on February 22, 23, 2021.

For more information call

(931) 372-3478 or email mcreter@tntech.edu


Saturday, February 6, 2021

The Song Collector (TOTR 393)

 



The Song Collector (TOTR 393)

2/6/2021

Chumbawamba - The Song Collector

The Paramount Singers - There's A Great Camp Meeting

Eva Grace Boone - We're Goin' Around The Mountain

Carl Mickens - Walk Together, Children

United Sacred Harp Musical Association - Present Joys

Word Of Mouth Chorus - New Jerusalem

The Carter Family - God Gave Noah the Rainbow Sign

Memphis Sanctified Singers - He Got Better Things For You

Golden Eagle Gospel Singers - Do Lord Remember Me

Aunt Molly Jackson & John Greenway - I Am a Union Woman

Charlie Poole & The North Carolina Ramblers -  White House Blues

Uncle Dave Macon - Buddy Won't You Roll Down The Line

Prince Albert Hunt's Texas Ramblers - Blues in the Bottle

Memphis Jug Band - Cocaine Habit Blues

Mississippi John Hurt - Coffee Blues

Jerry Garcia & David Grisman - Whiskey In The Jar

Allen Ginsberg - CIA Dope Calypso

Taj Mahal - High Water Everywhere, Part 2

Doc Watson - Mole in the Ground

Eliza Carthy & Richard Thompson - The Coo Coo Bird 

Steve Earle - Prison Cell Blues 

Wilco - James Alley Blues

Grateful Dead - Deal - Live in Veneta, Oregon 8/27/72

David Peel and The Lower East Side - God

The Fugs - Hare Krishna

Peter Rowan - All My Relations

The Holy Modal Rounders - Better Things For You

Bongwater - Kisses Sweeter than Wine

Nick Cave - Shine On Me 

Blind Willie Johnson - Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground

Lead Belly - Midnight Special 


Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Frog Songs Mixtape: 1985-1994

 

Frog Songs Mixtape - 1985-1994


This 8-track, 32-minute-lo-fi-mono mixtape is from the heart, on the occasion of the 30th birthday of the year 1991, taking me back home to my radical Detroit roots. Ripped on 1-31-2021 from playback on a Nakamichi Cassette deck to Audacity on a Lenovo laptop & then uploaded on February 2, 2021 to Soundcloud. None of the tracks are available anywhere in digital format, to my knowledge. [Ok some of them are probably on YouTube, maybe.] Some of these were extremely limited private-pressing cassettes. None of this is on Spotify. 

404 Willis was Detroit’s DIY ‘autonomous zone’ & music-poetry venue & art gallery & soup kitchen from 1991-1994. We opened our doors as some folks read Hakim Bey’s TAZ that same spring & it was a nonstop adventure until we closed our doors after three short years, only to move our energies nearby to the Trumbullplex, which by reports is still going strong after all these years.

This mixtape was born from my boxes & boxes of mostly neglected cassettes, as I have been enjoying some deep nostalgia about that pivotal year in a transformative period in my life. In this mix, I have tried to capture the spirit of the 404, the radical anti-authoritarian movements at that time period more generally, as well as the Detroit/Cass Corridor scene. Two artists not from Detroit that make it into this cut, were ones that both performed at the 404 when on tour, as we became the stop for lots of traveling punk, some folk, & otherwise independent & interesting artists. 

1 - The Don’t Look Now Jug Band - Frog Song - Live In The Attic - private press live cassette - 1988
2- Andy Sunfrog - Waiting For Richard - cassette rip from Living Poets radio show - private copy from DJ - 11/27/1994
3 -Roger Manning - Real Estate Blues - White Trash: NY Folk Volume 1 - 1988 - 109 Records
4- Lenny Pops - Talking Proletarian Blues - 1992- 404 Records (“recorded at Lisa & Sunfrog’s apartment”)
5- The Layabouts - I’m Tired - No Masters - 1985 - Non-Serviam - dubbed from a cassette dub of album
6 - Chumbawamba - Happiness Is Just A Chant Away - SHHH - Agit Prop - 1992
7- Mick Vranich & Wordband - Chains Across The Trees - Cloak Of Skin - New Alliance Records - 1994
8- Cathouse - Road Song - Virtue Undone - private press cassette - 1992

Saturday, January 23, 2021

We Get By (TOTR 392)


Danny Kroha - Before This Time Another Year
Mavis Staples & Ben Harper - We Get By
Gary Clark Jr.- What About Us
Raoul Kerr & Amani Kerr - No Flag
Cast of Hamilton - One Last Time
Father John Misty - Pure Comedy
Punch Brothers - The Angel of Doubt
American Aquarium - The World Is On Fire
The Decemberists - Everything Is Awful
Drive-By Truckers - Once They Banned Imagine
Roger Waters - Part of Me Died
A Perfect Circle - Disillusioned
Bob Mould - American Crisis
U2 - American Soul
Jim James - Same Old Lie
Tedeschi Trucks Band - Shame
Dead & Company - Touch of Grey - Live 7/2/18
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - Last of My Kind
Frank Turner - Be More Kind
The Avett Brothers - New Woman's World
Brandi Carlile - Hold Out Your Hand
Carrie Newcomer - That's the Way These Things Go
Andra Day - Rise Up

Broadcast live in January 23, 2021

Want to hear the songs? Listen Here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6k62Gu01rqYExllHq1bGjv?si=7qa-94hURqKUBXJ74pwgbg



Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Wanna Get Outta Here (TOTR 391)




(graphic is street art in Hattiesburg, MS, next to the T Bones record store and restaurant)

Resistance Revival Chorus - Ella’s Song

Rev. Sekou & the Holy Ghost - Neighbor 

Ray Charles - Georgia on My Mind 

Bessie Jones & the Georgia Sea Island Singers - O Day

The Wild Tchoupitoulas - Here Dey Come

Lonnie McIntorsh - Arise and Shine

Junior Kimbrough - I Feel Good Again 

Carolina Chocolate Drops - Cornbread and Butterbeans

The War and Treaty - Wanna Get Outta Here

Big Head Todd and The Monsters w/ Cedric Burnside - Ramblin’ On My Mind

Chuck Simmons & Wardell Quezerque - Lay It On Me, Pt. 1

Little Feat - Spanish Moon

Adam Arcuragi - She Comes To Me

Jim Clark - Peggy-O

Sam Amidon - Dry Bones 

The Civil Wars - Poison & Wine

The Head and the Heart - All We Ever Knew

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Teach Your Children

Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - Hope the High Road

Hiss Golden Messenger - Biloxi

JJ Grey & Mofro - Tupelo Honey

Steve Earle - Harlem River Blues

Justin Townes Earle - Graceland

Ben Harper & Soweto Gospel Choir & Jordan C. Brown - Fix You 

Dr. John & The Blind Boys Of Alabama & Nicholas Payton - What A Wonderful World 


Listen to these songs on Spotify here:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0YYyVlREHL5QPpvIIgz7Qw?si=sHBec0gxQXSXj-PKCUcK-g



Saturday, January 9, 2021

Sonic Sanity for Insane Times: Best Music of 2020

 


Friends of Teacher On The Radio and fans of good music. Seventy albums from 2020, plus a playlist with 111 songs!

  1. Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit - Reunions

  2. Possessed By Paul James - As We Go Wandering

  3. Ray La Montagne - Monovision 

  4. John Craigie - Asterisk to the Universe

  5. Margo Price - That’s How Rumors Get Started

  6. Resistance Revival Chorus - This Joy

  7. Ondara - Folk n Roll Vol. 1: Tales of Isolation

  8. American Aquarium - Lamentations

  9. Drive By Truckers - The Unraveling

  10. Nathaniel Rateliff - And It’s Still Alright

  11. Brian Fallon - Local Honey

  12. The Band of Heathens - Stranger

  13. Dawes - Good Luck With Whatever

  14. Phish - Sigma Oasis 

  15. Ruston Kelly - Shape & Destroy

  16. Sufjan Stevens - The Ascension

  17. The War and Treaty - Hearts Town

  18. Shemekia Copeland - Uncivil War

  19. Tyler Childers - Long Violent History 

  20. Brent Cobb - Keep ‘Em On Them Toes

  21. The Avett Brothers - The Third Gleam

  22. Maria McKee - La Vita Nuova

  23. The Porter’s Gate - Justice Songs

  24. Joshua Burnside - Into The Depths of Hell

  25. Kingdom in My Mind - The Wood Brothers

  26. Bonny Light Horseman - Bonny Light Horseman

  27. Sadler Vaden - Anybody out there?

  28. Mt. Joy - Rearrange Us

  29. Nahko and Medicine for the People - Take Your Power Back 

  30. My Morning Jacket - The Waterfall II

  31. Blitzen Trapper - Holy Smokes Future Jokes

  32. Flaming Lips - American Head 

  33. December - God Is Not A Man

  34. Matt Berninger - Serpentine Prison 

  35. Delta Spirit - What Is There

  36. Jake Blount - Spider Tales

  37. Casey Neill - Crow Hill + EP2

  38. David Wimbish - Surface Tension

  39. Rev. Yolanda - YolandaNanda

  40. Bill Fay - Countless Branches 

  41. The Chicks - Gaslighter 

  42. Bruce Springsteen - Letter To You 

  43. Jeff Tweedy - Love Is The King

  44. Julian Taylor - The Ridge

  45. Carbon Leaf - Gathering 

  46. Andy Frasco & the U.N. - Keep On Keeping On

  47. Laura Jane Grace - Stay Alive 

  48. AJJ - Good Luck Everybody

  49. Puscifer - Existential Reckoning

  50. Drive By Truckers - The New OK 

  51. Nada Surf - Never Not Together

  52. Mandy Moore - Silver Landings 

  53. William Elliot Whitmore - I’m With You

  54. Sturgill Simpson - Cuttin’ Grass

  55. Colter Wall - Western Swing & Waltzes and Other Punchy Songs

  56. Steve Earle - Ghosts of West Virginia

  57. Bob Dylan - Rough and Rowdy Ways

  58. Indigo Girls - Look Long

  59. Fleet Foxes - Shore 

  60. Danbert Nobacon, Kira Wood Cramer, & The Axis of Dissent - Mesmerica - Expect A Circus

  61. Delta Rae - The Light 

  62. Brennen Leigh - Prairie Love Letter 

  63. The Hanging Stars -  A New Kind of Sky

  64. Ben Seretan - Youth Pastoral

  65. Waylon Payne - Blue Eyes, The Harlot, The Queer, The Pusher & Me

  66. Raye Zaragoza - Woman In Color

  67. Sally Anne Morgan - Thread

  68. Tre Burt - Caught It From The Rye

  69. William Prince - Gospel First Nation

Playlist -

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1WG2lrkBsdasT2I76Ccd7i?si=hlLRnQRLS829USpVD8MuzQ