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Farewell Pete Seeger

February 2, 2014 By Chris Corrigan Music One Comment

Well, Pete Seeger died last week.  And when giants like Pete Seeger die, there is an overwhelming flood of story and tribute that comes in.  I haven’t even scratched the surface of it, but here is one of the best retrospectives I’ve found.  That will serve as an excellent introduction to this man.

I was raised on Pete Seeger.  My dad had a bunch of Weavers records and he used to strum Seeger and Hays songs.  My musical upbringing and subsequent love and practice of folk music was directly attributable to Pete Seeger’s compelling hold on my father’s own desire to make music.  “If I Had a Hammer” might have been one of the first songs I ever learned.  “Abiyoyo” was so emblazoned in my consciousness that we named a tall transmission tower near my grandparents’ cottage for that giant.  “Little Boxes” described a future to be avoided at any cost.

I think many people who had just occasionally heard Pete’s folksy singing and storytelling had no idea of his fierce commitment to justice and his radical political beliefs.  Here is an amazing transcript of his testimony in front of the House Un-American Activities Committee in 1955. He did something in that hearing that was unprecendented: he refused to answer questions about his beliefs and his associations and his activities.  He considered the entire exercise Un-American itself, and a violation of his basic human rights.  For that he was sentenced to ten years in jail, and in 1962 he eventually had his case dismissed on appeal.

Pete Seeger stood as an important chronicler of the best of American life.  He fought for the voiceless and stood with the oppressed around the world.  He was the greatest friend of any truly just cause, and practiced his principles with shining integrity.  And he wrote and preserved and disseminated the people’s music to embolden the people when all other sources of their inspiration had been taken away.

 

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Of the musics you have ever got…

September 10, 2013 By Chris Corrigan Music, Travel

Home now from Ireland, with this marvellous extract from Flann O Brien’s “At Swim-Two-Birds” that somehow captures my experience of living a week in Ballyvaughn listening to the rush of na Gaeilige spoken from the mouths of scholars and poets and activists and to the floating tunes on the air of the night as I walked home from O Loclainn’s pub with the taste of Green Spot on my lips and my skin kissed by the breeze off the sea.

 

Of the musics you have ever got, asked Conan, which have you found the sweetest ?

I will relate, said Finn. When the se

ven companies of my warriors are gathered together on the one plain and the truant cleancold loudvoiced wind goes through them, too sweet to me is that. Echoblow of a gobletbase against the tables of the palace, sweet to me is that. I like gullcries and the twittering together of fine cranes. I like the surfroar at Tralee, the songs of the three sons of Meadhra and the whistle of Mac Lughaidh. These also please me, manshouts at a parting, cuckoocall in May. 1 incline to like pig grunting in Magh Eithne, the bellowing of the stag of Ceara, the whinging of fauns in Derrynish. The low warble of waterowls in Loch Barra also, sweeter than life that. I am fond of wingbeating in dark belfries, cowcries in pregnancy, troutspurt in a laketop. Also the whining of small otters in nettlebeds at evening, the croaking of smalljays behind a wall, these are heartpleasing. I am friend to the pilibeen, the red necked chough, the parsnip landrail, the pilibeen mona, the bottletailed tit, the common marshcoot, the speckletoed guillemot, the pilibeen sleibhe, the Mohar gannet, the peregrine ploughgull, the long eared bushowl, the Wicklow smallfowl, the bevil beaked chough, the hooded tit, the pilibeen uisce, the common corby, the fishtailed mudpiper, the cruiskeen lawn, the carrion seacock, the green ridded parakeet, the brown bogmartin, the maritime wren, the dovetailed wheatcrake, the beaded daw, the Galway hillbantam and the pilibeen cathrach. A satisfying ululation is the contending of a river with the sea. Good to hear is the chirping of little red breasted men in bare winter and distant hounds giving tongue in the secrecy of fog. The lamenting of a wounded otter in a black hole, sweeter than harpstrings that. There is no torture so narrow as to be bound and beset in a dark cavern without food or music, without the bestowing of gold on bards. To be chained by night in a dark pit without company of chessmen-evil destiny! Soothing to my ear is the shout of a hidden blackbird, the squeal of a troubled mare, the complaining of wildhogs caught in snow.

Relate further for us, said Conan.

It is true that I will not, said Finn.

With that he rose to a full treehigh standing, the sable catguts which held his bogcloth drawers to the hems of his jacket of pleated fustian clanging together in melodious discourse. Too great was he for standing. The neck to him was as the bole of a great oak, knotted and seized together with musclehumps and carbuncles of tangled sinew, the better for good feasting and contending with the bards. The chest to him was wider than the poles of a good chariot, coming now out, now in, and pastured from chin to navel with meadows of black manhair and meated with layers of fine manmeat the better to hide his bones and fashion the semblance of his twin bubs. The arms to him were like the necks of beasts, ballswollen with their bunchedup brawnstrings and bloodveins, the better for harping and hunting and contending with the bards. Each thigh to him was to the thickness of a horse’s belly, narrowing to a greenveined calf to the thickness of a foal. Three fifties of fosterlings could engage with handball against the wideness of his backside, which was wide enough to halt the march of warriors through a mountainpass.

I am a bark for buffeting, said Finn, I am a hound for thornypaws. I am a doe for swiftness. I am a tree for windsiege. I am a windmill. I am a hole in a wall.

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Pacing the Cage

June 5, 2013 By Chris Corrigan Music 3 Comments

Bruce Cockburn is probably my favourite songwriter.  This is Pacing the Cage, a hymn for our times:

Sometimes the best maps will not guide you

You can’t see what’s round the bend

Sometimes the road leads through dark places

Sometimes the darkness is your friend

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Life in the Beat Nation

May 28, 2013 By Chris Corrigan First Nations, Music, Poetry, Youth

 

Over the past 15 years First Nations artists in Canada have taken to hip hop as a powerful storytelling method.  First Nations hip hop is an incredible blend of traditional art forms, evocative imagery and raw and real exerpience relayed with a beat.  It’s as if hip hop was built for indigenous expression – being story based, status informed, poetic and underscored with a heartbeat.  I have a bunch of friends in this field including Skeena Reece, Jerrilynn Webster, Manik1derful, Rachel Oki, Wasaskwun Wuttunee and others.

Beat Nation was an exhibition of indigenous hip hop artists that closed in March 2010, but the site is still up and there is a great essay there from Tania Willard about the then current state of indigenous hip hop culture and one by Skeena Reece on hip hop in the indigenous context:

I think that a larger conversation needs to take place to really get to the  root of what I am talking about here. We are now seeing on a grand scale,  also due to the growing number of young Indigenous people coming of  age, a massive documentation process and participation in mainstream  culture. They are talking about their standards of living, their  communities, their hopes and fears, and we need to listen. We need to  open our eyes and really see what they are presenting and not just as a  last resort to avoid any great catastrophes: we need to use it as a first  resort for guidance in our roles as adults and guardians. Just as in any  massive form of communication, there are going to be sentimental  statements made, broad sweeping fears expressed and lots of  ‘documentation’ to examine, but we should really consider ourselves  lucky. Native youth, Native people, Indigenous people, hip hop people are  presenting ideas, making connections, drawing conclusions and asking  important questions. If we use this is as a basis of discussion, we can see  that they’ve taken a lot of guesswork out of the equation and what we are  left with is the essence of where they are at, exactly. As adults, educators,  helpers, historians and just plain human beings we need to honour this  subculture as much as we honour our own families. In doing this, we  honour ourselves, our people and our humanity.

 

Just cool stuff.

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Mentoring in the world of hosting

February 6, 2013 By Chris Corrigan Art of Hosting, Leadership, Learning, Music, Practice 3 Comments

All the best stuff I have learned about mentoring has been in the context of traditional culture, whether with indigenous Elders from Canada or in the traditional Irish music community.  Traditional Irish music is played and kept alive in a structure called a “sessiun.”  There is a repertoire of thousands of tunes, but most musicians who have played for a while will have a hundred or more in common, and that can easily make for a long evening of playing together.  Sessiuns are hosted by the most experienced musicians (traditionally a Fir a Ti, or Ban a Ti; the man or woman of the house).  These guys are responsible for inviting people in, inviting tunes, keeping a tempo that everyone can play with, resolving any conflicts”in short they are the hosts.

But the best ones are also the teachers and the mentors and they dispense wisdom, lessons, encouragement and direction during and between tune sets.  If you are smart and you are learning you try to sit near them in the circle to pick up teachings.
With Irish music, the best mentors I ever had always did a few things well:
  • They were better musicians themselves than I could ever imagine myself to be
  • They created space for me to play with them and gave me increasingly more responsibility from starting tune sets to perhaps playing a solo air to eventually sitting in for them if they couldn’t make it out to host a sessiun.  But they didn’t invite me to lead the session when I was just beginning.
  • When they knew I had a set of tunes down they invited me to lead that set.  If I had a slow air they knew I could play, they would invite me to play a solo.
  • They pointed out things that I could DO, rather than things not to do, and if they played flute (my instrument) they showed me on their instrument what they meant.  There was never any abstract conversations about the music or technique.  If I was doing something wrong, they would suggest an alternative (indigenous Elders, and especially Anichinaabe elders are very good at this.  There is something peculiar to traditional Anishinaabe culture that makes it very hard for an Elder to tell you NOT to do something.  They always point to doing something else.)
  • They protected me from “hot shots” who like to show off by playing tunes too fast for you to play with them.
  • And when I was ready I got invited into more and more responsibility with the sessions and was eventually invited to perform with them.  The day of becoming a colleague is a big deal, and I still feel that I can’t hold a candle to my teachers, even though they insist that we have moved into a co-mentoring relationship.
What was beautiful about all that was that, even when i became colleagues with my mentors I never lost the sense of gratitude of being able to play with them.  Even today 20 years later, it is a treat for me to play with those who taught me.
Mentoring in the art of hosting, of leadership of working with groups is the same.  It is a traditional practice.

 

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