Mimi and Richard |
When
Richard Fariña hopped on the back of
a friend’s motorcycle for a quick
joy ride in the middle of a party celebrating the publication of his first
novel and his wife’s birthday in 1966, he was one of the most promising young
writers and musicians in America. A few minutes later he was dead at the
age of 29.
That
kind of tragic early death has made legends and cultural icons out of figures
like James Dean. But despite a devoted cult following, mostly
associated with the fans of his sister in law Joan Baez and wife Mimi Fariña,
his star has faded. Which is too
bad. He was a very talented man who led
the sort of swashbuckling life that should have attracted a lot of attention.
Partly
his obscurity lies in his own vagueness on the details of his biography. As an artist, he felt free to invent himself
and he often confabulated real experiences with romantic extrapolations from
their possibilities. He was not the
first to do so. Ernest Hemingway built a Nobel
Prize winning career convincing his readers that he was really the hero of
some of his most famous novels. Woody
Guthrie’s “autobiography” Bound for Glory was a novel about a
character named Woody Guthrie. His
friend and contemporary Bob Dylan
re-created himself chameleon like until there was almost no remaining
connection to Bobby Zimmerman of Hibbing, Minnesota.
This is what we think we know.
Fariña was born on March 8, 1937 in the Flatbush
neighborhood of Brooklyn, a stew of ethnicities. His father was Cuban and his mother Irish.
He would build mythos on both of those ideas. In childhood he spent some summers with his
father’s family in Cuba. He made his
first trip the British Isles, and especially to his mother’s Ulster
in 1953 while still in high school.
Back in Brooklyn, the boy was a star pupil in the Catholic
and public schools he attended. In
January of 1955 he graduated from the elite Brooklyn Technical High School,
where he was
president of the General Organization
which directed all extra-curricular activities at the school, Chief Justice of
the Student Court, and had his own
column in the school newspaper.
Returning
to Northern Ireland Fariña became in
some way involved—and may have even joined—the Irish Republican Army (IRA). He may, or may not, have taken part in active
operations in the IRA low level guerilla warfare against the British “occupation” of the North. He incorporated the experience in short
stories he promoted as autobiographical.
With
the help of a prestigious Regent’s
Scholarship—a full ride—he
attended Cornell University. At the urging of his father he began
engineering studies but quickly grew
bored and switched to an English major. He was crafting short stories and poems as an
undergraduate as well as being a part of a thriving literary community on
campus that included his closest friend, the future novelist Thomas Pynchon.
In
his junior year he made national headlines when he was charged with riot in a
student protest against restrictions on female students led by his friend Kilpatrick Sale. Despite what Sale considered peripheral
involvement, he became the face of a minor cause célèbre when 22 students were placed on trial by the school. Eventually he and Sale were “paroled” and
allowed to remain in school.
Although
Fariña returned to Cornell for his
senior year, he dropped out in 1959 before graduation. His college life, however, became the fodder
for the novel Been Down So Long it Looks like Up to Me.
After
graduation he took another trip to his ancestral Cuba, then on the cusp of revolution. He soaked up the atmosphere and aura of intrigue
in Havana and may have even made
contact with and done some minor collaboration with revolutionary cells in the
city.
Soon
back in New York he took a job offer
as a copywriter at the top advertising
agency in the city, J. Walter
Thompson. Was he “selling out” or
just following the familiar career path of some of his literary heroes like F. Scott Fitzgerald? No matter.
He was soon bored, restless, and alienated. He started to submit his stories and poems to
literary magazines.
Previously
a jazz aficionado, Farina began to
haunt bohemian Greenwich Village and
particularly the rich, socially conscious folk
music scene that seemed to be staking out a new cutting edge in American
culture. The legendary White Horse Tavern was a special
haunt. There he fell in with the Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers. He was particularly close to the Northern
Irishman Makem, with who he would drink and sing all of the old rebel songs.
Within
a very short period of time he was drawn into that world, if only on its periphery. He gave up the lucrative advertising agency
job and was soon scrounging with the rest of Village Beats.
In
1960 he re-connected with beautiful folk singer Carolyn Hester, then a leading star to the folk-revival scene who
he had first encountered during a drunken evening of rebel song with Makem at
the White Horse the year before. After
an intense 17 day courtship the two married.
Without
a job Fariña appointed himself Hester’s manager. What many saw as a loving collaboration,
others viewed as his crude cashing in on a meal ticket. Although not previously a performer, he soon
put himself of stage between her sets reading his poetry with a brooding
intensity. He was present in the studio
when Hester recorded her third album with the then virtually unknown Bob Dylan
sitting in on mouth harp. It was the beginning
of a close personal relationship with Dylan and his set.
Legendary
Appalachian traditional folk artist Jean Ritchie introduced him to the
simplest of all folk instruments, the three string mountain dulcimer. When he
and Hester briefly took up residence in Charlottesville,
Virginia to study the music, she gave him a dulcimer of his own. Soon he was sitting up on stage with Hester accompanying
her on the instrument and occasionally singing harmonies.
The
couple toured widely in the United States and then in Europe, particularly Scotland
and the British Isles. He got himself
co-billed with her at the Edinburgh Folk
Festival and separately recorded a four song EP with the popular Scottish duet Rory and Alex McEwen
despite having barely mastered his new instrument. She grew increasingly resentful of his
relentless self-promotion and intrusion into her career.
After
he met the beautiful 16 year Mimi Baez, sister of rising folk star Joan and openly flirting with her at a
summer picnic with fellow musicians in the French countryside, Carolyn
abandoned her husband in Europe and returned to the states to record a new
album without him and file for a hasty divorce.
The
affair between Fariña and Mimi blossomed despite an eight year age
difference. Mimi’s stunning beauty and
the Latin/Celtic heritage they shared—her father was Mexican and mother Scottish--had him hooked on her. His charm, intensity,
and way with words won her over. The couple
was secretly wed in Paris, without the knowledge of her family because of her
youth.
They
were publicly married in April of 1963 with Pynchon as his best man and Joan and
the Baez in attendance. By that time
Mimi was 17. They set-up housekeeping in
California’s Big Sur in picturesque Carmel near Joan and began on collaborating
on new songs for a stage act and recordings.
She wrote the melodies, sometimes with the aid of her sister, and he
wrote the words, some of them adapted from previous poems.
This
time spent in California, along with frequent trips back to New York where the
couple immersed themselves in the circle around Dylan and Joan, was filled with
hours of music. Time spent jamming with
friends and honing a craft. Fariña was
becoming the musician he only pretended to be with Carolyn Hester.
All
this time he had also been working his novel and getting his stories published
in increasingly prestigious magazines.
The
young couple debuted their act as Richard
and Mimi Fariña at the Big Sur Folk
Festival in 1964. Their ecstatic reception
there won a contract with Joan’s record label Vanguard. They recorded
their first album that fall with the help of old friend, guitarist Bruce Langhorne who had worked with
Dylan.
Awaiting
the album release they played the folk circuit around Cambridge and Boston
that winter where they became favorites for their unique blend of Appalachian
inspired songs, lyrical expression of ecstatic joy and of death obsessions, and
strong protest music.
The
album, Celebrations for a Grey Day, was released in April of
1965. Surprisingly, almost half the
songs on the album were instrumentals which showed off how he had advanced on his
simple instrument and learned to weave it with Mimi’s supple guitar work with
unique rhythms. Songs on the album
include their most familiar tune, Pack Up Your Sorrows, the more
complex Reno, Nevada, Richard's ballad of Civil Rights martyrs Michael,
Andrew, and James, and the title song.
Although
folk music was being eclipsed on the radio and in many college dormitories by
the British Invasion and rise of a
new, sophisticated form of rock and
roll, Celebrations for a Grey Day was
a solid hit among folk fans. I owned a
copy and it was among half a dozen albums that I nearly wore out.
Richard
and Mimi became true folk music super stars with their appearance at the Newport Folk Festival. They won awards in a Broadside magazine poll in
three categories—Best Group, Best Newcomers, and Best Female Vocalist.
Those
were heady days. Richard felt he had
finally won recognition and “victory” after years of struggling in artistic
obscurity.
They
quickly began work on a second album, Reflections in a Crystal Wind. This
album was even more ambitious, and featured much more of Richard lyrics. Memorable songs included Chrysanthemum, Sell-Out Agitation
Waltz, Hard-Loving Loser, House Un-American Blues Dream, Miles, and Children
of Darkness. It was, quite
simply, a masterpiece.
Fariña
announced a reduction of public performance late to concentrate on writing,
both music and finally finishing the manuscript of Been Down So Long it Looks Like Up to Me with which he had been
struggling intermittently since 1961.
But he had new found confidence in himself as a writer, not just a
character in the role of a writer. His
new fame also assured that major publishers would be interested. He completed a final draft in six intense
months of work and Random House picked
it up.
After
celebrating the launch of the book in New
York City with all of their friends there for a major book signing and
reading, to perform on Pete Seeger’s
Rainbow Quest TV show, and celebrate his 29th birthday with his family in
Brooklyn.
They
flew back to California for a triumphant appearance at the San Francisco Folk Festival and then returned to Carmel. On April 30 the day started off with a laid
back book signing at a local bookstore and continued at the combination book
and birthday party for Mimi on April 30.
Then,
in the midst of the celebrations, he was dead in a motorcycle crash. Mimi, just turned 21, was devastated. Sister Joan, who had grown very fond of
Richard and with whom she had collaborated in the establishment of her Institute for the Study of Non-Violent
Action was also shaken, but felt the need to be strong for her sister.
With
the author young and dead, his book became a success, especially on the college
campuses where some regarded it as sort of a manual. Pynchon thought it was a work of genius which
spoke for a generation, “coming on like the Hallelujah Chorus done by 200 kazoo
players with perfect pitch... hilarious, chilling, sexy, profound, maniacal,
beautiful, and outrageous all at the same time.”
Today
it is dismissed as little more than a cultural artifact, but it stands with the
work of Terry Southern, Richard
Brautigan, Tom Robbins, and
Pynchon himself as the literary legacy of a generation.
Joan
and Mimi consoled themselves with preserving Richard’s memory. Together they assembled a posthumous album
which included previously unreleased material and songs from an unfinished rock
album that Richard was producing from Joan.
Songs include Joy Round My Brain, a stunning a capella traditional sea chantey Blood Red Roses, Morgan the
Pirate, and All the World Has Gone By.
Still
later, Joan produced a tribute album that included Richard’s powerful ballad, Birmingham
Sunday and her own salute to Richard and to Mimi’s eventual recovery
and remarriage, Sweet Sir Galahad.
Together
Mimi and Joan collected and got to publication an anthology of his later short stories and poems. Long Time Coming and a Long Time Gone
contains some very interesting writing.
Pynchon
memorialized his friend in a moving essay and by dedicating his second novel, Gravity’s
Rainbow to his memory.
Despite
all of this, fame is fleeting, and Richard Fariña is mostly cherished in the
fading memories of a generation that recalls his brief burst of glory.
Today’s
poem was written during the period when he was still in Europe. It was picked up and set to music by Sandy Denny of the seminal English Folk/Rock group Fairport Convention who recorded The
Quiet Joys of Brotherhood on her first solo album. Richard and Mimi recorded a slightly
different version in a session which became the first cut on the posthumous album.
The Quiet Joys
of Brotherhood
Where gentle tides go rolling by
Along the salt-sea strand
The colors blend and roll as one
Together in the sand
And often do the winds entwine
To send their distant call
The quiet joys of brotherhood
When love is lord of all
Where oat and wheat together rise
Along the common ground
The mare and stallion light and dark
Have thunder in their sound
The rainbow sign, the blended flood
Still have my heart enthralled
The quiet joys of brotherhood
When love is lord of all
But men have come to plow the tides
The oat lies on the ground
I hear their fires in the field
They drive the stallion down
The roses bleed, both light and dark
The winds do seldom call
The running sands recall the time
When love was lord of all
Along the salt-sea strand
The colors blend and roll as one
Together in the sand
And often do the winds entwine
To send their distant call
The quiet joys of brotherhood
When love is lord of all
Where oat and wheat together rise
Along the common ground
The mare and stallion light and dark
Have thunder in their sound
The rainbow sign, the blended flood
Still have my heart enthralled
The quiet joys of brotherhood
When love is lord of all
But men have come to plow the tides
The oat lies on the ground
I hear their fires in the field
They drive the stallion down
The roses bleed, both light and dark
The winds do seldom call
The running sands recall the time
When love was lord of all
—Richard
Fariña
Thank you. I did not know too much about his history before your post. Have been a fan of Richard and Mimi since 1967.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much! I've been an RF fan since I found his book displayed at Cornell's Uris Library in the 80's, celebrating the 20th anniversary of BDSLLLUTM's publication. I've been a big fan of his & Mimi's albums for a decade. Hopefully, today's youth can bust through the Establishment's crust and affect the necessary change, stalled for half a century.
ReplyDeleteCan you print the words from ode to a gray day?
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