After a tough
year and a half many of us can now get out and about to hear live
music, perform, or join in seasonal singing. Those all-Christmas music radio stations
are already churning out their short rotation of holiday hits. TV specials from highbrow to hip
are on almost every night. There
are plenty of ways for you to get your jolly Jones for Yuletide tunes
satisfied. But if you are in the mood
for a quiet moment each day with a steaming mug of coffee, cocoa,
mulled something or other, or something stronger and more adult,
Murfin’s Annual Winter Holidays Music Festival is for you!
This is how it works:
Every year beginning on the day after Thanksgiving—Black
Friday if you must—until the
Feast of the Epiphany—the Day of the Three Kings—on January 6, I
will post a seasonal song, not only sacred and secular Christmas favorites, but songs celebrating the many winter festivals observed during this time of
year including Hanukkah, St. Nicholas Day, Santa Lucia, Winter Solstice, Boxing Day, and the New Year. I try to mix up the familiar with
what might not be so well known including songs from different cultures and new
music. Of course, there will be
plenty of time and space for the old chestnuts. Regular
followers know that I am especially fond of the secular songs of
the Golden Age of American Christmas
Music which stretched roughly from the early 1930’s to the late 1970’s.
I am also eager to get suggestions and requests. You can message me on Facebook, e-mail
pmurfin@scbglobal.net
, or post a comment
to a blog entry.
This year let’s kick things off with
a Thanksgiving song while the leftovers are still in the fridge.
As the festivities were winding
down yesterday Grandson #1 Nicholas Baily sat at the table and
watched his Grandma load him up with leftovers, he mentioned that
he would be listening to Adam Sandler’s Thanksgiving Song
on the drive back to his new place in Rockford. Nick is about 30 years old. I told him our Thanksgiving Song was Alice’s
Restaurant, which WFMT in Chicago obligingly plays
each Turkey Day. Plenty of aging
hippies cue up their venerable vinyl, find a CD, or
maybe even pops an ancient cassette tape into a surviving player to
hear it one more time.
Arlo, the son of the legendary
Woody Guthrie and modern dancer Marjorie Mazia, was only 18 years
old at Thanksgiving in 1965. He was
trying to stake out his own identity independent of the long shadow of Woody,
who was already hospitalized in the last stages of his battle
with Huntington’s Chorea. Away at
college in far away Montana he watched other acolytes,
notably Ramblin’ Jack Elliot, and Bob Dylan sit by his dad’s bed-side
and appropriate his musical mantle. Arlo was playing and singing around school
and small coffee houses but had no reputation of his own when he decided
to hitch-hike back East for a possible last visit to his Old Man,
and to settle into communal living in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. He attended a joyous holiday feast in the
old church building where he and many of the others crashed. Alice Brock, the former librarian at
a boarding school in town that Arlo had attended, and the proprietor of
a new counter cultural restaurant supplied most of the food.
After the dinner Arlo and a pal loaded
what he described as “half a ton of garbage” into a ramshackle truck to
take it to the local dump which they found closed for the holiday. Not knowing what to do, the pair simply dumped
their load in a ravine just off the road, not uncommon then in much of rural America. But when the local constable found a
letter addressed to Arlo in the mess, he arrested him, took him to jail, and
charged him with illegal dumping.
Arlo was convicted by a Justice of the Peace, fined,
and ordered to clean up the mess.
All of which Arlo did with more or less good humor, amused that
he had been made a convicted criminal for what he called littering. By the end of the decade many hippies
swept up in the emerging ecological movement, including Guthrie,
recognized the offense as far more serious than it seemed at the time. But that was in the future.
Having dropped out of
college, Arlo was called up for induction in the Army while
the Vietnam War was raging and being drafted has serious,
even fatal consequences. Arlo
showed up for his induction physical with no real plan of what to
do, and a cheeky, irreverent attitude. The scrawny kid who had a good chance
of inheriting his father’s fatal genetic condition somehow passed. Then his record turned up and he was rejected
as unfit for military service as a result of a criminal record
consisting solely of one conviction.
All of which Arlo described in detail in a rambling 18 minute story/song, Alice’s Restaurant Massacree he began to perform at his small gigs around the northeast. Boston WBAI Public Radio host Bob Fass got ahold of a tape of the song from a live performance and played it repeatedly on his overnight broadcasts. It became an instant word-of-mouth countercultural his and led Arlo to being signed to a major record label—Warner Bros. which released the song as the entire A side of Guthrie’s debut album, Alice’s Restaurant in 1967. It became an instant classic. Two years later in 1969 director Arthur Penn adapted the song into a movie with Arlo playing himself.
Arlo Stripped for induction in the Penn film.Arlo quickly became a major star on
the festival and concert circuit.
He performed Allice’s Restaurant at almost every performance until
the end of the Vietnam War made it less relevant. He also realized “I would never sing the song
for a virgin audience again.” He stopped
performing in by the mid-70’s and resisted all pleas or demands
that he do it. Eventually, he decided
that he would include it on tour for every 10th Anniversary of the
song. He did it for the 30th, 40th, and 50th
tours. His last public performance of it
was at his annual Thanksgiving concert in 2019.
After the Coronavirus pandemic canceled his planned 2020
farewell tour and a series of strokes impeded his ability to walk
and play guitar up to his own standards. Arlo announced that he would no longer book
any new shows.
Arlo’s beloved wife Jackie
died on October 14, 2012, shortly after being diagnosed with liver
cancer. He began a new relationship
with old friend Marti Ladd and just announced to his social media
fans that he and Marti will wed. They
now live together in Micco, Florida.
Meanwhile there is an active
campaign to have Arlo named to the Kennedy Center Honors. A lot of us geezers think it would be well
deserved.
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