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Thirty-Five Years of Princeton Folk Music

There’s a mesmerizing quality to folksinger Ramblin’

Jack Elliott’s performances. In the late 1950s, a young Mick Jagger

was inspired to buy his first guitar, and did so, the day after

hearing

Ramblin’ Jack Elliott sing and tell stories on a train platform in

Rochester, England.

More recently, about 50 of us — including Pete Seeger — were

spellbound when Elliott performed at the North American Folk Alliance

Conference in 1996, in Washington, D.C. Elliott performed in a small

ballroom at a hotel in Washington, having performed to a larger crowd

at lunch that day. He swaggered up to the microphone in his cowboy

boots, stood there and held the audience’s complete attention for

the better part of an hour, playing simple riffs on his guitar,

drawing

everyone in with his enunciation and drawling singing style, and

telling

a few funny stories in between tunes.

To be sure, Elliott is a master showman and a veteran of thousands

of performances in all sorts of venues around the world including

one he did in Colorado in the early 1970s, by phone. He was in western

Nebraska, running more than a few hours late, and the venue was in

Denver, so he phoned it in.

"I called it in and sang a bunch of songs over the telephone,

and I could hear a bunch of people laughing and clapping in the

background,"

Elliott relates.

To Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, doing a show is as natural as waking up

in the morning and going to sleep every night.

Elliott headlines the 35th anniversary show for the Princeton Folk

Music Society, with Les Sampou and Debby McClatchy, on Saturday,

October

27, at 8 p.m. at Nassau Presbyterian Church.

Saturday’s day-long celebration, which includes an afternoon

children’s

show by Mae Robertson and Eric Garrison, marks the 35th anniversary

of the Princeton-based non-profit folk music preservation,

presentation,

and education group. McClatchy’s songs should satisfy the

traditionalists

in the audience, while Sampou’s original blues and ballads should

make the contemporary folk fans happy. The afternoon show is designed

to please children and families, and Elliott’s headline act is bound

to please folk traditionalists, blues fans, and fans of country music,

which is often called "the white man’s blues."

"My live shows always incorporate some country, some traditional

folk songs, and some blues," Elliott explains from his home in

rural California, about 30 miles outside San Francisco. Asked about

his songwriting, Elliott admits, "I’ve written about four songs

over the last 40 years. I’d like to say I’ve written more songs, and

I could have earned more money as a songwriter, but as it is, I have

to keep flying on these airplanes all the time."

"I’m supposed to be called `Ramblin’ Jack,’ and I really don’t

like rambling so much anymore," the 68-year-old folksinger

explains.

As he speaks by phone, he isn’t looking forward to his upcoming tour.

The travel agent has given him middle seats on almost all of his

flights,

and he is none too happy about that. "I’m not a licensed pilot,

but I’ve flown a few small planes. I like flying, but I don’t

particularly

like being in a big plane when someone else is flying," he

continues.

Throughout the 1970s, ’80s, and ’90s, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott has

remained

one of the last living links — along with Pete Seeger — to

Woody Guthrie’s wandering folksinger tradition. Guthrie died in

October,

1967, from Huntington’s disease, but for much of the late 1940s and

’50s, Elliott traveled a lot with Guthrie, who sometimes also traveled

with Seeger and Huddie Ledbetter, better known as Leadbelly, before

his death in 1949.

Elliott was born Elliott Adnopoz in Brooklyn, in 1931, the son of

a Jewish doctor father and a high school English teacher mother. As

a boy, he became fascinated with the American West and cowboys. A

friend taught him to strum a few chords on a guitar, and after some

formal higher education at the University of Connecticut and Adelphi

College in New York, he dropped out to pursue the life of the

wandering

folksinger, specializing in cowboy songs.

"I was supposed to be a doctor," he explains, "but I just

wanted to be a cowboy. I didn’t want to have anything to do with the

past or their religion, or anything that reminded me of my

parents,"

he adds, "and they were good people, God bless ’em, I just felt

like their lifestyle and their attitudes were a little too

constricting

for a free soul. I think I must have been accidentally born in the

wrong house!"

Coming from a middle class Jewish background, his

parents

were naturally disappointed when they saw young Elliott was not

serious

about getting an education. Visions of Allan Sherman’s album, "My

Son, The Folksinger" came to this reporter’s mind, and when told

this, Elliott laughs.

"Success is always nice for people who wanted respectability and

stuff, and I finally got that after a few of the Newport Folk

Festivals

in the 1960s," he explains. So at least his parents were able

to see their son the folksinger was making some progress in his chosen

field. "My parents and I just didn’t see eye-to-eye about the

world. They wanted me to go to college and be a doctor, and I

obviously

didn’t fulfill that dream for them."

However, by 1951, the young Elliott became acquainted with Guthrie,

and he got his higher education from hanging around with the likes

of Guthrie and Seeger. "Woody was like my savior, Woody and his

wonderful, lovely wife," Elliott recalls, adding that he lived

with the Guthrie family for a time in the 1950s at their house in

Brooklyn. Asked what kernels of advice Guthrie gave him, Elliott has

to pause and think.

"From him, I learned how not to play the guitar, how not to get

too fancy, how to just stay on the bass strings when you’re playing

with another instrument," he recalls, "and not to get all

fancy and show-offy. I admit, I admire a lot of my fellow musicians

who play these incredibly intricate passages on the guitar that I

couldn’t hope to duplicate. In my live shows, I just sort of play

rhythm with the guitar and tap my foot."

Recently, Elliott’s daughter, Brooklyn-based filmmaker Aiyanna

Elliott,

has received across-the-board rave reviews for her independent film,

"The Ballad of Ramblin’ Jack." Even though it doesn’t paint

a particularly flattering picture of Elliott as a father, it does

capture the essence of who Elliott is, he argues.

"Have you seen the movie?" he asks, excitedly. I hadn’t, but

I have read that the film paints a picture of him as an absentee

father.

"Yes, I wasn’t around much, and I did have to travel a lot,"

he says, "but she never really makes it clear in the movie that

she and her mother were out of touch, too. She preserves that feeling

of angst and carries it right through the movie.

"She does a great job of reportage and showing my career from

a kid on up, and the rodeos and other things I liked to do, but on

the point of being a disappointed daughter, it’s a little misleading.

She doesn’t explain the fact that she and her mother had run off with

this hippie guy, and that’s why I wasn’t around much. They took off,

stole the VW bus, and disappeared for about two years, and in spite

of that I was able to cross paths with them and I tried to be a

helpful

daddy in that period."

"And then we got back together for the sake of our daughter and

tried to live as husband and wife for a year, but married life did

not work out, so I instigated a divorce and still wanting to keep

on the friendly side of my daughter and my wife, I would visit them

when they lived in Santa Cruz," he explains. By that point, he

was also based in northern California, when he wasn’t on the road,

that is, which was most of the time, since that was his job, to stay

on the road and play shows for people, he adds.

"But she’s gotten tremendous reviews and I’m very proud of

her,"

he says. "But in spite of all the great press, it’s not getting

the big crowds in. I myself went on the road and did eight and nine

interviews a day for 18 of the 30 days that I was on that promotional

trip. But in spite of all the great press, the people are not flocking

to see it," he complains.

This might have something to do with the fact that most 20 and

30-something

fans of today’s popular music, when told of the film, are likely to

say `Ramblin Jack who?’ After all, folk music and blues are almost

absent from commercial radio and Hollywood film.

Elliott won a 1996 Grammy Award for his brilliantly recorded

"South

Coast" album for Red House Records, yet he still records for a

variety of small, independent labels. His other recent albums include

"The Long Ride" and "Friends of Mine," the latter

pairing him with the likes of Emmylou Harris, Arlo Guthrie, and the

Grateful Dead’s Bob Weir. Both "The Long Ride" and

"Friends

of Mine" were produced by Roy Rogers for Hightone Records. The

soundtrack to "The Ballad of Ramblin’ Jack" film was released

earlier this year on the Vanguard label.

Asked what Rogers — who produced a string of Grammy-winning albums

for John Lee Hooker in the early 1990s — brings to the recording

console, Elliott is frank.

"I don’t like anything about recording, except that I have a good

guy, in Roy, to work with," he relates. "I call him `da

coach.’

He’s very professional and sometimes a little bit too hard driving,

but he knows how to get the best out of me."

"Even when I think I’m exhausted and can’t do another take, and

I thought I did it well enough, he’ll tell me, `First of all, you

sang that one word flat again,’ on that song, `and secondly, I think

you’ve got another take of that song in you.’"

Not surprisingly for this veteran road troubadour, storyteller, and

master showman, he adds, "My favorite thing to do is to play live

in front of an audience."

— Richard J. Skelly

35th Anniversary Gala, Princeton Folk Music Society,

Christ Congregation Church, 55 Walnut Lane, 609-799-0944. Mae

Robertson

and Eric Garrison present the family concert. $5; children $3; or

$12 per family. Saturday, October 28, 2 p.m.

Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Nassau Presbyterian Church, 61

Nassau Street, 609-799-0944. The 35th anniversary gala featurese

Ramblin’

Jack Elliott, Debby McClatchy, and Les Sampou. $18. Saturday,

October

28, 8 p.m.


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