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Thread #142539   Message #3358458
Posted By: Desert Dancer
02-Jun-12 - 03:25 PM
Thread Name: Woody at 100 - born in 1912, died 1967
Subject: RE: Woody at 100
Ross Altman has a review of the Rounder My Dusty Road boxed set at Folkworks.org.

This, in Ross's way, is more than a review, with musings on Woody's creative output:
He lived to be 55, but for all intents and purposes his creative life lasted roughly 10 years, from the age of 27, when he was first recorded by Alan Lomax for the Library of Congress, to 38, when he was first admitted to Brooklyn State Hospital for the genetic illness that killed his mother.

In those eleven years he wrote—at first estimated as 1000 songs—now more likely to have been three thousand.

About the set he says,
My Dusty Road is a testament to an artist who never much cared about expressing his feelings; what he cared about was to tell a good story, to communicate an idea, to document a time and place and event with all the detail he could pack into 17 verses, as he did with The Ballad of Tom Joad, eliciting a mock-angry letter from John Steinbeck, who told him, "F—k you; you told the story of the Joad family in one song that took me 250 pages to write."

But what makes this collection so extraordinary, as Arlo Guthrie told a recent audience at The Grammy Museum, is its sound quality, often making available for the first time the actual keys that Woody sang in.
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And now Rounder Records has released their buried treasures of 54 extraordinary performances by Guthrie in his prime, ten years before his hand coordination and vocal timbre was ravaged by the onset of Huntington's Disease; it's like finding the lost library of Alexandria and making it public once again. To me, it's like unearthing the Dead Sea Scrolls.
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Rounder has truly performed a public service, bringing America's greatest folk singer the scholarship he deserves. The liner notes are by Prof. Ed Cray and Rounder's co-founder Bill Nowlin.
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This Rounder Records tribute to Woody, My Dusty Road, was made for you and me.


~ Becky in Tucson