Sarah Jarosz could possibly be tired of Gillian Welch comparisons (although probably not), but her music is so emotionally complex and sonically mature there just aren’t many other comparisons to be made. Her latest, Undercurrent (Sugar Hill Records), shows a singer/songwriter that’s willing to explore the depths of life, both internal and external, and craft timeless melodies around her discoveries. The bluegrassy roots out front in her early work are used sparingly here, heard more as subtle foundations, which allows her voice and raw melodic approach to carry the songs. What is out front is Sarah’s confidence and ease of exposing the nerve endings scraped raw by the ephemeral nature of young love, both true and forbidden. I guess I'll stand right here and hold my tongue Maybe I'm not the only one 'Cause do you feel this undercurrent And the changing of the tides? When I'm with you, baby We've got everything to hide
--Everything To Hide
One of her most impressive abilities is to take under-represented acoustic instruments; such as an octave mandolin, cello, and open-back banjo, and bring forth sonically fresh sounds that are directly in the Americana music landscape, but also weave in and out of the terrestrial and angelic. (Again, there’s only one other musician comparable here--it must be lonely at the top for these two.)
Jarosz’s singing voice, which, in my opinion, seems to be overshadowed by her songwriting and instrumental abilities, is so full and natural that it easily carries the stripped down nature of these songs. In “Take Another Turn” her voice exudes the confidence of an eternal seeker “What does it mean to be hungry? / Hungry and hunting and wild / And only the best will allow you to rest / till you’re hungry again come the morning time”
In the tracks “Back Of My Mind” and “Comin' Undone” Jarosz slyly introduces us to her electric side with a pedal steel, an electric guitar, and a B3 organ, all composed and played with such taste and patience you’d be forgiven for not being consciously aware of their presence. The effect is an underlying sense of young American angst with all the genuine honesty you’d expect out of the 25 year old Jarosz.
Undercurrent is not an album about love, it’s an album that confronts the loss of love as coming-of-age requirement to be faced head-on before any possibility of real love can be realized. It’s an album that knows nothing real can ever be gained through starry-eyed romanticism, but that only embracing and understanding the depths of heartbreak can we learn who we truly are and where we are going. The realism of the emotional revelations and the surprising reminder of how much “new” can still be found within these “old” instruments makes this album not just a success, but a pivotal marker in Sarah’s long career ahead.
--Brian Paul Swenk
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A few days ago the song "Wagon Wheel" won a Grammy. I'm here to say that no other song has deserved a Grammy more in the past several decades, at least. It's not because it is the best song that has been written in the last 30 years, even though it is and always has been a great song. But there is no other song that has traveled such an amazing path throughout its lifetime as this one. It is the Indiana Jones of songs, traveling though the past and present, through all walks of societal and economic sub-strata of American life. From the top musical pantheon to a lowly street musician; from Mexico to London to the dirt roads of Watauga County, NC and the bedazzled belt buckles of Music City, USA; from the in-the-know Americana underground to the trodden low-hanging-fruit of paparazzi proportions in the American zeitgeist--"Wagon Wheel" has touched them all.
Forget for a moment the reality of the Grammy Awards, which mostly recognizes people who turn music into industrial algorithms for mass consumption and mass profits. Instead, imagine the ideological nugget that wants to recognize something great, something special, and something beautiful. The partial-life, death, and rebirth of "Wagon Wheel" is the antithesis of such deserved recognition.
The song began this journey as an out-take of the soundtrack to the 1973 movie, "Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid." It only survived because some bootleggers realized it was a hidden gem from Dylan that had never been recorded or performed. The chorus was fully realized, but the lyrics are unintelligible. Here it is:
After decades in the bootleggers' underground, one of the guys from Old Crow Medicine Show found a copy while visiting London and brought it back to Ketch Secor, fiddler and singer of Old Crow, who then wrote the verses.
I first met the guys from Old Crow Medicine Show in Boone, NC when they were the house band for Tweetsie Railroad, a minor tourist attraction in the mountains of NC. They were all living together, with their pet pig, in a house in rural Watauga County and were on the verge of being fired for the rank smell of unwashed clothes. It was around the same time they got an offer to come to Nashville and appear on the Grand Ole Opry, where their career took off. (A friend of mine says that they were not able to take their pig, so they killed it and ate it. This may or may not be true.)
The track "Wagon Wheel" was the last song on their debut album, and was quickly picked up as a highlight. A lot of people probably heard it for the first time from Gillian Welch and David Rawlings (Rawlings was producer of their album) when they would encore with it. As the album spread through the old-time/bluegrass/Americana music scene, people started playing it more often. For many years it was nothing more than a really great song.
Here's Old Crow's version, with its 22 million views on YouTube.
Then there was a shift, and we all noticed it. If you had a fiddle or banjo onstage people who appeared to have no interest in old-time fiddle music started coming up and asking for the "Rock Me Mama" song. To this day I still have no idea how it made that leap from underground Americana to popular culture, but it did.
The song that started as a bootleggers out-take from 1973 went to London, came back to the NC mountains, consumed the old-time/bluegrass scene, and then became a #1 country hit and #15 Billboard Hot 100 hit in 2013 deserves a Grammy. It deserves a life-time achievement award of the highest magnitude.
The frustration you see from musicians being asked to play the song is never about it being a bad song. The frustration comes from two sources, one of which is that the song is just way overplayed. The other, less noticeable, issue is that old-time and bluegrass deserve better than to be boiled down to one song. Those genres of music are lush with history and virtuosic beauty which can take a lifetime to master. They deserve more effort by the listener than to just be aware of a single song.
All that aside, "Wagon Wheel" is a beautiful song with an amazing history. I will steal a line from one of my most influential music teachers, Dr. Unsworth, when he spoke of special songs: "It's a great song. Don't you wish you had written it?"
Bluegrass music has a way of finding the deepest pockets of your heart and soul, and then fill them up with a certain sense of lightness that can only come from the bounce of the banjo, the high-lonesome fiddle, and 4-part family harmonies so powerful they seem to expand the universe by themselves. Diving head-first into this music is one of the most life-changing endeavors a person can experience. And to do it properly you must follow the timeless Yoda Wisdom:
Of the first generation Bluegrassers, there are only two still alive, and they are both banjo players: Ralph Stanley and Earl Scruggs. I believe we are a special hard-headed breed, so leave it to a banjo player to start one of the hottest debates that bluegrass music has seen in years. Chris Pandolfi, the banjo player for the top-notch band "The Infamous Stringdusters," started the discussion/debate by posting his Bluegrass Manifesto on his blog. It's a beautifully written piece that describes the marketing conundrum that the "Dusters" found themselves in after several years of hard work and well-deserved growth. The gist of it revolves around the question, "Do we continue to call ourselves bluegrass?" He then describes the thought process that forced them to decide that to continue and reach the growth they desire, they had to stop labeling themselves "bluegrass" to take part in the acoustic music revolution that is seeing acts such as The Avett Brothers, Mumford and Sons, Railroad Earth, Leftover Salmon, and Yonder Mountain String Band reach new heights for string-band based music.
Yonder Mtn String Band playing to a sold out crowd at Red Rocks.
The Avett Brothers
As his post took off through the bluegrass community with the same intensity as Chubby Wise's fiddle on Orange Blossom Special, it naturally forced the question of "What is bluegrass music?" More importantly the post also raised the tangible question, "Should the bluegrass community open itself to these acoustic bands that have obvious bluegrass roots, but yet aren't 100% Bluegrass?" And here is where the division starts. You have the big-tent progressives that want to include these bands, recognizing the windfall of new fans that could possibly push the genre out of its current stagflation; and the conservative side that thinks these bands don't deserve the recognition because they are not 100% Bluegrass, and that fans who aren't "true fans of bluegrass" will only water-down one of the most beautiful American legacies that is still alive and well (nevermind the current stagflation in the industry that counts things such as tickets sold and $ earned). See, you have to understand that bluegrass hit its peak in what we call the "O Brother Where Art Thou" period, where both semi-professional and professional bands were raking in the money, and has since fallen back to its natural state of a tightly controlled niche market where even the most talented players struggle to make a living. So the big green and purple elephant in the room of this discussion, that happens to be playing the wash-tub bass, is that it's really about money. Of course, that fact is a little too blunt for the keepers of such a beautiful art-form that has remained impressively true to its 1946 roots of the Monroe/Scruggs/Flatt/Wise/Watts super-group that started the genre. The performers who want to make a living know that we need the influx of these big-tent fans that are both passionate and willing to buy CDs and tickets, while the flame-keepers who typically work other careers and participate in Bluegrass for the sheer love and passion of it do not want to see the music morphed into something unrecognizable. You can see why it is a hot topic, as both sides have very valid arguments.
Bill Monroe, Lester Flatt, Earl Scruggs
What sets this music apart from everything else is the sense of ownership that the fans claim - rightfully, I might add - over it. Most types of music have a distinct line between the fans and the musicians, but not bluegrass. For a lot of fans the next logical step is to become a participant, and as this art is passed through the generations aurally, the only boundary for admission is desire, some practice, and a hint of musical ability which is desired but not always required. It is interesting that the same can be said for free-style rap. I've always believed that bluegrass and rap are congruent since they were both born out of an artistic expression of a specific cultural experience. In fact if you're ever at a boring dinner party just make the statement, "Bluegrass and Rap are the same thing." And things will either get more interesting, or you will be ignored for the rest of the night; you win either way, as I see it.
The last, and most important, piece of this puzzle is the IBMA (International Bluegrass Music Association). This body is the only association dedicated to the Bluegrass Industry (although others seem to be trying to get going) and unabashedly takes the role of Godfather for the music. The fans are going to enjoy the bands that they love no matter what happens, and the players are going to play their music and try to grow their bands each year, and also look up with respect and awe to Yonder Mountain and The Avetts for the huge audiences they play to all over the country. The question is will the IBMA accept these bands openly and invite their fans in to discover the genius of Blue Highway, Vincent and Daily, Michael Cleveland, etc. In my opinion, it should, as bluegrass has managed to survive the jazz of Tony Rice and David Grisman, it survived the mad genius of John Hartford, it survived the absurdity of Nickel Creek, and I'm sure it will also survive The Punch Brothers.
But survival for legacy's sake misses the point. Bluegrass is an art-form--one of the most beautiful in the world--and as a salubrious art-form, it should always move and grow and evolve. If it doesn't then it isn't art, because, like the human race, growing is the main purpose. I believe the reason that this debate hits on such a visceral nerve is because we are dealing with one of the most beautiful, truly American, art-forms that has ever been created. And it all started, as John Hartford sang, in the heart of the cross-eyed child.
Monday evening jam at the Crouse House in Sparta NC
The very fact that people are currently discussing
this is all the testament you need to understand how special Bluegrass
music is. It lives not in albums, or memories, or the fingers of our
elders, but in people's hearts. It has roots all over the world and
through different cultures, but yet it remains quintessentially
American. There's no difference between the 12-year-old who can burn
up a flat-top Martin D-28 or the old farmers who come to the weekly
"Crouse House jam-session" every Monday night in Sparta, NC. This music
is stronger than most, and will continue to endure because of its
earnest roots and the quality of people that keep the flame burning
bright. I'm honored to be a part of it.
I believe
the one point that is most easily overlooked is that musicians
will consistently look for different ways to express themselves and
these different combinations will always produce different sounds that
will not fit in any conventional labeling. The only reason Bluegrass is
called Bluegrass is because that was the band name back in 1946. It
was a brand new voice expressing itself individually and no one knew
what else to call it. Individual skills and personalities that work
together can create a brand new combination. Technically an Earl
Scruggs
banjo timing should not match up well with a Duane Allman blues timing,
yet in our band it somehow does. We are always asked how we describe
our music and we have yet to come up with a perfect answer. Appalachian
Rock is a beautiful term but it does not help someone gain a better
understanding of who we are.
As we debate what is and isn't Bluegrass
in 2011 we must also remember that one of Bill Monroe's greatest pieces
of advice to up-and-coming musicians was, "Learn to play it right, but
then go find your own voice." Jerry Garcia used to always point out
that both he and Grisman were Bluegrass/Monroe disciples, and then they
created the "Dead" style and "Dawg" style. While some work furiously to
preserve Monroe's voice of 1946, other voices will sprout up and take
off. Bill Monroe would have been 100 years old this year, and there's
probably some kid practicing in his bedroom right now that will create a
style that will survive the generations, and people will be trying to
preserve that voice in 2111. It is exciting to think about isn't it?
(I've had this piece written for well over a week now and for some reason I just could not post it, and then I found out how sick my good friend Billy Constable is and it all became clear. This post wasn't complete without the following paragraph - about one of the main people that taught all of us young Boonies what Bluegrass music really is. Thanks Billy!)
Billy Constable. More than likely playing a jaw-dropping solo.
Next week on Wednesday, October 26th we'll be playing a fundraiser in Boone, NC for Billy Constable, who played a huge role in helping all the young Boone NC bluegrass pickers play the music the right way! Billy has a large tumor on his brain and will be going into surgery soon (with no health insurance). To know Billy is to love him, and to look up to him as the archetypical Bluegrass picker. You see, a lot of us didn't catch the bluegrass bug until we got to
college. And as we were all meeting each other and learning how to play
this beautiful music, Billy Constable was there showing us the right way
to play it. He would say things like, "Leftover Salmon and String
Cheese are good bands but the heart of the music is in people like The
Stanley Brothers, Don Reno, The Kentucky Colonels, and Jim and Jesse."
He was always helping us learn new songs, but he also taught us how to
really hear the music - like the old-timers. He taught us where
to find the spirit of the music. And for that we will forever be
indebted to him. You can find updates and donate money at http://www.billyconstable.com
The next generation of Bluegrassers proving that the music is in good hands!
