Denise Sullivan

Author, Arts & Cultural Reporter and Worker

For MLK Day: Len Chandler’s Shadow Dream – in memory of a singer, a movement & its leader

Len Chandler was a protest singer, movement worker and unsung hero from the Civil Rights Era, a frontline campaigner in the fight for voting rights, racial and economic justice and against wars of aggression. He performed with Bob Dylan and Joan Baez at the March on Washington For Jobs and Freedom in 1963 where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered his historic “I Have A Dream” speech. In 2021, I was commissioned to write a piece on Chandler and his relationship to Bob Dylan in front of the opening of the Bob Dylan Center in Tulsa, OK. The essay is emerging here for the first time before its publication as a commemorative limited edition booklet on the life of Chandler (with illustrations and expanded content). A portion of the book’s earnings will be contributed to voting rights organizations, but for a limited time, we’re offering an early read of the book here, in memory of Dr. King and Mr. Chandler.

“You have to take the lead from somewhere and there were only a few performers around who wrote songs, and of them, my favorite was Len Chandler,” wrote Bob Dylan in his book, Chronicles.

Among the singing foot soldiers in the civil rights movement, the students and teachers from coast to coast who sat in, stood up and rode on freedom’s highway, and of all the folksinging pamphleteers and poets who swarmed Greenwich Village in the late ‘50s and early ‘60s, only Len Chandler emerged from that fabled period an under-looked groundbreaker and a foundational freedom singer, a kind of cosmic twin to Bob Dylan.

“We talked all the time,” said Chandler. “I can’t remember what we talked about but half the time, it would be philosophical, our different approaches to things. We could talk for two days on whether it’s a straight line or circle,” he said, recalling that vortex, that wrinkle in time in Greenwich Village where the cultural happenings of the ‘60s were beginning to reveal themselves. “I’d argue today that it’s a circle. The circle is built into everything. It’s built into our DNA, it’s built into the way the cosmos is formed. Everything is circular.”

The Village swirled with poets, playwrights, and artists of all stripes, mixed with locals and others from afar, far-out people who sought a fluid place to become who they thought they were meant to be – the kind of place and kind of time where young Len Chandler (from Ohio) and young Bob Dylan (from Minnesota) could meet, become friends and learn how to frame, shape and deliver a song.

“He sang quasi-folk stuff with a commercial bent and was energetic, had that thing that people call charisma,” Dylan wrote. “Len performed like he was mowing down things. His personality overrode his repertoire. Len also wrote topical songs, front-page things.”

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“I first saw Dylan at the Cafe Wha, playing harmonica with Fred Neil and he would occasionally play a Guthrie song by himself. We’d sit in bars and I’d be reading the paper and underlining stuff,” said Chandler, a classically trained musician who developed a new skill in the Village and beyond it. In Greenwich Village he spun stories out of headlines and, ultimately, his lived experience as a Black man in America. 

Raised to fight for racial justice in his hometown of Akron, Chandler would find his voice as a topical songwriter in Greenwich Village, and then make his way to the frontlines of the historic Southern voter registration drives in Georgia, Mississippi and Alabama. There he discovered that his voice could move a crowd of thousands. Despite no training as a community organizer, nor any background in old time religious singing styles, after his performances down South, Chandler was pulled into the fight for civil rights on the strength of his ability to deliver a song. From thereon, he became a lifelong movement worker.

“I considered myself a bourgeois Negro from the north,” he said, “Writing allegories and abstractions.” Fearing his “esoteric metaphors” wouldn’t fly at mass gatherings, his songs nevertheless proved useful. They are also timeless, alive and immediate in a never-ending struggle and commitment to seeking justice. In originals like “Keep on Keeping On,” with its spirit of melancholy fused to resilience and adaptations, and in his righteous rewrite of the sacred “Keep Your Eyes on the Prize,” Chandler’s voice rung out strong, speaking to the marchers and leaders of their time. 

Read it in the paper the other day

Things are swingin’ in the USA

Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Chandler’s performance at the March on Washington, with Dylan and Joan Baez is a piece of that history, as are his solo albums To Be A Man and The Loving People, both released in 1966 on Columbia Records. 

But while Dylan and Baez moved deeper toward their destinies, to be feted and appreciated, all over this land, Chandler lived a life largely masked and anonymous, his work as musician and activist remaining unsung, though he was no less committed to serving as a liberatory voice for the people.

“Len was brilliant and full of goodwill,” wrote Dylan. “One of those guys who believed that all of society could be affected by one solitary life.”

There are things to be done there are things to be said

Some may live a long time but we’re all long time dead

I think of the things that I’ve thought done and said

And I think of the time I’ve been wasting *

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“There was a time we saw each other every day,” remembered Chandler, whose own arrival in the Village in 1958 was more an accident than Dylan’s intentional embarkation in 1961. Through a series of uncharted events Chandler stayed, fell into the crowd and became a folksinger, one of the few on what was at the time largely a poetry scene.

“Len was educated and serious about life,” Dylan remembered. “Was even working downtown with his wife to start a school for underprivileged children.”

 “I knew the possibility of being able to sustain myself as a player was slim,” said Chandler. “There was only one black player in a major symphony orchestra at the time. Even if you’re white, it’s difficult to get the oboe chair. You have to apprentice with the major player and be the understudy until he retires or dies.” He set his sights on teaching.

Born in 1935 to parents he describes as laborers, “My dad got home at six in the morning, had another job from seven to three, would take a nap, then play saxophone from eight to two. He had played in the Tuskegee Band. My mother was a beautician and then got a job at Goodyear.”

As an Underground Railroad stop for slaves in flight to Canada, Ohio has ties to abolitionists John Brown and Sojourner Truth. In the 20th Century, Marcus Garvey found a base of support there for his United Negro Improvement Association. But Chandler did not receive a particularly Black-centered education; rather, his Akron was rich with cultural offerings more European in origin: classical music, theater and opera. It was by chance, while working as a page at the public library, that he discovered the poetry of the Harlem Renaissance and Langston Hughes as a teenager.

“I learned piano when I was nine and started taking regular classical lessons, ‘Clair de Lune,’ all that,” he said. “I got a job ushering the Tuesday Music Club, where they brought in the orchestras, Vladimir Horowitz.”  

The Chandlers spent summers in Idlewild, the historically Black resort in upstate Michigan. “Everything else was closed to Black folks,” he said of a time when beaches and pools were segregated. “While other kids were in summer band, I’d be away. By the time I got back to school for an instrument, they were all gone and a guy said, ‘here’s this,’ an oboe with a Pan-American fingering chart.”

As a senior in high school, Chandler was playing with the University of Akron orchestra; he had also participated in civil disobedience for the first time. And while the case against Summit Beach Park was won, the action was the last time Black and white kids swam together. “The pool was filled with cement,” he said.

At college he was a player with the Akron Symphony, but the one thing Chandler was not playing, and was not interested in was folk music (though he’d played a folksinger, a one-man Greek chorus, in a college production of The Rainmaker, the story of a  con man claiming he could bring rain to a drought-stricken town).  

“We got this great write up and then this guy came up to me and said ‘How’s your mama?’ What?! He said, ‘Look I heard the music you wrote for The Rainmaker, but I’ve got some stuff you need to hear,” explained Chandler. “This guy was a professor from the university who was doing a doctoral dissertation on The Dozens. ‘You help me collect these dirty dozens, and I’ll make my record collection available to you.’”

The record collection of blues, folk, and specifically country blues included Big Bill Broonzy, Sonny Terry, Mississippi John Hurt, Lead Belly and Son House. At the time, “That music hadn’t crossed my radar at all,” said Chandler. 

In 1952, the Anthology of American Folk Music was issued. The highly influential collection compiled by Harry Smith and released by Folkways Records would contribute to an ascendance of roots music and the resuscitation of the careers of some of its living blues and mountain music players. At the dawn of his folk process, Chandler could not possibly know then that in just a few years time he would be sharing stages with some of these musicians and participate in the handing down of songs from one generation to the next. Further fueling its intrigue, Smith’s liner notes were crafted like headlines, screaming in all caps the details of the song’s stories. So “Engine One-Forty-Three” by the Carter Family, was distilled into the sensational, GEORGIE RUNS INTO ROCK AFTER MOTHER’S WARNING, DIES WITH THE ENGINE HE LOVES.

“I went to some bougie black church in Akron where the minister only wanted us to sing Bach, anthems…it was their vision of upwardly mobile, going to college, striving to be middle class.”

The dilemma of Black folks seeking to fit into a prescribed set of so called societal norms was a result of a deleterious “double consciousness,” the term used by Black scholar W.E.B. Du Bois to describe seeing one’s self through the eyes of the oppressor. Chandler described his experience of double consciousness in musical terms.  

“You don’t recognize it till later, but people put you into the hands that are going to shape you artistically. They sent me to voice school…Enrico Caruso, George London…telling you how to make tones, where to put your tongue and mouth and how to position your head and make notes ring in your head,” he said. “You have to unlearn and imitate other stuff and then who am I being?”

The process of his unlearning was about to begin.

The university of Ohio professor who befriended Chandler had some upcoming business in New York and offered him a deal. “The guy said, if you’ll help me with the driving, I’ll pay for everything,” said Chandler. “He took me to New York and I got a job at Columbia University as an elevator operator for the summer. He took me to Greenwich Village, to Izzy Young’s bookstore on MacDougal Street. This guy with his hair all hanging in his face was playing the guitar. It was Dave Van Ronk.” 

“I’d do my elevator operator job, get about four hours sleep and run back,” said Chandler. “After the summer, I got another job as a counselor for boys, the St. Barnabas House at Bleeker and MacDougal,” a home for women and children in need. “I would take care of the kids, bathe them, do homework, and walk them to school.” Between graduate studies at Columbia, “These eight- to eleven-year-olds were under my care every day and I took them to Washington Square Park to roller skate. And when they were skating, I started playing and singing on the square and people would come by and listen.”

Among the passerby was the “psychedelic clown” who’d come to be known as Wavy Gravy.

“Hugh Romney said look, we’re going to Hartford with poets and we want you to come. But you gotta dress down, dress hip,” said Chandler.  “I picked up some black slacks and a red shirt, like Harry Belafonte,” his idea of a folksinger. “Hugh said, no man, that ain’t it.”  

Romney pointed him to Orchard Street where he could find black jeans, chambray work shirts, black boots and a bandana for the neck. 

“That became my folk costume,” said Chandler. “After that he asked me to play between the poets at the Gaslight. It was a whole poet’s scene late ’58-’59, not singers then,” explained Chandler, who performed with Romney and humorist John Brent. “Cafe Wha? was always a poet’s scene.”  

He met Bob Kaufman, who would become a noted Beat poet.

“’Green Green Rocky Road,’ I wrote with Bob Kaufman.”  The pair rooted their song in a children’s melody from the Georgia Sea Island/Gullah tradition and turned it into a contemporary folk standard, popularized by Van Ronk.

Van Ronk would later recall Chandler as one of the few Black folksingers on the mostly white scene. One night after a gig at the Gaslight he was jumped, though he survived the attack, owing to his experience with the “lateral drop,” a wrestling move he learned as a youth. On another occasion, he wasn’t so lucky.

“When I got beat up, my head cracked,” he said. “Dylan and Jack Elliott both came to see me at the hospital.”  

To strangle in minutes and hours to drown

In years and in months for the last time go down

out of touch out of taste out of sound

with no echo and casting no shadow *

While folksingers of the time often traded in traditional songs, Chandler had started developing another survival skill: Turning his experience into verses of song.

“A guy came into the Gaslight and started heckling the poets. So when I got up, he started on me. I would take everything he said and tie it up in a blues verse just to cut him down.”

After some revelations and negotiations, the guy turned out to be a talent scout. Chandler was offered and accepted 13-weeks on Detroit late night TV-WXYZ.

 Chandler set out for Detroit with a limited repertoire he was just staring to learn.

“In Detroit, I’d go to the library every day, listen to Folkways records by Cisco Houston, Woody Guthrie and fell in love with Gary Davis,” he said. “I’d learn a new song every day and sing it on the TV that night.”

Dylan remembered an early – perhaps first –  encounter with Chandler, in a room above the Gaslight.

There’d always be a card game going on. Van Ronk, Stookey, Romney, Hal Waters, Paul Clayton, Luke Faust, Len Chandler and some others would play poker continuously through the night… Chandler told me once, you gotta learn how to bluff, you’ll never make it in this game if you don’t. Sometimes you even have to get caught bluffing. It helps later if you’ve got a winning hand and want some other players to think you might be bluffing.

Chandler had his own recollection. “When Dylan came to town, he wasn’t writing much. His songs were Woody-esque, songs like, ‘Hey ho Lead Belly, I just want to sing your name,’” a riff on Guthrie’s song in tribute to the unjust trial and execution of Sacco and Vanzetti. 

Dylan’s “Song to Woody” was sung to the tune of Guthrie’s “1913 Massacre” and included a phrase from Guthrie’s song, based on a real life tragedy in Calumet, Michigan: Someone maliciously yelled “fire” in a crowded building occupied by striking miners and their families on Christmas Eve. For his sessions at Columbia’s Studio A in November, 1961, Dylan would record “Song To Woody” and another original, “Talkin’ New York,” along with the Van Ronk’s arrangement of “House of the Rising Son,” Eric von Schmitt’s arrangement of “Baby Let Me Follow You Down,” and several more newly-acquired songs, like the spiritual, “Gospel Plow.” 

“I hadn’t started writing but know exactly when I did,” said Chandler. “December 15, 1961. I was playing up in Saratoga Springs, New York, and on the front page of the newspapers, The Daily News and The Post there were similar pictures of a terrible school bus accident in Greeley, Colorado. What was so heavy about it, everyone had seen it and the kids messed up on the ground. I wrote about it and played it in my set that night and when I finished, people were just looking at me.”

Leaving the stage, he went to the dressing room, changed into a new shirt, and put his guitar away, “And then the applause started,” he said. “People were pounding on the tables.”

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Chandler’s song sometimes referred to as “Bus Driver,” about Duane Harms who survived the crash in which the school children died, was never recorded but its melody is known, its existence a talking point in folk circles, ever since Dylan introduced a song he called “Emmett Till” on Cynthia Gooding’s radio show in 1962.

“I stole the melody from Len Chandler. And he’s a funny guy. He’s a folk singer guy. He uses a lot of funny chords you know when he plays and he’s always getting to want me to use some of these chords, you know, trying to teach me new chords all the time…Said don’t those chords sound nice? And I said they sure do, and so I stole it, stole the whole thing.” 

The murder of Emmett Till was a catalyzing event in the Civil Rights Movement, entwined with the imminent Southern voter registration drives and the Freedom Rides from the North that would begin in 1961; the bombing of the buses and targeting of civil rights workers would begin soon after. Dylan’s ballad tells the story of the 14-year-old from Chicago who was murdered on summer vacation in Money, Mississippi in 1955. It was a lynching typical of the Jim Crow South, but its aftermath was something else entirely. Till’s mother, Mamie, insisted on an open-casket funeral for all the world to see. Newsprint pictures of a son’s mutilated body and his mother’s grief were purposefully placed across the pages of the national Black newspaper, The Chicago Defender, and Jet, the weekly magazine. As media coverage persisted, the trial proceeded and an all-white jury acquitted Till’s killers. The horror of Till’s murder continued to unfold throughout the ‘50s, including a public confession without legal consequence. The public outcry contributed to the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1957, the first of several civil rights acts intended to accomplish desegregation and protect the voting rights of African Americans.

“I’d be reading Time Magazine, The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal – we’d sit in bars and I’d be reading the paper and underlining and stuff,” said Chandler. 

What Dylan and Chandler shared was an interest in their times, and time spent building the scaffolding for their songs, searching for angles, finding out how to place matters of their times on the page and on the stage. 

As with the old time musicians from the early part of the 20th Century they’d heard on Folkways recordings, a song’s sensational details were key – the blood and the hands, the judge and the juries, the scenes where crimes pay or don’t, and the fact life goes on, despite its harms and hard luck endings.

“Both Len and Tom wrote topical songs,” Dylan wrote in Chronicles of Chandler and Tom Paxton, one of the first players in the Village to bolster his set with more original material.Songs where you’d pick articles out of newspapers, fractured demented stuff—some nun getting married, a high school teacher taking a flying leap off the Brooklyn Bridge, tourists who robbed a gas station, Broadway beauty being beaten and left in the snow, things like that.

In The Big Money, part of his USA Trilogy, author John Dos Passos marries fiction and non-fiction, headlines, song lyrics, and freely associated inner monologue to depict life in the early part of the 20th Century. Dylan researcher Scott Warmuth has pointed to the ways in which Dylan, through song, painting, film and his memoir has created a similar labyrinth for the century’s second half, conjuring picaresque characters from the Village and its environs, as real life figures, overlapping with embellished characters, found text, images and imaginary and borrowed dialogues.

“The topical headlines that Dylan suggests Chandler was looking at when writing songs are real headlines that Dos Passos incorporated into The Big Money,” notes Warmuth, citing attention grabbers like “some nun getting married,” “Broadway beauty being beaten,” and “tourists who robbed a gas station.” 

Warmuth traces further passages in which the Village people and their milieu are described in terms from Mezz Mezzrow’s pulp fiction, Really The Blues. Dylan describes the denizens of the folk scene in the exact language Jack London used in his stories to characterize the temperament of dogs and wolves. Chandler is one of the few figures who managed to escape a canine comparison.

Besides being a songwriter, he was also a daredevil. One freezing winter’s night I sat behind him on his Vespa motor scooter riding full throttle across the Brooklyn Bridge and my heart just about shot up in my mouth,” wrote Dylan. The story continues, the pair sliding across the bridge in high wind and ice. “I was on edge the whole way, but I could feel like Chandler was in control, his eyes unblinking and centered steadfast. No doubt about it. Heaven was on his side. I’ve only felt like that about a few people.”

“I think Dylan’s new record just came out,” said Chandler. “We took his first record and two guitars on my motor scooter and we went to see Woody Guthrie in the hospital. They didn’t have a record player. And so Woody just put Dylan’s record under his pillow, we took out our guitars and sang Woody songs.”

By 1962, Dylan and Chandler began having their early compositions published in Broadside and Sing Out! the go-to magazines for topical and traditional folk enthusiasts.

“Our neighbors, Rene and Sally, had a Broadside magazine,” said Chandler. They were strumming “Blowin’ In The Wind,” on guitar. “We were on the fire escape on East Broadway smoking a cigarette because my wife didn’t like cigarettes in the house and that was the first time Dylan heard anyone playing one of his songs.”

“A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall” was published a month later in Sing Out!  

“When I heard ‘A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall,’ I started playing it and I played it on 12-string in open C-tuning. On a twelve string that’s a lotta Cs, it really sings,” said Chandler. 

Poet Allen Ginsberg said he wept when he heard the recording, “…it seemed the torch had been passed to another generation.”

Dylan had gone in further search of how to write what he characterized not as topical nor protest works but rebellion songs, inspired by Tommy Makem and the Clancey Brothers, traditional Irish singers who were also making their way in the Village. Amidst the backdrop of a Cold War and his sense that America was on the verge of a new kind of Civil War, Dylan studied newspaper headlines on microfilm from 1855-1865 at the New York Public Library, “to see what daily life was like.”

I think of the time that before us has been

I think of how little each man’s had to spend

I think of how close is my own little end

And I think how my time I’ve been spending *

While at a gig at the Colony Inn in Rhode Island, “Somebody told me Pete Seeger was on the beach and I should go meet him,” said Chandler. “So I’m jogging and I see this big tall figure jogging and it’s Pete and I started telling him about this song I wrote.” 

Chandler was struggling to find the right melody to a song about his topic du jour: His wife had been caught in a lobster trap. Seeger told him, “What’s so important about being original? I know thirty different versions to one melody. If you add to a song, it will only extend its great history.” 

Chastened by Seeger’s assertion, Chandler was open to learning more about folk tradition. He accepted Seeger’s  invitation to the next song conference being organized in Atlanta. Young people were rallying for voting rights and Seeger had commissioned Charles Neblett, Rutha Mae Harris, Bernice Johnson and Cordell Reagon, The Freedom Singers, to raise funds for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) to register voters throughout the South. Chandler attended, and found his facility for secular rewrites of spiritual songs on the spot was much a much needed service he could provide to the movement, on marches, at sit-ins, and in jail cells.

“Cordell said, call your wife and tell her you’re not coming home. And I said where am I going? And he said, Arkansas,” said Chandler.

The voting rights campaigns organized by SNCC had continued across the South for a year, from the summer of 1962 and into the summer of 1963, and concentrated in Mississippi in the wake of the June 12 assassination of NAACP field secretary Medgar Evers by the Ku Klux Klan. 

One of the song lyrics Chandler rewrote, before he started to write his own melodies became a movement anthem: “Move On Over (Or We’ll Move On Over You)” was sung to the tune of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” its final line trading out “marching on” for “moving on.” 

“When I was writing a lot I would aggressively read the papers – highlight – and then go into my quiet place and think about it.” One of the techniques Chandler used was to take a familiar song and hang lyrics on it.  “When you really change something, nobody remembers the original melody, if you’ve been skillful,” he said.

There are a few versions of how Dylan got to the voter registration rally event on July 6, 1963 in Greenwood Mississippi. In one, he was invited by the New World Singers – Gil Turner, Happy Traum and Rob Cohen. Or, as actor-singer-activist Theo Bikel tells it, Dylan was writing important songs, songs that could be part of the “arsenal and weaponry” of the movement, but with a caveat: “He doesn’t have first-hand experience or real awareness of what was happening.” Movement workers reasoned he needed to experience the trouble firsthand. 

Like Chandler, Bikel had attended Seeger’s song and organizing conferences, had sat in on strategic voter registration sessions, and instructive workshops on being a white ally from the North. Dylan’s manager Albert Grossman at first balked, but Bikel said he would see to it the costs were covered and that he would personally accompany Dylan. He observed the songwriter on the airplane, taking notes “on the backs of envelopes” and performing “Only A Pawn In Their Game” the next day.

A few weeks after Greenwood, a similar cohort of folk performers went to Newport for the annual festival, culminating in what we now know as the archetypal Civil Rights/Folk era moment: Seeger, Peter, Paul and Mary, the Freedom Singers, Dylan and Baez holding hands leading a singalong of “We Shall Overcome” to close out the event. Chandler was not among those assembled in the famous photograph.

“Only through my direct action, after I went to the conference in the South, did I feel like I contributed anything to the movement,” he said. “It wasn’t just because of the marching. It was because I was able to see firsthand all the things that were happening… Lots of people can tell someone to vote but not that many people can perform for 7 8 9, 10, 11, 12,000 people.”

“I would go to the North and work and I’d get enough money together. In other words, I could pay my obligations in New York and we would leave for the South, where you could eat a chicken dinner with three vegetables for a dollar and quarter,” he said.  

As the summer ended, Chandler rolled in to DC from Boston to meet the musicians, the movement workers and civil rights leaders gathered at the historic March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. Organized by labor organizer A. Phillip Randolph and civil rights activist Bayard Rustin with assistance from Harry Belafonte, a quarter of a million people gathered to insist for equal rights – to work and vote, to live in a country free of racism.

Dylan again performed “Only A Pawn In Their Game” solo and “When The Ship Comes In,” with Baez and Chandler. On guitars and voice, Dylan and Baez accompanied Chandler, who had injured his left hand and needed musical support on his updated lyrics for  “Keep Your Eyes on the Prize (Hold On).” A close relative of “Gospel Plow,” with its “hold on” refrain),  “Keep Your Eyes on the Prize,” was famously sung by Odetta earlier in the decade and was well on its way to becoming an anthem of the era. The peaceful non-violence masses that Malcolm X had his doubts about singing their way to freedom were doubling down on the fight, their numbers increasing, the messaging growing stronger.

Chandler’s take circled back to the headlines.

Read it in the paper the other day, things are swinging in the USA, keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

“After I did my part, Dylan and I walked away…just walking around, sitting on the edge of one of the monuments, behind the Lincoln memorial, smoking, continuing to talk and then we started hearing Martin doing the “I have a dream” section of his speech, and we said, ‘Hold up hold up, listen to this dude blow, this is wonderful.’ That’s what I remember from the speech, being behind another monument with Dylan and silencing ourselves, and sitting in amazement as we heard that wonderful speech unfold.“

Broad-based coalitions, where race, economic, educational and gender identities intersect have historically been deemed dangerous by the powers that be and the efforts to track the artists, stop their momentum and thwart their influence have been well documented. It happened to Seeger in the McCarthy era, and it would happen again to topical songwriters of the ’60s and beyond.

In 1964, Chandler’s song, “Beans In My Ears,” was recorded by the folk-light group, The Serendipity Singers. It was a hit in some parts of the country, though subsequently pulled from the market when it was discovered there had been a public health emergency created by children actually putting beans in their ears. The Weavers, nevertheless sang it at their farewell concert in 1964, a kind of unofficial end to the folk revival and the beginning of a new epoch for folk rock. 

“A lot of people were getting recorded around me and I was the one that was closing the show all the time, and I’m talking about all the time, and I wasn’t getting any nibbles,” said Chandler. He simply wasn’t being courted by record labels like his fellow folkies during the great folk scare of 1958-65. 

“I made an appointment to see John Hammond and sang him two songs and he gave me a contract that day. And that was weird: It was good and bad,” said Chandler. “He had no idea what to do with me or around me or anything. He said he welcomed the opportunity to record me as he would have liked to have recorded Lead Belly in his prime.”

Lead Belly, as musically gifted and influential as he was, was not formally trained as a musician. Born on a plantation, Lead Belly served several prison terms between 1915 and 1940, including a stay at Louisiana’s state penitentiary, Angola, before arriving in New York, where he also served a jail term. Chandler was nothing like Lead Belly.  

“I got Bruce Langhorne to play guitar with me and Bill Lee to play bass,” said Chandler of his Black accompanists, seasoned session players and veterans of the folk scene, including Dylan’s recordings.

“At Newport that year, I played ‘Shadow Dream Chaser of Rainbows,’” said Chandler. “Somewhere there’s a real stupid review of that night in one of the Newport papers that I wish I still had even though it’s still stupid. It said, ‘Dylan was the showers and Chandler was the rainbow. They were just pissed off because he was playing electric.”

I think of the mazes of folly I’ve run

How randomly chosen how wantonly run

Not for fame nor fortune nor freedom nor fun

Just a shadow dream chaser of rainbows *

At the festival’s “protest song night,” Chandler broke a string and riffed a bit while getting recalibrated.  “I said something like, ‘I wish we’d use all the power we have to stop doing the jive things we’re doing in Vietnam and Laos’ and got booed.” 

Chandler had shared the stage with Guy Carawan, Bernice Johnson Reagon and Fannie Lou Hamer, the leader of the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, whose commitment to voting rights culminated in her speech at the 1964 Democratic convention, protesting Mississippi’s all-white delegation. Her televised appeal and the movement behind her made way for the Voting Rights Act of 1965. Hamer, as it turned out, had sung the way to freedom, turning the spirituals “Go Tell It On The Mountain” and “This Little Light of Mine,” into marching songs.

That year Chandler also wrote an indictment of Governor George Wallace, “Murder on the Road to Alabama,” during the marches from Selma to Montgomery in 1965, following the murder of civil rights worker, Viola Liuzzo.

It you’re fighting for what’s right 

if you’re black or if you’re white 

you’re a target on the Road to Alabama

The Freedom of Information Act has over the years revealed that countless artists, entertainers, public intellectuals and private citizens were under constant surveillance during and beyond J. Edgar Hoover’s reign of the F.B. I.

“Sonia Sanchez in one of her books was talking about a guy coming to her and saying look, if you lay off this stuff, being an instigator, rabble-rouser, making people less patriotic, your voice will be 100-fold enhanced. If you don’t, you’ll be silenced,” said Chandler. “They really told us, you make a deal. You cut this out and you can have all this.”

He paused to reflect on the memory of Cordell Reagon, the Freedom Singer who’d set him on his own path as a movement singer. “My friend Cordell, they really muscled Cordell big time, to get him to inform or change his road. When I say muscle – harassment, following, steaming open stuff, direct intimidation. I didn’t know it at the time. His wife told me after he died. I think he was killed.”

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Chandler’s debut album, To Be A Man, was released by Columbia in 1966. With liner notes by Broadside co-founder, Gordon Freisen and song notes by Chandler, the collected originals capture not only a moment when folk–and rock – and the movement –was changing. His songs concerned the philosophy of where it was all going, after the assassinations of JFK and Malcolm X, and before the killings of Martin Luther King, Jr., and Senator Robert Kennedy.  Dr. King had admired “Keep on Keeping On,” and even used the phrase in a piece of oratory to address the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party. Chandler understood King to have learned the phrase, “keep on keeping on” when one of his secretaries read the lyric in Broadside. 

For his second album, The Loving Kind, Hammond brought in producer Elliot Mazer. “It was more of a pop record. What I really would’ve liked to have done was to bring all of my music and tastes, R&B and jazz and classics.” He felt he’d been shoehorned into the pop category, yet again, there was no push from the label. 

As the Civil Rights Era was winding down and the Black Power Era winding up, the winds of change sent Chandler in search of something else. He pursued publishing poetry. Black Arts poet David Henderson had introduced Chandler’s work to Langston Hughes and they kept a correspondence until Hughes passed. Having worked on writing songs to accompany a news segment on the Lowndes County Freedom Party, also known as the Black Panthers (the name borrowed for the Black Panther Party founded a year later in Oakland, California), Chandler was hired by Lew Irwin to write topical songs for The Credibility Gap, a new kind of sketch comedy troupe which sent up the social and political worlds. But coincident with the show’s debut on the day of the California primary election in June of 1968,  RFK was shot and Chandler was in the position of having to create a musical narrative under tremendous pressure. 

His ability to keep spirits moving under fire also served Chandler in his role writing for FTA, a musical-comedy revue that toured military bases in the Pacific Rim at the height of the anti-war movement from 1971-72 with Jane Fonda, Donald Sutherland and a rotating cast that alternately included folk singer Holly Near, comedian Paul Mooney and songwriter Jerry Williams (Swamp Dogg). Chandler can be seen at work throughout the Francine Parker film, FTA. In one powerful sequence, he holds back a line of military police while leading a rousing chorus of his perennial, “Move On Over (Or We’ll Move On Over You).”

We chase after rainbows because we’ve been told

that at each rainbow’s end there’s that great pot of gold

But rainbow gold chasers all forfeit their souls

And the soulless have never cast shadows *

Eventually, Chandler, like Dylan, would make his home out west. He stuck with his craft of songwriting and passed it on to others, becoming a founder and facilitator of the Songwriters Workshop in Hollywood, occasionally grabbing opportunities to write for commercial purpose but usually passing on anything that would mean compromise in order to make big money. Calls would come in for ad jingles, the odd liquor commercial and whatnot, which he’d take as an opportunity to write something satirical, then show up for the presentation to school the mad men in the ad game: “No money down” for diamonds was not a cause he was interested in supporting. In the song game, he’d get calls from the producers seeking hits for their superstar clients: “Whitney Houston…I just couldn’t get it up for that.”

Chandler occasionally performed in the early part of the 21st Century, political fundraisers and benefits for radical left solidarity efforts against perpetual wars and for racial justice. At the time of this interview, he’d sung at a three-day folkathon at UCLA, a reunion of the LA coffeehouse, The Ashgrove, a ’60s and early ’70s hub for acoustic music, progressive politics, way out poetry and folkloric dance, along with the blues, gospel and mountain music legends he had come up with at the folk festivals of yore. Chandler still has much to say about all of it, the then and now of it, as a well-informed, human rights advocate, a self-proclaimed news junkie and daily listener of Amy Goodman’s Democracy Now!

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In 2008, Chandler, with his wife Olga James (a groundbreaker in her own right as an actor and dancer – she appeared opposite Dorothy Dandridge and Harry Belafonte in the film, Carmen Jones) – worked to elect the young senator from Illinois to the office of President.

“We did phone banking, encouraging people to vote early,” he said.  “It makes it less easy to suppress the vote. They had me calling Oregon and Nevada and, after hearing about voting early, we decided to vote early too.”

In 2012, Dylan received the Medal of Freedom, the nation’s highest honor awarded to a civilian by President Barack Obama. Through the years, it’s been agreed upon and argued that Dylan moved away from rigorous engagement with issues and topical song after the early ’60s high water years for protest. But it is perhaps more accurate to consider Dylan chose to disassociate from movements and politics, while his songs still brought the news of the isms that plague a troubled America. Paying tribute to common and uncommon people, people like the falsely accused and political prisoners Rubin “Hurricane” Carter and the Black Panthers’ “George Jackson,” Dylan spoke to the people who cared to hear him and hardly turned his back on Black liberation cause. Continuing to dig deep into gospel and blues for inspiration and illumination, Dylan’s 21st Century works  Love and Theft, Modern Times and the film, Masked and Anonymous continued to grapple with the complications of Black and white America, then and now.

Chandler has not sought nor received acclaim for his contribution to American democracy, in the fights for equality and racial justice, here and afar. Though he’s occasionally asked to recall the events of the ’60s that shaped him, he declines most opportunities to revisit the Village that made him into a folksinger and then sent him in search of something more. Time still takes time, but change can happen in an instant.

“The people that really will continue to successfully struggle are people who are able to maintain their focus through all the barrage of distractions and keep their eye on the prize,” said Chandler.

Sixty years to the day after he sang at the historic March on Washington, Len Chandler died at home in Los Angeles on August 28, 2023. He was 88 years old. 

“Shadow Dream Chaser of Rainbows” by Len Chandler

Filed under: anti-racist, anti-war, Bob Dylan, Civil Rights, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Poetry, , , ,

The world according to Les McCann

Jazz musician Les McCann died of pneumonia in Los Angeles on December 29, 2023 at age 88. As a leader and sideman, he recorded countless albums and made major contributions to the soul-jazz music of the ’60s and ’70s. His piano work has also been sampled frequently in the modern hip hop era. McCann has been most often remembered and celebrated for his performance of the Eugene McDaniels song, “Compared To What.” Performed live with Eddie Harris at the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1969 and released on their album, Swiss Movement, McCann on vocals and piano gave the song a certain punch and swagger. This is an edited transcript of my talk with McCann, about the origin of the song widely considered to be the greatest protest song of the Vietnam eraand his thoughts on life in 2016, from his then 80-year-old vantage point. May he rest in peacewith condolences to his surviving loved ones and friends.

“When I began my career in LA we had immediate attention. And whenever you have attention, you have other people coming around, trying to get your attention. I was performing with my trio at LA City College and Eugene McDaniels came by one night. I didn’t know who he was, but he liked what were doing and started hanging out. I thought he was the greatest male voice I’d ever heard. I invited him to join my group.

We started working together, and the money wasn’t good, but it was the beginning of us being professionals. He was different from all of us. He could speak English. A lot of people who didn’t like him, didn’t like him because of that. He was a very bright man, very clever. He knew what he was doing and he went after it. I believe he was the son of a pastor.

We were kinda like friends, he’d sit in, but we also hung out. We had a vocal group, a choir, and we’d get together and sing, 12 people, but all were potentially looking for their own career. When he came to us, and said, “I got a record deal, they gave me a lot of money,” we were happy for him, but not only did he stop singing the music we loved for him to do, he started doing all these other things. When they offered him the big money, some people thought he was being a traitor to jazz. But we were all just trying to make it. I was his reminder, the one who told him, don’t forget where you came from, don’t forget why you’re here.

He didn’t know he was a songwriter, but he’d ask me what I thought: Everything he showed me was unbelievable. I didn’t know he loved Bob Dylan. When I first heard “Compared To What,” it was just a set of words, there was no music. It had the words “God dammit” in it, and it was one of the reasons stations wouldn’t play it. No one had ever done that before. They were his words and I was speaking them: This was Gene son of a preacher, questioning whether he should speak his truth, which involved speaking words a preacher’s son shouldn’t say. It also involved a man speaking perfect English and being Black.

I could do what I wanted on my record label and so I recorded the song. But it was nothing like it was six years later when we did it on Swiss Movement. All that happened right there. We were just doing what we thought was great. It took me six years, but the way everyone now hears it happened in a moment, instantly onstage.

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“We think we’re unique, that nobody knows what we go through, but it’s not about the singing it’s about being a human, living in this world. These are lessons on learning how to love, trying to find our place and be who we are…You need to deal with the fear and the bullshit. We’re taught to be afraid of everything. Don’t do this or that: It’s said on purpose, part of the curriculum of this earthly school. Everyone has a blueprint, everyone sets out to do their thing. It’s all here, for us to learn. I’ve never stopped learning.

Earth ain’t meant to be heaven. We’re all angels having an earthly experience. Everything you can think of happens right here on this earth. If it wasn’t for sex and money and fighting, there would be no problems. It’s all how you look at things. We all have intuition.The real truth is in the quiet of who you are. I walk hand in hand with who I really am.

I remember my other lifetimes. I don’t want to do the same things over and over. It might take many times but the choice is whether we decide to live in love or in the things we fear.

Every time you do an interview, ask yourself the questions you want the answers to, ask everything you want to know of yourself: You’ll hear things you never heard before. You already know all this. It’s not anything you haven’t heard before.

Fear or love.

You have go through it and deal with it.

It’s how get to where we want to be by the time we die.

Did we really answer the call?

Did you live the life you wanted to live?”

c. 2016, Denise Sullivan

Filed under: anti-racist, anti-war, Arts and Culture, Jazz, Obituary, Origin of Song, Soul, , , , ,

It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll Writing

As one who started writing about music for publication in high school and started working professionally as a columnist for a regional music paper before college graduation, some might say I’ve earned space to vent about the state of the music press. Lucky for all of us, Paul Gorman wrote Totally Wired! The Rise and Fall of the Music Press, so I didn’t have to. A well-considered overview of the 100-year-old music press, it’s almost the book I would’ve written (though without the British accent. I wouldn’t have confused Penelope Houston for Penelope Spheeris, though I probably would’ve confused every guy who wrote for Rolling Stone named David, so there’s that). Anyway, I loved the book and you can read more about Totally Wired in my latest column for Tourworthy. And if you want a little bit more about my life writing about rock, there’s this:

By the time I was writing full-time in the ‘90s, it was a good time to earn a dime by writing about music, on assignment and for hire, with or without a byline, and for cranking out content for the nascent Internet which had very little in the way of information on offer until we entered the data.

(Me getting it together while Laurie Anderson patiently looks on – photo by Bobby Castro)

I contributed to what was called the first online music magazine, Addicted to Noise (consult the Wayback Machine) and the reboot of Crawdaddy! and newsstand magazines like Paste, Harp, Ray Gun, Q, MOJO, and others I care not to name. Digital back issues are hard to come by with rights having been bought, sold, and rendered inaccessible by the general public. Every few years I write a plea like this, hoping a tech savvy reader will lend a sister a hand and free my digital archives (no such luck). If a print edition existed, I have at least one copy archived (in case anyone is seeking material for a time capsule or a bonfire).

Even without digital evidence of my work, I continue to gather knowledge, form wild opinions and indulge in some meandering riffs, online and in print. I’ve written on jazz and blues, punk and hip hop, and all forms of arts and culture. But my interest in rock has waned, considerably, and perhaps understandably given its late stage decline (see: latest works by the AI-assisted Beatles and the ungodly Rolling Stones). I am rarely surprised when I hear the music business or the publishing trade being cited for racism, sexism and homophobia, or when artists and writers claim victimization (I often cover these angles in my occasional Soundinista columns). The latest case of the Go-Go’s co-founder Jane Wiedlin and several more women accusing DJ Rodney Bingenheimer of sexually assaulting them when they were teenagers at his underage disco is disturbing and heartbreaking (though for those of us paying attention, not entirely unexpected).

Sometimes it’s unclear to me what I would do if I could ascertain whether rock ‘n’ roll never forgets or rock ‘n’ roll always forgets; whether time waits for no one, if I could turn back time or if time has told me. I do know at one time I loved rock ‘n’ roll and everything about it — the way it sounded, its hair and its clothes. The music imprinted my soul, provided sanctuary and inspiration, gave me a lifetime of listening and a wide, now small, circle of friends. Yes, I’m certain that’s all true and yet, these are the good times.

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War is Over! If You Want It

Every day I look at a framed poster on my office wall, its message of love and peace beaming down, from John and Yoko. The poster was a gift from a beloved friend who I haven’t seen in quite some time – I wish the circumstances weren’t so. “War is over if you want it.”

There are plenty of us, people and countries and friends and relatives who long for peace. And while I do believe I have to want it, I may also have to work for peace – make it my job. And yet, I choose to believe everything is in alignment just as it is (excepting that is, man-made disasters like war crimes, genocide, climate emergency, inequality and other conditions “unhealthy for children and other living things”). Severed ties, no replies, disappointments and other communication breakdowns may also fall into the category of human failings. So this year of our lord, 2023, certainly didn’t turn out the way I planned it, but my gracious, that is likely for the best (!). With that in mind I make the choice to carry on and employ whatever abilities I have accordingly. What I mean to say is, artists and writers, maybe more so than others but maybe not, use the skills we have to strike back. I mean, doctors help sick people. Caregivers give care. Billionaires could be of help, but often, they go the other way. Just thinking out loud here, but it’s been said writers write, so there’s that.

Pandemics, economic downturns and waiting for the long arc of the moral universe to bend toward justice have historically been periods of great discovery and learning, that is for those who seek knowledge. Turbulent times are valuable to artists and writers and thinkers and doers; it gives us space to get down to the real work of visualizing and implementing change and exercising resistance. And yes, both work and resistance require resilience, and resilience requires care and attention to self. Big questions, like how to tend to our own needs without turning our backs on the wider world at war or away from the people who need us will arise. And yes…I agree, that’s a fine line to walk, and there are times I fail miserably.

Lucky, and I am oh so lucky, living in the Bay Area, I am surrounded by people who provide living examples of the balancing act. I’m thinking right now of artist and activist Megan Wilson. I’ve had the opportunity to interview her several times, most recently about her curatorial and creative role with the Clarion Alley Mural Project’s current installation, Manifest Differently. Successfully merging the political and personal, community organizing and creativity into a holistic vision of making art with a message, Wilson and CAMP point the way for future directions of arts communities to flourish in perilous times. You can link to my full profile of the artist at Bay City News.

Despite the unforeseen this and that, these and those throughout the globe, I struck gold this year when my reporter self found an outlet to tell the stories I want to tell, uncensored and unbothered by market-driven concerns or an editorial board whose political leanings or voting record does not match my own. Independent, non-profit media was not always on my radar. Growing up in capitalism, caught between survival and Aquarian idealism, most of the time I chose survival. That often meant working for people and places I found shall we say, less than savory. Minimum wage in America is not a living wage as anyone who has worked or still works at that rate of pay well knows. Low wage work is painful and it is essential for the world to run as we know it. But maybe, things are changing. I see people rising up, organizing, reasserting their right to unionize and crowding the streets in protest – that makes me hopeful.

In the early part of this century, I was dreaming of people-powered movements coming to life again, the kind the world saw in the Sixties. I began researching and writing a book calling for change – fueled by the power of music. Keep on Pushing published in 2011, a couple of months before the Occupy Wall Street Movement and before Black Lives Matter hit the streets. The book was a vision. The time arrived. The moment passed. We keep working.

My day job as a writing instructor is often a night job. My “students” (strange to call such competent adult writers students) do great work and teaching has become an unexpected source of joy and gratification — the perfect adjunct to the writing life that keeps me engaged with trends and topics writers are interested in exploring and developing. But if I may speak the truth, and you know I will, my own work often takes a back seat to the job. I have once again failed to achieve mastery of life’s balancing act. Some personal and longer term projects were side-burnered, not always of my own choice or making, but so be it. Projects will likely reach completion in the new year and I hope at that time to share them with you. A way will be made.

I hope 2024 brings us all more work and more jobs to do. For now, I’ll leave you with links to my most recent assignments for hire, a review of Sonic Life, by Thurston Moore for the San Francisco Chronicle Datebook, a profile of Nathalie Lermitte and the songs of Edith Piaf, and the aforementioned profile of Wilson. I’m grateful for the weeks when paycheck and passions intersect, and mindful of my privilege to pursue both — in peace.

Filed under: anti-capitalist, anti-racist, anti-war, , , , , , ,

Rest In Power, Len Chandler: Shadow Dream Chaser of Rainbows Died on August 28, 2023

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As anyone with their eyes on the prize knows, the 60th anniversary of the historic March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom was on August 28, 2023.  Among those assembled to help Dr. King push forward his dream of racial harmony and economic justice was Len Chandler (often overlooked in the history of civil rights work), one of the voices in a trio that day which included Bob Dylan and Joan Baez (Chandler appears at about 17 minutes into the following clip, though the whole 25 minutes is worth your time). Unfortunately, I come here today with a heavy heart to belatedly report that Chandler died at home in Los Angeles, on August 28, 60 years to the day of the march.

It was a blessing to have interviewed Len on several occasions for the purpose of documenting his story. I was invited to the home he shared with his wife Olga James, to break bread with him, and to participate in several community functions and political gatherings where he was still singing for freedom in the 21st Century. My deepest condolences to all who loved him. I did not know him well, but his work has continued to move and motivate me, long after first making contact with him more than a decade ago.

It was hoped that Chandler and I would be visiting the Bob Dylan Center in Tulsa this year, to deliver a panel on singing, songwriting, racial justice and voting rights, to coincide with the publication of my essay commissioned by the Center on Chandler. But none of that was to be. Timing, as it’s said, is everything. And racism is still very much alive, very much afoot in America, 2023.

The following is a repost from my previous posts on Chandler

Chandler would march with Dr. King and travel throughout the South in the name of voter registration, informing rural Southerners of their polling rights, often at great risk to his own life. His poems were recognized by Langston Hughes, he wrote the folk standard “Green, Green Rocky Road” with poet Bob Kaufman, and recorded two albums for Columbia Records, but little is known about him or his life.  I sought out Chandler when I wrote Keep on Pushing, my text that tracks the origins and evolution of freedom music, and its roots in African American resistance and liberation movement.

Originally from Akron, Ohio, and studying on scholarship at Columbia in the ’50s, Chandler made his way to Greenwich Village folk music by accident: Lured to the sounds of Washington Square Park by the downtown youths he was mentoring, he easily fell into the scene with his natural ear for songwriting and his familiarity with the songs of Lead Belly, Big Bill Broonzy, and Woody Guthrie.  Following a performance at the popular Village coffeehouse, the Gaslight Cafe,  Chandler landed a contract to go to Detroit, writing and performing topical songs for local television. A few months later, when he returned to New York, the folk thing was in full swing:  Bob Dylan was the latest arrival to town and the pair started to trade ideas and songs.

“I hadn’t yet begun writing streams of songs like I would, but Len was, and everything around us looked absurd—there was a certain consciousness of madness at work,” wrote Dylan in his book Chronicles.  Chandler remembers it like this in Keep on Pushing:  “The first song I ever heard of Dylan’s was ‘Hey ho, Lead Belly, I just want to sing your name,’ stuff like that.”  Dylan used Chandler’s melody for his song, “The Death of Emmett Till.” “Len didn’t seem to mind,” Dylan wrote.

Chandler went on to record two albums for Columbia:  To Be a Man and The Loving People. He continued to work as a topical songwriter, a peace and civil rights advocate, and as a songwriting teacher; his tour of Pacific Rim bases with Donald Sutherland, Jane Fonda, Holly Near and Paul Mooney was documented in the Francine Parker film, FTA, a must-see for anyone interested in US history and anti-war efforts within military ranks. Catch a glimpse of Chandler at the end of this trailer for the film:

It was an extreme privilege (and I have since found out a rare opportunity) to meet one of the true unsung heroes of singing activism (as well as his wife Olga James, a pioneering performer in her own right), and have him tell his story to me. Though largely retired from performing, he remains well- informed on human rights, politics, and the arts and will step up and step out for civil rights. You can read a portion of our talks in Keep on Pushing, and someday I will post the complete unedited transcripts, though for now, enjoy the voice of Chandler from back in the day, when singing was a huge part of moving the movement forward.

Filed under: anti-capitalist, anti-racist, anti-war, Arts and Culture, Black Power,, California, Civil Rights, Folk, racism, ,

Rest in Power: Sinéad O’Connor

When I heard the news that Sinéad O’Connor died last week, the news was not terribly surprising – people suffer, they take ill, they die. And yet, the depth of my feeling for the world’s loss of such a prophetic, powerful and perfect singer was startling. Though I’m well-familiar with her work and saw her perform live more than once (she was after all a part of the fabric of the ’80s and ’90s popular culture), I think what struck me hardest was how much of her good work for humankind and her general love of the world’s people had gone unnoticed. Here was a God-loving and spiritually devoted singer who had never turned away from her mission to help others, and yet, others had turned away from her time and again.

And then I remembered her turn as the Virgin Mary in Neil Jordan’s film, The Butcher Boy: There was something about her performance that stayed with me, all these years later. I guess what I mean to say is there is no doubt in my mind that someday, future generations will see Sinéad as the visionary, the prophet, the truthsayer and comforter she was; maybe she’ll even be venerated accordingly.

My full remembrance of O’Connor can be read at the link to Tourworthy.

Filed under: anti-capitalist, anti-racist, anti-war, Arts and Culture, Bob Marley, film, Hip Hop, Immigration Reform, income disparity, Nina Simone, Protest Songs, racism, ,

Ann Mack: new to SF, but not to the jazz life

Ann Mack was born into a family with a historic jazz lineage and sang with trios around her native Cleveland for most of her life. But it wasn’t until she moved to the West Coast less then 10 years ago that Mack fulfilled a long time coming, lifelong dream to sing the standards backed by a big band led by Jimmy McConnell. Most recently Mack has been singing her way through the Great American Songbook and Bay Area clubs like Geoffrey’s Inner Circle and Savanna Jazz, a welcome addition to very alive jazz circuit here that includes Yoshi’s, SFJazz, Mr. Tipples, The Black Cat, Bird and Beckett Books & Records, Keys, Sheba Piano Lounge and the Church of St. John Coltrane, among others. Read more about “The Macknificent” Ann Mack, her contribution to Bay Area jazz, and her family’s extraordinary history at Bay City City News.

Filed under: California, Jazz, San Francisco News

Sonali Kolhatkar: Pursuing Racial Justice

It feels like something changed this Fourth of July: On the morning of the fifth, I woke up to one radio report after another in which people, ordinary American citizens, were expressing their disbelief, distress and general fatigue at being sold a story about our country’s origins that doesn’t quite add up to the truth. This, it would seem, is a good thing: More and more people have woken up to the idea that all is not well with us, that their children have been and continue to be misled and are ill-prepared for the future. To prevent further erosion to our democracy, our planet, and life at large, it’s time for all of us to participate in some form of direct action. At least that’s my interpretation of things on the morning after a restless night of listening to cherry bombs bursting in air, for the sake of our freedoms.

But despite sustained political efforts to constrict our liberties and suppress the truth of the United States’ origins (as in the current opposition to teaching critical race theory and the trend toward banning books and criminalizing the teaching of history) there are other ways to forge change to a tired old story. In Rising Up: The Power of Narrative in Pursuing Racial Justice, Sonali Kolhatkar has constructed a guide to the ways in which we can all participate in a sea change by becoming better consumers of the media and resisting the stories we are told. She offers tools for more critical thinking, productive discussion and ways to create empathy as opposed to enmity. As racial justice editor of Yes! magazine and host of Pacifica Radio’s Rising Up With Sonali, Kolhatkar is a solutions-oriented journalist, focused on progress rather than problems. I have long been a fan of her broadcasts and was delighted to talk to her more about the pursuit of racial justice.

My full interview with Kolhatkar appears in Bay City News/Local News Matters. For now, free speech and a free press remain among the cornerstones to democratic society. I hope you’ll take a moment to read the profile and support independent voices inside and outside the media.

Filed under: anti-capitalist, anti-racist, anti-war, Arts and Culture, Books, , ,

Supporting San Francisco Independent Reporting

“Rally” is a film about San Francisco political figure, Rose Pak. Her life was extraordinary and the role she has played in our city’s development since the days of Moscone and Milk is perhaps not fully understood or acknowledged. Rooth Tang’s excellent film, which I hope will reach a wider release this year, debuted at the San Francisco Film Festival in April. The photograph above pictures Pak in the ’70s when she was the first Asian American female reporter hired by the San Francisco Chronicle. Tang, an Angeleno, traveled to the center of Pak’s story in the way that perhaps only a Chinatown and San Francisco outsider could, but he had plenty of local insider assistance. As personal, political and documentaries of time and place go, Tang’s film is essential.

Kasey Rios is one of those freethinking and spirited San Franciscans that is the embodiment of our sanctuary city at its best. Serving residents of the Tenderloin and SoMa with a vision of greener and self-sustaining neighborhoods and fair wages for all seems a reasonable part of the solution toward improving our civic direction — a plan that includes all people, not just the wealthiest ones. Rios makes a case for less law enforcement and authority and more autonomy for residents, while paying folks to beautify and clean public spaces one neighborhood at a time. It’s a bottom up rather than a top down system and it is working in places like Mexico City and Paris, so why not here? Building the workforce is key: But such ideas can’t take if workers cannot afford to live here and we perpetuate a cycle of displacement and profits over people.

Like the city itself, the local media continues to experience loss, change and reorganization: Like everywhere, there has been a real drain of alternative news outlets here in recent years, and a co-opting and misunderstanding of what journalism is and can be. But there remains hope: Independent news organizations and reporting are the present and future of the form. As a new contributor to Bay City News Foundation, a local wire service and network of regional news outlets including Local News Matters, I’m happy to continue to do my work delivering under-reported stories to a wider public, as well as through the monthly live stream project, SFLives/Live Talks.

This Sunday, our guest is Malia Spanyol, a small business owner with an eye on keeping safe spaces alive for women and queer folks in the Mission District, a neighborhood that remains in persistent risk of over-gentrification. Next month on June 11, we will be in discussion with the aforementioned Kasey Rios at 10 am. SFLives livestreams on the Bird and Becket Books channel. Please join us and keep your eyes open for more on-the-ground coverage from San Francisco — from myself and other dedicated reporters from our city. We’re still here.

Filed under: Arts and Culture, gentrification, San Francisco News, Women's issues,

Surrender Bono: There’s No Band Like U2

During U2’s earliest shows in San Francisco, a ritual developed: Bono would lift a child from the crowd onto the stage and prop her on his shoulders. The girl’s name was Megan and I was acquainted with her family; they ran the Psychedelic Shop on Market Street, a remnant of the hippie days and an essential stop on our ‘80s routes as one of the few places in town that sold rock ’n’ roll badges. I haven’t seen Megan or her family for years but she appears at about the forty minute mark in U2’s live set from California Hall, May 15, 1981, just two months after their first San Francisco appearance at the Old Waldorf on March 20.

The band gave small nightclub performances with stadium energy. Their gestures – well at least one member’s – were at once big and grand, generous and self-indulgent, a harbinger of a future self. These were also the things I came to love and not so much love about Bono. In passage over passage in Surrender, Bono’s recently published memoir, the singer knows this about himself – he is a the ultimate showman and a humble servant to the stage. The two extremes come packed with the character traits that make him a frontman: He runs mostly in the red. I think I would have rejected him and the band entirely back then had I not felt like what my generation needed was a rock star of our own- not Bob Dylan or Patti Smith, the Ramones, or the Clash but boys and girls – just  like us – who seemed capable of making something happen, of getting something done in the face of a new age of nihilism. The earnest young men of U2 seemed like contenders – a “nice bunch of Christian boys,” as photographer Chester Simpson characterized them. The band fulfilled its promise and then Bono went beyond the call of duty to become the most charitable of rock stars of my generation. His faith is estimable, though he is a man and U2 is a band of contradictions. There is much more to tell. Full story at the the link to Tourworthy.

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