Friday, July 29, 2016

CYRO BAPTISTA, cover story, NYC Jazz Record

NYC JAZZ RECORD, August 2016

CYRO BAPTISTA: Forging the Alliance of Sound
By John Pietaro



Percussionist Cyro Baptista has lived in the US for well over thirty years since relocating from his native Brazil. The trail has taken him around the globe many times, sharing the stage and studio with many of the most relevant artists of free improvisation, world music, jazz, experimental composition, and some of the best of pop music too. Perhaps it is due to his status as a traveler, but Baptista has never stopped seeking out the community within the music—in any locale it takes him to.
Baptista was introduced to music performance in elementary school where the local music teacher engaged the children in the building of percussion instruments as well as in playing them. “My first instrument was a hollowed out coconut shell”, he recalled fondly, “and when I brought it the ensemble, this simple thing became something great we could do together”.

His immersion in the Brazilian music tradition introduced the percussionist to many instruments as he crafted his own expression and developed that sense of ensemble which remains so meaningful to him. Baptista traveled to New York in 1980; though he was soon to become a downtown stalwart, his initial destination was considerably further north. “I was given a full scholarship to attend the Creative Music Studio up in Woodstock. It was an incredible time to be there”, he explained, still reflecting on his work with Karl Berger and Ingred Sertso with a sense of wonder. “The best musicians in the world came through that program; Don Cherry was a regular! Every day, a new experience.”

After considerable immersion in CMS’ unique approach to improvisation and performance, Baptista decided to move into the City and into the burgeoning new music scene. “I lived on the Lower East Side to be near the music---and it was so cheap then! It wasn’t long before I became friends with John Zorn and Marc Ribot. They were great to me. I played a lot on the streets, trying to get to know people, but I hardly knew any English. I picked up a lot of, um, bad words immediately---but I didn’t know what they meant”, he said laughing. “It took me a while to realize I couldn’t use ‘M.F.’ in every sentence, but it was brought to my attention at a big artsy party on the Upper East Side. That was an eye-opener. My English is still not so great”, he injected with a smile, “Sometimes I think I speak like Tarzan. But back then, it was really rough!”

Cyro began playing gigs at now rather legendary performance spaces in the fertile terrain of downtown, 1980, where experimental composition and free improv tangled deliciously with punk rock and electronica. He found the mélange to be a refreshing change. “Once I became a part of the musical scene down there, a big door opened for me”.

His instrumental voice liberated, Baptista was among a growing brood that soon became known as the avant apex of the day. “We used to play these gigs at the old Knitting Factory on Houston Street, but none of us were well known yet. The audience didn’t come at first--it could be a really tough neighborhood--but after a while, the word spread. John Zorn worked very hard to make it happen and we played together a lot. All of us struggled so much early on but we created that community of sound. People stood together.”

The list of pertinent composers and songwriters, improvisers and many other performers that Baptista encountered in the years since can fill volumes. His work with Zorn is well chronicled but Cyro also spent considerable time with the late percussion master Nana Vasconcelos, whom he considers his “inspiration”. Walking in such good company opened Baptista up to performance opportunities ranging from gigs with founding ‘no wave’ guitarist Arto Lindsay to globally renowned cellist Yo Yo Ma. Along the way, he performed and/or recorded with Sting, David Byrne, Dr. John, Phoebe Snow, Janis Ian, Gato Barbieri, Geri Allen, Trey Anastasio, the Chieftans, James Carter, Edie Brikell, Bobby McFerrin, Cassandra Wilson, Richard Stoltzman, Herbie Mann, Tony Bennet and the list goes on. Cyro enjoys every facet of his role as a percussionist, whether playing the traditional berimbau, hand drums, tearing up racks of blocks, bells and cymbals, or playing what he calls “transparent percussion”, the subtle touches that lie almost inaudibly on a track. His has been a rather storied career.

When Derek Baily, the master improviser and theorist, approached Baptista early on for a recording date, the percussionist jumped at the chance to make his debut recording. “Derek asked me to record with him and so I went and we just played. I never thought anything more of it and assumed it hadn’t been released. Some years later, I was touring in the UK with Nana, and a man came up to me excitedly saying, ‘You’re Cyro!’ and waving this album at me. It was Derek’s record. I was shocked to see that not only had it come out, but Derek had named it Cyro. This was very moving. Soon after we engaged in a pub tour”, he recalled.

But it hasn’t all been freewheeling music. Baptista explained: “I toured and recorded with Paul Simon for six years. He was a very particular kind of songwriter—he allowed the musicians room to create but then was strict about parts being played the same way every time. The band was amazing: Steve Gadd, Richard Tee, Michael Brecker…wow. I had been used to clubs, halls, but with Paul I learned how to play to 30,000 people! We did the Concert in Central Park, played around the world in stadiums”

And what of Herbie Hancock? “He’s Number One. I actually rate my career on what I did before I met him, and after. After Herbie, I was never just a side-man again. The connection we had went beyond music—I became a Buddhist through his example. Musically, everything was so open, the expectations for the band to CREATE every moment was so high. He approached me once, saying he was very happy with what I played but he noticed some of the same phrases night after night. He said I needed to play something new each time”, Baptista laughed. “So I went from a leader that always wanted everything the same to one that never wanted you to repeat yourself.”

The percussionist has been an active composer for years and founded several ensembles which feature aspects of his musical breadth. But he works to build the sense of ensemble in each situation. “Every time I play it’s a different set-up. I’m always experimenting with sounds. For certain gigs, I will learn to play a new instrument. These days I’m killing myself to learn the balafon, spending five hours a day practicing. It’s like starting over, but we should never stop growing”.

Here is where tradition can take wing: “Once you learn the roots of your instrument then you can go anywhere. When I moved to the US I learned the washboard, an American musical manifestation. And when I formed the band Beat the Donkey I knew I needed to include a tap dancer for the same reason”, he offered. “But you must first conquer the roots; that’s where you’ll find the instrument’s genetic code”.

Beat the Donkey (the translation of a Brazilian expression for “Let’s go!”), a true fusion of culture and genre, has been a main Baptista vehicle these past 15 years. He boldly added adaptations of King Crimson and Led Zeppelin into an already expansive repertoire, at times to the chagrin of concert hall administrators.  Still, his work isn’t limited to this band. A case in point is Baptista’s newly released disc Bluefly (Tzadik label), inspired by the title insect’s ability to travel mass distances on the back of a large animal, another metaphor for the leader’s journey. It features a pair of musicians from Sting’s band and a bevy of guest artists. And then there’s the percussionists featured spot on Jamie Saft’s new album Sunshine Seas (Rare Noise).

However, this month the focus is on Banquet of the Spirits, yet another band under his leadership. Several members of the assemblage (pianist Brian Marsella, Shanir Blumenkranz on bass, sinter and oud, and drummer Gil Oliveira) will perform along with special guests in a Jazz at Lincoln Center concert this month. The event is Baptista’s tribute to Heitor Villa-Lobos, Brazil’s greatest composer, and an extension on a project began a generation ago, ‘Vira-Loucos Villa-Lobos’. He ranks this upcoming concert as one of the highlights of his work, a chance to both celebrate and reconstruct this master’s music.

In many ways, this brings it all back home for Baptista, as does the goal of inspiring coming generations. “In addition to writing music, Villa-Lobos ran a program for school children to perform his choral works all over Brazil. Every year they’d pull these choirs together for a concert in a soccer stadium”. In this regard, Baptista has been facilitating a project with drummer Kenny Wollesen, “The Sound of Community”, which brings music programs to economically deprived areas. “We’ve done this in Mexico so far, but plan to extend it further. We create instruments with old people, children, workers—and then together all of us create compositions for these instruments. In the end, we hold a concert with them. The program allows even the poorest people to see the possibilities”.

“Music is music, but we keep changing”, the percussionist relayed. “In the end we can bring it back to what it was in the beginning, when people sat around a fire for survival, sharing songs”.


Opinion: THE VERY REAL CHALLENGE BEFORE US




WE ARE NOW FACED WITH A SIMPLE CHOICE.

As a Bernie Sanders supporter who campaigned and stumped for the man during the primary, I find myself taking a strong, sober view of the campaign season. I am more alert than ever of the dangers of demagoguery and the importance of fighting against the Trump vision of our future.

It took a Bernie Sanders--and the millions he activated--to wake Hillary Clinton up and push her out of the usual bland Dem middle of the road. The platform of the Democratic Party is a deeply progressive one. Finally. And perhaps the gains of FDR's New Deal will become central to a candidacy for the first time since Roosevelt. There is a sense that a vote for Hillary will not simply be a lesser of evils. We have yet to see if this will be so, but in the wake of a powerful convention with strong almost continuous progressive messaging, there is great promise. So the battle is officially at the core of our 2-party system.

As a Marxist, as a cultural worker, an outspoken activist, and a member of the labor movement, I can only truly see the need to end the Trump campaign of hate/fear manipulation. Whereas Clinton is drawing on the Dem heritage of FDR and JFK, Trump is thriving on the Republican heritage of racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and arch-Right philosophy. That philosophy was realized during lynchings, Red scares, institutional bias and the so-called Moral Majority and the drive to outlaw abortion. George Wallace, J Edgar Hoover, Joseph McCarthy, Father Coughlin, Sheriff Joe Arpaio, David Duke, Edwin Meese, Strom Thurmond, Roy H Cohn, the segregationists, the fear-mongers, the neo-Nazis, the censors, the greedy, the war profiteers, have been at the heart of the Right-Wing all along, emerging at points of financial and international tumult. And at present, under Trump, we are being fed all of the ingredients of fascism, make no mistake of that. An angry, chest thumping man of great wealth railing on about who our enemies are and how only he can save us. The fomenter of fear and suspicion. The figure of division who claims to unite. The would-be statesman that denounces the nation in order to frighten us into having him "fix" it. The alpha male who stifles and threatens those who dare oppose him, most openly the media. The silver spoon man of wealth who somehow convinces the working class that he is of them. These have all been successful means toward power grabs around the world and most prominently in Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy---and the periods that led up to them.

No, we cannot take this election lightly. No, we cannot allow this demagogue who would prey on fears for personal gain to have a glimmer of hope here. No, we cannot turn our back on our Left values by letting the childish, ignorant, hateful, manipulative Short Fingered Vulgarian believe he can or should have a position of power on our watch.


-John Pietaro, Aug 29, 2016, Brooklyn NY

Sunday, June 5, 2016

concert review: ITALIAN SURF ACADEMY, Barbes, Bklyn NY

ITALIAN SURF ACADEMY Live at Barbes, June 4, 2016
Concert review by John Pietaro



The trio that comprises Italian Surf Academy lives in musical sphere without boundaries; spy guitar effortlessly dances to Downtown improv before encompassing spaghetti western and “giallo” horror movie themes.  Imagine if you will a music free to revel in a nostalgia that constantly reinvents itself.

Founded by guitarist Marco Cappelli while still living in his native Italy, the band was designed to musically demarcate the post-WW2 Western European vision of American culture. As he stated, “The US represented much more than a geographic place, it was a concept which we dreamed of belonging to”. After some twelve years of residing in this country, Cappelli’s musical mélange may be more parody than adulation (hey, he was present during the W Bush years), but in any event, the spirit of the inspiration burns brilliantly. These days Italian Surf Academy is 2/3 American with the inclusion of much sought-after bassist Damon Banks and young lion drummer Dave Miller, thus realizing the cultural fusion bridging the Atlantic.

Opening its June residency at Park Slope performance space Barbes, the band tore into its unique repertoire for an enthusiastic audience. Immediately, the familiar sparkling, shimmering guitar sound of another era filled the room as Italian Surf Academy kicked off with “Django”. Over the better part of one hour, the band reimagined main title themes from decades-old Italian productions, ranging from the noted to the rather notorious, featuring compositions of Ennio Morricone among others, and threw in Tommy Tedesco guitar licks, moments of bossa novas and escapades of free jazz as needed. But each adaptation was tightly arranged and offered the in-your-face rad bravura New York can claim as original. Bank’s effortless, grooving terra firma made a nice counter-part to Miller’s skittering, broken rhythms over a two-piece drumkit colored by small gongs, few cymbals and a cowbell or two. Both Banks and Miller focused on the leader’s alternately screaming and singing ax, supporting Cappelli within this ongoing, embracing three-way conversation.

Highlights included Carlo Rustichelli’s music from the score of Mario Bava’s “Blood and Black Lace” and the finale “Secret Agent Man” (here an avant expansion of the Ventures’ arrangement), which morphed into John Barry’s James Bond theme before juxtaposing to the Vic Mizzy “Munsters” title music and then back to into black-and-white.

DON’T LET JUNE GET AWAY WITHOUT STOPPING INTO BARBES ON SATURDAYS AT 6. Your sense of art and need for fun and reminiscence will fight it out like they’re on opposite sides of the iron curtain---except instead of  suspicion and showdown, Italian Surf Academy lets both sides party victoriously.

This summer it’s time to really come in from the Cold.

{Barbes 376 9th Street, Brooklyn NY}
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Friday, May 27, 2016

Essay: Communist Party Artworks- ELLEN PERLO & the BOLD SHADES OF RED

Ellen Perlo and
The Bold Shades of Red

Ellen and Victor Perlo
By John Pietaro

It was a noticeably chilly afternoon of September 2009 as I made my way over the winding path that outlines “Red Hill”, the once notorious revolutionary pocket of Croton-on-Hudson NY. I’d contacted Ellen Perlo the week prior to arrange for a visit to her upstate home, the one she’d shared since 1957 with her then recently deceased husband Victor. The couple were long-time members and activists of the Communist Party and it’s safe to say that they stood high among its intellectual base. He was a noted author and economist, she an artist dedicated to the radical cultural movement and for some years the leader of the CP’s Arts Club.

“Did you see the John Reed House on your way?”, she asked, wearing a beaming smile. “It’s just down the road from here. He and Louise Bryant lived there many years ago but it’s still remembered, especially after ‘Reds’ put us back on the map. We used to get a lot of traffic with visitors seeking it out after Warren Beatty made the film. When was that, ’80? ’81? But long before then, a lot of radical artists and writers were drawn to this area and that lasted decades. They’d started moving in with Reed and then it lasted through the 1940s and after, up and down this so-called ‘Red Hill’”.

Ellen Perlo attended New York University’s School of Architecture and Allied Arts, graduating in 1938. When she entered school, Ellen was so focused on her art and studies that she was seen as apolitical, but this changed as the news of the Spanish Civil War broke out. She became active and increasingly radical in her political views, ultimately joining the Communist Party during World War Two. “I joined as everybody was leaving”, she added with a chuckle.

She and Victor Perlo married in 1943. He was then working for the US Treasury Department, so the pair resided in Washington DC for the duration of the war. “I had joined the Party officially in this period but Vic couldn’t become an actual member while he was working for the government”. However not long after VJ Day, the early frost of the cold war unleashed investigations into many on the federal payroll, decimating reputations and careers. After a few years, Perlo found himself among the victims; it is disputable whether or not he’d held Party membership before this period, but he was a close associate and authored articles and papers for the CP press and functions dating back to 1931. The investigations turned up enough information on Perlo to earn him prime target status.
“Vic was appointed as the US head of the United Nations relief agency for Europe; we were set to relocate to Paris but the FBI stopped that immediately”, she said, nonplussed after so many years of living with the reality of those times.  But the commencement of this red scare came with a certain ferocity: Perlo, after being named in a Congressional hearing as ‘a Soviet spy’, was summarily fired from his government job and blacklisted. This, too, was the reality of this time of reaction, manipulation and division.

By 1948, the Perlos had left DC and moved to Flushing, Queens NY. Ellen became a staple of the anti-war movement, joining into actions then and in the decades which followed as a member of the Women’s Strike for Peace and WESPAC among other peace and social justice organizations. All during this time she remained an active visual artist and also worked closely with her husband, aiding his research and editing much of the work he was now free to publish under his own name. Ellen also holds co-authorship with Victor in their noted volume, ‘Dynamic Stability: The Soviet Economy Today’ (1980).

The couple were active in many aspects of Party academic and cultural work and as such became close friends and collaborators with historic figures, renowned for their work today but under constant fire in their time. These included Paul Robeson, Hugo Gellert, Walter Lowenfels, Rockwell Kent, Pete Seeger and William Gropper. For the uninitiated, it’s now hard to imagine that the American Communist Party maintained a powerful national Cultural Commission starting with the 1920s, lasting well into the HUAC witch hunts. The relevance of the arts is easily explained by the strength of the medium to carry messages, but its roots lie much deeper: two of the four founders of the Communist Party USA were John Reed and Louis Fraina (the latter is today lesser-known than his celebrated comrade, but Fraina was a journalist, editor, political organizer and strategist who later became a respected economist). At its height, the Party maintained a phalanx of leading authors, journalists, playwrights and poets in addition to noted visual artists, actors, directors, a host of modern dancers, designers and musicians, many of them stars of stage, radio, gallery and film. The Party’s cultural work was initially contained within its John Reed Clubs, the network of which had a national reach and sported famous names alongside the up and coming. It began as a Communist writers’ organization but spread widely through other disciplines almost immediately, ushering in many artists of conscience, particularly in the throes of the Great Depression and the rising tide of fascism. This organization was openly revolutionary in both its philosophy and reach and was succeeded in 1935 by the more widespread League of American Writers.

The League was an outgrowth of the vastly influential American Writers Congress which took place in New York City that year. The list of names of eager Congress participants included (listed alphabetically as they were on the Call for an American Writers Congress): Nelson Algren, Kenneth Burke, Erskine Caldwell, Malcolm Cowley, Theodore Dreiser, James T Farrell, Waldo Frank, Joseph Freeman, Michael Gold, Josephine Herbst, Granville Hicks, Langston Hughes, John Howard Lawson, Tillie Lerner (Olsen), Meridel Le Sueur, Joseph North, Samuel Ornitz, Lincoln Steffens, Richard Wright and so many more. It was a treasure trove of the pen, boasting the best within reportage, fiction, screenplay, drama, poetry and combinations thereof. To better illustrate the scope of Party culture and the Congress itself, the following comes from the Congress’ mission statement. This gathering called for literature as a means to ‘fight against imperialist war and fascism; to defend the Soviet Union against capitalist aggression; for the development and strengthening of the revolutionary labor movement; against white chauvinism (against all forms of Negro discrimination and persecution) and against the persecution of minority groups and the foreign born; solidarity with colonial people in their struggles for freedom; against the influence of bourgeois ideas in American liberalism; against the imprisonment of revolutionary writers and artists, as well as other class war prisoners throughout the world’ (“New Masses”, January 22, 1935).

The following year, there occurred the American Artists Congress which packed Town Hall during the cold of a New York February. In preparation for their Congress, a group of 110 noted painters and illustrators signed off on a Call which stated in part:

‘We artists must act. Individually we are powerless. Through collective action we can defend our interests. We must ally ourselves with all groups engaged in the common struggle against war and fascism…’ The dye was cast. The event drew such a crowd that it was extended into a three-day conference, with closed sessions occurring at the New School for Social Research on the last two days.. Delegations from Mexico, Peru and Germany joined in (Matthew Baigell and Julia Williams, eds., Artists Against War and Fascism: Papers of the First American Artists Congress. Rutgers, 1986. Source: Lampert, Nicholas, A Peoples Art History of the United States, New Press, 2013)

Stuart Davis, by then a noted modernist painter, hosted the proceedings. Other speakers included Rockwell Kent, Max Webber, Margaret Bourke-White, Aaron Douglas, Peter Blume, George Biddle, Heywood Broun, and of course Hugo Gellert who was everywhere to be found in this period.
Though issues of aesthetics remained relevant as always, the aim of the Congress was to radicalize artists in the service of progressive struggle, particularly in the face of the growing fascist threat while the Depression was raging on. Davis’ opening remarks alerted the attendees of the need for a direct response to the social fallout people faced as well as the particular pains of professional artists in the hungry years. It was during this speech that plans for an Artists Union were first presented, as Davis stated, a collective voice for the artists left out of or underserved by the Works Progress Administration’s Arts Program. Max Webber, in a speech to the American Artists Congress body stated: “A truly modern art is yet to come, but not until the new life is here and not before the imminent emancipation of mankind that we can envisage.” (ibid)

This amazingly fertile ground also begat the Workers Music League, the Workers Theatre, the Workers Film and Photo League, the Red Dancers, Red Stage and aggregations such as the Group Theatre (founded by Harold Clurman, Cheryl Crawford, and Lee Strasburg and featuring Elia Kazan, John Garfield, Will Geer, Stella Adler, Lee J Cobb, many more) and the Composers Collective of New York; within the latter’s ranks were Aaron Copland, Mark Blitzstein, Henry Cowell and Charles Lewis Seeger. Soon, Party cultural leaders VJ Jerome and Michael Gold were dispatched from the home base of Manhattan to the budding film capital of Hollywood, establishing CP clubs within the movie industry and standing with its unions which were embattled by the moguls as well as the gangsters often working on the inside. But even as the Party’s reach extended well into Hollywood, the other arts disciplines were becoming increasingly radicalized.

THE VISUAL ARTIST’S MEDIUM offers an immediate statement, one beyond the need for commentary, and as such, painters, designers, sculptors, cartoonists, sketch artists and other illustrators have been an integral aspect of the global revolutionary movement. The artists associated with Industrial Workers of the World, founded 1901, created a series of posters and placards for organizing campaigns that had the power to move anxious workers and leap over the boundaries of language. And some of their cartoon figures like ‘Mr. Block’ (drawn by Ernest Ried) as well as realist sketches and paintings continue to hold relevance. Often the illustrations were by anonymous artists or those using pseudonyms (such as “Man X”, “Bingo”, “El Picador”) however some of their celebrated songwriters like Joe Hill and Ralph Chaplin also spent a good deal of time as illustrators. Visual art was a vital, universal statement of the struggle.

The relevance of visual art was even more profound in “The Masses”, a pre-CP organ which launched the careers of many future Party cultural workers. It is best recalled for its stirring illustrations, starkly depicting bloody labor battles, police violence and economic deprivation, but the magazine also championed Greenwich Village bohemianism and the hope of modernism. “The Masses” ran from 1911 through 1917. Many of its artists can be traced to the ‘Ashcan school’ which offered dark visions of inner city life, all too real for some but always imbuing a visceral connection for, if not a vehicle of, pride among the common man and woman. The magazine was a voice for the suffragettes’ movement, bold new philosophies and the oppressed. It championed the Industrial Workers of the World and free speech. Among its standout artists were Stuart Davis, Art Young, John French Sloan, Robert Minor, Alice Beach Winter, Boardman Robinson and George Bellows. “The Masses” staff was so radical that in 1916, the artists went out on strike. The magazine’s greatest fight, however, was with the federal government when its negative coverage the US build-up toward the First World War found its publishers, artists and writers indicted for conspiracy.

The demise of “The Masses” and the American entry into the war symbolized a crushing blow to the Left---just as the reaction against anarchism and socialism which followed culminated in the near destruction of the IWW, furious xenophobia, the founding of the Bureau of Investigation, rabid union busting and a wave of arrests and deportations. Revolutionary writers and artists, however, responded with increased radicalism and in ’22, a new journal. Initially “The Liberator” and then, of much greater importance, “New Masses” went considerably further than the earlier journals dared. Artists William Gropper (also known for his work in “Freiheit”) and Hugo Gellert, soon to become highly celebrated, were on the “New Masses” Executive Board, securing the illustrator’s place in the vision. Gellert also served as an editor, and he would be joined by Robert Minor before long.  All three were champion Communist organizers as well as greatly talented creatives; the magazine was born in the main office of the John Reed Clubs. The circle was complete when Sloan, Robinson and Young, artists who’d been central to “The Masses”, joined the staff. Louis Lozowick was also readily hired. Much of the “New Masses” staff would also become central to the CP’s primary organ, “The Daily Worker”, founded in 1924, as well as its West Coast imprint “The People’s World” and the special Sunday editions of either title. But “New Masses”, initially conceived as a purely cultural journal for revolutionaries, maintained the strongest arts content among Communist periodicals, hence, it attracted some brilliant talent. Gellert’s incendiary drawing adorned the first issue’s cover, as it would for many later issues over as many years.

All this while, other revolutionary artists of many nations were creating works of social commentary and engaging in the struggle toward political and social change. Most were Communists, some were Socialists, but regardless of party affiliation, these intellectuals (using the parlance of the day) were driven by a force greater than mere art for art’s sake. Art was indeed a weapon in the class struggle. Much of the energy in the period of the ‘20s-‘30s originated with the early Soviet organization ProletCult and a number of internationalist artists’ coalitions which were again rooted in the Leninist model. Yet there were, simultaneously, any number of independent artists influenced by this activity. Perhaps the most prominent was Diego Rivera, the great Mexican artist who traveled to the New York in the early 1930s and laid the groundwork for a whole school of thought stemming from traditional Latino cultural expression in response to the toils of factory life. His impact, and that of his wife and partner, the artist Frieda Kahlo, was felt widely and deeply. Rivera’s series “Detroit Industry” and perhaps much more so, his infamous tryptic “Man at the Crossroads”--designed for Rockefeller Center in 1933 but then violently rejected by the wealthy industrialists--remain legendary. The time and place was nothing short of electric.

A few years after, when Ellen Perlo had joined the ranks of the CPUSA, the tumult was raging in multiple directions. The Spanish Civil War bore a passionate anti-fascism throughout the Left, one which easily symbolized the economic and social displace of oppressed peoples. Thousands were driven to the cause yet this period of activation ran into that of Stalin’s purges, the first clarification of the extent the Soviet leader would go to in order to hold unchallenged power. As broken, sporadic news reports of his despotic rule became increasingly known, many would refute the Communist Party, but the desperation of the time in the face of a harsh US reactionary campaign against the Left, saw a new wave of interest in the American CP. And it was in this period in which the Party arts programs matured and became thoroughly aligned with the unions such as the United Mural Painters (organized by Hugo Gellert) and Screenwriters Guild (re-founded by gifted author and Party organizer John Howard Lawson), and the final period of the Works Progress Administration’s creative arms. During the war years, cultural worker organizations with an accent on visual art such as Artists for the Defense and Artists for Victory held important anti-fascist voices.

Ellen maintained an ongoing relationship with the cultural workers of the Party and in 1948, after the Perlos had moved to Queens, New York, their relationship with many increased further. Victor Perlo was an important advisor to the Henry Wallace presidential campaign that year and as a result, his comradeship with creative artists such as Paul Robeson brought them further into the circle---and, as it turned out, the center of the tumult.

The infamous Peekskill NY concert by the beloved Robeson, hosted by Howard Fast and also featuring an assortment of other progressive performers (indeed, this was the debut gig of the Weavers) occurred the following summer. The terrible reality of how the event devolved into a brutal riot by right-wing locals supported by area police against the families who attended has long overshadowed the music. Ellen Perlo explained:

“Vic and I flipped a coin to see which of us would have to stay home with the kids. I won. So I traveled up to Peekskill with friends. We got up to the site and joined in on a lovely picnic. Pete (Seeger) sang and led everyone in a singalong. It was a beautiful day with many children in attendance. The concert itself was wonderful”.

Photographs from this event show Robeson in performance on the makeshift stage surrounded by a phalanx of unionists acting as guards. The threats against Robeson by the forces of reaction had been well-established and an earlier planned concert in Peekskill had to be cancelled, thus on this occasion, the Party and its allies in attendance sought to take no chances. However, the event took an ominous turn at the conclusion. Ellen Perlo explained: “On the way out, as we walked to our cars, we saw a wall of cops and then we were encountered by these men – they were yelling out such filth to us. We all got into our cars and the drivers were directed by the police to one small road”. The dozens and dozens of cars were instructed to exit by way of a single-lane wooded path flanked by thickets of trees. The car Ellen was in was about mid-way through the long, slow-moving caravan when it came under assault: “These men began pounding the car with rocks. The windshield was immediately smashed! I was furious. Someone said, “Lie down, Ellen” but I was too angry, I shouted back at them. Later I had to comb shards of glass out of my hair. This was fascism—like what we are starting to see again today”, Perlo stated.

Resistance to the rising tide of fascism had led her into the Party’s ranks and then kept her deeply active within it. Post-World War Two, the Perlos had to contend with a uniquely American kind of rightist oppression: McCarthyism, the Red Scare and the House Committee on Un-American Activities.  In this period, the right-wing coalition of government and industry posed enough of a threat that many Communists either left the Party or went underground. In addition to the public hearings of the Hollywood Ten, many other progressive artists and other activists were hounded, blacklisted and subject to arrest if their testimony wasn’t very carefully navigated. Leaders of the Communist Party, too, were flagrantly harassed and then charged under the Smith Act with ‘the attempt to violently overthrow the US government’. These were, indeed, dark days.

By the earliest 1960s, as the Civil Rights struggle was coming to its initial boiling point, the left parties became driven by this pressing issue. Many Communists who’d been demoralized by the arch-right a decade before, took an open stand in this fight for equality. The Perlos were prominent among them. And Ellen also became a mover and shaker in both the Party’s Arts Club and within the staff of “World Magazine”, the Sunday insert to the CP newspaper--initially known as “The Daily Worker” by this time the paper had become “The Daily World”. Perlo recalls Joseph North, one of the deans of the Party’s cultural work for decades, still on staff as an editor. “We also had Seymour Joseph, Margaret Pittman and Marla Hoffman among others. The staff did everything: write, lay-out, proof-read”.

In addition to regular meetings which involved discussions on socio-political matters and the arts, the Arts Club was called on to create placards for demonstrations. “When the Party needed anything to do with art, they called us. Often we included the credit “Arts Club” under the slogan or imagery we created”, she explained. “There were so many people involved in the cause, not all of them were members of the CP but sometimes came to Club meetings and engaged in some of our projects”. When asked about this treasure trove of creative activists, Ellen’s eyes lit up. “Well, William Gropper lived right in Croton, but he wasn’t a member of the Club. We all knew and admired him, but he drifted in and out. Bob Minor’s widow Lydia also lived here; we were very close. Seymour Joseph the cartoonist of “The Daily World”: he was a lovely guy with a great sense of humor. Bill Andrews and Charles Keller were also gifted cartoonists who worked on the paper. One day in the early ‘70s Bill left, went home to Arizona and never said ‘goodbye’”, she recalled sadly.

And what of the celebrated Rockwell Kent and Hugo Gellert? “Rockwell, around 1960 when the worst of the McCarthy business was over, had his passport returned to him. We’d become friends in the mid-50s or so. Vic and I called on Rockwell and his wife Sally to congratulate him and our family spent a lot of time together at their place in the Adirondacks during summers. I have some of his artwork here”, she said, pointing to a moving framed sketch. He was not a Communist Party member but he was an outspoken social justice activist. And Gellert was a lovely fellow, a small man whose bright white hair I can still see. He was a member of the Party, of course, and the Club”.

 “Another member was Ollie Harrington who used to work on the paper before my time. He migrated to East Germany but air-mailed his cartoons in twice per week. He had an intense, dark look about him and his artwork was always full, finished in appearance, never sketchy. And Harry Gottlieb was a charming guy who was an overt Party member. He did beautiful silk screens. And of course we had Bob Ekins, a fabulous sculptor from Connecticut. He was very political and became one of the original Smith Act victims. One of his best known pieces depicted a little girl in the segregated south”.

The Arts Club also held an Artists’ Workshop in which outside artists were invited in to silkscreen. A wide reach of visual arts were presented to inspire creativity, particularly in the service of social change. But not everyone associated with the club was a visual artist. Perlo explained: “Walter Lowenfels, the great poet, was a close friend of ours”. She smiled while recalling him.  “He always wore a beret and was always full of life. But more than anything, he was ALWAYS writing poetry no matter where he was”.

The Communist Party Arts Club met weekly during the 1960s and ‘70s, offering educational and experiential activities as well as powerful discussion. Ultimately, with members moving away from the area, it morphed into a more general Party club. In recent times, it has dwindled. Victor Perlo continued to be a highly visible Communist economist and wrote a regular column for the paper that became “The Peoples Weekly World” (these days it’s online as “The People’s World” – www.peoplesworld.org) for the rest of his days.

Though Red Hill ceased to be a revolutionary stronghold, residents like Ellen Perlo kept the faith and remained active. She became a member, too, of Artists for Nuclear Disarmament and participated in the mass demonstrations of the 1980s and beyond. The Perlos spoke out against the Reagan and Bush administrations, war and inequity, and fought for workers’ rights through actions, art and the books they often wrote or edited together.  And their collection of literature and artwork served for decades as a veritable museum of the intellectual Left. “After Vic passed away, I gave quite a lot of our collection to the Party and they in turn had these items transferred to a CP archive at Frostburg State University (http://www.frostburg.edu/lewis-ort-library/aboutlib/depts/arch/perlo/). But I still enjoy surrounding myself with the special memories and the paintings, sketches, books, photographs and journals which hold them. We came through a lot”, she explained. “And these things are a little bit of history”.


As this article goes to press in 2016, seven years following my visit with Ellen Perlo up on Red Hill, it coincides with her one-hundredth birthday. Less active perhaps, but still immersed in her core beliefs in real social change through socialism, she extends her reach through the little bits of history she affected and may inspire for decades to come.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Concert Review: CARLA BLEY/STEVE SWALLOW/ANDY SHEPPARD

CARLA BLEY AT 80: 

Bley/Swallow/Sheppard in Concert, May 11, 2016, Steinway Hall, NYC

Concert review by John Pietaro

photo; wuot.org/post/carla-bley-hits-milestone-style#stream/0

The invite-only crowd lined up in the midtown flagship of the Steinway Piano company, the walls flanked by museum-quality instruments of deep black and stark white. The formality of the main room carried through into the new Steinway hall, a small auditorium with exquisite sound quality, but once the musicians were on stage, the polite quietude transformed into the hiply pensive. The occasion was the 80th birthday of renowned pianist and composer Carla Bley; the date served as both a concert by her trio with Andy Sheppard and Steve Swallow, and as a celebration of their new release on ECM, “Andando el Tiempo”.

Bley’s chamber trio kicked off the evening with the world premiere of “Copy Cat”, a lengthy, meditative piece that acted as something of a coda to the new album (see this writer’s review of “Andando el Tiempo” in the June issue of The New York City Jazz Record). According to Bley, the piano manuscript alone is 90-some pages long. While “Copy Cat” is driven by space, it maintains an underlying rhythmicity within Swallow’s 5-string electric bass drive and the pianist’s own terra firma. Andy Sheppard, in his high-voiced tenor saxophone, is often a perfect front to the Bley compositions, with use of circular breathing and extended techniques in addition to a singing, mournful tone. Though this music is complex enough that all members of the trio are, in essence, playing lead, the horn stands in its traditional role out front, and Sheppard’s voice on the instrument may be as unique as the composer herself. As the saxophonist engaged in featured forays, Bley often watched intently, seemingly as adamant about accompaniment as she was about her place as leader and the creator of the piece.

But this concert was not specific to Carla Bley, composer, for there was nearly as much piano art on display on stage as there was lining the venue. As she stated during the later Q and A segment, “I finally learned to really play the piano a few years ago”, indicating her earlier reliance on the organ or simply conducting in larger ensembles. She seems to have become one with the instrument: during more intense moments, she embraces it bodily, leaning over with head bowed almost to the point of her face touching the keys. The spiritual nature of such a posture, wrapping herself in the sound source, seemed all too appropriate to the moment.

The lack of a drummer in this chamber-oriented trio allowed for the full breadth of piano, saxophone and bass. Steve Swallow tended to hold the grooves together but surely, the three maintained great command of pulse, propulsion and vibe. There was also something of a nostalgic moment in the bossa nova which the second selection was built on; Swallow’s years with Stan Getz were reflected as he danced nimbly across his fingerboard and Sheppard’s tenor melody offered more than a hint of the Getz alto tone. With Bley loosely dropping rhythmic chords over and about the others, one could imagine her in the Gary Burton role of that early ‘60s Getz bossa-drenched quartet. In this regard, the evening was a nod to the era in which these fine veterans of the music first came of age.
At 80 years old, Carla Bley has given the listening public decades worth of gifts. She has developed new philosophies of the music, made any number of large experimental ensembles swing, co-founded the Liberation Music Orchestra, begat the Jazz Composers Orchestra Association, dabbled in punk-rock and straightahead jazz and shapeshifted at will. Most recently, Bley, in a small, somewhat fragile looking frame and brief halo of silver-gray, has taught us to breathe in the spare tonal music she is focused on at the moment.

Even at largo, she hasn’t slowed down a bit. 

Sunday, March 20, 2016

"RETORT" Magazine and WOODSTOCK NY

RELECTIONS ON “RETORT” AND WOODSTOCK NY
John Pietaro

"He painted eyes on me and I painted lips on him," Grace Greenwood said of Noguchi.  1929 Maverick Festival.   
Photo: Coursens Studio. (http://www.upstatediary.com/maverick/)


During one of our pilgrimages to the hallowed land of Woodstock NY, my wife Laurie Towers and I were perusing the Readers’ Quarry, a local used bookstore, where I was seeking out old left-wing journals. It’s my only vice.

As I thumbed through a vintage “Partisan Review”, the proprietor alerted me to a couple of issues of “Retort” that had just come in. Certain I must be aware of the magazine—as well as its history in Woodstock--she beamed while carefully taking them out of the glass case up front. “Wow”, I said wearing an embarrassed half-smile. “Retort”? No, I’m not familiar with it”. As she handed me the two beautifully preserved issues, both from 1947, I realized that her cocked eyebrow was not undeserved.

“Retort” was an anarchist journal of politics and the arts, with an accent on the latter. The magazine was founded by writer, anarchist, anti-war activist and traditional jazz enthusiast Holley Cantine, a Woodstock native. In his time as a writer, he’d completed at least two plays, several books and countless essays. The Anarchist Library website stated in a 2010 article ‘The Life of Holley Cantine’: ...every May Day Holley insisted on attending the annual celebration of this neglected holiday. The event he went to was organized by the Libertarian Book Club in New York City. At the event Cantine busted out his trombone and serenaded other attendees with solo renditions of favorites like “The Internationale” and “Solidarity Forever”. He also played in a band called The Woodchuck Hollow Brass and Woodwind Choir. As strange as it might sound, this group was quite particular in what it chose to rehearse and perform: German hunting calls and American patriotic music. That was their specialty.

Holley Cantine was soon joined by the radical poet Dachine Rainer and they resided and worked in a Cantine’s hand-built cabin in Bearsville, a hamlet within the Town of Woodstock, just up the road from Woodstock Village. The pair were married and raised a daughter along with some profound literature. Cantine was drawn back to the area, and Rainer to it, in the wake of a great artistic migration there which had actually begun at the dawn of the 20th century with the arts and crafts movement but rapidly grew into a call for the moderns by the ‘20s and ‘30s. But the migration to Woodstock really never ceased. Many of the most relevant US artists over the past century spent at least a period of time in the village or its surrounding hills, not the least of which was Hart Crane, Helen Hayes, John Dos Passos, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Howard Koch, John Cage, Rockwell Kent, Heywood Broun, Charles Mingus, Pete Seeger, George Bellows, John Garfield, Henry Cowell, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, the Band, Doris Lee, Van Morrison, Ed Sanders (ex of the Fugs) , the Rolling Stones among so many more. This most famous little village can also boast the Byrdcliffe Guild, its theatre and studios (1903—and still an institution), the Arts Students League (1906), the Maverick Artists’ Colony and concert hall (1915; the summer concert series is ongoing), Woodstock Playhouse (1937 till the present) and other organizations which helped to alter the course of creativity from this little corner upstate.

Woodstock’s first few decades as the colony of the arts provided common ground for both folk art and the shock of the new. Represented were the visual arts genres deemed Hudson River, Ashcan, Expressionist, Cubist and beyond. The area also offered advances in literature and poetry, a wealth of music ranging from folk songs through orchestral works, as well as a variety of theatre, ballet and modern dance. As early as 1915, the first “Woodstock Festival” occurred—it was a fundraiser for the site of the Maverick, founded by renegade poet and naturalist Hervey White who’d helped create Bydrcliffe but then rebelled against its orderliness. His annual fests were veritable celebrations fusing amphitheater performance to costumed pageantry, carnivals, feasts and presumably reckless abandon. White was fond of staging art exhibits in the natural splendor, within the forest which framed his colony, living, in every sense of the word, off of the land.

The roots of the hippie movement can be traced to places like Woodstock with its history of communes and so youth culture found some creative allies up there. Perhaps the prime mover for Woodstock as a hook for radical artists of the early ‘60s was Bob Dylan. At the behest of Peter Yarrow, whose family owned a cabin just behind Route 212, the young, upcoming songwriter escaped the Greenwich Village heat during the summer of ‘62 and found a deeply supportive community immersed in the quietude.  He made significant use of a room above the Café Espresso as a workspace; legend has it that “Subterranean Homesick Blues” was composed in those quarters. That club was the hub of folk music in Woodstock and in addition to Dylan, the likes of Joan Baez, Tim Hardin, Ramblin’ Jack Elliot, Peter Yarrow and Richard and Mimi Farina appeared there frequently. Other notable venues such as the Elephant, Sled Hill Café and Rose’s Cantina featured singer-songwriters through the 1960s and ‘70s and attracted a veritable all-star group of visiting performers including Phil Ochs, Tom Paxton, Jim Kweskin, Ian and Sylvia, Richie Havens, Maria Muldaur and Theodore Bikel.

By ‘67, a series of experiential happenings known as the Sound-Outs brought the avant garde into rock-n-roll, the drug culture and the open air. These festivals, really an outgrowth of those of Hervey White, engaged a new generation of experimentalists inspired by the irresistible vibes of this place. In his deeply informative book Small Town Talk, Barney Hoskyns states: “…it was an idyllic gathering of hippies who’d moved into the area, grooving to the music”. Bob Fass of WBAI-FM served as host of the Sound-Outs. His legendary free-form radio show always had access to cutting-edge performers, especially those of the counter culture, so the shows’ relevance was immediate. Fass offers a full explanation in the book The Roots of Woodstock, but in short order, stated: “The festivals were open-air affairs held on Pan Copeland’s farm in West Saugerties, NY. Some of the acts associated with the Sound-Outs include Ellen McIlwaine’s Fear Itself, the Colwell-Winfield Blues Band, Tim Hardin, Don McLean, Scott Fagan, Frank Wakefield, and Cat Mother and the All Night Newsboys”. Macro-biotic food was available, clarifying that sharing and embracing the land was all a part of the experience.

 “Hudson Valley” magazine also weighed in on the topic: “The Sound Outs were a series of impromptu concerts held on a farm between Saugerties and Woodstock. The first one, on Labor Day weekend 1967, included performers Richie Havens, Tim Hardin, Junior Wells, Billy Batson, and Major Wiley”. Also in town at the time were the Blues Magoos, Artie and Happy Traum, the Children of God and many more singer-songwriters and bands. It was a busy scene—and all of this predating the big festival so named for this place. Hoskyns cites that Phil Ochs was also a featured act in ’67 and the following year, UK progressive band Soft Machine, folkie Jerry Jeff Walker and a youthful James Taylor were present. These events (soon to be known as the Woodstock Sound Festival), attracted a great many other artists including Taj Mahal.

Dylan purchased a large house up in Byrdcliffe, overlooking Woodstock village, and the Band had taken up in “Big Pink” a couple of miles over in West Saugerties. Dylan’s infamous motorcycle accident occurred in the winding dirt roads of Ohayo Mountain. Bearsville has its own special history: some 20 years after Cantine and Rainer moved in, it became the home of the noted folk music manager Albert Grossman (agent for the majority of young folkies including Dylan) and there he put up a number of his representees such as the Band before moving Paul Butterfield and his crew in. As of the middle 1960s and for nearly a decade beyond, a goldmine of musicians from the folk, rock, jazz and pop genres could be found living, visiting or just gigging in and lose by this magical village. Grossman’s efforts also saw his profit margin rising to previously unimagined proportions and he owned most of the buildings that still stand in the Bearsville hamlet.

And of course all of this action and the increasing popularity of the Sound-Outs had Woodstock plotted out as the original site for the legendary ‘3 Days of Peace and Music’ which, due to its magnitude, was ultimately moved to the farmland of Max Yasgur some miles and a county over. But not holding “Woodstock” at Woodstock didn’t slow the creative input into the village. A wealth of jazz musicians set up home there in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s including Karl Berger and Ingrid Sertso whom, in the company of Ornette Coleman, founded the Creative Music Studio which spawned countless careers in this daring genre of post-modern jazz, free improv, world music and new composition. By the 1970s, the great jazz drummer Jack DeJohnette and bassist Dave Holland, both Miles Davis alumni, had taken up residence in Woodstock—and stayed.

The folkies, rockers, blues singers, hippies and runaways kept arriving too, often fruitlessly seeking some remnant of the big festival, but then staying on and adding to the magic in some way. A few of the wonderful characters remain in town including the beloved Richochet and the quite mythic Grandpa Woodstock, previously seen in the company of his lady Esther, Village Green perennials. The area’s reputation for genteel tolerance was disaffected when the Tinker Street home Grandpa and Esther have shared since the 1990s was raided by Ulster County narcs a couple of years ago; the terms of his probation forced him to move out so he spends summers under the Woodstock skies and winters in warmer climates. For all of its deeper meaning and empowering visions, the drug culture of the original hippie period also arrived with some very damaging aspects including diminishing health, impoverishment, homelessness and a few mind-blowing trips of no return. And at times, reliance on such substances has little to do with culture and was bound in visceral wounds and an unshakable loneliness. This stark reality led to the formation of the social service agency Family of Woodstock. Family’s office is still there on Rock City Road and it has branched out into other areas of the mid-Hudson Valley, offering counseling and assistance to many broken, addicted and disaffected individuals. True to form, its mission is one of acceptance but also striving toward health and accomplishment.

Into the ‘70s Todd Rundgren built his Utopia Video Studio just behind Albert Grossman’s compound and his home and regular Utopia recording studio further over on Mink Hollow Road. Rundgren’s history with the area goes back to his work as the brash phenom producer of the Band’s ‘Stage Fright’ album among other credits. In those years, performances proliferated in venues such as the legendary Joyous Lake and Levon Helm’s place (the site of his later Midnight Rambles) as well as the Colony Café among others. The rockers, jazz artists, blues singers, folkies and bluegrass musicians were joined by an influx of reggae bands. But not all of the nightlife was led by artists seeking higher truths---dance clubs that featured disco and flowing cocaine brought in a gold rush of big money and bigger spending. But the boom, like all such fast grabs for profit, wouldn’t last. As is well-known among Woodstock lore, Rundgren experienced a harrowing break-in late one night in 1980 as he was mixing tracks. He found himself at gun-point and was tied up by the thieves and burglarized of much expensive equipment. He packed up what remained and left town rapidly. Some say he took the music with him.

At this point it would be impossible to separate Woodstock from the arts but this little village and town is also the home of considerable revolutionary philosophy and historic uprisings too.  Over many generations, struggles for peace, equality and environmentalism, among other issues dear to the left have been central. These probably date back prior to the Down Rent Wars of 1845, rebellions of farmers in opposition to vampiric tax increases—but the Woodstock Women in Black have held their weekly silent vigils each Saturday since George W Bush’s first saber-rattling, and have no reason to stop any time soon. The area’s been a draw for free thinkers, socialists, communists, pacifists, and anarchists of every stripe. Naturally, the creative community have almost always been deeply enmeshed with those residents of radical politics and this can be traced at least to Ralph Whitehead’s arrival as he began to build the Byrdcliffe colony at the dawn of the 20th century. He’d based his vision of a shared space on his own socialist philosophy and this inherent leftism has been an active part of much of the Woodstock experience, particularly among artists.

After years of a diminishment of performance venues, a wonderful rebirth has been occurring in Woodstock with new eateries and bars, most of which feature live music. The Colony Café lay silent for several years and then re-opened under new and enthusiastic ownership as the Colony. The visuals, staging, sound equipment, array of performers as well as the food and drink are wildly improved and the revamped space now stands as a high-level venue. The new owners are celebrating the era of the Colony’s years as a hotel of yore and display a wonderful old sign found in the basement during renovated, only slightly distressed, declaring “Rooms with Private Bath—Rates $1.50 and up”. Priceless. But that’s not all. Woodstock Shindig, the Lodge (a newly renovated motel and restaurant), Woodstock Sessions are among the more recent spaces that offer live performance. The Wok-n-Roll restaurant continues with regular performances too, and there are special live music events at various other sites in and around the village. Not the least of which is the old Utopia Studio, transformed into the Bearsville Theatre around 2008, a premier concert venue boasting artists of note and/or popular acclaim. But another building of the Grossman compound has for decades been occupied by the local independent radio station, WDST-FM Radio Woodstock. The station has won major accolades for its programming and also its sense of community and embrace of the area’s progressive values. 

There are also special annual events like the Woodstock Film Festival, Reggae Festival, Guitar Festival and Goddess Festival. The Woodstock Writers organization also hosts events, primarily a celebrated Woodstock Book Festival.  This writer will modestly add that he was the organizer and producer of a number of events on various Woodstock stages in the 2005-10 period, including the Woodstock Woody Guthrie Festival and the Woodstock Phil Fest, the latter in tribute to Phil Ochs. And the very town square, the Village Green, is the site of several concerts each year as well as weekly drum circles. There are several excellent art galleries, a museum run by the Byrdcliffe Guild/Woodstock Artists Association that also holds concerts, and a quite renowned Center for Photography (built on the site of what was Café Espresso) as well as the wonderful Woodstock Music Shop, record stores, an truly excellent bookstore in the Golden Notebook (the only one following the closure of the Readers’ Quarry, where this essay began), rock-n-roll nostalgia shops, a variety of inns and eateries, a historic community center—the site of an annual Dr. King honor and the area’s public access TV studio--and an awe-inspiring artists’ cemetery. This most famous little village’s sounds, sites, readings, and productions, along with its progressive politicos and radical activists, continues to thrive.

But back to “Retort”.

According to Alf Evars, Woodstock’s official historian, the first issue was released in June, 1942 at the behest of Holley Cantine. At that point its message sat on the fence of a pacifist ideal, angling its ire toward government of any kind let alone involvement in any war (even the “good” one). Five years later, with the inclusion of the noted Dachine Rainer, the journal had claimed its “Anarchist Quarterly” subtitle. And with the rightward turn of the nation, Woodstockers found reasonable wisdom in its pages. Rainer was a close associate of e.e. cummings, W.H. Auden and many other celebrated modernist poets—including Ezra Pound during his darkest days (though her politics sharply differed from his). Born in Manhattan, 1921, but a world traveler, she was reared toward radical thought as a child, acutely aware of the Sacco and Vanzetti case as it happened in real time. By 1944, she would become a published author with a piece in the magazine “Politics”, edited by Dwight McDonald who’d already been acknowledged as a journalist and editor of note within left circles. In tandem with Cantine, she would found and edit radical literary magazines “The Wasp” and “Prison Etiquette” in addition to “Retort”. Rainer maintained a life of outspoken activism and also wrote novels and collections of poetry of considerable note. She outlived Cantine by some years and spent later decades traveling from New York to Europe, walking always within the ranks of the leading writers of her time. Rainer ultimately settled in London where she’d remain until her 2000 passing.

While Rainer’s legacy is not bound to “Retort”, it remains a considerable facet among the accomplishments of both she and Cantine. The Anarchist Library website, in writing on “Retort”, went so far as to state that it’s, “a superb example of what an independent and radical publication could be. Mixing book reviews with long essays and thoughtful editorials, poetry and personal experiences, Retort is still a great read”. Here-here.

So this brings me back to this particular Woodstock visit and the two issues of focus here…
“Retort” Vol 3, Number 4, Spring 1947 – The cover of each issue of “Retort” displays, in a professional journal manner, highlights of what’s to come within. This particular number boasts a gun-metal gray  cover featuring “The New Russian Resistance” by Canine and Rainer as well as “Anti-Bolshevist Communism in Germany” (by Paul Mattick) and “Art in the Desert” (George Woodcock) as well as some other pieces. The inside cover includes ads for back issues of this title (“50 cents per copy”) as well as two others: “Now”, a British anarchist journal edited by Woodcock with George Orwell among the contributing writers, and a downtown New York mag called “Resistance!” (“formerly “Why?”).

The title page of this issue of “Retort” offers credits for the joint editors and the statement, “RETORT is hand-set and hand-printed by the editors”. The small print at the bottom lists the address as simply Bearsville NY and clarifies that single copies sold for 40 cents, subscriptions $1.50 per year for four issues. Interestingly, it clarifies that “Retort” does not pay for contributed articles. Of course this was a highly grass-roots effort but it’s odd that writers on the left would decide up front that they wouldn’t pay creatives, even as writers and others in the arts had been struggling for recognition as cultural workers for decades.

The opening piece is the editorial which kicks off a series entitled “Anti-Third World War”; this installment is dedicated to the anti-Stalinist movement in left circles which had been present throughout the post-Lenin years but made a resurgence in the aftermath of WW2. There is also a follow-up to this piece, furthering the anti-Stalin argument and a last editorial which focuses on May Day 1947 (in New York, not Red Square), speaking to the bureaucracy within the Communist and Socialist parties as well as smaller splinter organizations amidst the marches and other celebratory gatherings. The authors mock the big midtown parade and rally, though it was 50,000 strong, for the presence of American flags, Sousa march music and “the slogans, now taken out of packing boxes, much like last year’s Christmas decorations”. The author went on to add that the meeting held by the SP was akin to a wake, but also stated that, “it was impossible to attend all of the gatherings since each little party and sect had its own ceremony”.

It is ironic that Cantine, a true supporter of May Day traditions and most certainly the author of this critique, would denounce the legitimacy of the mass NYC parade and cite the use of brass bands and Sousa marches considering his own musical involvement in the events where he was among the performers. But his pointed criticisms raise even further questions. In the time of this writing, 2016, radicals continue to long for a period when left organizations and labor marched together in mass marches and rallies of these huge proportions, and there was still energy for numerous other, more revolutionary May Day events. Perhaps this editorial’s most vexing feature is the continued fracturing of the US left in the face of the growing right-wing threat in Washington. During the summer prior to this piece’s publication, “The Hollywood Reporter” outed prominent screenwriters and directors as communists and the barrage continued into October of ’47 when the first HUAC hearings would damn the Hollywood 10 as traitors. Hindsight may be 20/20 but we now recognize how the left’s divide only led to the rise of the right.

This issue of “Retort” continues on with “Anti-Bolshevist Communism in Germany” before moving into some articles on the arts. Guest writer George Woodcock offers “Arts in the Desert”, a piece, curiously enough, about the state of culture in his native UK. He cites some musical advances due to the availability of record players and names a few modern composers (Tippet, Brittan) but maintains that the excitement remains on the old classical and baroque masters. He briefly reviews ballet (nothing on modern dance), and somehow uses the moment to make some disturbing anti-gay slurs. How wrong it seems for a progressive essayist and historian to refer to male dancers as “queens” and then go on to explain that while he is not a “queer baiter”, he feels that the lack of acceptance of gay lifestyles has created in this community “an exaggerated reaction” which gives ballet “an unhealthy nature”.

Woodcock goes on in his overview of the British arts scene by stating that “the theatre proper is at a standstill” and writes similarly of English film. While the true ‘kitchen sink’ British realism was a few years away, its roots could be found in other realist movements which were very strong in Europe in the post-War years, including “It Always Rains On Sunday”, a Brit production of 1947. The reviewer seems fully unaware of this.

Woodcock remains as passionless about the state of literature, giving a bit of a nod to poets including Dylan Thomas, but, he states, he is hopeful that young writers “may produce something better than the ‘Marxist’ writing of a previous generation”. The outlook, he offers is not very bright.
The magazine next gives us free-verse poetry by Dachine Rainer, a piece for Rilke, and then moves into a letters-to-the-editor section, ‘Retorting’. The first letter is by the noted Dwight Macdonald who soundly criticizes the editors for their negative review of Orwell in an earlier issue, referring to it as “unjustified abuse”. Dachine Rainer snaps back with a defensive er, uh, retort which reminds Macdonald that he’d apparently printed some anti-Orwell sentiment in his “Partisan Review” not long before!

The magazine next features a detailed look at a magazine under the editorial watch of Macdonald, “Politics”. The reviewer was careful to remind readers that Macdonald had begun his literary career as a Marxist before moving wholehearted into the Trotskyist movement and that over the course of several issues, the political and philosophical viewpoint wavered in a questionable manner.

Before closing, “Retort” Vol 3 No 4 gives brief reviews of new recordings which, happily range from modern (Copland, Dvorak, Prokofiev, Stravinsky) to classical orchestral and chamber works to folk songs. As to the latter, John Jacob Niles, the most celebrated of the concert folksingers of the day, is hit hard by the reviewer when “he melodramatically hams and sobs” his way through a collection called ‘Early American Carols’.

Special mention must be made of the inside back cover of this issue, which includes an ad for a Motive Book Shop in Waco Texas, where Henry Miller’s ‘Murder the Murderer’ was available for $1.25 and a free copy of ‘The Southern Temper’ by Judson Crews was included too. Just beneath this was an advertisement for a Four Seasons Book Shop then located in Greenwich Village; its spring catalog included Kafka, Cocteau, DH Lawrence, and more, as well as EM Forster’s ‘Aspects of the Novel’.

So what of my other find, “Retort” Vol 4 No 1 of Autumn 1947? First, off, this issue’s cover is in a dark blood red, quite striking. The featured articles include “The New Russian Resistance”, another classic anti-Stalinist article by the editorial couple, and two arts pieces as well as reviews and poetry.
A short, stunning Yeats poem, “Great Day” fills the space at the end of the lead article and offers a rather Orwellian look at the after-effects of revolution. It is followed by a Cantine essay, “Art: Play and Its Perversions” which analyzes the plight of the artist in capitalist society rather eloquently. A proper poetry section fills the center of the volume, with works by British poets George Sims and Alex Comfort, followed by a Rainer piece and then selections by Pearl Bond, Jackson Mac Low and Martin Dworkin, none of whom were familiar to me upon first reading. The issue then moves to a hefty article on Bakunin by Michael Grieg and then a series of book and brief record reviews. Just before the end of this issue, the inside back cover sports a pair of ads of note: the first is an appeal by the editors for readers to send a parcel of food or clothing to poor families in Germany—and for those unable to afford both this mailing and a renewal of a subscription, “Retort” offers a free renewal to those who give to this cause. And it’s followed by the announcement of a “new theoretical magazine devoted to the international movement of democratic socialism—Modern Review”.
As I closed the crimson cover and plotted out a space for these two historic volumes on my shelf of revolutionary literature, I thought back to the time and place in which these magazines were written and distributed from. 

Cantine and Rainer should be recalled as authentic members of Woodstock’s radical arts history. But they also should be viewed as independent anarchist cultural voices in the frenetic period that bridged the push leftward and the abject reaction to it. Even as a vicious, single-minded mission to silence radicals boiled over in film studios, government offices and corporate palaces, “Retort” offered its own brand of fight-back from a Bearsville cabin, largely untouched by the tumult that would last for decades.

  References:
Retort, Spring 1947, Vol 3, Number 3. Bearsville NY
Retort, Autumn 1947, Vol 4, Number 1. Bearsville NY
Evars, Alf. Woodstock: History of An American Town, NY: 1987
Hoskyns, Barney. Small Town Talk: Bob Dylan, the Band, Van Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix & Friends in the Wild Years of Woodstock, MA: Da Capo Press, 2016
(no author credit) It Happened in Woodstock, NY: 1972
Smart, P and Moynihan, TP. Woodstock and Rock, NY Purple Mountain Press, 1994
http://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/holley-cantine-double-double-toil-and-trouble#toc2
http://rootsofwoodstock.com/2009/06/22/bob-fass-on-the-woodstock-sound-outs
http://www.hvmag.com/Hudson-Valley-Magazine/August-2009/By-the-Time-We-Got-to-Woodstock
http://www.woodstockwriters.com
http://www.wdst.com
http://www.woodstockfilmfestival.com
http://www.woodstockart.org
David McDonald’s excellent documentary “Woodstock: You Can’t Get to There From Here

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