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Folkstreams Tribute and Introduction to Catching the Music

Tuesday, April 10th, 2007

The following is the text of a speech given by Peggy Bulger before the March 11, 2007 AFI Folkstreams event and concert for Catching the Music.

Good afternoon, I’m Peggy Bulger, director of the American Folklife Center at the Library of Congress. The Center was created by an act of Congress in 1976 to “preserve and present American folklife” and we are home to the world’s largest ethnographic archive, with over 4 million items, in every format, including film and video formats. These recordings are part of our cultural heritage and continue to be invaluable to scholars and artists, who research the folk cultures that inform our lives. The American Folklife Center is pleased to be associated with Folkstreams, a unique web initiative to make ethnographic documentary films available to all through preservation and access. is a video-streaming website, built as a national repository of documentary films and videos that celebrate American roots culture. These films have been produced by independent filmmakers, folklorists, anthropologists and others and they document the diverse cultures that make up the American experience – music, dance, storytelling, craft, folk medicine, belief, rituals and family folklore are all found in the films of Folkstreams. The idea for Folkstreams grew out of attempts by documentary filmmakers to get their films seen, since they don’t often fit the mold for mass-market outlets, and this is work that mainstream corporate sponsors have ignored over the years. However, Folkstreams carries some of the most significant and artistic documentaries of the 20th century . . . this is not YouTube! Like the Farm Security Administration photo collection at the Library of Congress, or the Alan Lomax field recordings of Leadbelly, Woody Guthrie and Jelly Roll Morton at the American Folklife Center, Folkstreams will define important aspects of our national culture, these films are essential to our cultural memory. The films preserve the style and the context of enacted folk performance, two keys to the interpretation of a text, an object, or an event that, before the advent of film technology, could not be adequately documented.

The films are streamed on the website together with extensive background materials that highlight the importance of the documentary record. This project was the brainchild of Tom Davenport, and it’s my pleasure to introduce Tom to you today.

Tom Davenport is an independent filmmaker and distributor who hails from Delaplane, Virginia. He graduated from Yale University and went to Hong Kong with a Yale program to teach English in New Asia College. He subsequently spent several years in Taiwan studying Chinese language and culture. He began his filmmaking career by working with documentary filmmakers Richard Leacock and Don Pennebacker in NYC. His first documentary film was completed in 1969 on the Chinese traditional art of Tai Chi. The next year he returned to rural Virginia and established an independent film company with his wife and co-producer, Mimi. They are best known for a series of films that feature traditional folktales, titled “From the Brothers Grimm” and they won the Andrew Carnegie Award from the American Library Association for “Best Children’s Film of 1998”. When Tom met up with folklorist Dan Patterson of the folklore faculty at UNC at Chapel Hill, they produced a series of folklife documentaries that celebrate southern culture and are used regularly in the training of folklorists.

Tom was the inspiration and perspiration behind Folkstreams, which has taken off in a major way in the past few years. It is fitting that the AFI Silver Theater is honoring Folkstreams today, so please welcome the Godfather of Folkstreams, Tom Davenport.

Catching Time’s Winged Chariot: Stephen Wade on Catching the Music

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007

On March 11, 2007 musician Stephen Wade appeared at the AFI Silver in Silver Spring, Maryland along with a group of young musicians to screen the 1987 documentary film about him and perform a selection of traditional music. Before the music, he gave an eloquent account of himself, the film and the changes “Time’s winged chariot” have wrought in the years since the film was made.

Twenty years have passed since we made Catching the Music. With the exception of those who attended the portions filmed at Arena Stage, and some of them–I hesitate to call them extras-have come here today, as well as fiddler Alan Jabbour, who’s out of town this weekend at a conference–otherwise he’d have been here too-everyone seen in the film has passed on. Seven months after it first aired, Doc Hopkins died, in January 1988, a few days short of his 88th birthday. And both Virgil and Mabel Anderson have gone on too.

Looking back, I guess if any line in the film still echoes for me, it’s when Fleming says, “We are a family, a family is not necessarily just blood.” I’ve come to realize over the years just how richly he knew that to be true, to be even possible. Fleming himself had been adopted as a boy, and that part of his life with a family not necessarily blood turned out well for him. Now, as his words linger in memory, his home, that apartment up in an attic, also comes to mind.

On those evenings there in his eagle’s nest we faced each other in the blue light from his color television and the yellow light from his collection of kerosene lamps. With his banjo in his lap, he’d drink bourbon after bourbon, the amber liquid spinning around the ice cubes in his glass. His long, gnarled fingers reaching always for another unfiltered cigarette.

At those times, too, lyrics surfaced in his mind from pools of memory many years deep. He would sing:

Long John said before he died,
Two more roads I’d like to ride,
What, oh what can they be,
The Southern Pacific and the Sanctifeed.

Sanctifeed? Fleming was rolling again. Although that last railroad was obviously the Santa Fe, he pronounced it Santa Fee, and then reconstituted it into Sanctifeed. He tied a local pronunciation to a liturgical word and locked it on to a rambler’s lyric. The song’s dimensions enlarged; a gospel railroad lay just ahead. When Fleming found notches like that, I’d be giggling, he’d be cool, and then, with a sly look on his face, he’d say, “Gotcha!”

The tradition had gone so far into his sinews, the music he knew had blended into his frame; the two became indivisible, and the eccentricities of the art and the man merged-inseparable, idiomatic, intuitive.

Fleming often cited a musician from western North Carolina, Bascom Lamar Lunsford. A lawyer by profession, but best remembered as a song collector and performer, Lunsford had recorded more than four hundred pieces for the Library of Congress, the largest contribution any one musician ever made to the folksong collection. Fleming particularly recalled his first visit to the old man’s Asheville home: “My wife and I drove a 1951 MGB roadster straight through to North Carolina. I still remember looking down the sides of those mountain roads. If you fall off in winter, they don’t dig you out till spring. When we got there, Lunsford’s greeting was to show us how he’d perfected the art of writing his whole name without ever lifting the pencil off the paper. After we’d driven fifteen hours from Chicago he wrote his name for the first half hour.” Nevertheless, Fleming maintained, this musician, called the Minstrel of the Appalachians “sang like he meant it.”

Lunsford had recorded an ancient one-chord song called “Darby’s Ram.” The tune, one of George Washington’s favorites, describes a mythical beast who

Had a horn, sir,
And it reached right to the moon,
A man went up in January,
Didn’t get back till June.

Fleming said Bascom sang “This old ramma had a horn.” Fleming wanted me to know this: “Ramma-he didn’t sing ram.” The lesson was: “You play it like you want it to be played. You make Cialis professional a statement. This is me-you’re exposing yourself–this is the way I see it. And that man knew he wanted to sing ramma.” Then Fleming picked up his banjo and sang the old song, and all of a sudden, you saw the mighty animal. He inscribed it, depicted it, captured it.

As these evenings unfolded in his apartment, Fleming would say, “Don’t be afraid to play things simply–what you want all the time is contrast. Play it two-finger, now three….” We’d drift through tunes, celebrating the players and their individual styles. “Here’s the attack of Roscoe Holcomb–that’s east Kentucky two-finger thumb lead…Listen to Wade Ward’s clean lope–that’s southwestern Virginia clawhammer….Look how Uncle Dave Macon rocked the rhythm–that’s the Tennessee black influence….” We were drawing from a national portrait gallery of performers, eliciting notes and reproducing licks the way a lawyer relies on precedents. Our renderings would be indebted to these masters. We might take a song recorded by two entirely different players and combine parts, or work out a whole repertoire from a single musician’s point of view. Either way, the musicians we learned from signified values. There was only one way to thank them: to learn their styles, to publish it to the world, and finally, to go our own way.

A traditional tune has recognizable contours, yet becomes most genuinely alive in the personal solutions brought by its individual practitioners. It is given to us freely, and kept in the public domain. It is cherished and remembered by old people, catalogued and conserved by scholars, saved and affirmed by fans. Discs left in a hat box, records found at a yard sale, instruments taken from a closet, recordings made at home-all of these survivals result from an ethic of taking care.

The lessons my teacher gave me came from another time, almost another world. He also gave me his banjo. It marks a special moment in my life, but Fleming’s banjo is merely on loan to me, and someday it must belong to someone else. In that, it is like the music itself, capacious enough that we can hold it close, and for a time, make it our own.

This process, then, marks not just ancestries but continuities. Present here today are several younger players who are themselves catching the music, making it their own. Over the past several years I’ve come to know Jason Byrd, Liberty Dawne Rucker, and Michael Monseur. I cherish their friendship. I’m not their teacher; they’re far too advanced for that, but I’m grateful that they’re interested in what I have to say, that they’ll listen to any number of recordings I thrust at them, and graciously read the materials I sometimes push across their kitchen tables.

Today, they’ll bring you bits of their own stories in the course of presenting their songs. To that end, I’ve asked my revered musical colleague of nearly twenty years, Zan McLeod, to help me as we place these young performers center stage. If they are like a rose, well, they’re about to be surrounded by two thorns. But Zan is a brilliant musician; small wonder he appears on over a hundred albums. He is a North Carolina native who grew up just a few miles from the birthplace of Earl Scruggs. His grandfather, the postmaster of tiny South Carolina town, played the banjo every Saturday night on the Spartansburg radio barn dance, and now Zan is the keeper of that instrument. It’s a joy to play with him as we welcome now Jason Byrd, himself a transplanted North Carolinian, and whom I’d never have met if it weren’t for Zan. Oh, just a week ago, Jason and his wife had their first child, Sophia, and he hasn’t slept much since. Like Catching the Music seen twenty years later, life moves on.

Stephen Wade
American Film Institute
Silver Spring, Maryland
March 11, 2007

Tom Davenport Interviewed on Kojo Nnamdi Show

Tuesday, March 13th, 2007

Recently, our project director, Tom Davenport was interviewed on the Kojo Nnamdi show, a popular radio program in the Washington, DC area broadcast on WAMU. Listen to the interview in Real Audio.

Or visit the station’s website.

Catching the Music: Stephen Wade and Folkstreams at the AFI

Thursday, March 8th, 2007

Folkstreams will be at the The American Film Institute Silver Theater for a screening of the film “Catching the Music,” about musician Stephen Wade followed by a live performance by Wade and several younger players. This event takes place at 2 PM (first day of daylight savings time) Sunday March 11, 2007 at the AFI Silver Theater in Silver Spring, Maryland. Tickets

A Deluge of Digital Content

Thursday, March 8th, 2007

An interesting aside to the emergence of YouTube as a possible location to collect folk culture, is Brock Read’s comments on the ubiquity of digital content, which may far exceed the commercial production of content. Whether this will be any more artistically meaningful than vernacular photographs far outnumbering art or commercial photography remains to be seen. It does mean have significance for those who value the vernacular and is more evidence folklorists and historians will be mining this trove for decades to come.

Cellphone cameras and digital-video devices have turned college students into campus watchdogs and have made YouTube a household name. In doing so, the tools have generated an amazing amount of digital content.

It would take 161 billion gigabytes of storage space (or, for those who like their standards of measurement more tangible, an equal number of iPod Shuffles) to hold all the digital material created in the last year, according to a new study. The study, conducted by IDC, a firm specializing in tech-related market research, argues that digital information is growing ever more democratic. By 2010, the company says, more than 70 percent of existing digital content will have been created by consumers. –Brock Read (original post).

Creature from the Black Lagoon: Folk Culture Emerges on YouTube

Sunday, March 4th, 2007

A folk culture is clearly emerging on video sharing websites such as the well-known YouTube, which demands exploration by folklorists and others. Out of the chaos of exaggeration and inanity, the mundane and bizarre, a vernacular visual style and vocabulary will undoubtedly emerge coherently enough to be recognized as a folk way.

One person sharing a crazy video may represent a work of art, and if weird or wonderful enough, perhaps represent a work of “outsider art,” or if it represents the creation of a mundane but well made artifact, a work of folk craft. Call it what you like, but when thousands of people start doing the same thing, undoubtedly a folk idiom will emerge, ugly and monstrous from the black lagoon of of the monitor screen.

YouTube does by default what documentary folk filmmakers have done by intent for decades. When people make videos of how they live, what their interests are and create visual stories, they are documenting their folk culture and creating folk artifacts. The folk documentary filmmaker may be more sensitive to discovering the important things to record, take a more academic or “neutral” approach to documenting folk culture, but YouTube content represents both the creation of folk art and culture as well as documenting of the culture. Moreover, it enables people to document their own culture without an intermediary, as most folk documentary work has been done, through the auspices of a folklorist.

This tension between the folklorist and the people they study has led to distrust between the folklorist and their subjects, as well as anger by the subjects who perceive they are being used or the folklorist somehow profits by the culture they created. Enabling people to be aware of and document their own folk culture may have its flaws, but it also opens up interesting new possibilities. It is certain to democratize the study of folk culture. However, it fits with the process of “amateurizng” that has been going on since the middle of the twentieth century, starting with the rise of amateur astronomy and gaining huge momentum with the web. Increasingly, fields of study are under the influence of this “amateurizing” process and amateurs will play a role in academic pursuits whether the academics like it or not.

YouTube enables a “self-documenting” folk culture, in which elements of commercial culture are drawn into folk culture (when video makers spoof television advertisements or incorporate commercially produced culture into their own cultural artifacts). Folk song has a precedent for this, wherein a song published as a commercial “broadside” would be played by people for so long they would forget its commercial origins and begin to change the lyrics to suit their own lives, thus producing a “folk” song. This interplay between commercial culture and the culture people create and use in their daily lives goes on continuously. Between the official culture and ordinary culture, between commercial culture and ordinary culture, creating folk culture and feeding folk culture back into commercial culture (when a folk artist becomes popular enough to be commercial…this process is seen in rap music).

YouTube represents the emergence of a moving picture folk culture on the web, both as expression (folk art) and as documentary (an unconscious amateur folk record). It may be that some of those under the YouTube effect, will decide to point their cameras at folk culture intelligently and consciously and start down the road to becoming a collector of folk life. This has the potential for many more eyes on the culture, catching it earlier and more deeply than a lone “song catcher” wandering through the folk collecting songs just before they disappear (watch Afro-American Work Songs in a Texas Prison on Folkstreams for a folk art that vanished just after it was filmed).

Visions of Paradise

Friday, October 7th, 2005

We are video streaming a remarkable series of films by Irving Saraf and Allie Light. The “Visions of Paradise” series includes Possum Trot: The Life and Work of Calvin Black, 1903-1972; Angel That Stands By Me: the Paintings of Minnie Evans; Hundred and Two Mature: The Art of Harry Lieberman; Grandma’s Bottle Village: The Art of Tressa Prisbrey; The Monument of Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder.

Like many of the documentary films on Folkstreams, an artist is the centerpiece of the film. Through the interview or examination of the artist’s work and life I have discovered one can learn many things about life itself. The films are also useful to anyone who wants to become an artist or understand better the personality and motivations of an artist. For the budding artist, the interviews and examination of the artist’s works show how art arises from or becomes a part of the artist’s life. I would recommend any beginning filmmaker watch these wonderfully constructed films.

I cannot recommend Possum Trot and Grandma’s Bottle Village more highly. Both films explore the striking creations of eccentric individuals. Possum Trot explores the mechanical doll creations of an enigmatic man who made his living from a roadside attraction out in the desert. In a Disneyland on acid, we visit a strange reformulation of the theme park animatronic figures, handmade, individual and low tech compared to the scientific, sterile and high tech displays of the theme park. One example of the artistic power of these creations is the merry-go-round.
When facing the revolving sets of dolls, you see a doll’s face and then a mirror reflecting yours. There is something ineffable and profound about this.

What do you do when you have a collection of 17,000 pencils? You build a house for them. When Tressa Prisbrey found out how much it would cost to purchase cement blocks to house her collection, she decided to go to the dump. Here she found the ‘one million and fifteen’ bottles that make up her village of buildings constructed entirely of discarded bottles. As she says “nobody in their right mind would build a place like this, especially not an old woman.” Long before recycling became cool, the “crazy lady” was busy constructing one building after another out of bottles. From inside the ethereal, stained glass like walls, light cascades through the mult-colored bottles. More than just practical, one can find hints of post-modern whimsy in her works, such as the blue bottles, literally, for her “flower garden” in the front of the house in Grandma’s Bottle Village.

Hundred and Two Mature gives us insight into the nature of an artist. By coming to art late in life, it makes the process of transformation more visible than it would for someone who exhibited artistic ability at a younger age.

Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder, being an outcast with “no place to be” always wanted to build a place where people could find the spirits along with food and a place to sleep. About his art he says, “when I complete a job, … I like to look at it for a while, then I never see it again.” He hope his efforts would to “bring together the wisdom of the old and the enthusiasm of the young.” This film examines the beauty and meaning of his art, and I invite you to see how well building his monumental home he succeeds in sharing that spirit with others.

These films also let us examine how each artist looks for answers to questions such as how do we deal with the tragedy of life: coping with aging, death and the weightlessness of our self constrained by the material nature of existence.

Theresa Segreti, Director of Design and Education at the American Visionary Art Museum described this series of favorite visionary arts films as “a great treasure” and went on to say “How happy we are here at The Visionary that such care was taken with our favorite films and made accessible to so many. It’s a great resource. Great job and thank you.” We are thankful for the opportunity to stream these wonderful films.

Hurricane Katrina Vignette

Wednesday, August 31st, 2005

Hurricane Katrina Vignette

Yesterday, watching coverage on the aftermath of hurricane Katrina, my attention was drawn to the television by the sound of drumming, the kind one associates with a marching band. In the middle of devastation brought by the hurricane at Biloxi, Mississippi, a reporter for CNN was doing a standup shot in front of some wreckage piled up by the storm surge. In the background, the source of this unlikely sound appeared. I was astonished to see passing by the camera location, a group of men, arranged in two lines. As they came into focus, I could see they were a cleanup crew shouldering chainsaws and sporting fluorescent safety vests. They marched in line down the road, headed by a pair of drummers. It was stirring and heartfelt to see people in the middle of such devastation celebrating the work of recovery, expressing their spirit against the tragedy and chaos all around them. It recalled the mythic fife and drum bands of Mississippi folklore.

What is a fife and drum band you might ask? A group of men playing one or more drums, often a bass drum and smaller drum along with one or more fifes, a kind of pipe or flutelike instrument. In parts of Mississippi, musicians play a kind of rhythmical music called “fife and drum.” Although the tradition survives in the hill country outside of Memphis and along the east bank of the Mississippi, fife and drum was reported to exist in the southwest corner of Mississippi in the early twentieth-century. I can’t tell you with any certainty this was a remnant of the fife and drum tradition. What I do know is I had heard that sound before, the sound of those two drums recalled the sounds I had heard Othar Turner and his friends play in Gravel Springs Fife and Drum.

I was reminded that folklore is not confined to the past or even confined to its heroes like Othar Turner, but is alive and well in every community. People sometimes like to romanticize folk culture and folklore subjects, to treat them like endangered species, but folkways are survivors, like the people I saw marching off to reconstruct their city, as long as they are useful, as long as they strengthen and bring together a community. It was fascinating to witness this reminder of the longevity of folk tradition, the power of folklore and the continuity of musical tradition in Mississippi.

Science Turns to Native Lore

Tuesday, July 19th, 2005

LiveScience has a fascinating report on how scientists are interpreting the stories of native peoples, relating them to actual events in order to improve their knowledge of ancient natural catastrophes.

Clues from native lore are being used by scientists to trace catastrophic events in the history of the Pacific Northwest. Native Americans used mythological figures to repents wind, thunder and water. According to scientists, native culture is rich with stories describing earthquake, tsunami and landslide events.

As an example of the longevity and accuracy of folk knowledge, nine separate folk tales emerge between 1860 and 1964, which scientists believe describe a large tsunami occuring in 1700. Stories are handed down through the generations, sometimes from eyewitnesses to the original event with great accuracy. Stories frequently use metaphor to record these catastrophic events. Researchers relate metaphors found in tales. such as the Thunderbird, to ground shaking, ocean surges and other events.

Folkstreams Survey

Tuesday, July 12th, 2005

To get to know our audience better, we have designed a survey. This is an opportunity for visitors to shape the future of Folkstreams content and features. It only requires a few minutes to take our short survey.