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Green River Festival Greenfield, MA July 20, 2002 by Fern MacDonald |
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Perfect weather to be
outside, I thought, as we drove along Interstate 91. It was 10 a.m., and we were on the way to the grounds of Greenfield Community College, where each year the Green River Music Festival takes place. Although the news of Dave Carter's recent death had put a damper on the event, I was still eager to spend time with friends and fellow Fredheads. The music and kinship would help us deal with the tragedy. Jim Olsen from Signature Sounds was announcer most of the day. He informed the growing crowd of eager music lovers about Dave's tragic passing immediately and dedicated the entire weekend to him. Carter, with his partner Tracy Grammar, had been a tasty addition to his label. Having known Dave personally, Olsen's words had deeper meaning than those of just any host. Mark Erelli would have the difficult task of taking over their time slot. The day's music began with the woman that Rolling Stone has named as having the BEST singer/songwriter CD of the year, Mary Gauthier. Yes, Mary's latest, "Filth and Fire" is a brilliant expose of life, with its many twists and turns. Her songs are chock full of vivid characters and settings. However, Mary "live" takes those same numbers and makes them ignite. On this late, crystal clear morning, she was confident and just downright brilliant. Accompanied by Steve Saddler on mandolin and backing vocals, Mary's set sounded extra special and her time on stage flew by way too fast. Her set included such goodies as "I Drink", "Camelot Motel," "Christmas in Paradise", "Our Lady of the Shooting Star" and my favorite, "Drag Queens in Limousines." Mary Gauthier is not only an eloquent songwriter but she has also become an amazing performer. I predict a great future for this extraordinary, talented lady! Northampton's own, Mark
Erelli, accompanied by Jim Henry on mandolin, had the ominous task of
filling Dave Carter and Tracy Grammar's slot. Mark is a wonderful
musician in his own right, playing both guitar and harmonica. He has
a fine new CD out and although he did some of those tunes, his thoughts
were with Dave Carter. Together with Henry, Mark played a fabulous version
of Carter's "Cowboy Singer." Tim O'Brien and his band, The Crossing, were next. Having seen O'Brien with Steve Earle, I was eager to watch him have the spotlight this time. In a word, The Crossing were delightful. With the aid of musicians like Durk Powell (bass), Karen Casey (backing vocals, formerly a member of Solas), and John McGann (guitar), O'Brien excelled on mandolin and fiddle. Besides playing his own compositions, he covered the great masters, from Woody Guthrie to Doc Watson. Before the audience knew it, their time was up. All this music had
happened on the main stage. Beginning at 2:30 p.m., concert-goers
had to agonize about where they should venture next. The choices
were difficult, as great music was in the air everywhere. I hiked
down the hill to the second stage, where the schedule was just beginning
and would continue into the early evening. In the small open tent,
with hardly any breeze blowing, Fred Eaglesmith stood on a tiny makeshift
stage, guitar in hand and all by his lonesome. It's a rare treat to see
Fred without his band these days. Fred talked about the "105 degree
weather" (it was hot for a Canadian but barely 85 degrees) and told the
crowd to forget about folk music for a while. Although Fred played
several quieter numbers, he still got everyone going with quick tempo
tunes. There were Fredheads everywhere, from the floor in front of
the stage to the side hill covered with bodies, where you could hear but
not see very well, if at all. For the first time ever, I bailed
before the end of Fred's set. I'd love to say it was because the
heat was unbearable or because I just couldn't stand by the soundboard any
longer. Both are partially true but most of all, I wanted to get
back to the main stage. Fred's set follows, with help from Ed
Molloy: Why did this gal even
think of leaving an Eaglesmith set? Two words, and they are Dave
Alvin. Dave was doing an hour of tunes with Chris Smither and Peter
Case. Last year, Case assembled an amazing array of musicians. The
result is an incredible tribute CD to the late Mississippi John Hurt
called "Avalon Blues." Hurt left behind a legacy of songs that have
influenced many of today's finest artists. Three of those artists were on
that Greenfield stage. Starting with the legendary Dave Alvin, the
three performed Mississippi Hurt numbers alone and together for one
magnificent hour. Beginning with "Hot Time in the Ole Town Tonight"
as a group, they proceeded to take turns picking and performing their
favorite Hurt gems, like a round robin. Dave rocked a bluesy version
of "Stagger Lee," while Chris Smither gave a blues slant to "Frankie and
Albert," the forerunner for the more familiar version called "Frankie and
Johnny." The best part of the entire hour, however, was when each
man played one of his own songs, penned because of Hurt's influence.
Alvin took the riff from a Hurt number and it became his poignant "Dry
River," while Smithers lifted the man's humor and transformed it to the
comical "Get a Better One." Case's "On The Way Downtown" had all the
guts of a Hurt masterpiece, although it was strictly his own. When
they finished, it seemed like a sea of bodies rose to their feet cheering.
Their set was one of the day's highlights. After a short break,
Fred Eaglesmith and his band dazzled the audience with a wild and furious
set! Fred didn't talk much but he did ask: "How did the rock and
roll generation end up sitting on their asses all afternoon?" Many
folks laughed, but the energy of Fred's hour made you wonder if he was
really kidding. He wanted folks to move and for the first time all
day, they did. People were up dancing and singing
every place. It wasn't a Fredhead weekend in Bellows Falls or the yearly
Eaglesmith picnic in Canada, and yet the crowd was theirs. From the
overwhelming cheering when they took the stage till their finish, the
festival belonged to Fred and the boys that late Saturday afternoon.
Willie P. Bennett was on fire, and you expected his mandolin to go up in
flames any second. Their was an overall hush while Fred sang
"Carter." Though originally not written about the recently deceased
Dave Carter, many of the lyrics applied...."things will never be the same,
now that Carter's gone." That was the only "quiet moment." It was
one rockin' set: Fern Written by Fern MacDonald, July, 2002 All content © 2002 Miss Lana's Texicana Music Central. All rights reserved. No part of this site may be reproduced or copied without the permission of the site owner. This includes html code. |
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