We love out-take collections which give an extra look into our favorite albums. This track from The Hidden Treasures of Taj Mahal sounds like it came from the same recording session as his 1968 album, The Natch’l Blues. That is one of our favorite albums of all time.
The only problem with this collection is that there’s no liner notes, so it’s hard to tell when the songs were recorded, or who may have played on them.
“All I really need is a friend” sings Fletcher Magellan about halfway through Became A Stranger, an album set throughout the frontiers of American history.
The title fits — making a sentence like The Suicide Commandos Make A Record, for the lack of a better local example– because through eleven tunes Fletcher Magellan finds himself rejected, dejected, rendered homeless and hanged. A stranger indeed.
We can’t help but think of Hank Williams’ ironically familiar “I’m a Stranger Here” which, were it not for his black mare, would be about as timeless as a country tune can be. Some of the songs on Became A Stranger are just as anchored by details, while others have an any time/any place quality. At its best the disc is a thumb-burning collection of short stories, and even at its worst a success: an inventive pastiche of the country tradition, somewhere between friendly Tex Ritter and brooding “cosmic American music.”
We’ve heard a few of Fletcher Magellan’s songs so many times over several years they’ve become familiar, but they haven’t sounded as rounded out as on this new album. By day Fletcher Magellan is Cody Fitzpatrick, Old Fashioned Records engineer and drummer for the apparently defunct circus troupe El Le Faunt. His studio skills come in handy throughout the self-produced album, which relies on a variety of instrumentation to paint the scenery.
The album’s most enjoyable period piece is “Olive Green,” which finds Fletcher falling for a lady blacksmith. It’s also the only happy ending to be found in Became A Stranger. Arranged around nearly every trail song cliche known — pay attention to what drummer Jordan Hedlund is doing in this tune, not to mention the guitar line Don Rich would have loved –Fitzpatrick’s delivery is rightfully wry. This gem of a tune reminds us you can still teach an old dog new tricks.
Where “Olive Green” rides like a lighter trail song from the Marty Robbins catalog, “His Right Hand” is a darker western tale, more Clint Eastwood’s Unforgiven than John Huston’s. The presence of these songs, some set in the 1970s as surely as the 1870s, lends a timeless quality to other songs like “Larry’s Lament,” which finds Fitzpatrick singing the line which we used to open this post.
You can hear the whole album on Bandcamp here after its release this weekend, and the songs work best together rather than singled out, again like a collection of short stories. On of our favorites is “Grant’s Farm,” apparently an eminent domain dispute which leads to a presumed assault on Ulysses S. Grant. Like “Olive Green” it’s a little tongue in cheek, but entertainingly set. The honky tonk piano played by Marc Bromaghim is especially helpful in setting the scene.
Written with John Prine’s self-depreciating swagger, the solo song “Like to Think” might serve as a suitable epitaph for the various outcasts and outlaws on Became A Stranger. Some are likable, some not so much. “I like to think I’m better above ground,” sings Fitzpatrick in its last verse, “But uncertainty clings to me with the whole world crumbling down / I like to think I’m better above ground.” So much is the fate of Charles Guiteau, hardly a household name today but once, through the winter of 1881-2, just about the most despised bastard in America during the winter of 1881 as President James Garfield lay dying from the bullet Guiteau placed in his back.
Fitzpatrick is not the fist to write a song about the assassin — the earliest recorded version appears on Harry Smith Anthology of American Folk Music — but his is one of the kindest, clinging closely to Guiteau’s death poem. Whatever the reason for his affection, the spiritual serves as a farewell for Fletcher Magellan, who heads somewhere else after these eleven songs we suppose.
We read over breakfast about the FBI’s arrest of those occupying Federal property on a national wildlife refuge in Oregon. At least one of the anti-government activists (read: domestic terrorist) was killed. Not really so different from Charles Guiteau or the would-be assassin in Fletcher Magellan’s “Grant’s Farm,” Robert LaVoy Finicum lived by the gun and died by it, like a character from the old west. Somewhere under his zealotry there’s a story, and there’s a longstanding tradition of telling those stories through song here in America. Like nearly everyone else in this country, we won’t mourn Finicum’s death, but rather the circumstances he created which led to the end of the standoff last night. Some people write songs about the old west, and others are trying to bring us back to there.
We’re proud of our friend for finishing his album after all his hard work. There’s a sense that Became a Stranger is a labor of love — not just for the settings of its eleven songs, but the great arch of country music from its early roots in string tunes like Kelly Harrell’s “Charles Guitteau,” recorded in 1927, to its revival as “Americana.” Fitzgerald’s Fletcher Magellan isn’t likely to let the grass grow under his feet, but there’s no doubt he hasn’t told his tale.
The latest release from the endlessly fascinating Roaratorio Recordsis a 7″ single featuring two songs by the Cleveland Wrecking Company.
Like Crystal Syphon, who are featured on two archival LPs from the label, this single presents unreleased material from the late 60s Bay Area scene. The band’s bassist Jim Moscoso wrote great liner notes summing up the band’s history, which are both fun and interesting. The story of an agent losing the band’s advance in a marijuana smuggling scene is makes for a fun read, but its also a cautionary tale.
Also inside is a picture of the band performing at the Atascadero Hospital for the Criminally Insane.
The recordings they eventually made are presumed lost. What we have here is a studio track and a live recording from a band that opened for a pretty impressive list: The Dead, CCR, Big Mama Thornton, Sons of Champlin, Lightnin’ Hopkins.
Just another reason Roaratorio is one of our favorite Minnesota record labels.
We’re pretty slow to adapt to new technologies, but we’re getting there. Last year we launched a Hymie’s Instagram page #hymiesmpls, which has maybe a few more pictures of Irene the Dog than are really necessary.
And this month we’ve been working on collecting all the videos we co-produced with our pals from Pabst Twin Cities (who you can follow in Instagram at #pabsttc, by the way). They have all been posted here in the past, and also on the City Pages‘ Gimme Noise blog, but we’ve never collected them on Youtube until now.
This link‘ll take you to the most popular video on the channel so far, and you can scroll down and see the rest.
Some years ago we wrote a post about albums we wish would see a reissue on LP. All were from that era when most things, especially from smaller, specialty labels, only came out as CDs. One of the albums we chose, Blue Horse by the Be Good Tanyas, has since been released as a deluxe double LP with sheet music and a bonus song. It’s been a favorite of ours ever since we first bought the disc fifteen years ago.
Laura took her first trip to New Orleans last week, staying with old friends very near Lake Ponchartrain, the subject of this song, which may be as many as 200 years old. Some historians suggest “Lakes of Ponchartrain” was written by a French soldier fighting in Louisiana during the War of 1812. Others believe it belongs to the Civil War because of the lines about foreign money, and later about the soldier’s money being “no good.”
On Blue Horse, it’s adapted by Jolie Holland, who did not remain with the group on their subsequent albums. Many other arrangements of the song can be found on albums, notably in the Irish and English folk tradition.
A version known in the old west set the story on the Poncho Plain, where the traveller met a Cree Indian and fell in love.