Review: Dave Van Ronk - Van Ronk Sings (1961)
Tracks: 1) Bed Bug Blues; 2) Yas-Yas-Yas; 3) Please See That My Grave Is Kept Clean; 4) Tell Old Bill; 5) Georgie And The IRT; 6) Hesitation Blues; 7) Hootchy Kootchy Man; 8) Sweet Substitute; 9) Dink’s Song; 10) River Come Down; 11) Just A Closer Walk With Thee; 12) Come Back Baby; 13) Spike Driver’s Moan; 14) Standing By My Window; 15) Willie The Weeper.
REVIEW
Dave’s second full-length album for Folkways (re-released several years later as Dave Van Ronk Sings The Blues, perhaps to emphasize the fact that there are no «ballads» or «spirituals» this time) changes very little about the formula established on his first one, so coming up with any additional generalizations would be quite a chore. It does not expand on Van Ronk’s stylistic, philosophical, or vocal range, and his acoustic guitar playing is even less interesting here than it used to be. Switching back and forth between the two records, I can only notice that this one tends to be slightly less reverential and a tad more humorous: for instance, the first LP had no bona fide «joke blues» numbers such as ‘Yas-Yas-Yas’, a «hokum» dance-blues tune that Dave allegedly snatched from a recording by Blind Blake & The Royal Victoria Hotel Calypsos made in 1951 (note: this is a different Blind Blake from the classic virtuoso blues guitarist Blind Blake who died in 1934) — "Mama bought a chicken / She thought it was a duck / Put it on the table with its legs sticking up..." (Not-so-insignificant trivia bit: here be another small link between Dave Van Ronk and Captain Beefheart, who would later make lyrical references to ‘Yas-Yas-Yas’ in his own ‘Old Fart At Play’ on Trout Mask Replica). Occasional touches like these make the atmosphere lighter and, in a way, more authentic, but whether it’s an objective plus remains unclear.
We continue, of course, to see just how strong Dave’s influence was on Dylan, who would record his own version of Blind Lemon Jefferson’s ‘Please See That My Grave Is Kept Clean’ on his debut album — largely following in the steps of Van Ronk rather than Blind Lemon himself. There, however, lies the rub, as you can easily witness yourself if you line up all three versions and listen to them in chronological succession. What Van Ronk does, basically, is just cover Blind Lemon: he plays a similar guitar pattern, uses the same types of vocal modulation and strives to replicate the original atmosphere. At the time, this was regarded as a virtue: rough, unadorned guitar playing and a creaky, croaky, earthy voice as opposed to the stereotypical «angelization» of old folk and blues by the average white performer in Greenwich Village, not to mention the fact that original recordings by Blind Lemon were not always easily accessible even to those who did hunt for them, let alone the casual listener who would only scoop up whatever was at hand — like a brand new Dave Van Ronk LP from the Folkways label in your nearby record store.
Today, though, when time has flattened and nivelated the historical difference between 1928 and 1961, the historical relevance of Blind Lemon Jefferson has remained stable, while that of Van Ronk’s covers of his material has quite sorely decreased. Dave struggles to soak in the spirit of the original Delta performer, doing good, but not great; the genius of Dylan was in that he’d only used that spirit as a base influence, injecting it with his own brand of adrenaline, taking the idea of «you can sing in a weird voice and play weird guitar, like the black dudes did before the war» but effectively leaving out the second part, because, well, a white dude can hardly play and sing like a black dude anyway... well, maybe a white dude like Dave Van Ronk could have some knack for that, but certainly not a white dude like Bobbie Zimmerman. Certainly you can feel Van Ronk riding the same vibe as Blind Lemon, cherishing and respecting the original feels, yet it is difficult to get rid of the sensation that the general idea was something like «well, here’s a dusted-off oldie for the kids of today who can finally listen to it without all those annoying crackles, hisses, and pops».
Van Ronk’s artistic strength is felt much better on those numbers which do not have a classic Delta-style prototype; a classic example here is ‘Dink’s Song’, a.k.a. ‘Fare Thee Well (My Honey)’, whose origins stretch even further back than ‘See That My Grave Is Kept Clean’ (it was allegedly first recorded by John Lomax in 1904 from a woman called ‘Dink’ in a Texas work camp, although the recording does not seem to have survived). After the song was published, it had been officially recorded by a number of performers — Josh White, Harry Belafonte, Pete Seeger — but mostly with a jazzy or an «angelic-folk» vibe, so Van Ronk’s interpretation, with the man singing at the top range of his croaky voice, gave the tune lots of extra power and soul, becoming the definitive version and one of Van Ronk’s signature performances (no wonder Oscar Isaac gets to sing a good two minutes of it for his impersonation of Van Ronk in Inside Llewyn Davis). Although both melodically and lyrically, ‘Dink’s Song’ is just as much a classic blues number as anything else, it also has certain overtones going back to medieval ballads (even the refrain of "fare thee well my honey, fare thee well" hardly has any African-American linguistic properties), and Van Ronk is the perfect guy to roughen and toughen up this mix of sources, especially when compared to, for instance, the first commercial performance of the song by Libby Holman.
Funny enough, Dylan covered ‘Dink’s Song’, too — you can hear a five-minute long version from the «Minnesota Hotel Tape» on the No Direction Home soundtrack — and he also tried to give the tune a different vibe, playing a much more energetic, almost danceable guitar pattern and injecting a bit of the usual Dylan irony and grumpiness in the vocal performance (note, too, how he displaces the accent from Van Ronk’s "fare thee welllllllll..." onto "fare thee weeeeeeeell...", which makes the refrain a bit more «cackling» than «desperate»). However, in this case I think that Dylan’s version does not work: Van Ronk stays true to the song’s bitter message of abandonment and deceit, while Bob tries to push it into the realm of the cynical, and fails — to do that properly, he’d need to start writing his own lyrics. Small wonder, then, that ‘Dink’s Song’ did not ultimately make it into Bob’s regular repertoire.
Unfortunately, there are many more numbers similar in their relative uselessness to ‘See That My Grave Is Kept Clean’ on Van Ronk Sings, than tracks similar in their usefulness to ‘Dink’s Song’. Try as he might, Dave cannot generate the same menace as Muddy Waters on his cover of ‘Hoochie Coochie Man’ (even when throwing on an extra verse from ‘I’m Ready’ for good measure), or outperform Sister Rosetta Tharpe on ‘Just A Closer Walk With Thee’, or make slow blues numbers like ‘Come Back Baby’ as engaging as Ray Charles. All of that stuff is decent enough to be heard on a nice, relaxing summer evening in your local coffee shop, but that’s about it. You know something’s not quite right when the song that draws your attention the most is a hilarious vaudeville number about an addicted chimney sweeper (‘Willie The Weeper’, featuring one of the seventy million different sets of lyrics about Willie’s adventures in the sweet world of opiates), just because it’s fast, jumpy, aggressive, and featuring the singer at his most guttural and «all-out there».
It might have worked out better if Dave cared to imbue more of that «modern sensitivity» into the recordings, but the only number that actually does that is the black humor-tinged ‘Georgie And The IRT’, a straightahead parody on The Carter Family’s ‘Engine 143’ co-written by Dave with his friend Lawrence Block, a fairly special guy who used various pseudonyms to write naughty erotic novels about the covert sides of life in Greenwich Village ("Anita was a virgin — till the hipsters got hold of her!"). Dave and Lawrence’s parody updates the original setting of the song, about an unfortunate engineer who ran his train into the rocks back in 1890, to modern times, with the appropriate lyrical changes from "The very last words poor Georgie said was nearer, my God, to Thee" to "The very last words that Georgie said were ‘Screw the IRT!’" as the protagonist now has to die in a hilarious accident caused by peak hour pressure. Granted, the song, which Dave here performs as a duet with the somewhat notorious 12-string guitarist Dick Rosmini, is nothing but a joke, but it’s a pretty damn funny joke for the times, not to mention the historical interest (who even remembers, in this day and age, the Interborough Rapid Transit as the original designation of one of New York’s private subway operators?).
Irreverence and humor are indeed a bit of a saving grace for the record, from the old-timey approach on ‘Yas-Yas-Yas’ to the contemporary update on ‘Georgie’, but modernization of tradition rarely rests upon humor alone — and if it did for Dave, he’d turn into a vaudeville act, which was hardly a coveted goal — yet we still don’t really see Van Ronk predicting the rise of even Phil Ochs, let alone Bob Dylan. To me, about half of the album, particularly when Dave is singing straightforward 12-bar blues, is flat-out boring; the other half, ranging from a tiny bunch of soulful highlights like ‘Dink’s Song’ to the joke numbers, is what might be called «promising», but still not exactly breathtaking. One might even regard this as a bit of the proverbial «sophomore slump», given that Dave’s mission and image had been firmly established on the first record, and this one offers relatively few advances from it; but it’s difficult in general to analyze Van Ronk’s career in terms of highs and lows, since the man always kept his ambitiousness in check, never striving to be a star and never pretending that he himself really had a lot more to say that hadn’t already been said before. Ah, if this kind of humility were considered top virtue in the world of popular music... she’d be my Grandpa, I guess.
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