The Kitchen Musician ~ April 2020

Hello friends,

Like the rest of the world, I am in self-isolation here in the kitchen as the COVID-19 pandemic rages. This month, I reflect on this very strange and scary experience and share some music and a poem. I hope that you are healthy and keeping a safe distance from others to help stop the spread of this terrible virus. Stay the course!


Index
  NEWS:
  THIS MONTH’S MUSIC: A Poem and Music for a Pandemic
  UPCOMING SHOWS
  FEATURED NON-PROFIT:
  Massachusetts United Way COVID-19 Family Support Fund

At The Burren. Photo © 2020 Dan Tappan


NEWS:

NEW ALBUM SUCCESSFULLY LAUNCHED!

March 27th marked the official launch of my new album Planting in a Drought, new songs of struggle, protest and encouragement. On that date my crowdfunding campaign to promote the album ended at 133% of goal! This project will be successful if listeners are energized to take positive action to make the world and their local communities better. My most immediate concern is to move people to register to vote, and then to use their votes to support candidates who will work for economic, racial and gender equity; take action on climate change and the environment; work for reasonable gun policies; understand that immigrants aren’t our enemies; and leverage our common interests rather than stoke fear and division among us.

I launched phase one of the promotion campaign — radio airplay. In the first week the album was already played on stations in every state of New England, a nationally syndicated radio show based in Chicago, New Mexico and internationally in Israel. I expect more radio airplay in the weeks and months ahead. Phase two is the social media campaign. Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, I have adjusted my strategy. At the end of April my promotion will focus on songs of encouragement. Then as the national election approaches I will move to songs of struggle and protest.

MANY GIGS CANCELLED

Due to the COVID-19 Pandemic, nearly all of my shows through June have been cancelled or rescheduled. As of this writing, my May 17th CD release show at The Burren is still on, but please stay tuned for an update as more information becomes available.

For me, all of these cancelled shows is just a (big) nuisance. Music is my passion, but I don’t need that income to pay my grocery bills. For many of my musician friends, this is disastrous. If there are musicians whom you like, now would be a great time to visit their web sites to purchase their music and other merchandise. Playing their music on streaming services like Spotify and Youtube is good, but only puts a few pennies into their pockets – so do purchase CDs, downloads and merchandise directly from them. Many musicians are also offering special services that they provide remotely — like music lessons, songwriting coaching, live concerts via Facebook, Youtube etc. Please support them.


THIS MONTH’S MUSIC
Two Old Folk Songs and a Poem

“Boobs up!” I was unaware of this expression until about a year ago. At my brother-in-law Rob Ayres’ funeral, his wife Demi called the family into the back room before we were to enter the church. Demi spoke to us extemporaneously and from the heart. We were all very moved and shed some tears. After an exhale, and with a kind of resolve in her voice, she then strongly said “Boobs up!”. After a ripple of much needed laughter among the family, we filed into the front pews of the church.

Curious about the expression, recently I asked Demi where she first heard it. She told me that it was a private message of encouragement to a few faculty and staff from the then female head of the all-girls school where Rob was the business manager. Speaking with others, I have also heard some speculation that it is sometimes used by a local all-female rowing team, especially at launch time.

After a little research, it appears to have its origin as meaning quite the opposite. More colorful variants of that expression were used among common folk to mean out of service, inoperable, dead — especially referring to vehicles or machines. Apparently it is a more vulgar mid-twentieth century version of the expression belly up.

I love that this otherwise negative expression has been reclaimed by some women. Hold your head up! We can do this! I have been hearing it in my mind as we approach what experts tell us will be the greatest impact of the COVID-19 pandemic upon our hospitals and medical professionals. The expression has been a kind of bulwark against the barrage of negative images on television and the Internet — a stabilizing influence to the emotional roller coaster I am currently struggling to control.

As I connect with family, friends, neighbors and even strangers, it is obvious that many others are also struggling to maintain an emotional balance. In my house, we have been in isolation for 30 days so far, with no end in sight. Daily walks in the woods do help. Virtual meet-ups with songwriting friends also pick up my spirits.

Last week, our grandson turned nine years old. He lives only three miles from us, yet we could not attend his birthday party or give him a hug. Instead, we organized a Youtube playlist of greetings from family and friends, which I am told he played and replayed to great delight. Here is Margo and my contribution to the virtual party.


It was a tough job to drink all of that beer and create this finely tuned instrument, but extraordinary times require extraordinary sacrifices.


MAIL MYSELF TO YOU

Last week, my friend Alastair Moock told me about his initiative to support the United Way’s COVID-19 Family Support Fund. His idea was to create a support movement with musicians contributing music videos while in isolation. The response has been terrific, and just today he and the United Way have launched Quarantunes. You can view all of the Quarantunes from over forty great musicians here.

Here is my musical contribution.


“Mail Myself to You” by Woody Guthrie
© Copyright 1962 (renewed) and 1963 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)


THE OLD MAN OF THE WOODS

Next week I was scheduled to return to the New England Folk Festival (NEFFA). My good friends Peter Fischman and Deb O’Hanlon and I were to perform a program entitled “Songs of Home.” This would have been the 76th year of the festival, and although I have lost track of the official count, I have appeared in well over half of them! Festival organizers decided to have a kind of virtual festival this year. On the weekend it was to have taken place (April 24 – 26), they will host numerous videos from those who were scheduled to perform. Beginning on that weekend, you can view those videos at the NEFFA web site. Here is my contribution to the virtual festival.


“The Old Man of the Woods” ~ Traditional


COVID-19 (A Poem)

Mixed in with all of the uplifting images of people helping each other through this extraordinary time are feelings of fear, deep sadness and uncertainty. Fortunately for us, my wife and I are managing in relative safety and comfort. This of course is a position of privilege and extreme good fortune. Yet for me (and many others) the pandemic has fueled a kind of emotional storm. Sometimes it helps to write about it and to speak those emotions out loud – like in this poem, which I wrote on a recent sleepless night.

COVID-19 (A Poem)
© 4/9/2020 Tom Smith

Heartache — she embraces me.
This dark companion by my side
Amplifies uncertainty
That rides the tempest from the sea.
I wade into the flooding tide.

I tally all that’s swept away
And now I value twice as much;
The laughter in a street café,
To walk with others unafraid,
The warmth kindled by human touch.

My neighbor looks into my eyes
Above my home-made masking cloth.
We greet — I see him recognize
The fear my veil can not disguise
Of what may ride upon his cough.

What will be left within the sieve
When this darkness has been drained?
Will it change the way we live?
Will there be kindness left to give
When the light returns again?


Steady on, my friends!
Boobs up!

Tom

(If so inclined, I invite you to leave a comment by scrolling to the end of this page.)


UPCOMING SHOWS:
Click this link to view upcoming shows


FEATURED NON-PROFIT:
Massachusetts United Way COVID-19 Family Support Fund

United Way of Massachusetts “We identify the most pressing issues in our community and we bring together the people we think can solve them. Right now, one of the biggest issues we see facing all of the communities we serve is COVID-19. For workers living paycheck to paycheck and families facing homelessness or other financial pressures, the ripples caused by COVID-19 will have a lasting impact on their lives.

To meet the basic needs of working families affected by the COVID-19 public health emergency, we have established the COVID-19 Family Support Fund .”

Please join me in supporting the Quarantunes initiative of Massachusetts United Way COVID-19 Family Support Fund.

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4 Comments
  • Tom
    April 14, 2020

    Mail Myself to You
    by Woody Guthrie
    © Copyright 1962 (renewed) and 1963 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)

    CHORUS:
    I’m a-gonna wrap myself in paper,
    I’m gonna daub myself with glue,
    Stick some stamps on top of my head;
    I’m gonna mail myself to you.

    I’m a gonna tie me up in a red string,
    I’m gonna tie blue ribbons too,
    I’m a-gonna climb up in my mail box;
    I’m gonna mail myself to you.

    When you see me in your mail box,
    Cut the string and let me out;
    Wash the glue off my fingers,
    Stick some bubble gum in my mouth.

    Take me out of my wrapping paper,
    Wash the stamps off my head;
    Pour me full of ice cream sodies,
    Tuck me in a nice warm bed.

  • Tom
    April 14, 2020

    The Old Man of the Woods
    Traditional

    There was an old man who lived in the woods, as you can plainly see
    He said he could do more work in a day, than his wife could do in three
    If this be so the old woman said, then this you must allow
    That you must do my work for a day, while I go drive the plow

    You must milk the Tiny cow, for fear she should go dry
    And you must feed the little pigs that are within the stye
    And you must watch the bracken hen, for fear she lay astray
    And don’t forget to wind the yarn that I spun yesterday

    The old woman took the staff in her hand and went to drive the plow
    The old man took the pail in his hand and went to milk the cow
    But Tiny hinched, and Tiny flinched, and Tiny cocked her nose
    And Tiny gave the old man such a kick, that the blood ran down to his toes.

    Hey my good cow, Ho my good cow, and now my good cow stand still
    If ever I milk this cow again it will be against my will
    And when he milked the Tiny cow for fear she should go dry
    Then he fed the little pigs that are within the stye

    Then he watched the bracken hen for fear she lay astray
    But he forgot to wind the yarn that his wife spun yesterday
    He swore by all the leaves on the trees and all the stars in heaven
    That his wife could do more work in a day, than he could do in seven.

  • Deb Goss
    April 14, 2020

    Well, I say the answer to the question at the end of your wonderful poem is YES! Kindness will always be there. We can keep it alive by being kind in whatever instance presents itself. However much is kept at hand is kindling to distribute at will and it will refill itself. If we’re very lucky, we will still be around to warm ourselves beside those who find the matches.

    • Tom
      April 15, 2020

      Thanks for the encouragement, Deb! We carry on!