The Cedar Cultural Center, 416 Cedar Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota 55454.
Saturday, June 19th, 2010. Doors open at 7 pm/Show begins at 8 pm. Tickets: $28 Advance, $30 Day of Show.
Ramblin' Jack Elliott with The Rolling Patches Revue and Special Guests.
Magic Marc Productions (http://www.magicmarcproductions.com) presents "After Woody Guthrie and Before Bob Dylan, There Was Ramblin' Jack Elliott."
Five-time Grammy-Award Nominee, Grammy-Award, Best Traditional Folk Album, 1995 South Coast, Grammy-Award, Best Traditional Blues Album, 2009 A Stranger Here and National Medal of the Arts, 1998 President Bill Clinton proclaiming "In giving new life to our most valuable musical traditions, Ramblin' Jack has himself become an American treasure."
Welcome for one night only and first local appearance in over 15 years, one of the last true links to the great folk traditions of this country, with over 40 albums under his belt and well over 50 years of Ramblin' the world, Ramblin' Jack is considered one of the country's legendary foundations of folk music.
Long before every kid in America wanted to play guitar - before Elvis, the Beatles or Led Zeppelin - Ramblin' Jack had picked it up and was passing it along. From Johnny Cash to Tom Waits, Beck to Bonnie Raitt, Ry Cooder to Bruce Springsteen, the Grateful Dead to the Rolling Stones, they all pay homage to Ramblin' Jack Elliott.
"Nobody I know-and I mean nobody-has covered more ground and made more friends and sung more songs than the fellow you are about to meet right now. He's got a song and a friend for every mile behind him. Say hello to my good buddy, Ramblin' Jack Elliott." Johnny Cash, 1969.
1913 Massacre (Lyrics and Music by Woody Guthrie, 1961)
Take a trip with me in 1913,
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let you shake hands with the people you see,
And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.
You ask about work and you ask about pay,
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know it you're friends with us all,
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear all this fun you would not realize,
That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside.
The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door,
One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire,"
A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing.
Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."
A few people rushed and it was only a few,
"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you,"
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down,
But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.
And then others followed, a hundred or more,
But most everybody remained on the floor,
The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.
Such a terrible sight I never did see,
We carried our children back up to their tree,
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,
And the children that died there were seventy-three.
The piano played a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money has done."