Sunday, June 24, 2012

Songs of the Old Communist

Leon Rosselson
Cellar Upstairs Folk Club, London
16 June

 


When I arrived at the little upstairs room in the Exmouth Arms, Leon Rosselson was already sitting in the front row reading the Guardian, which is what you would have imagined him doing before a concert. The compère introduced him as the greatest living English political songwriter; an assessement with which it would be very hard to argue. Like a lot of people, I knew his songs long before I had heard of him. I just kept noticing that my favourite performers -- Martin Simpson, Martin Carthy, Billy Bragg, Dick Gaughan and Chumbawamba had all covered Leon Rosselson songs. (Come to think of it, they all covered the same Leon Rosselson song....

If you'd only heard Billy Bragg belting out "in 1649 to St Georges Hill...." you might be taken aback by the little man with the squeaky voice (I almost wrote “nerdy”) chatting away about 1970s environmental protests and an arts project he was involved in which used an old London bus as a performance space. He steers clear of the famous, well-covered songs: no Stand Up For Judas, no Palaces of Gold...the man sitting behind me shouts out for The World Turned Upside Down but he doesn't sing that, either. (I think it was the man sitting behind me who took the above footage on his phone: thank you, man sitting behind me.) He does sing "raise a loving cup to Abiezer / he's a dancing, drunken, roaring, ranter" as an encore, though. Winstanley's Diggers broke away from Abiezer Coppe's Ranters: I expect you knew that. 


Several of the songs have that kind of anthemic, sing-a-long chorus. He spends some time teaching us ("Pete Seeger style") the words and tune of a newish, English take on the big rock candy mountains ("I'm going where the suits all shine my shoes...") But what he does best are patter songs and story songs and thesis songs. He's almost like Jake Thackray with the sex and catholicism replaced with left wing politics. (The ghost of George Brassens -- Jake's hero too -- appears to him in one song to tell him to carry on writing regardless of what everyone thinks.)  Over and over again, he tells us about little men confused by a world in which everything is commoditized. There's the old tale about the man who finds that a motorway is going to be built through his back garden, and the newer one about the man who achieves celebrity by committing suicide on live TV; and the familiar story of poor Barney, forced to work in the factory when all he really wants is to make junk sculptures in his garden (suggested by a Marxist book about the condition of workers in communist Hungary, apparently.) Production lines keep turning up as symbol for everything which is wrong with capitalism:

It was press, turn, screw, lift,
early shift and late shift,
every day the same routine
Turning little piggies into plastic packet sausages
to sell in the heliport canteen

Some of the political points may be a little bit obvious: his response to teh riotz is to say that the rioters are only doing the kind of thing that made England what it is today –

Francis Drake, now there's a looter 
Plundering the Spanish main...
Was rewarded with a knighthood
Looters deserve nothing less

But more often, he takes us off into complex slabs of poetical political theory that you really have to concentrate on: 

What do you feel said the land to the farmer?
"Sweat on my brow" the farmer replied
"Sun on my skin" said the spring time lover
"Ball at my feet" the young boy cried
And the man whose eyes were made to measure
Said “Proud to invest in a high-yield area
Concrete and glass and stake in the future...”

The club isn't amplified and the language and argument require close attention; which makes for a pretty demanding evening. But it's clear that everyone in the room respects and reveres him as a song writer; the phrase "hanging on his every word" just about covers it. 


It's a clichĂ© to say that Rosselson's songs are better when other people sing them. People say the same thing, equally unfairly, about Dylan. It's perfectly true that Billy Bragg on the one hand and Martin Simpson on the other have taken his songs and turned them into their own, wonderful things. But it's in the lessor known story-songs that his real genius lies, and I don't think anyone else can do them better.  In a funny way (considering what an unassuming performer he is) the evening is carried by the force of his personality. A little man who can't always get his guitar to stay in tune and who sometimes stumbles over his own lyrics, speaking for little men who are having motorways built through their gardens.

As before, the club itself was the star of the evening, with a stream of talented performers getting up to take floor spots. Resident singers Bob Wakely and Ellie Hill  did cheerful renditions of Clyde Water (drowned lovers), Sheath and Knife (brother-sister incest) and an, er, homage to the Carthy / Swarbs Sovay. Tom Paley did an American song about – I'm not sure what it was about. There was a skunk involved, and everybody said “whack diddle eye day” a great deal. It dripped authenticity. Someone whose name I didn't get did a killingly camp version of an old music hall song taking the mickey out of Scottish people. But the highlight was the fellow who sang a song of his own in praise of the National Health Service. I don't know if the roof was raised for the song itself or for the sentiments behind it, but raised it most certainly was. It's a very brave man who sings protest songs in front of Leon Rosselson.


  

A few of my favourite of Mr Rosselson's songs, for people who do not have a theological objection to Spotify.

9 comments:

Gavin Burrows said...

"Winstanley's Diggers broke away from Abiezer Coppe's Ranters: I expect you knew that."

A history nerd writes...

The film 'Winstanley' portrays Diggers and Ranters in conflict, but I don't think there's any historical reason to say they even knew each other. Nor that the Ranters were themselves even a movement.

Andrew Rilstone said...

I think that what Mr Rosselson said was that Winstanley was relatively puritanical, and disliked Coppe's libertine amorality. But I wasn't taking notes and may not have remembered that right.

segundus said...

> for people who do not have a theological objection to Spotify.

Did you know that Spotify is not available in most countries? This is the page I get if I try to see your Spotify playlists:

http://www.spotify.com/int/why-not-available/

Andrew Rilstone said...

Er...then please imagine that you are reading exactly the same review, only without a link to a play list at the bottom.

Gavin Burrows said...

That's more on the money. The Diggers were, to coin a crude term, 'Churchy commies.' It says in Winstanley's manifesto all property is to be shared, but that's no reason to let monogamy slip.

The Ranters argued all things are created by God therefore sin is created by God therefore sinning is Godly, therefore your place or mine. It probably made most sense when you thought the world was about to end. (Which many did, at the time.)

...all of which is probably a diversion, really. I enjoyed reading this, but confess I am one of those you mention who thinks of Rosselson as a writer of songs for other people.

Andrew Rilstone said...

I'm really not sure. Martin's Simpson and Carthy respectively turn Palaces of Gold from a poem into a song, no question; but I'm not sure if I need or want to hear anyone else singing Whoever Invented The Fishfinger.

segundus said...

Would it be possible to post what songs are on the playlist? I don't know anything about Spotify, so I don't know whether it's easy to do this or not, but perhaps you could copy the text of a playlist once you've made it? I read your folk reviews with great pleasure, and then can generally listen to the youtube links you post, but I would like to know which songs of a given artist you think are particularly good, or the appropriate thing for someone whose just read your review to listen to.

Andrew Rilstone said...

That can certainly be done, Sir.

LEON ROSSELSON'S GREATEST HIT:
1: The World Turned Upside Down (Leon Rosselson, "Rosselsongs")
2: The World Turned Upside Down (Dick Gaughan, "A Different Kind of Love Song"
3: The Word Turned Upside Down (Billy Bragg "Billy Bragg vol 1)
4: The World Turned Upside Down (Robb Johnson "And The All Sang Rosselsongs")
5: The World Turned Upside Down (The Oysterband, "The Shouting End of Life)

LEON ROSSELSON
1: Battle Hymn of the New Socialist Party ("Guess What They're Selling at the Happiness Store")
2: Abieze Coppe ("Guess What They're Selling at the Happiness Store")
3: Perspectives ("Perspectives)
4: Conversation on a Mobile ("A Proper State")
5: Barney's Epic Homer (("A Proper State")
6: A Proper State ("A Proper State")
7: They's Going To Build A Motorway ("Perspectives")
8: The Ghost of George Brassens ("A Proper State")
9: It's Just The Song ("Harry's Gone Fishing")

segundus said...

Ah, thanks so much!