Page Two THE MICHIGAN DAILY music Saturday, October 25, 1969 Michael Cooney O.K. By BERT STRATTON It is virtually impossible to sit through one of Michael Cooney's performances for the first time and not enjoy it. (One of those performances was last night at the Ark.) He is the physical embodiment of the phrase "good, clean fun" and besides that he is also a talent- ed musician. I mention his musical ability as almost an afterthought be- cause Cooney is not a tradition- al singer of folk songs, he's a minstrel--an updated minstrel who is geared not to country fairs but to the college coffee- houses. Cooney's act is polished to "folky" perfection-it's round- ed, it's simple, and it's casual. In fact he's so casual that he can even get away with playing his concertina (a truncated accordion) although he barely knows enough notes on it to play a scale. However there's no denying that Cooney plays a fine six- string guitar, which is obviously his main instrument, and he also puts in time on the twelve- string guitar, the banjo, and the kazoo. The type of music that he plays with his guitar varies -quite a bit, from Russian army songs to American blues, but what he likes to do best is to sing English ballads and sea songs - and that's when he is funniest. As a minstrel he is aways trying to be funny, and he us- ually succeeds, but just like a lot of other comedians he doesn't change his routine often enough. To see Cooney tell and sing his stories after you've seen him once just isn't worth it. I really wonder how many years he's been carrying around that little bottle of NuGrao soda which hie uses in his clever, commercial parody. (It's only fair to mention that there were a lot of enthusiastic new- comers at the Ark last night or else qiute a few rerun fanatics -because his tired stories were just as popular then as they were last year.) No matter how polished and test-proven his act is, I don't think that anybody would go so far as to say that Cooney's act is a put-on-he obviously is quite serious about the whole thing, and he has a genuine folklorist's interest in the his- tory and culture of the songs that he sings-in fact you can get a quick history lesson just by listening to his anecdotes. Of course there are still plen- ty of originators around who can sing the songs that Cooney does, more authentically and better than he can-- but that is not the point, because as a min- strel/entertainer his main con- cern is to keep the people happy, and his people are college peo- ple, so he comes on in the only way he can or should, which is like the educated, witty young man in blue jeans. There just aren't any cultural barriers that have to be broken between Cooney and his audi- ence (like the eerie barrier that separates a senile, old black man like Gary Davis from a white, college crowd. Cooney uses his advantage wisely and he gen- erates an encompassing mood, he demands a response, and the audience always answers him. and he has successfully created what could be called a contem- porary folk act-- a show that is essentially based on the atmos- phere of "right now" but which delves into hist'orical songs to demonstrate that mood. It's undoubtedly a talent that few people have, Michael Cooney is one of those people that has it, and everybody interested in having a good time who hasn't seen him should do it. DocI By DANIEL ZWERDLING Doc Watson plucks music so incredibly from his flat-top guitar that you will never come close to truly comprehending the speed of his fingers and bril- liance of his chord runs unless you pack yourself into Canter- bury House tonight and tomor- row. When Doc and his 20-year-old son Merle rip into Salty Dog Blues -the first number last night--notes from his guitar spurt out over the room in an endless stream, spiraling from a thumping bass up to musical doodles high on the frets--car- eening back down, weaving in and out., A boy next to me keeps ut- tering Jesus Christ and hitting his forehead with his hands in utter disbelief. Doc sings an amalgam of Deep Gap folklore, tunes bor- rowed from scratchy old records and radios and songs he picks up from friends passing through the sleepy Appalachian holow where he lives-giants in their own right like Jimmy Driftwood, Bill Hopkins, the Monroe Broth- ers. Cascading through flat-pick- ing numbers, easing through quiet blues, coaxing with his deep, expansive bass - Doc -wanders with you through the hills and woods and dirt paths where he lives half-the year, the rest of his year on the road. This is the Doe Watson who breezes from town to town, cof- feehouse to coffeehouse and ecstatic concert to ectatic con- cert on a legend. In just five years since he was wooed away from picking contests in Deep Gap. and seated on stages with solo spotlihts throughout the country. he has dazzled crowds and far surpassed his legend- simply because legends are ver- bal and to feel how incredible the real Doc Watson is, you must share the experience with him--by watching and hearing and feeling him. Doe laughs softly through his songs--and you've got to laugh with him, so happy that a yarn- spinning, 45-year-old bear of a man from Deep Gap, North Carolina can make sounds like that come from a guitar, And the music comes so ef- fortlessly that it is almost hard to appreciate the 40 years of persistent work that has gone into it. Do we get excited when someone breathes? Doc Watson has made the guitar into an- other organism which needs no coaxing, no straining-his brows don't knit with concentration, his shoulders don't sway with tension, he doesn't fight against the strings to pick his notes so fast. Doc plays as if the mere act of holding the guitar in his two huge hands and breathing will give birth to the marvelous music. Doc - who has never seen a guitar because he was blind at birth - picked up his first homemade banjo when he was 11, and started plucking guitars two years later. It wasn't until 1960 that Ralph Rinzler, former mem- ber of the Green Briar Moun- tain Boys and nationally known folk and country musicologist, heard Doc by chance - a n d tried to spirit him from the hol- lows and hills of North Carolina to the two-night stands in smoked-up coffeehouses of the urban North. "He convinced me I had something to sell as a solo player," Doc says - and so I did my first concert in March 1964, at a little school in Lafayette, Indiana. "They made a tape of that first concert, and when I listen- ed to it afterwards it was so Watson superb I loop i "'i -u'-.J- on. -3 -J C l. I I I, I U"'. PAUL NEWMAN AS HARPER "Good, but not as good as How I War."-Stanley Kauffmann. OCTOBER 24-25 Fri.-Sat.-7:00-9:15-Aud. A-75c Won the (cheap) OLIVIER'S HAMLET OCTOBER 25 Saturday 2:00 Only AUD. A-75c Saturday and Sunday, Oct. 25, 26 Le Petit Soldat dir. JEAN-LUC GODARD (1960) Semi-Gangster Spy Flick set during the Al- gerian War which is actually a film about prostitution. "Something for everyone"--ZeroMostel 7 & 9 ARCHITECTURE 662-887 75c AUDITORIUM -Daily-Jay Cassidy -Daily-Jerry Wechsler Neil Young: If you don't like him, well ®0@@ By FRED LaBOUR Neil Young is a singer, com- poser, and guitarist who came originally from Canada and now lives out in California. People seem to be attracted to the mystery they think surrounds his style not realizing that there is no mystery at all which is, in fact, a bit of a mystery. Neil was a folksinger until he and Stephen Stills joined forces and created Buffalo Springfield, a band which overal made im- possibly intricate music seem as delightful and fresh as milk in the pail. He composed several of tliat group's best songs, played elec- tric and acoustic guitar as good as you can walk, and sang. His songs, guitar work, and singing combined then as now in per- fect natural harmony to present perhaps the most clearly focus- ed artist recording today. In other words, every facet of his character is completely de- lineated in EVERY move he makes. This, of course, means he is open every second and hides nothng, exposing himself to the outside totally and thus creating raw inspiration constantly, He is so open that many peo- ple think he is closed and con- sider him a mystery which, in fact, he is not. To reiterate, he is the direct opposite of a mys- tery: that which explains itself at every second. Neil went to work on his own after the Springfield disbanded in. June, 1968. He lived in the mountains for eight months and there wrote most of the mate- rial for his first solo album, a recording I allow is his best. His second album was made with Crazy Horse and is more traditionally rock and roll oriented but still remains de- finitely Young. Now besides extra work with Crosby, Stills and Nash, he's at work on his third album which will include live material and brought him to Canterbury House last Thursday night. He performs alone with only his acoustic guitar which is an The Michigan Daily, edited and man-' aged by students at the University of Michigan. News phone: 764-0552. Second Class postage paid at Ann Arbor, Mich- igan, 420 Maynard St., Ann Arbor, Michigan 48104. Published daily Thes- day through Sunday morning Univer- sity year. Subscription rates: $10 by carrier, $10 by mail. Summer Session published Tuesday through Saturday morning. Subscrip- tion rates: $3.00 by carrier, $3.00 by mail. audio shock after one is used to the superb production of his recordings. But the simplicity of Neil's live performance im- parts predictable intensity on even his older material, which, coupled with his strength gath- ered from the focused energy described earlier, drives people mad. He sang many of his familiar songs mixed in with several new ones, and talked. He said just enough of what was true to keep some people up all night, Someone was standing outside the back window getting a free listen and Neil said "That's the kind of thing I'd probably do, Is it cold out there?" Some people requested "the Last Trip to Tulsa" which Neil said he didn't like and was sor- ry he'ddrecorded which wasn't a "put down to you, I just don't like it." He makes no excuses but he is kind and therefore alone. His voice didn't comfort many that night. Listeners were often too busy worrying about what would happen if lie didn't hit the next, still higher note, a distinct possibility, or tapping their feet religiously to his music. Again and again the point was driven home to us that he is free and strong and that he can't quite understand why everyone else isn't free and strong to provide him with com- pany. Sheer strength keeps him alive because he has thrown off excuses, Neil is pure, and lie knows who his spiritual enemies are and I hope that his particular knowledge doesn't, of necessity, lead to early, lonely death. TONIGHT THE SOLAR WINO at 9:30--$100 MARK'S 605 E. Wiliam Jloin The Daily Sports Staff terrible I erased it and threw it out." Five years later, the British Isles, Africa, and countless towns and cities and campuses throughout the United States whoop for the best damn flat picking guitarist alive. Not all of the Watsons' reper- toire is flat-picking -although their flat-picking numbers are by far the most astounding, like "Streamline Cannonball." "I thought the cannonball express should go by like this," says Doc, puffing once into the mike, "so I thought we'd speed it up a little." When Doc sings Folsom Pris- on, it is even more despairing than when Johnny Cash does it -and a mellow, pensive "There is a Ship" shows the more ser- ious, musical richness of Doc's resonant bass voice. Canterbury H o u s e sweated with a crowd last night but it was not so crowded that people could hardly breathe or move. That's how crowded it should be -because if any less people than possible see Doc Watson and his son Merle, it's a damn shame. NATIONAL GENERAL CORPORATION _ FOX EASTERN THEA) RESi6 FOK VILLa6E 375 No. MAPLE PD.-7691300 ENDS TUESDAY Mon-Fri.-7:20-9:30 Sat. & sun.-1:00-3:05-5:10-7:20-9:30 I I For Information: 8-6416 E Exclusive Showing "LAST SUMMER IS A FILM NOT TO BE MISSED !" -Susan Stark. Detroit Free Press fQPERSONS UNDER 18 NOT ADMITTED r STARTS WEDNESDAY 0 H CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID ANA HA-ART SWS1 TAYT SUMMR7 - P. SHOWS TODAY AT 1-3-5-7-9 P.M. PANAISION& COLOR BY DELUXE M SuggsIW FM MATURE Audiencus, DOC WATSON TONIGHT