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Letters 02-08-2016

Less Ageism, Please The January 4 issue of this publication proved to me that there are some sensible voices of reason in our community regarding all things “inter-generational.” I offer a word of thanks to Elizabeth Myers. I too have worked hard for what I’ve earned throughout my years in the various positions I’ve held. While I too cannot speak for each millennial, brash generalizations about a lack of work ethic don’t sit well with me...Joe Connolly, Traverse City

Now That’s an Escalation I just read the letter from Greg and his defense of the AR15. The letter started with great information but then out of nowhere his opinion went off the rails. “The government wants total gun control and then confiscation; then the elimination of all Constitutional rights.” Wait... what?! To quote the great Ron Burgundy, “Well, that escalated quickly!”

Healthy Eating and Exercise for Children Healthy foods and exercise are important for children of all ages. It is important for children because it empowers them to do their best at school and be able to do their homework and study...

Mascots and Harsh Native American Truths The letter from the Choctaw lady deserves an answer. I have had a gutful of the whining about the fate of the American Indian. The American Indians were the losers in an imperial expansion; as such, they have, overall, fared much better than a lot of such losers throughout history. Everything the lady complains about in the way of what was done by the nasty, evil Whites was being done by Indians to other Indians long before Europeans arrived...

Snyder Must Go I believe it’s time. It’s time for Governor Snyder to go. The FBI, U.S. Postal Inspection Service and the EPA Criminal Investigation Division are now investigating the Flint water crisis that poisoned thousands of people. Governor Snyder signed the legislation that established the Emergency Manager law. Since its inception it has proven to be a dismal failure...

Erosion of Public Trust Let’s look at how we’ve been experiencing global warming. Between 1979 and 2013, increases in temperature and wind speeds along with more rain-free days have combined to stretch fire seasons worldwide by 20 percent. In the U.S., the fire seasons are 78 days longer than in the 1970s...

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Jim Crockett and Fred Ball

Robert Downes - August 2nd, 2010
The River Runs Deep for Old Friends Jim Crockett and Fred Ball
By Robert Downes
Thirty-seven years ago, Jim Crockett set a pen to paper in a
reflective mood and wrote “The Manistee River,” possibly the
best-known folk song ever to come out of Northern Michigan.
Through the years the song, which is a waltzing melody of family
troubles washed away by a peaceful river, has been performed so often
at folk festivals, concerts, and on college radio station WNMC, that
the mantle of ‘elder statesman’ of Northern Michigan’s folk community
has settled on Crockett’s shoulders. Especially when taking into
account his other deep-folk compositions such as “The Last Believer,”
a defiant anthem for social justice and the values of the ‘60s, or
“Barrel of Whiskey,” about the American immigrant experience.
You can hear those soul-stirring songs this Thursday, Aug. 5 in a rare
public appearance when Crockett and long-time friend Fred Ball perform
at the Delbert Michel Studio at 516 E. Front Street in Traverse City.
With his shoulder-length, salt & pepper hair and mountain man beard,
Crockett, 68, projects an intense, almost fierce presence on stage.
So it comes as a bit of a surprise to learn that he teaches Spanish,
English composition and rhetoric at Northwestern Michigan College and
is as mellow as a shot of Jack Daniels in conversation.

A LIFE OF MUSIC
It’s no surprise, however, that music has been a big part of
Crockett’s life since childhood. He grew up in Kalamazoo, where the
school district had the novel idea of providing each student in the
fifth grade with a ukelele and weekly lessons.
“I’ve always done music,” Crockett says. “I had an a cappela singing
group in the fourth grade and was writing songs for it even back
then.”
He says his first guitar was an $18.50 Stella that he pestered his
mother to buy him at the age of 13. “It had a neck like a friggin’
two-by-four and I had an awful time playing it, but by the night I got
it I was playing three chords and singing.”
If Crockett looks more like a farmer than a college language
instructor, you can credit his roots:
“I used to be a dairy farmer and farmed for quite awhile in St.
John’s,” he says of the community outside Lansing. “But I started out
as a teacher first and I’ve always been ‘all of the above’ in the
things I’ve done. I moved here in 1970, and just like everybody who
lives here, I do a little bit of everything.”
“Here” is Kingsley, where Crockett owns a farm. Although he no longer
farms, he still cuts 60 cords of wood each summer to stay in shape.
Kingsley has served as the setting for several of his songs, including
one that involved a barroom confrontation, and of course, “The
Manistee River,” which runs near his home a few miles south.
How did he happen to write that particular song, merging the river
with family heartache in June, 1973 at the age of 31?
“I think I was just feeling sorry for myself at a time when I was a
new dad and was at a high point in my life -- just like rare nerve
ganglia,” he says. “And I realized that no matter how dysfunctional
the adults in your life are, you can still have happiness; it’s as
simple as having a beautiful new baby girl. When you’re feeling
crappy, you could just go down and sit there by the river for 15
minutes and feel better.”

SONGWRITING THERAPY
Crockett estimates that he’s written 100 songs or so through the
years. Some have the same gritty, underdog,
don’t-take-shit-from-no-one quality as those by Bob Dylan or John
Prine.
“I was influenced heavily by Bob Dylan and Prine when I was younger,
but I think everybody was, and I had other influences as well, such as
Motown or the songs we played when I was in four- and five-piece bands
back in the day. If we liked a song, we’d play it, no matter who
wrote it.
“But I try to keep an edge with my own songs,” he adds. “It’s about
protest as much as anything -- about the crap going wrong in the world
and about stuff in my own life. I think that’s the case with most
songwriters -- a sort of therapy for people who don’t want to pay a
therapist, or like self-medication without the drugs.”
In any event, comparisons to Dylan or Prine are a bit out of sync,
since Crockett began playing folk music well before the heyday of
either of those luminaries, and even before the Great Folk Scare of
the early ‘60s: he purchased his Martin acoustic guitar in 1957, “when
folk was just getting big.” Today, it’s a valuable collector’s item.
Fred Ball, a singer-songwriter from Charlevoix who will join him in
concert this Thursday, is an old friend who goes back 35 years.
“I met Fred in 1975 back when he turned the Glen Arbor Rolling Mills
grist mill into a recording studio,” Crockett says. “He had this
state-of-the-art recording studio with a 32-track recording equipment
and asked me to come up and break the place in for him. No one knew
at the time that he was also a singer-songwriter.”

Jim Crockett and Fred Ball perform this Thursday, Aug. 5 at 8 p.m. at
the Delbert Michel Studio, 516 E. Front St., Traverse City. $15
advance, $20 at the door. Info: 231-941-8667.

The Manistee River
-- by Jim Crockett

The Manistee River
it runs near my home
I sit on her banks
when I’m feeling alone.
She plays with my spirit
she eases my bones.
She’s the finest old lady
that I’ve ever known

My daddy was a blind man
although he could see.
He raised up my brothers,
my sisters and me.
He married my mother,
it didn’t last long.
She went to Chicago
and never came home.

If you see my mother
tell her for me.
I got me a woman,
tiny baby.
I’ve got cows in the stable
a nice piece of land.
I go to my river
whenever I can.

 
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