" Fahey effectively established his legacy on his own terms, not only as a performer but as a writer and a record-label owner; in whatever guise, he remained a staunch champion of the music that had changed his life back in the '50s”

Washington City Paper
March 9-15 2001
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/special/fahey030901.html

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In Memory of Blind Thomas of Old Takoma
John Fahey, 1939–2001
By Eddie Dean


The first time I talked to John Fahey, he was in no mood for an interview. My long-distance phone call was keeping the Takoma Park transplant from dishwashing chores at the Salem, Ore., shelter where he lived in the early '90s. I told him I was writing a story on bluesman Skip James. I wanted to know more about how he'd scoured the Delta for James—a ghost beckoning from battered old 78s Fahey heard as a teen in D.C.—before finding him in a Mississippi hospital bed in 1964.

Fahey seemed perturbed that James was the subject of my piece instead of him. I couldn't much blame him. After all, Byron Coley's 1994 Spin story on Fahey had just been published—a profile that would ultimately resurrect the guitarist's career, much in the same way that Fahey's "discovery" of James and other forgotten bluesmen gave them a second chance and a new audience during the '60s blues revival. For now, though, Fahey was just another down-and-outer with kitchen duties at the Union Charity Mission: not the best place for a warm chat about the good ol' days. Even so, I was hoping to hear a stirring anecdote or two about the wide-eyed acolyte meeting the wise old master.

"I didn't like him, and he didn't like me," Fahey said flatly, adding that he had footed the bill that enabled the destitute 62-year-old to check out of the hospital: "I bought Skip James for $200."

As I was to learn, this response was classic Fahey—contentious, cantankerous, and straight to the heart of the matter. No mincing of words, no romanticizing, and no apologies: The rage and tormented melancholy that made James so compelling on record wasn't so charming in person. "I expected to find something interesting and enlightening," Fahey later wrote. "But instead, all I found was this obnoxious, bitter, hateful old creep." Others would call this a harsh judgment, but most would agree that James was a major head case—just like Fahey. "They both had big egos," recalled an acquaintance of both James and Fahey. "Skippy pretty much expected hero worship, which he pretty much got from most everybody, but Fahey was a pretty arrogant person."

When it was his turn to be rediscovered, Fahey seized the opportunity, and his second career proved far more fruitful than James', who succumbed to cancer in 1969. In the brief span before his own death, at 61, on Feb. 22, Fahey effectively established his legacy on his own terms, not only as a performer but as a writer and a record-label owner; in whatever guise, he remained a staunch champion of the music that had changed his life back in the '50s. (For the best single collection of his writings, see How Bluegrass Music Destroyed My Life, his memoir of rants and reminiscences.) As much as any single person, Fahey advanced a persuasive case that the blues, jazz, and hillbilly performers of the '20s and '30s created the most vital and enduring American music of the past century.

Considering his early-'90s predicament, Fahey's comeback was an unlikely one. After years of battling chronic fatigue syndrome, alcoholism, and diabetes, he dropped out of the music business, even living out of his car for a spell. "Byron's story was how I found out that Fahey was still alive," says Dean Blackwood, who co-founded the Revenant label with Fahey. "I had been a fan of his music, but I had no idea of what had become of him. I just assumed he was one of the casualties of the music who disappeared and died penniless."

A 78 enthusiast and law-school student, Blackwood contacted Fahey in late 1994, and the two hit it off, plotting to launch a reissue label of "American raw music," Fahey's term for the work of a wide array of visionary iconoclasts, from Dock Boggs to Captain Beefheart to Ornette Coleman. When Fahey's father left him an inheritance, he sank the money into Revenant. The label's 1997 Boggs set is typical of Revenant's exacting standards: a definitive CD of the banjoist's early work, encased in an exquisitely produced, 64-page text- and photo-crammed hardbound book with the antiquated look and feel of a priceless heirloom.

Meanwhile, Fahey started performing again. But instead of latching onto the neo-folk revival he'd helped to spark, he opened shows for noise merchants such as Sonic Youth and Cul de Sac at rock clubs, far from the coffeehouse circuit of his heyday. Now wielding an electric guitar, he presented new material reveling in distortion and industrial clatter, refusing requests from ponytailed grayhairs who wanted to hear Takoma John fingerpick the old songs. (Like another reluctant icon of '60s counterculture, Robert Crumb, Fahey was an ardent hippie-hater.)

During his resurgence and up until his death, Fahey resided in a series of motels in Salem. His nomadic, nonmaterialist ways were in keeping with the man Blackwood knew: "John was an essentialist, and the only thing essential to him was his art—his writing and his music—and everything else was just a distraction."

Unlike his fellow record collectors, Fahey had no interest in records as objects of obsession. "I have this kind of unhealthy fetishistic relation with 78s," says Blackwood, speaking for many of his cohorts. "But he was a collector of the music, not the records. He would tape the ones he liked and trade 'em or sell 'em. He internalized the music and incorporated it into his own work. For years, he didn't have a single 78 in his possession, and when he died, he had zero."

It was record collecting that led me to call on Fahey again, in 1998, when I was working on a story about Joe Bussard, whose stash of rare 78s rivals any in the world ("Desperate Man Blues," 2/12/99). Bussard and Fahey had been pals in the late '50s and early '60s, and Fahey still regarded Bussard as a kindred spirit in rebellion against mainstream pop culture. This time, Fahey proved as amiable as an old friend, brimming with insights and lacing his comments with his signature savage wit. He talked about the salad days of his record canvassing, when the city of his youth bore little resemblance to the present-day version: "Prior to '55, Washington, D.C., was a city of Southern culture, like Richmond. So was Baltimore. So, from a cultural point of view, until all the goddamned government workers moved in from strange, horrible Northern places like Ohio and Minnesota and took over, there was a lot of Southeastern folk music, live and canned, black and white, all over the place."

Best of all, there were 78s for the picking, because television had relegated the Victrolas to the attic, along with any old shellac discs that had escaped the garbage bin. It was the thrill of the hunt that gripped Fahey most, and he rattled off the precise locations of memorable finds: "Canvassing in and around Washington and Baltimore, as far north as Havre de Grace and even Philadelphia, I found hundreds of hillbilly and race records. A copy of 'God Moves on the Water'—Cherry Avenue, Takoma Park. Stump Johnson on Paramount doing 'I'll Be Glad When You're Dead You Rascal You' and 'West End Blues' by Louis [Armstrong]. Some Riley Puckett records right outside the Takoma Park Library. Down the creek, I found several Amy Smith OKehs. On Richie Avenue East, I found a Kokomo Arnold record and the Carter Family doing 'When the Roses Bloom Again in Dixieland.' See what I mean? I could go on and on like this."

At first, Fahey was strictly a bluegrass fanatic. His parents took him to hillbilly concerts at the New River Ranch in Rising Sun, Md., and he caught the bug upon hearing Bill Monroe's "Blue Yodel No. 7" on Don Owens' show on WARL-AM. Soon after, he started picking Lester Flatt runs on a Sears guitar, but a meeting with record collector—and current WAMU-FM DJ—Dick Spottswood opened up his musical horizons.

Two years older than Fahey, Spottswood had immersed himself in the country blues after finding a copy of Skip James' "Hard Time Killing Floor Blues" at an Adams Morgan record shop for $1. On a 1956 canvassing expedition to east Baltimore, the pair made a nice haul and went back to Spottswood's, where they listened to their loot, including a beat-up copy of Blind Willie Johnson's "Praise God I'm Satisfied." Fahey wasn't interested in black music at the time, recalls Spottswood, and he dismissed the record as "some crude, weird shit" and went home. "A couple hours later, John calls me up and says, 'Would you play that record again?' So I played it for him over the phone, and he said, 'I've changed my mind—I really like it.' So that was his particular epiphany." (Fahey later said that the record at first nauseated him and then made him weep; he compared it to a conversion experience: Johnson's one-two punch of salvation and slide guitar left Fahey "smote to the ground by a bolt of lightning.")

Not long after, when the 20-year-old Fahey showed up at Bussard's place in Frederick, Md., he had transformed himself into a blues guitarist. Bussard had a makeshift recording studio in the basement of his parents' house, and he'd begun issuing 78s—custom-made on a secondhand disc-cutting machine—on his own Fonotone label. Under the name Blind Thomas, Fahey recorded scores of Fonotone 78s, which Bussard peddled to the collectors' market without revealing that the performer was actually a recent grad of Hyattsville's Northwestern High School now studying philosophy at American University.

Though it began as somewhat of a lark, the Blind Thomas material reveals Fahey the musician already in full bloom, ransacking old blues and country songs for ideas to flesh out his excursions and meditations. Several tracks feature the only singing by Fahey ever captured on record, as he growls like his hero Charley Patton about "Kierkegaard, and Jean-Paul Sartre, and Schopenhauer—they all got the blues." (Truth be told, Fahey made a wise decision to forge ahead strictly as an instrumentalist.) Bussard labeled the Blind Thomas songs "authentic Negro folk music" in his mail-order catalog, and few buyers were the wiser. The records are now as rare and collectible as the early 78s they were modeled after. A batch of mint copies recently sold at auction for $700 each.

"American primitive guitar" was what Fahey called his music, and this is the most primitive, raw, and instinctual work he left behind: a former understudy announcing his freedom from mere homage. What you also hear is Fahey's attraction to the mystery and drama of the blues, and his attempt to illuminate—or at least to confront—the suffering and sense of dread he heard on those Blind Willie Johnson and Patton 78s.

In addition to the solo turns (which Fahey titled "Songs of Old Takoma"), there are also some recordings of shuffle-band tunes with Fahey in a small-group setting. The Fonotone sides are a blueprint for Fahey's entire career, especially in the brooding approach that would make him famous a few years later as Blind Joe Death.

"These records are crucial to understanding Fahey," says Blackwood, who plans to rerelease the entire Fonotone catalog next year.

Fahey was dismissive of these early recordings, telling Blackwood a few months ago, "You can put out the Fonotones after I'm dead." Says Blackwood, "He didn't want us wasting Revenant time and money on his old stuff while he was around."

Blackwood says that Revenant will first forge on with a pet project of Fahey's: a seven-CD set of Patton's complete recordings. For Fahey and many country-blues fanatics, Patton is the most important bluesman of all—the real King of the Delta Blues Singers—with Robert Johnson and the rest mere pretenders to the throne. Besides gathering all of Patton's own work, the set will also feature all the sessions he played on. The package includes a reprint of Fahey's 1970 book on Patton (originally published in England and long out of print) and new liner notes by Spottswood and others, all housed in a "78 album" box.

"This was Fahey's dream project for 40 years," says Blackwood. "I feel like I'm on a mission now, to complete this Patton set like John wanted."

Fahey was creating new material right up until the end and had recently recorded four CDs' worth of demos, including originals and songs by George Gershwin and Irving Berlin.

"He does this great version of 'Summertime' on electric guitar, real languid and spacious, giving every note time to decay," says Blackwood. "He played it for me over the phone, and I could feel the hairs on my head standing up. And there are some other acoustic pieces where he reverts to the old thumb- and fingerpicking style of days of yore."

The old days were very much on Fahey's mind during his recent hospitalization, as he awaited a coronary bypass operation. On the night before his surgery, he and Blackwood had a long phone conversation: "He had a realistic outlook—that he might not come out on the other side. One of the things he mentioned wanting to do if he recovered was to go to D.C. and hang out with Spottswood and Bussard and other old friends. I had never heard him express anything like that before. But I didn't feel like it came from any kind of desperate place. He seemed to legitimately be reflecting: 'Maybe I'd like to reignite some connections I had with people.' He had been in a kind of self-imposed isolation."

Isolation, self-imposed or not, was central to Fahey's art, epitomized in his chosen form: the solo guitar. The sense of exile and alienation was what he identified with in his heroes, loners such as Patton, restless revenants doomed to drift forever in a universe beyond their comprehension. In his memoir, Fahey described attending a Hank Williams show during one of local promoter Connie B. Gay's riverboat excursions, which plied the Potomac from D.C. upriver to Maryland. Williams showed up drunk and berated the audience: "Why don't y'all go straight to hell?" Fahey was hoping to hear his favorite Hank song, "The Singing Waterfall," but instead Williams played "Alone and Forsaken," in Fahey's words, "the most distressing desolation song" ever written.

"Even though he's living in the desert and life is hell without her and hears wild dogs and senses the coming of the Apocalypse," Fahey wrote, "he sang 'Oh where has she gone to, where can she be/She may be forsaken by another like me.' Hank is worried about her! This sentiment I have never heard anyone else sing....After the downriver show was over the boat stopped at Marshall Hall Amusement Park and dropped anchor for a couple of hours. My friends and I knew we couldn't get backstage to see Hank. We were too young. So we walked ashore and went looking for girls."

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A funeral service was held for Fahey in Salem, Ore., on Friday, March 2, two days after his 62nd birthday.

Tormented Genius John Fahey
Had Rekindled Creative Fire

The legendary guitarist and label owner was experiencing a musical revival at time of his death.

Blind Joe Death is dead — and so is his legendary, turtle-obsessed alter ego, guitarist John Fahey, who died February 22 at the age of 61, following sextuple-bypass surgery.

Ever the prankster and enemy of pretense, Fahey attributed one side of his first album of guitar compositions to imaginary bluesman Blind Joe Death, whom he claimed to have "discovered" during a trip down South. Fahey pressed 100 copies of the record in 1959 while working in a gas station.
Most of those copies were distributed to blues scholars and friends or sold out of his car. Five were destroyed in shipping. Several were "droplifted" into the bins of used-record stores and thrift shops.

That was the first album on Fahey's own Takoma label, which released records ranging from future instrumental stars Leo Kottke and George Winston to bluesman Bukka White and eccentric guitarist Robbie Basho. Takoma became one of the country's more successful indie labels.

"In a country filled with non-sense," guitarist Kottke said in a statement issued Friday (February 23), "John created living, generative culture. With his guitar and his spellbound witness, he synthesized all the strains in American music and found a new happiness for all of us. With John, we have a voice only he could have given us; without him, no one will sound the same."

Fahey was a classic tormented genius of American music. Born in Takoma Park, Maryland, on February 28, 1939, he began playing guitar at 14 after buying his first instrument at a Sears Roebuck store for $17. His life changed two years later, when he heard Blind Willie Johnson's "Praise God I'm Satisfied." Johnson's earthen country blues inspired Fahey to head south in search of 78 rpm records, which he acquired primarily by canvassing neighborhoods door to door.

Fahey not only collected old American folk, blues and country albums, but he also synthesized them into something unique during the early-'60s folk explosion. His recordings included Death Chants, Breakdowns and Military Waltzes (1967), The Dance of Death and Other Plantation Favorites (1964) and The Great San Bernardino Birthday Party and Other Excursions (1966).

"He basically started the whole idea of playing new music on traditional acoustic steel-string guitar," said Barry Hansen (a.k.a. Doctor Demento), who became friends with Fahey when the two studied folklore at UCLA in 1964. "He was the original underground artist."

Fahey also dabbled in collage and musique concrète long before they became fashionable.

Pianist and Dancing Cat label owner George Winston, who recorded Piano Solo for the Takoma label, recognized Fahey as a compatriot after meeting him in 1971.

"He was playing great extended pieces at the time, doing his raw thing. He did everything I wanted to do, from playing solo concerts to starting my own label, and became my main mentor, role model, influence and inspiration. We used to ride bikes together and look at cats."

Fahey's talent, according to Winston, lay in his ability to combine country blues styles from the '20s and '30s with impressionist harmonies from classical music.

Guitarist Henry Kaiser summed up Fahey as "one of the first people I heard who didn't use melody and harmony in the conventional sense. He used harmony as timbre, as texture and color." Although Fahey's music influenced the harmonically pretty solo productions associated with the Windham Hill label, his personal life was more of a Windham Hell. His music came from the dark side, Kaiser noted, but it was also informed by his interest in Christianity and Hinduism.

Among Fahey's more popular albums are the semi-autobiographical Voice of the Turtle and the popular Christmas album The New Possibility (both 1968) and Return of the Repressed, a 1994 anthology.

Known for his rambling, often alcoholically confused stage presence, Fahey was married and divorced twice. In 1982 he left Los Angeles and moved to Salem, Oregon, where he lived until his death. He became increasingly depressed during the 1980s, while continuing to drink heavily, and in 1986 was diagnosed with the debilitating Epstein-Barr virus and, later, diabetes.
However, inspired by the music of Sonic Youth and other underground rock and noise artists, Fahey recovered his creative footing during the '90s and recorded a trio of innovative electric albums released in 1997. These included the grungy City of Refuge, the echoing Womblife and the chiming Epiphany of Glenn Jones (titled after, and recorded with, the leader of Boston ensemble Cul de Sac).

“We did a small amount of touring together a few years back, and — sadly — we talked recently about recording some acoustic duets," said Lee Ranaldo from Japan, where he is on tour with Sonic Youth. "Not long ago he sent me a group of his drawings of the Coelacanth, an ancient fish from prehistoric times that survived into the modern era. It's something we talked about while touring together. It seems likely John felt an affinity with this creature.

"Our song 'NYC Ghosts & Flowers' is partly about memory and the loss of loved ones, as well as the birth of new visions. I've been dedicating it to John here since we heard he died."

No less impressive was Fahey's decision to start the Revenant label with Nashville lawyer Dean Blackwood in 1996. "He received a small inheritance when his father died," recalled Blackwood, "and instead of doing something sensible with the money, he invested it in Revenant." The label has released 12 albums, including important collections by Doc Boggs, Captain Beefheart and the Stanley Brothers.

Fahey had been working on a definitive package devoted to bluesman Charley Patton, the subject of Fahey's UCLA thesis. He had also recently delivered four CDs of original acoustic and electric music to Blackwood for eventual release.

"He was able to rekindle his creative fire and spirit in the last years of his life," Hansen observed. "I only wish he had been able to do the same with his body."

— Richard Gehr
[ Fri., February 23, 2001 7:07 PM EST ]

John Fahey
1939-2001

My friend John Fahey passed away yesterday in Salem, Oregon. He was less than a week shy of his sixty-second birthday.

For many years John had a number of physical afflictions, restless leg
disorder, epstein barr syndrome and diabetes. He was an enormous man who kept his real pain hidden in his heart, transforming it into a blinding,
dizzying musical legacy.

Listening to his music as I write this, I am struck with the ineffable
ability to communicate how fortunate I am to have spent the little time that
I did in the warmth and glow of his orbit. I don't think anyone who spent
time with John was quite the same afterward.I am able to say this only in
memory of the starnge and fantastic adventures we shared together.

How many other countless lives were touched by John Fahey both directly and through his music? My exposure to John was unique in that I fell in love with the ageless man and his ways before I heard the records. John was a celebrated guitarist whose music expressed a profound empathy with human suffering as well as a gallows humour in the face of the worst of blues.

Spending time with John brought me closer to the music he made which has
changed my life forever. John Fahey will always be remembered for the bottomless depth of human pathos and emotion which his music explored.I celebrate the eternal life of his soul and music, while remembering Fahey the giant, restless, eccentric troubadour of the great sad.

Ayal Senior

I wrote this last night as I tried to get used to John being no longer with
us.Of course I have not seen the exact writings you are including in this
book, so this is very generalized. If anything in it does not match the
nature of the book itself, or if you feel anything else about this could be
changed, please let me know.

Regards, Barry Hansen

Words by Dr. Demento (Barry Hansen)

No, this is not a bizarre printing accident...I, Dr. Demento, purveyor of
"Fish Heads," "Dead Puppies", the works of "Weird Al" Yankovic and other
lighthearted musical mischief, am also a disciple of John Fahey.

I was actually a Faheyite long before I was Demento. The facts have been
recorded elsewhere: I was a fellow student of John's at the UCLA Folk Music
Studies program in the mid-Sixties, lived nextdoor to him for a year in
Venice (California), acted as "road manager" for a few of John's performing
gigs, and shared a lengthy road trip in search of old records and
traditional musicians. I'd heard John's music even before that: a fellow
student at Reed College owned one of the 95 surviving copies of the first
pressing of the John Fahey/Blind Joe Death LP, John's vinyl debut. I was
blown away by John's combination of two of the things I loved most in music:
traditional blues guitar style, and the adventurous harmonies of modern
classical music.

I think John appreciated some of the things I did for him...but as a
somewhat orthodox folksong scholar (in those days) I was also part of
something he had a problem with. While John loved to talk about music as
much as anyone, he had no patience with the anal-obsessive, stifling
pedantry that often passed for folksong scholarship, especially as
exhibited in the large booklets that often came with LP's of traditional
music. The equally large booklets that John wrote for several of his Takoma
LP's began, I believe, as satires of the folksong scholars. (In one of them
you'll encounter "Tree Sloth Man" -- that's me).

John's writing soon took on a life of its own. When his musical inspiration
flagged for a time later on, John found new outlets for his words...andwhen
his musical muse returned in radical new form in the mid-Nineties, his pen
was also reenergized and transformed.

Enter John Fahey's word world and you'll soon discover the sting of his
sarcasm and his utter disdain for tact, but you'll also realize that there
are some things he holds very dear, and he fights for them like a tiger. As
storyteller, music critic or philosopher (or all three at once) he may get
you riled up sometimes...which is just what he had in mind. Get as mad as
you want...wherever he may be, Fahey will love you for that.

Writing this on the day of his death, I realize more than ever what a
life-changing experience it was to know John, or at least some part of what
he was. While I may not be able to communicate that experience like I wish I
could, his words (like his music) say it all.

February 22, 2001

Lee im putting on a gathering of people that happened along Johns path,

I know not everyone can come but many will. I have a lot of names and know a lot of people that are going to be there,but of all the people I have talked to john about, SONIC YOUTH put a bigger spell on JOHN than any of the others.

I say this not because we are friends but because I know it to be fact. If you can put something together I will make sure it is on the wall with all of the photos and stuff I have.

I thank you for all the love SONIC YOUTH gave and how important your music was to JOHN FAHEY.

Im not doing all that well right now so this may seem a bit messy.

SUNDAY March 4 is our date for the gathering,
if you wish to send anything (CARD) you can send it to :

GUITAR CASTLE
329 STATE STREET
SALEM OREGON 97301.

play some great music tonight

love tim.

Guitarist, Label Man John Fahey Dies

John Fahey, guitarist and indie label owner, died yesterday (Feb. 22)
in Salem, Ore., two days after undergoing coronary bypass surgery. He
was 61. Fahey, who was instrumental in rediscovering blues legends Skip James and Bukka White during the 1960s, formulated an idiosyncratic blues-based fingerpicking style that was showcased on a series of albums for his
label, Takoma Records.He was considered a principal, albeit unwilling, influence on such new-age musicians as Will Ackerman and George Winston, and released guitarist Leo Kottke's famed debut album "Six And 12 String Guitar." Fahey also recorded for Warner Bros., Vanguard, Table Of The Elements, and other labels.Fahey had battled chronic fatigue syndrome and diabetes for several years, and in the mid-90's was living in a hotel in Salem. He derived extra income by scouring record stores for rare classical albums and then reselling them to collectors.But in recent years, he was reintroduced to a new generation of listeners via Rhino's 1994 compilation "Return Of The Repressed" and 1997's acclaimed "City Of Refuge," released by Tim/Kerr/Polygram. Fahey also operated the eclectic indie Revenant Records, which has issued material from noted avant-garde musicians Derek Bailey, Jim O'Rourke, and Cecil Taylor, among others. His latest album, "Hitomi," was issued last year by LivHouse Records
in the U.K.

-- Chris Morris, L.A.; Jonathan Cohen, N.Y.