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In Memoriam Johnny CunninghamJohnny Cunningham passed away on the evening of December 15th, 2003. He died at home from a heart attack, embraced in Trisha's arms.
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2007DECEMBER 15TH, 2007 | JOHNNY'S 4-YEAR ANNIVERSARY HONORED BY BARRY CRIMMINSThe Isle of Sky
I can't believe Johnny Cunningham's been gone for four years. At times it seems like he got up and excused himself just a moment ago and presently he'll burst back in with some amazing story about what he ran into while he was away. At other times it seems like it's been forever since the saintly sinner walked among us. Either way, alas. Johnny was an infectiously incorrigible slave to his art. True to his virtuoso soul, he was always working and playing. It seems impossible that someone could get that much of each into a mere 46 years. Johnny did it by burning the candle at both ends with a fire that sparked his great music and sparkled in his eyes. When we met, I'd known of the great Johnny Cunningham for years. I'd caught Raindogs gigging around Boston and had seen Johnny perform with other acts, as well. I was an unabashed fan. I was pleased and charmed to learn that Johnny had seen me perform here and there. As was his way, he lavished generous praise upon me concerning my work as a political satirist. I resisted the compliments, allowing that Johnny had a world-class sense of humor but he could also do something. Musically speaking, I was tone deaf. Johnny said, "Aye, Barry but ya don't understand, that's what recommends ya! There's no fear ya'll ever know any better!" We had a good laugh and if I recall correctly, several beers. Before the second round, we were friends. Before the evening ended we were good friends. I had joined a club with several thousand members. The good friends of Johnny Cunningham. After that we regularly ran into each other on Monday afternoons in Harvard Square. We looked at Monday as our weekend. In those days we were both performing at least five or six nights a week, with plenty of travel mixed in. Motivated by a strong sense of justice and powerful thirsts, we felt we had a right to at least one day off. Still, during 'normal' business hours on Mondays there were loose ends to tie up concerning scheduling, travel, upcoming projects and so on. So it would be late afternoon or early evening before our unplanned but nonetheless frequent get-togethers commenced. We didn't talk much about show business, except to speak of our mutual friends in the racket. Friends were never forgotten when Johnny was around. Mostly we interacted with the other patrons, trying to get them to behave as if Saturday fell on Monday for them, too. As the evening wore on, we'd move from tavern to tavern, often with a growing entourage of revelers who had no idea their pied piper was actually a legendary Scottish fiddler, who was also a composer and producer and friend and mentor to a Who's Who of music.
Within a half an hour Johnny had the scion of a bitch dancing! Johnny wasn't dancing. I wasn't dancing but the sourpuss was. He wasn't dancing well, mind you, but he was dancing just the same and having a great time. Before the night was over, Johnny was wearing the rich man's tie as a headband and our new friend was lunging for the tab. A certain fiddler had explained to the Brahmin that money isn't properly appreciated until it's gone. Johnny Cunningham left me with something to remember him by -- my own name. He asked me my heritage and I said I was Irish-American. He replied," It's pitiful that ya don't even know where you're from." Then he explained to me that the 'Crimmins' family in Ireland was first a Scottish clan known as the 'MacCrimmons'. He told me about my people, something my own people had never done. According to Johnny, my ancestors were the maniacs who led the charge into battle, playing bagpipes until the enemy was engaged, at which point they became a vicious hand-to-hand assault force. He said, "That's right, Bar, your lads walked point with bagpipes. And off the battlefield, no one messed with them. To this day, any MacCrimmon is given a wide berth in Scotland." I expressed some skepticism but Johnny would have none of it. "You think ya haven't even a wee bit of that blood in your veins? For fook's sake, have you thought about what it is ya do for a living? Ya tell Americans they aren't God's gift to the world and you've done it for years and ya aren't dead yet! Just wait -- one of these days I'll Introduce you to friends from Scotland and when I tell them your name, you watch them step back and make way." Months later Johnny and I were working a benefit somewhere and he had a gaggle of Scot musicians accompanying him. I poked my head into his dressing room to say hello. "Oh, you're here, Bar! Brilliant! I want to introduce you to some lads from back home."And then he winked at me and grinned wildly and said, "Boys, I want ya ta meet my friend, Barry CRIMMINS!" As if on cue they all jumped backwards. Between chortles Johnny said, "Ya needn't worry, he's gentle unless ya cross him." I know he set the whole thing up -- at least I'm pretty sure. And I never checked out the 'MacCrimmons walking point with bagpipes' deal because if Johnny took the time to contrive that tale, I wasn't about to let facts stand in its way. What I know for sure is that Johnny Cunningham wanted me to have what he had and that was a deep and abiding connection with the world and many people. Even if I hadn't a wee dram of Scottish blood in me veins, Johnny not only welcomed me to his clan but he brought me into it in a place of honor. He did it with wit, generosity and humor. He did it with flair and a melodic grace. He did it as if he knew he would leave too many of us, too soon, with nothing but lovely memories of a saintly sinner. -- Barry Crimmins, http://www.barrycrimmins.com
THE NEEDIEST FAMILY FUND OF NEW BEDFORD
Sponsored by the local Standard Times newspaper, the Neediest Family Fund of New Bedford helps townspeople during this holiday season. A Christmas donation was made "with love and memory of Johnny Cunningham" by Holly, Arielle, and Ron. To learn more about the Neediest Family Fund of New Bedford, visit their website. JOHNNY CUNNINGHAM LIVE ON YOUTUBE.COM!Scottish Tradition : Phil & Johnny Cunningham The Cunningham Brothers on Box and Fiddle. Two of Scotland's finest musicians of recent times. Strathspey and Reels Scottish Tradition: Phil & Johnny Cunningham 2 The Cunningham Brothers again. Phil on mandolin, whistle and accordion with Johnny showing his talent on the fiddle.FRIDAY, AUGUST 31st, 2007 | MABOU MINES 'SONG OF NEW YORK' OPENING NIGHTRead today's NEW YORK TIMES feature article about Mabou Mines' unique traveling performance 'SONG FOR NEW YORK: What Women Do While Men Sit Knitting'
We at Mabou Mines are excited to invite you to see our most joyful and unusual production to date. SONG FOR NEW YORK: What Women Do While Men Sit Knitting is a musical celebration of the city that will be performed FREE to public audiences on the waterfront of Gantry Plaza State Park in Long Island City, Queens. Friday, August 31st Rain date: Wednesday, September 5th Seating for the performance and access to the audience photo booth will begin at 6:45 pm each night. All performances begin at 8:00 pm. We hope to see you at Gantry Plaza State Park. Sincerely, MABOU MINES GETTING THERE: GANTRY PLAZA STATE PARK is located at 474 48th Avenue, Long Island City, Queens (718-786-6385). Easy public transportation is available. Subway: 7 train to Vernon Blvd/Jackson Ave. Walk west 2 blocks to Gantry State Park OR G train to 21st St/Jackson Ave. Walk west 3 blocks. Bus: B61 or Q103 to Vernon Blvd/Jackson Ave. LIRR: station at Borden Ave and 2nd St. Long Island City. Water Taxi: The NY Water Taxi runs from Manhattan to Borden Ave in Long Island City. Visit www.nywatertaxi.com for schedule and fares. (Why I Blame Johnny for) MY CAREER AS A DRAMATURGEby Nancy Groce
Helping Jerry HollandA good friend of Johnny's, and fellow musician - Jerry Holland, a renowned fiddler of Cape Breton style, has recently been diagnosed with cancer and is asking for your prayers. His friends and loved ones have set up a website for more information and for ways to help him in this time of need: www.jerryhollandfund.org Jack Rowell, a professional photographer and friend, took these photos of the two Fiddlers. Visit Jack's website to see more of his work. Thanks to all for your support, and best wishes, Jerry.
Peter & Wendy Performs in Washington, D.C.
Peter & Wendy is the winner of two Obie Awards. This unforgettable production, by world-renowned experimental theater company Mabou Mines, encourages "viewers to make an imaginative leap and fly into fantasy" (The Star-Ledger).
Song for New York: What Women Do While Men Sit KnittingA Mabou Mines work-in-progress will be holding a reading on June 4, 2007, at 8pm, at the Bam Cafe in Brooklyn. The reading is free, but first come first serve due to limited seating. This reading is dedicated to Johnny. The performance dates are: August 31 - Governor's Island September 2 - Staten Island September 5 - Bronx, NY September 7 - Queens September 9 - Bay Ridge, Brooklyn For the latest updates on the performance dates and locations, visit the Mabou Mines website.
Mabou Mines in printThe cover story for American Theater Magazine, April 2007 features Mabou Mines' founders Lee Breuer and Ruth Maleczech. Congratulations!
Casey Neill's New Album: Brooklyn Bridge
In 2001 Neill released "Portland West", a live record on Appleseed. Following "Portland West", Cunningham convinced Neill to play electric and make a record that encompassed all his influences - from The Pogues, The Clash, and New Model Army to Ted Leo, PJ Harvey, Lungfish, The Gits, Fugazi, and legends Nick Cave and Bruce Springsteen, in addition to his folk and Celtic ones. It was the beginning of "Brooklyn Bridge", a record that, when completed, would move from indie-rock to Celtic, from pop-rock to Americana, and with an earnest, punk mindset that few singer-songwriters can touch - and mean it - when weaving through various genres not only on the same album, but sometimes on the same song. But, the "Brooklyn Bridge" road would be a long, exhausting, but ultimately rewarding one for Neill. The exhausting and most devastating, and reason for the delay in completing the record, was the untimely death of Neill's friend and producer, Johnny Cunningham, who died of a heart attack on December 15, 2003. "We had 12 finished songs in 2003 and we had begun to shop it. I had moved to back Brooklyn from Portland, Oregon. Johnny and I put a band together in the city to perform the material. We played a residency at the Living Room in October of that year," recalls Neill, discussing the completion of "Brooklyn Bridge" before Cunningham's death. "Johnny passed away suddenly that December and it was devastating. Two nights before he died, we sat in our local pub, the 11th Street Bar, and he gave me a talking to about life and music and his faith in this record. It was almost like he knew he was on his way out. I recorded a few more songs and edited the project since, always trying to imagine what his calls would be." While shopping "Brooklyn Bridge", Neill decided to release "Live on 11th Street" as a homage to Cunningham, named for their watering hole of choice in New York's Lower East Side, and the last live show Cunningham would ever play. Still shopping "Brooklyn Bridge", Amy Ray came along and asked to release a record for Neill, cumulating in 2005's "Memory Against Forgetting" (Daemon/AK Press), which was a collection of demos, b-sides, and outtakes. With two live albums and a compilation under his belt, and "Brooklyn Bridge" waiting to be released, Neill decided to go into the studio and cut two more tracks, the rocking "We Are The City" and the melodic, hook-laden "The Holy Land" with his friends Conlee and Funk from The Decemberists. Adding these two songs to "Brooklyn Bridge", Neill thought about Cunningham and what he would think. He finally felt "Brooklyn Bridge" was complete. "My family lived at the South Street Seaport since the late 80s, in the shadow of the bridge. The scenes in The Holy Land took place right there, too. There are a lot of songs about New York and my time there. The bridge is such an iconic image of the city it just seemed to be the centerpiece. For all the New York songs, this project was shaped and influenced by Portland and its thriving music scene. It is also a town defined by its bridges," explains Neill on the title of the album and why he felt it was so fitting for the album and the journey the album took. Fed up with shopping the album to big labels (at one point he was on
the verge of signing with one), Neill passed a copy on to In Music We
Trust Records, a Portland-based label that had released records for his
friends, and the two instantly struck up a deal. "When I first started
talking to In Music We Trust and they agreed to do this record, it just
felt right to be working with a Northwest indie label, and one that had
been successful with artists I know and admire. Why didn't this happen
years ago?" Neill will say without hesitation. Finally, six years
after the record began, it had a home and was going to get released. From
the title track, which opens the album, "a love song for a girl and
for the city", as Neill puts it, to the rocking "We Are The
City" ("another New York City anthem inspired by the underground
community on the Lower East Side in the 90s"). Through the Celtic-infused
folk-rock of "The Holy Land", a song that takes place in 19th
century New York and tells the story of a John and a prostitute dancing
in Water Street outside of Kit Burns' Sportsman's Hall, a notorious venue
where rat fights took place, Neill has a knack for storytelling and engaging
his audience, all while giving them something to emerge themselves into
and forget their worries for awhile. "Next door to Sportsman's Hall
was a brothel run by John Allen where hymns were sung in the main room.
Both Burns and Allen were hated by the moral and religious establishment
of the day," explains Neill about the song. One song Neill likes
to talk about is "Watch For Me", a bleak break-up song, but
one where the melody doesn't get lost or forgotten in the bleakness. Something
that worried Johnny so, "Johnny instructed me to party 'til dawn
the night before the sessions so I'd sound like hell, like Mark Lanegan,
because we were concerned it was going to be too pretty".
Neill also wrote "King Neptune" after Cunningham's passing and added it to the album. "I wrote the song for Johnny and recorded it with his brother Phil playing piano and accordion. I wrote it for a tribute show we did for him at Town Hall in New York," Neill explains. "The summer before he died he went to the Coney Island Mermaid Parade dressed as King Neptune." It was a long road to see "Brooklyn Bridge" through, but one that helped shape and give the record its sound. Neill is happy to finally pay homage to Cunningham once again, putting out the record he believed in so much to the world and allowing them to hear it. With "Brooklyn Bridge" soon to be released, Neill and his band are gearing up to tour in support of the record and will tour both in the summer and the fall. To purchase "Brooklyn Bridge," click here.
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