Whered’ya Come From, Whered’ya Go?
Appalachian Mountain Music in the Northern Urban Tradition

 

A documentary film (in progress)

by Kim Bistrong and Romy Achituv

 

In the early and mid-1970s, a group of young, urban, middle class men and women from the Northeast began frequenting the heartland of Appalachia.  Coming of age on the heels of an era marked by socio-political activism and ideals of personal freedom expressed through the social body, this demographic sought alternatives to the new consumerism offered by mainstream America.  This community found itself standing at an unpaved socio-cultural cross-road; a moment in American history when the prevailing social conditions offered certain groups the freedom to live outside the confines of restricted social institutions.

 

Whered’ya Come From, Whered’ya Go? Appalachian Mountain Music in the Northern Urban Tradition traces the evolution of a community that grew out of a shared need to travel the untainted trails of rural America; what each voyager found, at its end, was the traditional musical heritage of the southern Appalachian Mountains. “Old Time Music” was borne in the Appalachian heartland of a unique marriage between African rhythms and Celtic melodies. Its lyrics are a composite of murder, love, liquor and labor prose reflecting the southern social experience, and traditional Celtic ballads echoing cries from distant lands.

 

Folklorists and ethnographers initiated the material preservation of this music in the 1920s. Three decades later, the field recordings anthologized by Harry Smith, Alan Lomax and Archie Green would carry the untainted sounds from the hollows of West Virginia and the porches of the Carolinas into the coffeehouses of the northern cities.

 

The post-war generation identified the “old-time” tradition with the poverty and grief of their ancestors. Now able to purchase guitars through mail-order catalogs, the young southerners were seeking to create a new form of music. The raw sound of the open-backed percussive banjo was abandoned in favor of the sleek sound of the newly designed banjo. The “Bluegrass” banjo, equipped with a resonator to stifle the staccato quality of the open-backed banjo, encouraged a louder, faster, melodic sound and a flashy performance style.

 

Concurrent with the waning of old-time music in the mountains was a thriving “back-to- land” movement in the cities. The quest to be out of the range of the “electric” industrial currents, flooding the urban landscape, was satisfied by the rustic, communal way of life which the “back-to-landers” were eager to adopt. The aesthetic of “acoustic” music, rooted in the oral-folk tradition, complemented the life style. Through recordings, friends, local dances, festivals and visits to the last of the older fiddle and banjo players, the “outsiders” learned what was then the untranscribed music of the Southern Appalachian region.

 

Out of the selection of students, bohemians, poets, and musicians who encountered this music at its source, emerged a community that has, since, inherited and revived the Appalachian mountain, old-timey sound. Once prolific at adapting this unfamiliar style of music to their untrained ears, the musicians could play together and teach each other. This “band of outsiders” began to dominate the southern music scene. The documentary begins at this juncture. Through personal interviews, archives, tabloids, and jam sessions, issues of “authenticity,” “proprietary,” “cultural evolution” and “American identity,” are explored. The documentary traces the impact that folklorists, academics, and indigenous southern musicians have had upon the developments of this music and the northern musicians responsible for its revival.

 

 

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The footage for this documentary was shot between 1993-1996, primarily at film festivals in North Carolina and West Virginia, and in the homes of the interviewees. The documentary continues to be in post-production today. Pending finishing funds, we expect to complete the film by Winter, 2005.

 

 

Additional camera and editing by Tirtza Even.

 

 

 

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