Torrential rain made my pilgrimage to Okemah, Oklahoma, perilous a few weeks ago. I had to keep my eyes fixed to narrow two-lane country roads rather than leisurely perusing limestone quarries and Native American reservations as I neared the hometown of Woody Guthrie.
The white-knuckle drive was rewarded at the Woody Guthrie Folk Festival. The kindness of folkies- both the featured musicians and the fans- and the gentle sincerity of welcoming townies were just as heartwarming as the Guthrie covers I heard during my Oklahoma outing.
The August 15 release of Woody Guthrie- Woody at Home, Vol. 1 + 2 enhances my appreciation of the trip. The “home recordings made by Guthrie between 1951 and 1952 at his apartment in Beach Haven, Brooklyn, as a way to introduce himself to his publisher” further verify his status as the conscience of America.
Songs about immigration, greed, thuggery, liberation theology and lost love make Woody at Home, Vol. 1 + 2 the right album at the right time. These unadorned lofi recordings are absolutely essential and all-too relevant more than 75 years since they were committed to tape.