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672 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2010
Electric Eden: Unearthing Britain’s Visionary Music is an ambitious survey of British folk music that is also, sad to say, indulgent. Putatively a tuned-in “reading” of Britain’s Blakean strata of culture, the music writer (for The Wire) Rob Young’s book promises, in his collector’s enthusiasm for a distinct period of musical recording, to rescue a forgotten lore of liberating reflection on his country’s past, but what he offers, ultimately, ought to weaken our resolve to continue looking for it.
What, after all, have Britain’s fondness for its pagan (or pre-Roman) landscape, psychedelia, the occult, and folk music to do with one another? Maybe less than we think. That “unearthing” in the book’s subtitle is a bit of a ruse. The idea that post-war British folk music is chthonic, and autochthonous, or up from the native soil, is incredible, given the transformations in sound technology that permitted, in the Sixties, developments in the cassette-recording, the eight-track and long-form playing disc, and a corresponding permissiveness in the number of acts signed to record labels, the culture of listening, as well as in the business of publishing rights, distribution and performance. American readers of Young’s book will perhaps have heard of the Beatles, and the “new waves” of recorded British performance that transformed American popular music more than once.
The focus of fourteen chapters of Young’s book, the period between the first and second British New Waves was a boom period for boys and girls with guitars. Nonetheless, Young’s own thesis, blurrily argued throughout here, is that there’s a continuous tradition of music-making that stretches from the Sixteenth Century Border minstrels to Talk Talk. The poet-printmaker William Blake, Wordsworth, Yeats, Aleister Crowley, the modernist composers of British orchestral music, like Ralph Vaughn Williams, the folk-jazz fusionist John Martyn – they’re all in on it. British music, as Young hardly needs to tell us, is in on what he will then call “the loamy atavistic grit” that is “the Matter of Britain.” No one will blame him for his engagement in that inquiry. But no one should assume that British folk music is as “up from the soil” as all that, and Young doesn’t make his case. The “unearthing” here is of several stratum of cultural reproduction and its historiography, but Young’s book bollixes the relations.
By rights, the book ought to tell us something about British folk music, and at times it does do just this. After initially modeling what’s at stake in the recovery of the Sixties generation in the person of Vashti Bunyan, a folksinger who worked with the crucial producer-arranger Joe Boyd during the late Sixties, Young’s six hundred page history opens on a one-hundred page survey of the British modernist composers in their treatment of “the folk” – a frequently rehearsed theme, after all, in modernist and cultural studies. Next Young tracks the musicians and ethnographers in the post-war period who collected songs and revived performance in rural villages. While the relations of those two periods of activity are worth Young’s sorting through, he fails to represent the forces behind the ethnographical activity, or the performances themselves. Focusing on Bert Jansch, Shirley Collins, The Watersons, John and Beverly Martyn, Fairport Convention, Nick Drake, The Incredible String Band, Pentangle, Steeleye Span, Mr. Fox, Richard and Linda Thompson, and countless others, I read the book listening to the Bunyan, Martyn, Shirley Collins and the Watersons, Bert Jansch, and Bob and Carole Pegg for the first time – duly informed and pleased to so be. However, Young lacks a stylist’s eye for startling juxtapositions, and the readings of these performances blur the ground between what is the precursor’s achievement and what is an important information in “the Matter of Britain.”
My wife and I are Richard Thompson fans, have seen him perform many times over the years, as astounded by his moving voice as by his range and skill as a guitarist, and often quite taken by his songs, as well. But the musician Young has me thinking most about is John Martyn, the hunky singer-songwriter who worked with Thompson on two albums in the early Seventies, at the time of the break-up of Thompson’s first group, Fairport Convention, as well as in the duo Martyn was a part of with his wife of ten years, Beverly Martyn. Martyn and Thompson are an interesting pair, both depressive and soulful, both song writers who initially hung back behind their beautiful wives, but with their ears open to The Band’s music with Bob Dylan, as well as to their own country’s native traditions, and both, finally, guitar masters who needed to work on their own. Martyn is aptly contextualized by the bohemian coffee house scene of Les Cousins, a London folk club that was the center of English folk revival of the mid to late Sixties. He does not emerge in his musical maturity much away from the folk duo he and his wife formed; alcohol and drugs, as well as his own crusty recalcitrance, seem to have kept him from the career Thompson has enjoyed on both sides of the Atlantic (Martyn died in 2009), and which Thompson continues to enjoy without major label support. Martyn, by contrast, emerges through the patronage of Chris Blackwell, the founder of Island Records, who dropped him from the label in 1988.
A career like Martyn’s deserves more than Electric Eden’s contextualization, and despite having interviewed Richard Thompson for this book, Young has almost nothing to say about him (Thompson, tellingly, didn’t give him much). The chapter on Richard and Linda Thompson begins with a squib on Caedmon (England’s poet of legend), a squib on Milton, a squib on Teilhard de Chardin, a squib on the album cover of a band, Comus (after the Milton poem) that performed around the time the Thompsons were getting together. The chapter closes with a squib on Raymond Williams, the Marxist literary critic who wrote a book, The Country and City, all about “the Matter of Britain,” though Williams’ ideas – to say nothing of William Empson, or E. P. Thompson, or any of the cultural theorists of the pastoral, and popular culture, to whom Young might have looked to clarify his argument about why the one musician (Thompson) flourished while the other musician (Martyn) struggled – are not, finally, entertained. Electric Eden is a “popular” book without ever being a readable one.