Woody at 100 in the Press

By Robin Wheeler

While I’m planning to give a more thorough recount of the emotional experience of my weekend in Oklahoma, duty called first. I wrote two pieces for the Riverfront Times in St. Louis about the weekend.

First, a review of Saturday night’s tribute concert in Tulsa, “This Land is Your Land”. A sample:

Guthrie embraced populism as much as individuality. Presenting a song everyone knows – “Pink Houses” -  so soon after the uniqueness of the Flaming Lips juxtaposed Guthrie’s complexities of balancing personal innovation with group accessibility.

I also published a recounting of that day’s academic conference, “Different Shades of Red”:

What would Woody think of what’s happening now? He would relate to the downfall of the middle class, having lived through something similar when his father lost everything. This led Guthrie to base his songs on emotions, not intellect.

 

Please disregard the header that claims Guthrie was a Communist. That was added by editorial, not me. Read the post and you won’t find the word “Communist” mentioned one single time. I’ve asked for this to be changed.

Despite having a photo pass, I didn’t get much that’s usable. Luckily, others did. Here’s a bit of the concert’s finale, with Arlo singing one of “This Land is Your Land”‘s lost verses:

Oh, and I did a little tree-hugging on the site of Woody’s final Okemah, Oklahoma home.

Standing where he stood. That requires a post all its own.

Along the Rain and the Sun

By Robin Wheeler

Today Aimee Levitt, a St. Louis-area reporter (and dear friend who’s willing to tolerate seven hours in a car with my shenanigans) and I drove from my home in Belleville, Illinois, to Tulsa, Oklahoma. On behalf of the Riverfront Times, we’re covering tomorrow’s Different Shades of Red: Woody Guthrie and the Oklahoma Experience at 100 , a series of panels covering the political culture in Oklahoma that shaped Woody Guthrie’s world views, his musical influences, and his legacy to the Dust Bowl. After a day of lectures, it’s This Land is Your Land concert. Then the drive home, deadlines.

Before we left, Aimee told me that she saw Woody on the side of the highway – a grizzled hitchhiker with a backpack and a guitar.

We hit I-44 from St. Louis at 12:30 after a lunch of Korean-Mexican fusion food. I-44′s what replaced Route 66 when the interstate system was built. The skeleton of the Mother Road remains as the interstate twists along the northern edge of the Ozarks. Old tourist traps like Meramac Caverns share the road with boutique wineries, adult superstores, and billboards with the outstretched arms of Jesus Christ beckoning to westbound sinners.

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