Levon Helm’s Rocking Rambles
In the mountains of upstate New York, the ’60s bandleader plays host to musicians old and young with sets that play far into the night
- By Anne Miller
- Smithsonian.com, July 19, 2011, Subscribe
Editor's Note: Levon Helm died on Thursday, April 19, 2012 in New York City after losing his battle with cancer. He was 71 years old and best known as the drummer of the legendary rock group the Band. We examined Helm's extraordinary career and legacy in July 2011.
Deep in the Catskill woods the church of groove has blessed this Saturday night.
Beneath vaulted ceilings the horns blow, the women sing, the piano keys move the hammers and the drummer shakes his shoulders with the downbeat.
A guest unrecognizable in denim, bandanas and sunglasses is introduced as Conan O’Brien’s bandleader, Jimmy Vivino. He addresses the assembled crowd of 200.
“I got my musical education in this church Levon built here,” Vivino tells the crowd. “There’s something magical going on in this barn.”
With that, the Levon Helm Band kicks into the classic “Deep Ellum Blues,” about the perils of Dallas’ red-light district some 80 years ago.
The church – the barn—is the home recording studio-slash-living room of Levon Helm, an influential 1960s rock pioneer who still tours and records; his “Electric Dirt” won a 2009 Grammy. But one of his most lasting contributions to the American musical canon may just be the Saturday night musical throwdowns called the Midnight Rambles. Here in Woodstock, New York, a veteran house band welcomes neighbors, like Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen, and younger musicians, like Shawn Mullins and Steve Earle, who share Helm’s passion for song.
The sets roam over early blues, ’60s standards and recent recordings, reimagined by a 12-piece band that includes a five-man horn section, and a small music store’s worth of banjos, mandolins, a fiddle, a stand-up bass, a piano, guitars and the drums that make Helm famous.
The Rambles began in 2004 as moneymaker for Helm, who declared bankruptcy after the double blows of a house fire and cancer. The inspiration came from the traveling medicine shows of his Arkansas youth, and the musicians who played looser and talked dirtier as the night reached toward dawn.
Tickets cost $150 and go fast.
Visitors park in Helm’s yard and enter next to a garage near the barn, where tables welcome potluck dishes for ticket-holders and the volunteer staff. Inside, wooden balconies overlook the performance space, and folding chairs line the floors. A lofted back area is standing room only, so close to the band the fans could high-five the tuba player. The front row could shake the singers’ hands. Guest artists, staff and family line the wooden radiator bench – SRO folks brush by them with “excuse me” and handshakes.
There’s no monitors or video screens, no $1,000 suits or producers, no stadium echo chambers. Many audience members are musicians themselves, from former roadies to office professionals with a big bass hobby. Five-hour drives aren’t uncommon.
“If you want to know what it’s like to understand the roots and development of American music, that’s what the band was doing here in Woodstock,” says Rebecca Carrington, whose ticket was a 43rd birthday present from her husband. “This is what all the American music gets back to.”
Helm is 71. Many of his Saturday night openers are half his age.
On an icy winter Saturday night Irishman Glen Hansard dropped by. He won international fame for his movie Once. He has an Oscar and two bands – the Swell Season and the Frames – that tour the world.
The two greatest concerts he’s ever seen, he says, are Helm’s Rambles.
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Comments (2)
A great read! What a treat for those who get this musical experience. I just saw "The Last Waltz" at a special screening in Santa Monica a few weeks ago ... it IS The Great Concert Film ... from a musical period that still ranks as one of the best!
Posted by Maria Fotopoulos on July 22,2011 | 03:31 AM
Fred Frith, Richard Thompson, Henry Kaiser & Victor French. It was at Askenaz in Berkeley, spread only by word-of-mouth-- and there was STILL a line two blocks long.
(I was third in line after waiting for three hours)
Guitar Summit Extraordinaire
Posted by Robert Hurley on July 19,2011 | 07:01 PM