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An interview with John Szwed, the man who wrote the biography of Alan Lomax, The Man Who Recorded the World

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

Sometimes book projects go better than you could have ever expected (The Day-Glo Brothers, Shark Vs. Train), and sometimes they don’t.

One of mine that didn’t — or, optimistically, hasn’t been going so well for a while — was a YA biography of Alan Lomax, which fell into contractual limbo when my editor’s job disappeared.

Alan Lomax was a giant in our culture — and by “our” I mean “your,” especially if you live on this planet and even more particularly if you have an interest in music.

Starting when he was a teenager in the 1930s and continuing well into the 1990s, Lomax traveled the United States and eventually the world recording (and inspiring countless others to record) indigenous music, folk music, made-everyday-by-everyday-people music before the sounds of mass media crowded out those voices.

It was no easy task. Lomax started back when portable recording devices weighed hundreds of pounds rather than just a few ounces, and my appreciation of the efforts he spent finding and preserving those singers and songs — long before YouTube allowed each of us to do the same in seconds — just grows and grows.

Along the way, Lomax crossed paths with Leadbelly, Muddy Waters, Jelly Roll Morton, Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Margaret Mead, Carl Sagan, Moby (yes, Moby), Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt, the King and Queen of England, and so on. He got blacklisted and was hounded by the FBI. He ruffled feathers, and still does, nearly a decade after his death.

He’s also the subject of an impressive biography just published for the adult market, Alan Lomax: The Man Who Recorded the World by John Szwed (Viking).

How I wish I had written this book, but oh, how happy I am that this book simply exists at all. There’s never been a better opportunity for folks to appreciate the impact that Lomax had on our musical landscape — or to appreciate the legacy that any person can leave behind when they start early and work like a dog for several decades.

The New York Times summed up the enormity of Szwed’s task:

Alan Lomax had astounding energy and enthusiasm. He was both an exhaustive and exhausting force in American music for almost 70 years. When he died in 2002, he left behind at least the following, which Mr. Szwed has dauntlessly tackled as source material: 5,000 hours of sound recordings; 400,000 feet of film; 2,450 videotapes; 2,000 books and journals; numerous prints, documents and databases; and more than 120 linear feet of paperwork.

Sufficiently recovered from his researching and writing, Szwed took the time to answer a few questions from me via email:

Considering that you knew Alan Lomax personally, what did you learn in researching and writing his biography that most surprised you?

I suppose the most surprising thing is the sheer amount of work that Alan got done in so many areas once he got to Washington and then NYC at such an early age. Radio, the recording business, Haiti, the trip south, the books, his work as a script writer and DJ — it’s hard to see how he could have done so much so fast, and while he was in the army, too.

Given the scope and significance of his life and work, why aren’t Alan and his accomplishments more widely known?

He was extraordinarily well known in the 40s. I think his time in Europe made him seem to have disappeared, and then later when he was working through Columbia University he was satisfied to be known as an academic and work in a much smaller framework.

Among those who are familiar with Alan, opinions of him seem to be rather strong, one way or the other. What do you think accounts for that?

There was always a certain degree of tension in the folknik world, with many differing political and social opinions. Alan was a single-minded, hard-driving individual, one who considered most other people to be slow and uninspired. His persistence and drive bothered some. … I discovered that far from being a person who made money off his sources, he often paid them more than he could afford, worked for them to help them get attention, and he was always short of money and underpaid. He had no steady work except for the army from 1943 until he died.. And then most people don’t know how copyright works, and assumed that he was claiming authorship,of songs, which he wasn’t.

What role do you see for Alan’s recorded legacy today — and in the future — when even people in poverty have the ability to record and widely distribute their musical creations, and when consumers have a near-infinite array of very, very inexpensive music to choose from and repurpose?

First off, no one ever recorded as much as Alan did, and no one is likely to ever do so again, I’d think. He also recorded at a time when there was a great diversity of music in the world. As he predicted, mass media would reduce that diversity. But we still have the recordings, and with luck they’ll continue to offer inspiration for many.

Where do you see Alan’s most lasting impact on and contribution to American and global culture? Is it his actual recordings, his demonstration of the need to preserve vulnerable cultures, or something else?

His actual recordings, yes, that’s a real monumental achievement. But I think that sooner or later someone will understand and appreciate what he was doing with cantometrics and choreometrics, and will refine and develop the work he wasn’t able to complete.

"Lomax," the verb

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

It sure did this YA biographer‘s heart good to see the following reference in the current issue of TIME, in an article on Sacred Harp singing:

Get Lomaxed.
Almost every revived American folk-music form was once recorded for the Library of Congress by musicologist Alan Lomax. He taped Sacred Harp in 1942 and ’59. Unlike other finds such as Leadbelly, it failed to spark during the 1960s folk revival, but musicologists were infected. Now the form had imitable LPs and an academic beachhead.

Glad as I am to see this latest indication of Lomax’s ongoing relevance, I can’t help but point out a factual error. He didn’t tape Sacred Harp or anything else in 1942. But when he did tape it in 1959, he did so in stereo, and it’s well worth a listen.

Sort of like a cross between a CV and a fruitcake

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

And if that combination doesn’t sound like something you’d like to read, well, that’s because I’ve still got quite a bit of work to do on the Lomax chapter for which I just finished a very, very dense first draft.

What am I working on (12/07)?

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

It’s been a while since my last update along these lines, so the answer must be “not much.” But since I just met my final deadline of the year — three new sample profiles with which Pasta‘s publisher will try to tempt potential illustrators — now seems like a good time to get my head clear on what’s next:

Making copies of the many, many Lomax materials currently in my possession (Austin-area libraries and Interlibrary Loan have been very good to me) before I go out and get any more. And with an April deadline looming, I really ought to just stop gathering materials for a while, make sense of what I’ve got, write what I can, and then see what holes in my research still need to be filled.

Saying “no.” I’m full for 2008. Can’t take on anything else. Not that other folks are asking me to take on a bunch of other things — most of the opportunities that I’ll need to say “no” to will originate within my own head.

Filing!

I hope I’m better at switching gears than staying organized

Friday, November 16th, 2007

The other night I’d thought I’d sort of finished a first draft of Chapter 4 of my Lomax book. Then, yesterday, a source called back with some illuminating information about one of Alan Lomax’s many undertakings in the years just after WWII.

Then, today — and I can hardly believe this — I remembered that I never had made it all the way through the letters of his that are available here in Austin at the Center for American History. (I’d left off in the mid-1940s back when I was still writing about the mid-1930s, and I guess I got distracted.) So, I spent a late lunch hour there today getting still more clarification about the period covered by Chapter 4.

I’d love to keep this momentum going, but I’m due for a major gear-switching. For several months my plan had been to spend December turning out drafts of three more chapters for Pasta. With the recent change in editors, though, I hadn’t been sure whether the original vision and schedule for the project would hold.

Yesterday, I had a enjoying and reassuring first conversation with my new Pasta editor, and the upshot is that all previous plans for the book are still intact. Which means it’s time for me to get ready for those additional Pasta chapters. I just need to make sure I remember to go back to the CAH for the rest of those Lomax letters when I’m done.

"What do you do?" "Oh, I’m a children’s writer."

Friday, October 26th, 2007

The way I passed my lunch hour today reminded me of this recent exchange between Joel and Ethan Coen, discussing a scene with Josh Brolin in their new movie:

E.C. The trainer had this little neon-orange toy that he would show to the dog, and the dog would start slavering and get unbelievably agitated and would do anything to get the toy. So the dog would be restrained, and Josh, before each take, would show the dog that he had the toy, he’d put it in his pants and jump into the river …

J.C. … without having any idea of how fast this dog could swim. So the dog was then coming after him …

E.C. … so Josh came out of the river sopping wet and pulled the thing out of his crotch and said–he was talking to himself–he said, “What do you do?” “Oh, I’m an actor.”

“And how did this children’s writer spend his lunch hour?” you may cautiously, nervously be asking. Not by visiting a school or trying to pare away each word not absolutely vital to the bunny’s character development, but rather with a small pile of binder clips and a big stack of Xeroxes from the Library of Congress and the Center for American History, arranging the papers into thinner, thematic stacks for Chapter 4 of my Alan Lomax manuscript.

Which is not as exciting as swimming down a river with a dog pursuing a toy tucked into my pants, but which does strike me as being nearly as far flung from what most folks must think my line of work is like.

Now, I must get back to my little stacks…

That twitchy, trapped feeling

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

I was on edge this past Saturday afternoon, and I couldn’t figure out why. It was a beautiful day in the middle of a three-day weekend, and my kitchen smelled like baking bread, so why on earth was I tense? Why did I feel the need to flee my (relatively) clean house and my (relatively) well-behaved children?

I even considered retail therapy — going to buy something, a book, even a used book — just to escape my immediate environs, even though burning fossil fuel for the sake of sheer consumption really isn’t my thing. It was an unusually powerful urge, but I managed to resist it.

Finally, while my wife napped, one child played Super Mario, and another watched Franklin, I slipped the lead around one of my dogs and slipped out of the house for a walk. Halfway down the block, the dog began walking sort of funny, so we went back to the house for a plastic bag.

At this time, the other dog, loudly freaking out with jealousy as is his way, teleported through the fence. That’s what it looked like, anyway — like stop-motion video in which there’s a fence with no dog in front of it, and then there’s a fence with a dog in front of it. I didn’t have time to figure out just then what the heck had happened*, because the clock was ticking down to when I had to be back from my walk in time to wake my wife and take the bread out of the machine.

I still really needed to be gone, so I corralled the left-behind dog and stuck him in the garage. With just 35 minutes remaining, the chosen dog and our plastic bag and I went on our way.

And it was wonderful. Just what I needed. And revelatory. As is so often the case when I walk (more so than when I run), my brain figured out the thing I most needed it to figure out: Why I felt so compelled to be away from my house.

Because that’s where my research is. A dozen and a half books pertaining to Alan Lomax, and overflowing file folders dedicated to each chapter, and beaucoup electronic documents, and recordings out the wazoo. It was all there, and it was demanding my attention as persistently (though, thankfully, not as audibly) as the dog that didn’t get taken for a walk. My research didn’t care that I’d written 1,500 words the day before, or that I would be back at it the next night, or that I wanted a day off to bake and play and space out.

Realizing that — and knowing exactly what it was that I was getting away from — made all the difference. Well, most of the difference. The remaining difference was made by superpremium ice cream. My point is that I felt a whole lot better. Not twitchy, and not trapped.

But just to be safe, I think I’ll plan on spending more of my Saturdays somewhere else for a while.

* Loose board. Three-year-old F and I fixed it Sunday morning.

And I didn’t even have to go down to the depot to pick it up.

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

I recently bought a certain recording as part of my Lomax research. I placed the order by mail, paid for it by check, and this afternoon my brand-new LP arrived.

Tell me again what century we’re in?

Three new things

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

Thing 1: Inspired in equal parts by something I recently read and recordings I’ve been listening to from 1938-1942, I’ve come up with a fresh, invigorating — and maybe even workable — narrative approach to my Alan Lomax book. Luckily, I’ve done only two chapter drafts already, so it’s not like I’d have to rewrite the entire manuscript. (That may come later, should I go whole-hog with this new approach only to find it doesn’t work after all.)

Thing 2: I’ve taken the first step in researching a potential new picture book project I’m calling D.B. For this one, I’d be getting out and about and visiting with people and getting to know more about a certain type of heavy machinery — quite a bit different from staying up late with copies of old letters.

Thing 3: I’m on the hook to make a presentation next Tuesday night at a religious-education gathering at my church, and with a week to spare I’ve already got a draft written. Or rather, I’ve got several paragraphs written in sequence on several different nights, and it seems that they should add up to a coherent 5-7 minutes of something intelligible, perhaps even inspirational. But I really should confirm that. This will be good practice for the presentations I hope to be doing at conferences in the not-so-terribly distant future. If I get nervous, I’ll just look out at the congregation and imagine that they’re librarians.

Something completely different

Monday, October 8th, 2007

Tonight I took a break from Woody, Jelly, Leadbelly and the rest of my Alan Lomax research in favor of an honest-to-Pete early-21st-century rock show at Stubb’s in Austin — which probably gave me a lot more in common with my book’s YA audience than does my love of the subject matter itself (at least for now).

I sure am glad I went, and seeing as how I’m still stirred up from seeing Rilo Kiley despite the post-midnight hour, I’d just like to remind all loyal Bartography readers of how good it feels to change things up from time to time in what you read, listen to, watch and do.

And if you’re able to eat a big plate of something tasty (barbecue, in my case) beforehand, all the better.