{"id":821,"date":"2017-07-25T09:14:33","date_gmt":"2017-07-25T16:14:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/?p=821"},"modified":"2017-09-27T15:06:59","modified_gmt":"2017-09-27T22:06:59","slug":"whatre-you-rebelling-against-malvina-by-ross-altman-ph-d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/2017\/07\/25\/whatre-you-rebelling-against-malvina-by-ross-altman-ph-d\/","title":{"rendered":"What\u2019re You Rebelling Against, Malvina? by Ross Altman, Ph.D."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/MalvinaReynolds.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"593\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Reprinted with permission from <a href=\"https:\/\/folkworks.org\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">FolkWorks<\/a> March-April 2017<\/p>\n<p><em>Mildred: What&#8217;re you rebelling against, Johnny?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Johnny: Whaddya got?<\/em><br \/>\n<strong>~ Marlon Brando in \u201cThe Wild One\u201d, 1953<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0Marlon Brando<\/strong>\u2019s reply to Mildred\u2019s question suits <strong>Malvina Reynolds<\/strong> to a T: but unlike Johnny in <em>The Wild One<\/em>, Singer-songwriter Malvina Reynolds (August 23, 1900\u2014March 17, 1978) was a learned rebel. She got her Ph.D. the old-fashioned way\u2014she earned it, in the UC Berkeley English Department in 1938. She never used it to teach, however, because her first act of rebellion was to refuse to sign the California loyalty oath when she was accepted for a teaching position at Berkeley. Faced with <strong>Robert Frost<\/strong>\u2019s life-changing choice at the fork in the road she took the one less travelled by\u2014\u201c<em>of whom it could be said: She was an artist, and a red<\/em>.\u201d (MR)<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Her rebellious songs reflect not only a thoughtful but an educated mind, one that transformed her knowledge into the art of song. It is nowhere on better display than in her trenchant anti-propaganda song <em>No Hole in My Head<\/em>. She opens with<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/jysuQ4HQpSc\" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<em>Everybody thinks my head\u2019s full a-nothin\u2019<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Wants to put their special stuff in<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Fill the space with candy wrappers<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Leave out sex and revolution<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But there\u2019s no hold in my head <\/em><br \/>\n<em>Too bad.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Her song has given me much comfort over the years\u2014and a powerful defense against many people\u2014both friends and strangers\u2014who seek to fill my head with their \u201c<em>special stuffin\u2019<\/em>.\u201d Most recently it has been about such pseudo-archaeological discoveries as The Lost City of the Monkey God. I never replied to the many emails inviting me to various events (a movie, a TV appearance, a live book signing, and a radio interview) with the author and filmmaker involved in this project, but had I done so, it would have been brief: I don\u2019t believe in God, not the Jewish, nor Christian, nor Monkey. I do resolutely believe in the First Amendment right of all people to believe in any god or gods they want to, and not to bother me with their beliefs. Unfortunately, in Los Angeles especially, everyone seems to insist on their right to waste my time.<\/p>\n<p>Malvina died on March 17, 1978, during Women\u2019s History Month (the month of International Women\u2019s Day, March 8). What better time to celebrate her life as a rebel songwriter, scholar and political activist? She began her journey to the center of the left with a slow but steady stream of songs she kept sending to <strong>Pete Seeger<\/strong> in Beacon, New York\u2014from her home on Parker Street in Berkeley, California. Her first songbook was thus entitled, <em>The Muse from Parker Street<\/em>. Pete\u2019s first responses were not enthusiastic, \u201cOne more weekend painter,\u201d he figured\u2014except she was a songwriter. But the songs kept coming and her persistence paid off. It finally dawned on Pete that his reactions were saturated with male chauvinism\u2014she was a female <strong>Woody Guthrie<\/strong>, sending him enough songs to fill a book. He started publishing them in <em>People\u2019s Songs<\/em>, his little periodical that predated <em>Sing Out!<\/em> Then <strong>Harry Belafonte<\/strong> began to notice her, and decided to record one of them\u2014it was her classic song of parental bereavement at not noticing that your child had grown up before your eyes: <em>Turn Around<\/em>. Before she knew it, she was sitting on a hit\u2014the <strong>Limelighters<\/strong> then recorded it and she was off and running. A few years later Pete found one that suited him, and her paean to nonconformity, <em>Little Boxes<\/em>, became one of the signature songs of the decade of social change.<br \/>\nTurn Around \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Little Boxes<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/W0ws8XWOjRY \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe> <iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2_2lGkEU4Xs \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>All the while she was making her own records as well\u2014on Pete\u2019s label Columbia Records. They weren\u2019t necessarily hits, but they fed the folk singers of the time with the best and most pointed topical songs they could find\u2014right up there with <strong>Phil Ochs<\/strong> and <strong>Tom Paxton<\/strong> and the early <strong>Bob Dylan<\/strong>\u2014before he stopped writing \u201cfinger-pointing songs.\u201d Malvina kept on pointing her finger\u2014at injustice and the Ku Klux Klan (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qIF5wJgXagc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>The Battle of Maxton Field<\/em><\/a>), at nuclear testing and environmental depredation (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=DramVG4AL2c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>What Have They Done to the Rain?<\/em><\/a>), at war (<a href=\"http:\/\/people.wku.edu\/charles.smith\/MALVINA\/mr152.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>A Brief History of Warfare<\/em><\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=vp6d0rBik10\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>We Hate To See Them Go<\/em><\/a>), and at the atrocities of industrial capitalism (<a href=\"http:\/\/people.wku.edu\/charles.smith\/MALVINA\/mr060.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>I Cannot Sleep<\/em><\/a>). But like Woody she also wrote children\u2019s songs (the acutely observed <a href=\"http:\/\/people.wku.edu\/charles.smith\/MALVINA\/mr193.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>You Can\u2019t Make a Turtle Come Out<\/em><\/a>) and lullabies (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=XXy-D4YuIjo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>Morningtown Ride<\/em><\/a>) and very much unlike Woody\u2014whose heroic autobiography <em>Bound for Glory<\/em> celebrated himself every bit as much as Whitman\u2019s <em>Song of Myself<\/em>\u2014Malvina became the voice of the anti-hero, the disinherited and the disenfranchised who refused to give up (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=MJ60n_-BK6Q\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>I Don\u2019t Mind Failing In this World<\/em><\/a>). Malvina Reynolds was the champion of the underdog who discovered her own heroes in the most unlikely of places: <em>The Little Mouse<\/em> and <em>The Little Red Hen<\/em>. What a refreshing voice she was! Never self-aggrandizing, and rarely gloomy, she looked at the world through her own eyes and as <em>Winston Churchill<\/em> said, \u201c<em>When you\u2019re going through hell, keep going<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her very personal secular religion was a powerful tonic to the bromides of the self-congratulatory major faiths:<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2U-vPaIPlqo\" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<em>On Monday I think I\u2019m a sinner<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On Tuesday I think I\u2019m a saint<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On Wednesday I don\u2019t know what I may be<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But I know that a saint I ain\u2019t:<\/em><br \/>\n<em>(Chorus)<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Somewhere between the good and the evil,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Somewhere between the right and the wrong,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Somewhere between the kind and the mean,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Somewhere between is where I belong.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She accepted her fallen condition without bemoaning her fate. And to those who thought they had hit bottom\u2014such as my anonymous comrades in a well-known 12-step program\u2014she was a constant reminder that <em>There\u2019s a Bottom Below<\/em>.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/boyiqeyFwQ8\" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Unlike her fellow folk celebrities <strong>Joan Baez<\/strong> and <strong>Judy Collins<\/strong> she had no advantages from either her looks, her voice, or her youth. Since she didn\u2019t become even modestly successful until she had turned 60 (having been born\u2014like Louis Armstrong\u2014at the turn of the Century in 1900) she welcomed her role in the nickname her fans bestowed on her: The Singing Grandmother. It gave her a kind of freedom that many other performers didn\u2019t have\u2014she had no grandiosity or show business role to fulfill\u2014her only hallmark was the power of her songs and the sheer brilliance of what she had to say. Her always surprising perspectives shone new light on the well-traveled roads from which she departed\u2014she wrote a beautiful song about the earth as seen from outer space, marveling at how small we are in comparison to the universe. <a href=\"http:\/\/people.wku.edu\/charles.smith\/MALVINA\/mr049.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>From Way Up Here<\/em><\/a>, the earth was in good company in Malvina\u2019s song\u2014just like her <em>Little Red Hen<\/em> and <em>Little Mouse<\/em> and her children\u2019s songs\u2014it inspired a new kind of affection from its very lack of imposing size\u2014a perfect antidote to mankind\u2019s hubris.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/yQGw5lArivE \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe> <iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iJGnSMc32u8 \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>From a popular women\u2019s magazine of the 1950\u2019s she pulled together this gem: <em>\u201cIt says in Coronet Magazine, June, 1956, page 10, that married women are not as happy as women who have no men \/ married women are cranky, frustrated and disgusted \/ While single women are happy and free \/ creative and well-adjusted.\u201d \u201cWe Don\u2019t Need the Men \/ Oh we don\u2019t need the men \/ We don\u2019t need to have them round \/ Except for now and then \/ They can come to see us \/ When they\u2019re all dressed up with a suit on \/ Otherwise they can stay at home and read about the Dodgers\u2014We don\u2019t care about them \/ We can live without them\u201d<\/em>\u2014and then she steps outside her own feminist critique\u2014<em>\u201cBut they look cute in a bathing suit on a billboard in Manhattan!\u201d<\/em> That is quintessential Malvina\u2014creating a dialogue from the dialectic of her own experience, always making a point that is more complex than the usual social observations of mass culture\u2014even when she uses mass culture to articulate it. She was a wife and mother (whose daughter <strong>Nancy Schimmel<\/strong> is a songwriter and performer in her own right), as well as a feminist and social critic\u2014and found a perspective that embraced them all. Once again, she always saw with her own eyes. But like a great dramatist she could inhabit many voices: Her love song to her husband William \u201cBud\u201d Reynolds, a carpenter and labor organizer whom she married in 1934, embodies his own working class voice, declaring: <em>Bury Me in My Overalls<\/em>.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MbadJPsDqbc \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I have sung her children\u2019s song <em>Magic Penny<\/em> at more fundraisers than I can count; in typical Malvina style she lets the smallest unit of currency carry the ball for the much larger sums we hope to raise: <em>\u201cLove is something if you give it away \/ give it away \/ give it away \/ give it away \/ Love is something if you give it away \/ You\u2019ll end up having more.\u201d<\/em><br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/FB5Z_30xSe8 \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Malvina Reynolds was a rebel with a cause, and created the best known anthem for civil disobedience we may ever see; Pete Seeger included it in his legendary 1963 Carnegie Hall concert that Columbia Records released as <em>We Shall Overcome<\/em>: <em>It Isn\u2019t Nice<\/em>:<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2lWkV2QpgQo \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<em>It isn\u2019t nice to block the doorways<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It isn\u2019t nice to go to jail<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There are nicer ways to do it<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But the nice ways always fail<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It isn\u2019t nice \/ It isn\u2019t nice<\/em><br \/>\n<em>You told us once<\/em><br \/>\n<em>You told us twice<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But if that is freedom\u2019s price<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We don\u2019t mind<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2014and here she riffs into an extended jazz vocal solo:<br \/>\n<em>We don\u2019t mi\u2026i\u2026i\u2026i\u2026i\u2026i\u2026i\u2026no\u2026no, no, no\u2026we don\u2019t mind\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So to anyone out there whose ears are bombarded with unwelcome advice and predatory gurus new and old, who wants to listen with their own ears and see with their own eyes, I leave you with the last verse of Malvina\u2019s great song of Emersonian self-reliance, <em>No Hole In My Head<\/em>: <em>\u201cSo please stop shouting in my ear \/ There\u2019s something I want to listen to \/ There\u2019s a kind of birdsong up somewhere \/ There\u2019s feet walking the way I mean to go \/ And there\u2019s no hole in my head \/ Too bad\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So how would this quintessential leftwing populist topical songwriter stand up in this new age of right wing and alt-right \u201cpopulism\u201d? We don\u2019t have to wonder, or speculate; Malvina has already spoken, and she is no less relevant today than in 1974, when she added her voice to the chorus of students fifty years her junior: <em>\u201cThey\u2019ve got the world in their pocket \/ pocket, pocket, pocket \/ They\u2019re got the world in their pocket \/ And they\u2019re up there in control \/ They\u2019ve got the world in their pocket \/ They can shake it they can rock it \/ They can kick it for a goal \/ They\u2019ve got the world in their pocket \/ But their pocket\u2019s got a hole.\u201d<\/em><br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/FJRcs5XuwGs \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Malvina Reynolds was old when I was young, and now that other post-sixties radicals are (lucky if we are) old, she remains forever young. And as she wrote in one of her earliest songs,<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KxtYhLzlvJw \" width=\"250\" height=\"141\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<em>Sing along! Sing along!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And just sing la la la la la if you don\u2019t know the song<\/em><br \/>\n<em>You\u2019ll quickly learn the music, you\u2019ll find yourself a word<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Cause when we sing together we\u2019ll be heard.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/MalvinaReynolds-SongInMyPocket.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"189\" height=\"300\" \/>This sure-fire set opener was printed in 1954, in Malvina\u2019s very first charming, rare song pamphlet, which I got as a gift from my fellow folk singer and old leftist Lenny Potash: <em>Song In My Pocket<\/em>, published by the California Labor School in San Francisco. It\u2019s a pamphlet much like <strong>Tom Paine<\/strong> published in 1776\u2014<em>Common Sense and The Crisis<\/em>\u2014where he wrote the immortal line,\u201c<em>These Are the Times That Try Men\u2019s Souls<\/em>.\u201d We are living in times like these again, where a songwriter like Malvina Reynolds could inspire a whole new generation to stand up, speak out and sing truth to power.<\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately we\u2019ll never hear what Malvina might have sung about our new \u201c<em>all power corrupts but absolute power corrupts absolutely<\/em>\u201d President\u2014but she would have written the most razor-sharp song out there. And in her absence, how can we keep from singing?<\/p>\n<p><em>[Editor\u2019s note: readers may be interested in a 2016 article in the OC Weekly about Malvina\u2019s time in Southern California: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ocweekly.com\/music\/the-life-and-times-of-malvina-reynolds-long-beachs-most-legendary-and-hated-folk-singer-7474438\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Life and Times of Malvina Reynolds, Long Beach&#8217;s Most Legendary (and Hated) Folk Singer<\/a>.<br \/>\nAlso <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=BvOscTN_354\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Love It Like a Fool<\/a>: a 1977 doc film on folksinger Malvina Reynolds.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Ross Altman has a Ph.D. in English. Before becoming a full-time folk singer he taught college English and Speech. He now sings around California for libraries, unions, schools, political groups and folk festivals. You can reach Ross at <a href=\"mailto:Greygoosemusic@aol.com\">Greygoosemusic@aol.com<\/a>. <a href=\"https:\/\/folkworks.org\/columns\/how-can-i-keep-from-talking-ross-altman\/all-columns-by-ross-altman\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">All Columns by Ross Altman<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reprinted with permission from FolkWorks March-April 2017 Mildred: What&#8217;re you rebelling against, Johnny? Johnny: Whaddya got? ~ Marlon Brando in \u201cThe Wild One\u201d, 1953 \u00a0Marlon Brando\u2019s reply to Mildred\u2019s question suits Malvina Reynolds to a T: but unlike Johnny in The Wild One, Singer-songwriter Malvina Reynolds (August 23, 1900\u2014March 17, 1978) was a learned rebel. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/2017\/07\/25\/whatre-you-rebelling-against-malvina-by-ross-altman-ph-d\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;What\u2019re You Rebelling Against, Malvina? by Ross Altman, Ph.D.&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7,3],"tags":[38,35,36,37],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/821"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=821"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":883,"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/821\/revisions\/883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pnwfolklore.org\/wp-nwhoot\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}