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On A Carousel (Sulla Giostra)

Sometimes you are a sunset tender. Sometimes your eyes reflect the sea light of chestnut and jade. Sometimes you are the golden eagle with the wild in his eyes; all fire and passion in the gardens of Aranjuez. Qualche volta, GianRomeo, sei un briccone! Qualche volta ti vedo la gioia e il dolore di fama. Sometimes you feel like a long-lost friend. And, sometimes an embrace of someone who passed this way.

We simply adore you. In that way you share your dreams, hopes, wants, aches and the wonders of travels with so many thousands curious to know just for a moment of you. Didn’t I hear someone say, that when I saw Gianluca, I had him close once more, I touched your hair, there was an echo. I wonder if he haunts me still. Not again will I hold my dearest near to me. But, for a moment, I could dream he was no longer my shadow.

But, you have bewitched me. I feel your warmth in the mystique of your voice, sensual and purring the ear in a romantic baritone. You were the friend, the brother, the son I could have known. Every time I thought I lost the dream, I heard you and became as I was. I was whole, I was content, and I was sunrise.

Gianluca born under the sunrise of a snow moon in the wee town of Montepagano. D’Abruzzo, the blue of the sea, the white of the snow peaked mountains and the green of the fertile foothills in between. So far from home, that old place of mulberry and olive groves reaching to the sea. Now you ride a carousel, sometimes I am in that dream with thee.

Baronissimo: Live Free Be Free (Vive Libera Sii Libera)

Piero is a kettle of popping corn brimming over delicious with butter and a sprinkle of cayenne. Alla salute!

Piero is the pop of the champagne cork, a double dip of spicy mustard, and the apple of Maria Grazia’s eye. Mia carissima sorellina!

Piero is silky and mysterious, born under a crescent strawberry moon. A Thursday’s child and still has far to go. He is all handsome with hair raven’s wing black. So quick with a wink and whistle to the parade of ingénue. Che un civettuolo!

Piero of stage is air guitar and drum, rowdy and ready to dazzle. He is all fluff and fuss. All gentle and sweet with i bambini.

But all that nimble and quick becomes somber and brilliant in song. He is all honey and heart. A dolphin wheeling a wave the sea: Vive libera; Sii libera

The Piero of song is at once tenderness, blessedness and poise. His voice swells as the choral of a great song bird soaring up the canyon filling the walls well enough to reach the Aeolian Islands off the shores of his beloved Sicily. He is the zephyr wind, the messenger from another age, the beauty of the Great Song born from the dust where the goddess once did play. Don’t they pause when they hear him ring out Non Puede Ser.

He is old; he is new. He is love. He is true. Adoro te! Il mio piccioncino!

Mike + Ruthy at Eagle Hill, Hardwick MA

December 7, 2013

The Center at Eagle Hill, Hardwick MA

VENUE

The Center at Eagle Hill theater is five years young and a warm, comfortable environment for fans. The town of Hardwick is located mid-State west along the Ware River in the vicinity of the Quabbin Reservoir.  Hardwick is a classic New England village that harkens back to the Robert Frost poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Driving along passed the rustic meadows and forests, deep in the heart of the independent spirit of the Minutemen of old it is as scenic a venue for folk artistry  that could be conjured. The people of Hardwick have a typically hearty character similar to the miles of field stone walls leading to the center. A moss-covered weathered patina of old Yankee who’s respect must be earned. There is no mortar required, only a foundation strong, self-supporting and here forever. As an area resident, with ease I can boast of the Hardwick Winery, local cheeses and fresh meats, Rose 32 Café and the best Sunday farmer’s market for miles.

PERFORMANCE

Mike + Ruthy have impressive roots in the folk music family with personal ties to one of the most influential performers of the genre. From their press release, “Mike + Ruthy have been friends and collaborators with the Guthrie family for many years… Their band The Mammals enjoyed a six month stint opening for and backing up Arlo Guthrie during his “40th Anniversary of Alice’s Restaurant” tour which culminated at New York’s Carnegie Hall.” For those unfamiliar with Arlo Guthrie, he is the son of the late Woody Guthrie who is the wellspring from which have been baptized Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, John Mellencamp and many more. There are few artists more revered and identified with American folk music than Woody Guthrie.

Ruth Ungar’s voice is complex with a broad vocal range that is winsome, bluesy and capable of dramatic emotional shifts that reach the listener and creates tension in its sincerity. She is the daughter of Jay Ungar and Lyn Hardy. Jay Ungar is a premier fiddler and composer. Jay’s most identifiable work may be the Ashokan Farewell. The Ken Burns documentary, The Civil War, played this soulful air as the signature musical piece for the program.

Mike Merenda is a quiet, gentle tenor with an Arlo twang in his voice. He is a songwriter who draws inspiration from the reflection in the small moments of the day that build a memory of a life well spent. He is at first a superb musician with a tendency to add percussion in a foot stomp at just the right moment. Mike’s heart is in his eyes for Ruthy a subtle, emotional, gentle awareness.

Together, they represent the modern generation of American Acoustic Folk Music. They are excellent musicians playing fiddle, banjo, guitar and harmonica. Their songwriting is largely autobiographical drawing on things as they are. The audience was well pleased with the performance as evident of the brisk sales of CD’s and even LP’s of their material.

Mike + Ruthy keep up a banter between themselves and the audience throughout the performance. It was as if we are old friends they are sure to have met before and now becoming reacquainted by sharing stories of the road, parenthood and music. The encore brought their pride and joy, son Wiley, center stage. At five years old, he was able to find the tune once he got the harmonica to play and jumped right in to the song. I walked away with a sense of being well-entertained by serious artists. If this was dessert, we were served warm, deep dish apple pie with mascarpone cheese and hot cider. Well done to all!

Play List (partial)

Bright As You Can

Oh Mama

Hang Me O Hang Me

1952 Vincent Black Lightening

The Ghost of Richard Manuel