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Subject: Obit: FRED GEIS From: Art Thieme Date: 05 Feb 09 - 09:43 PM I've just been told that Fred Geis died---last month -- in California---although he had lived in Colorado for the last decade or so. I knew Fred in the early 1960s Chicago folk scene. He was one of us whose lifestyle tended toward emulating Woody and Cisco and the adventurer/folksinger/traveler/wanderer song-magnet treasure-hunter who traversed the USA from shore to shore and back again back then. -- And Fred was a writer of a few of those songs. Fred was the kind of songwriter who put pebbles in his work boots so he might manufacture the pain that, he figured, would allow him to write songs like Mr. Guthrie and Joe Hill did. Three or four (or five) of the songs by Fred Geis came close. One song, as done by the original Kingston Trio, even made it to number one on the charts before it was discovered that the tune was dually ripped off from both and aria from Gounod's Faust and a musical of early Israel called "Land Of Milk And Honey". The song, titled "I'm Going Home" was pulled from the record stores and rarely spoken about again. BUT I found it on a live CD by the K.T. about a year ago. (It sounds like a bootleg!) Fred Geis made some recordings in the middle of the floor of my old coach house in Chicago's Old Town neighborhood in 1963. About 2 years ago I was able to put those taped songs onto a CD. Aside from having lost some fidelity on the original reel-to-reel tapes due to ageing, as well as having survived the transferring to a cassette 20 or so years later, I think they still sound pretty good---or at least O.K. Put Fred Geis into a DT or Forum search and you will, undoubtedly, find other things I've posted about Fred Geis and/or his music. I will strive to come back to this thread and post some of his songs. To paraphrase an old coal mining song called "Only A Miner" : He was only a folksinger---and one more is gone, Only a folksinger now deep in ground..." And tonight I'm thinking about him. Art Thieme |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS From: Stilly River Sage Date: 05 Feb 09 - 10:35 PM Thanks for posting this Art, and for including the insights about his art. SRS |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS From: Joe Offer Date: 05 Feb 09 - 11:11 PM A few excerpts from posts from Art:
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Joe Offer Date: 05 Feb 09 - 11:28 PM I found this brief obituary at KDNK Carbondale (Colorado) Community Access Radio:
Born and raised in the Central Valley of California, as a young man Fred spent time in various folksinger circles around the country, including Greenwich Village, Chicago and Denver. At one point he was included on a compilation of upcoming folk artists which included a very young Bob Dylan. Fred composed a tune called "I'm Going Home," which was recorded by the Kingston Trio in the early 1960's. He also wrote "A Lament for Brendan Behan" which was recorded by the Clancy Brothers. Fred moved to Aspen in the mid 70's and by 1987 he had created the Celtic Thunder Show here on KDNK which has survived several permutations since then. Around the turn of the century Fred relocated to California. But he spent his last year in Canon City so he could be closer to his beloved Dormition Skete Orthodox community near Buena Vista, which is where he was laid to rest February 4. Join us in remembering Fred, and saluting him. © 2007 Carbondale Community Access Radio |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: katlaughing Date: 06 Feb 09 - 12:12 AM Thanks, Art and Joe. Art, sorry for the loss of one more of your dear and good friends. What you have posted about him is meaningful and priceless. Thank you, again, my friend. luvyakat |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: GUEST,Ken Brock Date: 06 Feb 09 - 08:06 AM btw MILK AND HONEY was an early musical by Jerry Herman, who a few years later wrote HELLO DOLLY and MAME, and later MACK AND MABEL, DEAR WORLD, LA CAGE AUX FOLLES and others. |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 06 Feb 09 - 08:44 PM Thanks, Joe, and all who fleshed out my long ago memories of Fred. All of the 'new' insights are welcomed and help me to see the man Mr. Geis became. I'm glad others recall him with affection. And I wish I'd known him better. Art |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: GUEST,Greg Paul Date: 07 Feb 09 - 12:02 AM I worked with Fred in the late 80's and 90's at the Roaring Fork Transit system in Aspen as bus drivers. He had a unique view of life and had high standards to be met by those who would be friends. By the time I knew him he was quit a bit toned down from his earlier years, as I understand them, but still had that wild rascal side. He was a large (300lbs.) person physically and intellectually, tho last I saw him he had lost weight. He sang a ditty at my/our wedding with his booming celtic voice. I wished I had known he was still so close so we could have visited. |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: GUEST,Tom Nelligan Date: 07 Feb 09 - 10:27 AM I well remember the Kingston Trio's version of "I'm Going Home". But why the big flap about the borrowed melody? Dylan launched his career that way, and it's hardly contrary to the folk process. |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: GUEST,BLUE SUSAN Date: 08 Feb 09 - 12:35 PM Blue Susan was the name Fred chose for me when we became friends in Aspen while driving Buses for the Roaring Fork Transportation Authority. We would join each other between driving runs and sing our songs accopella to each other. By this time Fred was mostly singing Irish Ballads. I would sing my love songs, asking him to critique the writing and performance. He would never critique, he would just rave about it. He wrote lyrics for "Blue Susan" and I have them stashed away somewhere, and will try hard to find them to complete his song to me. Fred' health was greatly affected by his weight during this time. He became quite ill, and during his recovery he lost 100 pounds. He had left the bus company and it wasn't until he came to my wedding that all his friends saw his weight loss and return to health. He sang an Irish Folk Song during the reception, and during the wedding he spoke loving words to us, especially regarding his joy at seeing what a special man my groom was. They had known each other a long time but had never really seen each others fine qualities until witnessed through my love for each of them. Before Fred left Colorado he competed in a state wide competition of Celtic singing in Estes Park, during their Summer festival and won! Good for you Fred. You were a unique, gifted and loving person. We lost touch after Fred moved to California. The Christmas Letters came back undeliverable and I was saddened, knowing that Fred's health was continuing to fail. I always hoped to see him, and sing to him again. I was happy that he found his inner peace through his religion. It cheers me to know he was with fellow faithful during the end of his life. Thank you Art for allowing Fred's friends to share our memories of him with each other through this medium. |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 08 Feb 09 - 04:22 PM Here is Fred Geis' song "BOLD BRENDAN" --- a lament For Brendan Behan (sung unaccompanied) This was recorded on a Clancy Brothers LP for Columbia Records as sung by Liam Clancy: Word Has come from Dublin City, Word has come to our town, Word has come from Dublin city, They tell me bold Brendan is dead. He died, 'tis said, in Dublin city, In a cold white hospital bed, And tonight he sleeps with the earth as his pillow, They tell me bold Brendan is dead. Born in '23 in a slum in north Dublin, With a tenement over his head, Born with a spirit his flesh could not contain, They tell me bold Brendan is dead. The cold cobbled streets are cloudy and gray, The Liffey flows slow on it's way, In the Georgian tenements the children hush their singing, They know that bold Brendan is dead. Five long years he spent in a borstal For a ruckus in 1941, And many bold _____ he saw after that, Yet they tell me bold Brendan is dead. No stranger to the class he fought all his life, No stranger to the glass in his hand, No stranger to life -- he lived right enough, And they tell ma bold Brendan is dead. Oh, Ireland has lost it's sweet angry singer, No longer his poems of fine design Will ring out in Gaelic and resound down the lane, For, alas, bold Brendan is dead! |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 08 Feb 09 - 04:52 PM ...and here is the song Lord Of The Land that Fred Geis wrote in 1963 ---- right after John F. Kennedy was assassinated. The last verse was added a short time later, after Jack Ruby killed Lee Harvey Oswald. Fred backed himself up on banjo. He made these tapes of his songs in my coach house at 1844 Cleveland in Chicago. Fred called this "a non-specific ballad about the killing." (Some songs were taped in 1964.) From a 1964 tape we made of Fred. Where is the master of the house? Where is the lord of the land? He's gone to sleep with his youngest son, Gone to another land. Where is the wife of the lord or the land? What of his kindred and keep? His mourning wife sails on a bonny great ship, Over the ocean and deep. Where is the brother of the lord of the land? What sins does he repent? He lies and he cries in the arms of his love And his sorrows his wounds do all rent. What of the people who lived in the town? What of the crofters and fens? There's crying in the villages and weeping in the towns, Their lamenting is heard in the glens. What of the slayer whose arrow did quick To kill the lord of the land? He lies in a cell and he ponders his fate, He knows not what sprang from his hand. All the leaves on the trees are dying and dead, The flowers are dead on the heath, The lord of the land lies dead in his grave, The slayer lies dead at his feet. Art Thieme |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 08 Feb 09 - 05:30 PM SAN JUAQUIN BLUES by Fred Geis -- written in summer of 1960 in Berkeley, California when he was working with migrant labor issues for San Joaquin County. The tune is close to Woody Guthrie's "1913 Massacre." I sang this song for over 30 years. Take a trip with me to the old San Joaquin, The people out there are exceedingly mean, They'll take you and work you while telling you lies, And anxiously await your hard work's demise, And it's hard times. The Baron of Mandeville Island's the same, He'll take you and work you and not know your name, On civic committees he's the head of them all, But when he gets home, he's a regular outlaw, And it's hard times. And he's not the only outlaw I know, There's plenty of others---I'm telling you so, The labor contractors--they're the worst that we've got, When bleeding the migrant he grins at their lot, And it's hard times. We top those white jumbos for a dollar a day, This is no story, for it's piecework I say, You fill up a gunny for seventeen cents, And when you get home you can't pay your board, And it's hard times. Well, it's in-between orchard crops this time of year, The cherries are gone----and the peaches aren't here, The apricots burst from hot weather I know, It's stoop labor we deem with a short-handled hoe, And it's hard times. So I left that hot valley and went down to the town, I looked all my friends up and they showed me around, But now they do use me, and it's soon I must go, To look up and down that King Island row, And it's hard times. So kind friends and relations have patience I pray, And work in this struggle in your own quiet way, For foxes have holes--and birds have their nests, But the weary old migrant has no place to rest, And it's hard times. Art Thieme |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 08 Feb 09 - 06:18 PM Here is Fred Geis' song called Pony Jack Daniels. He wrote it in 1963. It is mainly fictional. It is a grand ballad I always thought. For some reason, I put off learning this one---and never did. Some of the phraseology seemed a bit forced and just to make a rhyme to me--not conversational. I had me a pony, Jack Daniels by name, I rode him on the mountain, I rode him on the plain, I rode him in the forest underneath those big trees, He was quick as quicksilver, and swift as the breeze. I looked for a job in Balbury town, I got one widening bridges to Pecos and around, I worked for a contractor--Jack Freeland by name, He took every penny I had to my name. Jack Freeland walked up and said, "Can you tie steel?" I said, "Hand me a twister and I'll show you for real!" I tied me more steel that whole country around, I put up every rod girder in this living town. I tied those rod girders all down the work line, The concrete man said they were true strong and fine, I handed them hammers, I handed them saws, I was the best carpenter's helper that town ever saw. Those pilings and concrete forms went up so fine, I thought I'd collect and hit Stockton on time, But the winds and those flash-floods I did not foresee, And that west Texas water was near death to me. I got caught on a piling in the midst of a stream, I let out a cry, I let out a scream, Well, who did I see moving fast to my side But Pony Jack Daniels--he looked like a bride. He had on his saddle, black blanket and all, Onto his back I straightway did fall, I had hold of his neck--I let loose of his reigns, He commenced to propel me like a silver ______ train. Now, some owe their life to their honor and fame, And some owe their life to their own precious name, But I owe my life to no lord and no dame, I owe it to Pony Jack Daniels by name. |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 08 Feb 09 - 06:54 PM Here's Fred's song he called "GOING HOME. This is as he sang it for me. The K.T. changed some parts of it. They made a chorus of sorts out of the verse starting with "California Could Not Hold Me." Also, I seem to remember that the mention of the "boxcar" was removed too. Go figure. Well, no matter where I wander, I know I'll always find a welcome, At the end of every journey There are people always waiting. California could not hold me, Though I loved her timber mountains, I saw her fields and I saw her orchards, Up and down her Central Valley. I have ridden open boxcars, Through the golden Utah valleys, Saw the rivers, watched it's gliding, Waved my hands to friendly people. Those that know me call me a drifter, They don't know I'll stop my ramblin' They don't know that some day, somewhere Somebody's gonna make me settle down I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home! Well, no matter where I wander I know I'll always find a welcome, At the end of every journey There are people always waiting. |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: Art Thieme Date: 02 Mar 09 - 12:08 AM refresh for an old friend of Fred's who missed this. Art |
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Subject: RE: Obit: FRED GEIS (January, 2009) From: GUEST,His Friends Ron and Pam with our feline, Pub Date: 16 Jun 09 - 10:44 PM Our friend and yours and the many had more than our opportunity to meet and greet Fred who resided in Willits, Mendocino County, California for many years before he returned to his beloved Colorado...He was a poet among us with music in his voice and in his hands with the piano and the 3 string banjo...Yes, I am not a musician but we shared many hours, days, weeks, and months discussing anything...Fred also loved to read the thicker books...He loved nature and had a quick comment to make most of the time...We will miss him but his memories with us are his and our life...With Peace, Health, and Harmony: be balanced...be thankful...and most importantly be Whee...And, with love which we all must have, too...We do miss you, my friend... |