"The Power of Song"

A few weeks ago, I was browsing the Calendar section in the LA Times and came across a review of "The Power of Song" which was a movie about Pete Seeger. I vaguely remember it running in the theaters, but didn't pay much attention - I really don't pay much attention to movies these days, which is good in some ways, but I probably miss some good stuff too.

Anyway, it was going to be broadcast on KCET, so I actually made a note on my calendar, and Dad and I sat down and watched it. We taped it even, because Noah wanted to watch it too. It was great! Dad and I were sitting there, so impressed with a man we knew something about
but certainly didn't know everything about - even if we are children of the 60's!

(For one thing, he finally achieved a modicum of fame in the 50's with the Weavers - they had songs on the Hit Parade and everything - and then he quit - because they were doing a cigarette commercial. The Weavers told him, "We need the money." And Pete Seeger said, "Not that much!")

But once again I digress, as I am wont to do, and I'm missing the point of this post.

The point is, Pete Seeger represents a time and a place and some key individuals in my past that have shaped me over the years - and I'm just now realizing all of this.

I spent a fruitless half hour looking for a photo that I know I have, but I can't put my hands on it. It's not a particularly good photo - as most of my old photos are not - but it's the only one I have of John Johnson, a young man I met my freshman year in college. I have no idea where he is now - and with a name like John Johnson, it might be hard to find him - and be sure you have the right one!!

Let me back up. My freshman year in college, I lived with my high school friend Joy - and 4 other girls I had not met until then. One of them, Marlene Carpenter, was from SoCal too. And she had a friend named Curtis Clayton - no relation - at least no direct relation - but we were fond of telling people alternately that we were siblings, married, cousins, or even total strangers!

(And Marlene and I were fond of telling people we were fraternal twins. In those days, everything at BYU was done alphabetically, so we were always together, we were both blond, both from SoCal, and we thought it relieved the boredom of all the lines we were compelled to stand in!!) (In which we were compelled to stand??)

Anyway, Marlene had a younger brother who was very close in age to her and Curtis and her brother were close friends, so Curtis hung out with us a lot. He lived in Stover Hall I think. And he became friendly with a boy on his floor named John Johnson, so John Johnson hung out with us a lot too.

John was from the East Coast - actually I think he was from Northern Virginia, but he liked to say East Coast, with emphasis!! And we thought he was terribly East Coast - in a good way! He wore pressed chinos, blue oxford cloth shirts open at the collar, and highly polished Bass Weejuns without socks!!

He was kind of short, and had a complexion problem, but he was clever, witty, smart, a great conversationalist - and he could dance! (I groan now to think that his height and complexion problem were even an issue, but we were only 18 years old - and not very savvy!)

Let me explain about The Cannon Center Stomps which were held on Saturday nights. We spent all day Saturday getting ready so we would look absolutely fetching for these weekly events. (So we could go into the semi-darkness and get hot and sweaty dancing our heads off!)

And it wasn't like today's studied casual look - we wore skirts and sweaters and button down shirts and hose and cute shoes. And we had to rat and tease our hair into stylish bouffants to boot!

It was at the Cannon Center Stomps that I first heard the Beatles - and "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" - which is a really great tune for "stomping" BTW.

I loved dancing with John - and he would gallantly dance with all of us - and taught us some great moves too.

But John taught me much more - about music. He was very into folk music and knew all the greats - and except for Bob Dylan, I'd never heard of any of them. We would go up to the listening center on the 5th floor of the library and he'd tell me all about the songs and the artists.

I'm not sure I understood all the politics - but I loved the songs and the singers. And the love of those songs has continued - albeit at a somewhat subliminal level at times.

And listening to Pete Seeger "brought it all back" as they say. So I ordered the CD of his 1963 Carnegie Hall concert and have been playing it pretty much non-stop - all Terrill family members know of my predilection for listening to something I like over and over and over and over - and not getting tired of it. (I'm the same way about hard boiled eggs and light bulb cookies - I never get tired of them either!!)

The most interesting thing to me is that now, after 40 years, I know so much more about the songs - and am amazed that a young kid like John Johnson was that aware at age 18. It's taken me a lifetime of living through the Vietnam War, the peace marches, the Civil Rights movement, reading books and seeing movies and just living to figure a lot of it out.

In my sophomore year, I had a History class with John - and another friend of his, D. Todd Christopherson, who you may recognize as a general authority. (Todd went with me to a Preference Ball that year, so I like to say that I've dated a General Authority!) The three of us sat at the back and talked a lot - it was a European history class full of History majors headed for Law School - Todd included - but we weren't real focused on the class.

And all of this, with nary a photo to document any of it, because I watched a documentary on Pete Seeger - called "The Power of Song" - and I highly recommend it to any and all of you!