Robert S. Koppelman (editor), "Sing
Out, Warning! Sing Out, Love!" The Writings of Lee Hays (University
of Massachusetts Press, 2004)
You all recall Mister Lee Hays: the bass singer from The Weavers.
He was last seen in the Weavers reunion film Wasn't
That a Time. He passed away shortly thereafter. Robert S. Koppelman,
assistant professor of English at Broward Community College and a banjo player
and singer, has gathered together a rich collection of Hays's writings. With
these writings, and a Weavers' album, Lee Hays will live on. His spirit is tangible
on these pages. As rough and tumble, as gentle, as opinionated and as caring
as he appeared in life . . . so too is he in written form.
For the most part, Koppelman has arranged things chronologically. He begins
by providing a biographical introduction which places Hays squarely in the left-wing
of American culture. That's good, since it's where most folk-singers find themselves.
The Foreword, written by Pete Seeger, is affectionate and funny. Seeger notes,
"I used to think Lee was just cantankerous. Now I think he was some kind
of genius." Koppelman attempts to prove this — and with a body of work
such as Hays provided, it's not that daunting a task.
"Lee Hays was the very large man with the deep bass voice and wry sense
of humor who performed from 1948 through 1964 with the Weavers, the first progressive
urban group to popularize folk-style songs..." They lived through, and
had their careers affected by the anti-communist black-list, and they set examples
for folk groups to follow. Imagine Peter, Paul & Mary or the Kingston Trio
without the Weavers. It's impossible. Koppelman has an abiding love and respect
for Hays, and as you read you understand why.
Part One: the Times includes three sections of writings. "The 1930s:
Early Years in the South, Awakening to Left-wing Culture, Organizing the Rural
Southern Poor," "The 1940s: Beginnings of a Performing Career, New
York, the Almanac Singers, People's Songs, the Peekskill Riot, and the Formation
of the Weavers," and "The 1950s: The Weavers, Pop Charts to Blacklist."
These sub-titles pretty much describe the content and context of the writings
included therein. They are short editorial articles, longer reminiscences, descriptions
of events and people whom Hays knew. His writing is lively, chatty and entertaining.
It is never stuffy or holier-than-thou, even when he is desperately trying to
make a point.
The early articles find him developing his style, and by the 40s he's pretty
much got it locked up. Whether telling stories about the development of a folk-song,
or providing newsy little biographies of Claude Williams, or telling about the
Peekskill riot, he is fascinating to "listen" to. It's like the tales
my grandpa used to tell about the depression, and his baseball career . . . chatty,
warm, and involving. His articles about the Folk Music Revival . . . yep, there
was a revival back then too . . . are must-reads, and his remembrances of Woody,
definitive.
Koppelman concludes the collection with a section called "Some Literary
Experiments." These include a couple of stories originally published in
Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine which are kinder and gentler approaches to the
mystery genre. Still compelling. Hays was, as Seeger described him, "some
kind of genius." He was also a gardener. And let this poem, sent to Seeger's
wife the year before Hays died, be his epitaph . . .
If I should die before I wake
All my bone and sinew take.
Put me in the compost pile
To decompose me for a while.
Worms, water, sun will have their way
Returning me to common clay.
All that I am will feed the trees
and little fishies in the seas.
When radishes and corn you munch
You may be having me for lunch.
And then excrete me with a grin
Chortling, there goes Lee again.
(After a pause) 'Twill be my happiest destiny
To die and live eternally.
