Farewell Pete Seeger (3 May 1919 – 27 January 2014), from Pete Frame

SeegerI was 21 years old when I saw Pete Seeger at the Royal Festival Hall on the South Bank of the Thames in London. Saturday 29 February 1964. It was the most inspirational concert I had ever attended. The core of his programme was the same as that preserved on the album ‘We Shall Overcome’, recorded live at Carnegie Hall, just over eight months earlier – old songs, traditional songs, Woody Guthrie songs, a selection of the best new contemporary songs by Bob Dylan and Tom Paxton and other Greenwich Village folkies, and a whole section of Civil Rights songs. An amazing repertoire.

I went with my friend Mac (who had been at school with me and who now toiled, as I did, at the head office of The Prudential Assurance Co in Holborn) and we came out of there with our hearts bursting. We were both deeply affected; Mac more radically than I. He went to work on Monday and handed in his notice . . . dropped out and began an odyssey which took him around the world. Being more cautious, I remained at my desk for another five years – until I could stand it no longer, and I dumped my day job too. Although I had no experience whatsoever, I was going to be a writer, I had decided. The magazines that Seeger and his friends had created – Sing Out! and Broadside – and the underground press which followed in their footsteps, had much to do with my decision. I wanted to be part of their world, the world that Pete Seeger inhabited.

Fast forward to 1994. I was doing a lot of work with Kevin Howlett, an inspired maverick producer at BBC Radio, who was always thinking up interesting projects for us to dive into. His latest was a series of four one-hour documentary programmes to be called ‘Signs Of The Times’, exploring the voice of protest in popular music – and, as usual, he rolled me in to do research and interviews, and to help construct the programmes. What a plum gig! I got to meet and talk to Bernice Johnson Reagon, Billy Bragg, Judy Collins, Michael Franti, Joan Baez, Graham Nash, David Crosby, Gary Byrd, Labi Siffre, Jackson Browne, Gil Scott Heron, Country Joe MacDonald, Mary Travers, Tom Robinson, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Bruce Cockburn, Steve Van Zant and various others – in such exotic locations as New York, San Francisco and Charleston – but, the icing on the cake, I got to meet my hero, Pete Seeger!

On Monday 14 February, from my room at the Paramount Hotel, just off Times Square, I phoned for instructions on how to get to his place – and Kev and I duly caught the train from Grand Central Station to Cold Spring, where Pete met us and drove through the snow, along open roads and winding tracks, to his ‘cabin’, as it was usually described, overlooking the Hudson. Just as I had pictured it. Rustic, warm, unique and instantly comfortable. His wife Toshi had prepared an exquisite meal for us, a rice-beans-okra-courgette delicacy that Gordon Ramsay could only dream of, accompanied by home-made bread. I was delighted to find that no piece of crockery or cutlery matched any other piece. To complete the repast, Pete produced several tubs of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream: the partners in that firm sent him a selection every month, just for being Pete Seeger. How cool is that?

We met his daughter and two grandchildren, who were visiting, and then sat down beside a crackling log fire to conduct the interview – during the course of which, I told him that I had been in the audience at his seminal 1964 Royal Festival Hall concert and I showed him the programme I had saved. Of course, although it was a life-changing event for me, he didn’t remember it as being any more important than the many hundreds of other concerts he had played, at all of which members of the audience had no doubt experienced the same sort of road-to-Damascus conversions as I had.

After the interview, he drove us back to the station, stopping en route to visit his friend Seth, who had an old machine shop, which he proudly showed us. He also gave me a jar of honey. Pete had given me a songbook and a CD, and memories to last forever.

I got to my hotel bed about 1.30 am and when I awoke the next morning, the whole episode seemed like a dream sequence. But I had the cassette tapes to prove it had really happened.

Pete Frame

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