Album – THE LIVING LEGEND YEARS
THE LIVING LEGEND YEARS
The first of five CDs from Bob Gibson Legacy, The Living Legend Years, a compilation disc features tunes from four of Gibson’s independent label releases, as well as new, previously unreleased material from the 1970s through the 80s. The Living Legend Years features songs from Funky In The Country, Homemade Music, Perfect High, and Uptown Saturday Night. In addition, there are three never-before-released cuts including Fred Neil’s “The Dolphins,” Antonia Lamb’s “What You Gonna Do About Love,” and his own unreleased original “Smoke Dawson.”
Bob Gibson Legacy (Re-issue) 2008
I’ve had the good fortune to hear some amazing musical performances over the years, from The Beatles to La Scala, from Domingo to Duke Ellington, but I’ve never heard anything quite as wonderful as Bob Gibson’s beautiful 12-string and sweet light baritone in that little room in Iowa City.
Planet of the Blind
Review by Stephen Kuusisto
In the summer of 1978 I went to a restaurant and bar called The Sanctuary in Iowa City to hear the folk singer Bob Gibson who was billed as “the living legend”. I knew nothing about Gibson except that there was a small photo ofhim in the newspaper and he was shown with a 12-string guitar.
I was 23 years old and fresh out of college and I’d come to Iowa to study poetry writing at the Iowa Writers Workshop. I was immoderately in love with the collected Folkways recordings of Leadbelly and I owned a third rate 12 string guitar that wouldn’t stay tuned and I spent far too much of my time trying to play “The Bourgeois Blues” and “The Midnight Special” without having any concept that Leadbelly used a different tuning.
I was lonely that summer. I’d rented a student apartment that came without furniture. The landlord loaned me a sofa with no legs and a bed. I sat in the empty living room and tuned my bad guitar and wondered how I would make it in the world with my evolving blindness and my obvious incapacity to do the customary jobs reserved for America’s misfits. Blind people don’t drive taxis or wait tables or serve as short order cooks. Anyway, I was too much in love with poetry to picture myself doing much of anything. I didn’t feel sorry for myself: I kept as much as possible inside poems and songs. I sang Elizabeth Cotton’s “Freight Train” in my barren apartment as the prairie dusk came with its graduated softness.
The Sanctuary was a skinny room with a bar on one wall and a small stage on the other side. The tables in the center had real church pews for seats. Although my vision was unreliable I estimated there were about 70 customers sitting in those pews and perhaps a dozen people at the bar. A good turn out in a small town. I asked the waitress if I could have a table by the stage since I was “legally blind” and she said this would be okay. I ordered a Pabst Blue Ribbon and waited for the show.
I didn’t know that Bob Gibson had been the headline performer at the 1960 Newport Folk Festival and that he was the person who introduced Joan Baez to the music world when he invited her on stage to sing with him. I didn’t know that Bob Gibson had co-written songs with Phil Ochs or that he had sung with Pete Seeger or that he had been a noted performer in the glory days of New York City’s folk scene in “the village”. I had no idea that he was a pal of Shel Silverstein’s and that they had begun writing songs together.
But man, I knew instant warmth when I felt it. Gibson arranged the shoulder strap of his 12 string while the applause rolled over the room. Then he sang Phil Och’s anthem “There But For Fortune” and I was utterly floored. I’ve had the good fortune to hear some amazing musical performances over the years, from The Beatles to La Scala, from Domingo to Duke Ellington, but I’ve never heard anything quite as wonderful as Bob Gibson’s beautiful 12-string and sweet light baritone in that little room in Iowa City.
Bob Gibson died too young and toward the end of his life he suffered from Parkinson’s disease.I can’t tell you why I’m thinking of him today. I feel a sweet ache and a taste perhaps of water taken from a tin cup and I want to pass it along. If you don’t know Bob Gibson’s amazing music, I urge you to get your hands on his CDs. Or better yet, go to a vintage record store in Chicago and talk to someone who may once have heard him play at the Gates of Horn.