A Marian Call sighting

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Marian Call with retro cell phone. Photo by Scott Adams.

Marian Call with retro cell phone. Photo by Scott Adams.

For our previous coverage of Marian Call, click this tag. If you're unaware of her, start here.


Not long ago, I took a little trip to Silver Spring to see Marian Call in her natural habitat– the house concert.

The venue was the smallish common room of a co-op apartment house. Some had brought beer or wine. Others pizza and sweet shortbread cube thingies. Some came in groups, some in pairs, some alone. The room was decorated in the inconsistent, individual way that you might expect. On one wall hung a crazy quilt. On another, a painting of ethnic women, laborers, chopping logs and hauling bundles of wood. On a third wall, drawings apparently made by children residing in the co-op. On the fourth, schematics for the layout of the communal gardens and shrubbery. From the ceiling sagged sound dampers, billowing sails of a sideways schooner. At one end of the oblong space, amps and equipment littered a makeshift stage. Subject was first spotted in the vicinity of the sweet shortbread cube thingies.

Eventually grokking this part of the local customs, I sidled up to the buffet counter and introduced myself. Marian Call is a person of average height and decidedly Tigger-like demeanor. Awash in pre-show adrenaline, she bounced rapidly on her heels with endearing enthusiasm and declaimed rapidly on a variety of topics. She spoke of her admiration for the US Postal Service (for this concert was a part of the now-finished Postcard Tour, a format described below). She explained that the only part of the Smithsonian Institution that she had had the opportunity to enjoy (apart from a brief detour to see the Apollo lunar module) was the National Museum of the American Indian (she has a more-than-casual interest in first nation history and issues), where she only had time to enjoy the quasi-native food before rushing off to realize some larger purpose.

She spoke of Prague as symbolic of the tourism she may someday have the chance to enjoy; it was the one point (other than CERN!) in her European tour where she had had a couple of days (still not really enough time) to catch her breath and absorb broader overlapping contexts. She emphasized that touring, even in Europe, is not like a vacation; it's her job, and it seems like a job since it consists mostly of preparing to perform, performing, recovering from performing, travelling, and tending to the business and communications that make her endeavor sustainable. I found myself a silent choir of one as she sang the praises of procrastination ("It helps me get things done!") and sleep ("No more all-nighters!"). She very kindly mentioned that my essay about her lyrics gave her a morale boost when one was needed.

All of this took not more than five minutes, and then it was showtime.

She opened with the karaoke song, performing it with hilarious exaggeration to the delight of her crowd, which numbered 40 or 50. After another crowd-pleasing participatory number, she sang a few of her newer works, some commissioned and others spontaneous and irrepressible in origin. One of these, featuring the line "There's the paper and the pen and me; the storm stole the electricity,"  offered an unplanned magical moment. Since well before the show, half the building had been without light because of a power failure, and even the meeting hall was still semi-dark. But just as Marian sang that line, the power suddenly returned. The audience mumbled its wonder, but Marian maintained composure. After the song, she quipped, "I'll be taking this song on the road to restore critical infrastructure across the land."

Official tour postcard

Official tour postcard

The first set of seven ended with one of my favorites, Got To Fly, and then came the intermission. This was a time to buy wares, of course, but also a time for creativity. This show was part of Marian Call's Postcard Tour, which entailed having people at one show make postcards for Marian to carry to people at the next show, and so on.

During the break, people made their way to the stage to take a postcard from her burlap sack of cards inscribed by others, and also to write on fresh postcards for her to bring to others. (She has uploaded some examples to her tumblr.) I wrote a witty, illegible verse about artistic inspiration on the one I contributed. The one I received was from Alicia in Portland, Oregon:

card from Alicia in Portland

card from Alicia in Portland

"Strangers with similar interests"– that's the head of the nail, right there, Alicia. Well done.

After the postcard frenzy, Marian's sideman, Scott Barkan, offered an intermezzo. His own album, Flightless Bird, is available at Bandcamp, and is noteworthy not only for its magnificent cover art by Benjamin Dewey of Portland, but also for Scott's heartfelt, pessimistic, and strangely vulnerable lyrics. He treated us to three songs: Break it to Me Hard, Flightless Bird, and Bad Dreams. What struck me most about his blend of TomWaitsian vocals and TommyEmmanuelesque fingerstyle guitarmanship (which threw his instrument out of tune after every song, but for a good cause!) was the paradoxical precision with which he executed works that are constructed to seem rough and raw.

Scott's informal self-presentation lends itself to the notion that he must spend every waking, offstage hour developing the technical musicianship that enables him to pull off that sort of performance– and, for that matter, to deftly support some of the musical challenges Marian Call sometimes folds into her own compositions. Here's a representative sample of Scott Barkan, from his performance at CERN. If you like what he provides, I encourage you to buy his album!

In any case, Scott's a humble guy and didn't seem to mind ceding the stage to Marian, who resumed her station and dealt us another great set. Afterward, I deferentially nudged my way past a particularly enthusiastic, comicbookish groupie who seemed to have a lot on his mind, and I enjoyed another brief, awkward chat, wherein I praised Marian's appreciation of the analog and she showed me a photo of her former not-so-smart phone, a cousin of the one I still use.

The Postcard Tour is over now, but all along the way– in alcoves and bathrooms and the occasional sound studio, Marian has been piecing together the elements of another album, and now she's ready to send it into the world: Sketchbook

She describes it as "A new record of intimate songs from the road, on love, lightning, time, and hope.  Small and focused in scope, deep like diving." She gave us a sneak preview of some of these songs at the concert, and they're lyrically rich musical morsels of the kind and caliber we've come to expect from this bouncy, brainy, optimistically brooding artist.

The physical copies of Sketchbook sold out almost instantly when she announced their availability for pre-order, but the album is also available in digital form on bandcamp:
http://mariancall.bandcamp.com/album/sketchbook

To celebrate this auspicious occasion, I'd like to give away three digital download codes for Sketchbook, which will be released tomorrowish, or thereabouts. Our last Marian Call giveaway depended on being first in line, but I'd like to do things differently this time. So I'll gather all requests first, and then I'll discover the winners among them by using random.org. (If you've previously won a giveaway here, I'd ask you refrain and let others vie.) To submit your request for one of the three download codes, you may either tweet me at dcbyron with the hashtag MCSketchbook xor email the word MCSketchbook to me at david at popehat.com. (Don't do both!) It's about 3:00pm EST. I'll collect these until 3:00pm EST tomorrow (01 Dec), and then notify the winners.

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15 Comments

15 Comments

  1. jdh  •  Nov 30, 2013 @1:36 pm

    You turned me on to Marian Call a while back, and I've wound up with most of her albums.

    Glad you had a chance to see her. She played an hour or so away from me around six months ago, but the logistics didn't work out.

  2. Dion starfire  •  Nov 30, 2013 @1:45 pm

    I loved her 'Good Morning Moon' video, though I'm generally not a big fan of folk music (nothing against it, just not to my tastes). It's in my collection of 'audible drugs' – songs that make you smile and feel good no matter your mood or context (much like some drugs supposedly do).

    I doubt I'd enjoy most of Marian's music, but I'd still love to meet and see her perform.

  3. David  •  Nov 30, 2013 @1:45 pm

    I hear you. I missed her thrice in this area before finally making it work.

  4. David  •  Nov 30, 2013 @1:53 pm

    @Dion starfire,
    I think of her as a novelty songstress, with a dash of folk and blues, who intermittently veers off into sincerity and spice. Not to everyone's taste, for sure, but those who like her seem to love her. I think her fans come in part for the music and in part because she has faced down postmodernity and the scourge of trivial digital replication by giving a tech-savvy spin to the late medieval and early modern artistic patronage model. She's making it work, and that's inspiring for creative types and indie business types alike!

    You're right that there's something universal about the muppety Good Morning Moon. Maybe it's the kazoos.

  5. wolfefan  •  Nov 30, 2013 @2:32 pm

    This is my introduction to Marian Call – I look forward to learning more. Just a minor quibble – if you are referring to the DC suburb, it's Silver Spring. Lewis Black would cut your heart out.

  6. David  •  Nov 30, 2013 @2:44 pm

    Silver Spring's a lovely name;
    Its roads, a bit congested.
    Will verdant things e'er be the same
    With Colesville thus contested?

  7. wolfefan  •  Nov 30, 2013 @6:33 pm

    Any shout out to Colesville, where I once lived and sold cars, is worth a +1. Thanks for the little poem!

  8. David  •  Nov 30, 2013 @11:06 pm

    Here's the song Dion mentioned:

  9. David  •  Dec 1, 2013 @2:57 pm

    Thank you to all who entered the giveaway!

    Random.org selected Beth, Dovy, Jeff, and Linda. (I threw in a fourth.)

    Y'all should be notified by email from Bandcamp. Please confirm receipt of your code here or by email.

    Enjoy!

  10. David  •  Dec 1, 2013 @9:22 pm

    Last post: Marian Call's explanation of the new album:

    The album I’m releasing today is very much a scrawled checklist of what’s been on my mind: time, birds, lightning, hope. Each song is very self-contained and focused and deep like diving….

    The audio quality is not great; I recorded a lot of it on the road, with no budget and no time to stop and fundraise to make a budget. But I love the performances…. I’m tired, I’m sometimes sick, I’m hurried, I’m all in. The vocals are exactly the kind of raw I’ve always been trying for. So I decided that even though it’s rough and raw, a little fuzzy around the edges, I would release these little songs as an album: Sketchbook…. It feels small compared to what I’ve done the last couple years, but I expect that if you know me already, you will understand. I won’t be promoting this record much. It’s for you who have already been here awhile.

  11. KeithB  •  Dec 2, 2013 @9:16 am

    Sounds a little like a Tonio K experience. He would make pancakes on stage and throw then out into the audience.

  12. David  •  Dec 2, 2013 @10:06 am

    Ah, but these lack syrup and land more mellifluously!

  13. Jeff Walden  •  Dec 2, 2013 @8:32 pm

    Woo, I won! I went and (not having heard of her before) listened to a bunch of her songs (mostly from Vanilla, I'm a little bit OCD chronologist) and was duly impressed, and perhaps slightly surprised to find that even tho she's not what I usually listen to (soundtracks, instrumental), she's definitely a treat. I'll have to pick up other albums of hers as I feel hankerings for new music. (My absurdly-small-by-typical-standards library of ~900 songs keeps me generally happy, but every so often you gotta hear something new.) Thanks for the songs!

  14. Mercury  •  Dec 3, 2013 @12:11 pm

    I wouldn’t call this folk…very Squirrel Nut Zippers though even without the 20’s hot jazz going on.

    Funny by the way how before Bob Dylan folk music was actually a body of traditional, often very old songs of vague or popular origin and of historical/cultural import.

    Since Dylan (originally a real folky himself) folk music seems to mean: sensitive young men and women with acoustic guitars singing their own songs about themselves.

    I waste more of my life engrossed in music than I care to admit yet just about every day I discover some promising band/genre/scene that I have absolutely never heard of. Music (like everything else in our culture) is so fragmented these days.

    But lots of talent out there still.

    Is it possible that this chick has a phone older than mine?

  15. Bob  •  Dec 4, 2013 @7:05 pm

    Your Marian call tip, alone, has made reading popehat worthwhile. The woman is an incredible talent.