To me Pete Seeger was his stepmother’s stepson. Ruth, he called her—her own children called her Dio—and I liked the warm way he said her name, sometimes as in “Father and Ruth.” Of course I listened to Pete as a Weaver. I used to think of him as a folk Orpheus, particularly in those photos where he lifted up his voice to the sky. His eyes looked upward too, as if the heavens were telling him what to sing and how to carry on. His banjo was his rod and staff. But I met him and talked with him and wanted information from him ranging from fact to revelation in this most peculiar role of biographer-of-a-relative.
Biographers have a complicated relationship to honesty when they deal with family of their subjects. We want so much from them and we don’t want them to know it. Such need makes a wall. Pete was far more used to this role of contingent intimacy than I was. To him I was a person doing a job and writing about a woman whom he respected and loved. And perhaps inspired him. He decided to trust me as a point of principle because that was the right thing to do. How much did he love Ruth? As a stepmother, I suppose I wanted to know for my own reasons and could never ask. He, on the other hand, wanted to help me do a good job. (Even now, as I am supposed to be remembering him, I think of the most important things he told me about her.)
|Pete Seeger in 2007|
Photographed at the Clearwater Festival 2007 by Anthony Pepitone.
In 2004 Ellie Hisama and Ray Allen produced a centennial festival celebrating “Ruth Crawford Seeger. Modernity, Tradition, and the Making of American Music,” through the Institute for Studies in American Music at Brooklyn College on October 26–27, 2001. Everybody was there, forming a Venn diagram of her life. Now it reminds me of a wedding with the bride’s family on one side and the groom’s on the other. The folk crowd who loved folk music and the modernist crowd who loved classical music sat together in the same room and made music together and discovered or reaffirmed their shared legacy. I felt the vibrations of a family in the making among people who didn’t know how much they had in common. Pete, Peggy, and Mike gave a tribute concert. We all sang folk songs, and we heard performances of Ruth Crawford Seeger’s dissonant counterpoint, its integrity and hope cutting through the smoke still rising from the fallen buildings of the World Trade Center. Pete and I sat on stage for a panel discussion. His body language and mine reminded me of Dio and Charlie’s aesthetic mantra: “sounding together while sounding apart.” Suddenly he turned to me and with great intensity, reached over, and shook my hand. He said nothing and neither did I.
She is the Matthews Distinguished University Professor of Music History at Northeastern University in Boston and an Honorary Member of the American Musicological Society. She was recognized by the Society for American Music with its Lifetime Achievement Award in 2013; additionally a permanent research endowment, the Judith Tick Fellowship, was established in her honor by SAM and first awarded in 2013.