It was announced yesterday that Levon Helm in is the “final stages” of the battle he has waged with throat cancer since 1996. Levon is best known as the drummer/vocalist for the legendary group that started in the eary 60’s as the backing band, The Hawks, for early rockabilly star Ronnie Hawkins and later came to fame as The Band behind Bob Dylan as he made the sometimes rocky transition from folk to rock. On their own, The Band had a number of songs that have become classics over the years– The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, Up On Cripple Creek, The Weight, The Shape I’m In and so on. Levon , guitarist Robbie Robertson and organist Garth Hudson are the only remaining living members of The Band.
Levon Helm has also been acclaimed as an actor, best known for playing the father of Loretta Lynn in the movie Coal Miner’s Daughter. His coal miner portrayal in the film had a dead-eyed authenticity that , for me, really made the entire movie seem alive. It’s the same authenticity that he seems to bring to everything. I always feel like I’m seeing the real person when I see Levon Helm, even when he’s a character in a film.
His life after The Band has had ups and downs. Following his initial battle with cancer, he found himself in dire financial straits with the weight of huge medical bills pulling him down. He started hosting a series of concerts, called Midnight Rambles, at his home/studio in Woodstock, NY in order to raise money to pay his bills. Because of the damage done to his throat he relied on a series of high profile guests to sing until his voice was strong enough to begin to sing once more, which was several years later in 2004. This series of concerts revitalized his career and led to his last three albums, Dirt Farmer, Electric Dirt and Ramble at the Ryman, a live set recorded at the legendary Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. Both Electric Dirt and Ramble at the Ryman won Grammy Awards in the Americana category.
As I said above, I always had the feeling that what you saw with Levon Helm was what you got. Natural, without artifice. This world is going to miss the loss of a real person, maybe the highest compliment of which I can conceive. Good travels, Levon.
Here’s one of my favorites from The Band, The Weight, shot in 1970 during the fabled Festival Express.
The news has made me incredibly blue. Perhaps it’s my own travails or just that The Band’s music meant so much to me in my younger days. I don’t know. I just know that this has brought a profound sadness to the day.
I feel very much the same way since I heard this news from you yesterday. It’s an odd thing. I never met the man nor was it something I aspired to in my life, although I think he would have been a good guy to spend some time in a conversation. There is something in his work and his public demeanor that had some sort of meaning for people like you you and me, something that makes the end of his road seem personal to us. Like many things, I don’t know exactly how it works but I know how it makes me feel. And that is, like you, saddened.
Oh, and Garth Hudson is still with us. Your reports of his death are…well, you know.
Wow. That’s false info I’ve been carrying in my head for years! Then I look up his bio and find he’s been on many recent LPs that I listen to on a regular basis. How does that happen? Geez… Glad to hear he’s alive. Thanks, David, for setting me straight.
You can hear the damage done to his voice, but also its authenticity, in this recent promotional video he did for Ulster County Tourism: