Kevin Andrew Prchal: New Songs with Deep, Old Echoes

Kevin Andrew PrchalSome song writers have a knack for writing songs both clearly contemporary but also really old.  Their sound is new but anchored so deeply in some ancient American memory, it seems the songs could have existed 200 years ago.  Think of The Band, whose song “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” sounds like a Civil War folk song, except its hero’s story, Virgil Cane’s story, is borne along on electric guitars, organs, and classic rock drumming.  Or, again, The Band’s “The Weight,” where all the mechanics of modern rock come to the service of a story that seems indecipherably old, from a time shrouded in an ancient fog where you can just make out someone walking side by side with the devil.  Dylan, of course, whose greatest band was The Band.  Just as he was bringing them on he released John Wesley Harding, an album sounding, Paul Williams wrote, as if Dylan “came out of the oblivion of pop retirement, went south where it all began, and reinvented rock and roll as it might have sounded just days before Elvis made his first record.”  But listen to “All Along the Watchtower” and you’ll hear echoes of song that seem much, much older.

Kevin Andrew PrchalOf younger song writers Kevin Andrew Prchal has this knack, too.  On his first album, Eat Shirt and Tie, his “We Want Peace Not War” sounds like a song that could have been on a protest soundtrack against Vietnam, or a rallying cry for the Civil Rights movement.  On his second album, Sorrow Sings, “Everything Kills,” feels the same, but it protests everything—“every hand shake, every fist, every curse and every kiss, every bottle, every pill.  It don’t add up,” he sings, “but everything kills”—especially churches and creeds and crowns that lead to wars.  It’s like “Imagine” without the hopeful parts…and with a beat.  “Everything Kills” bounces along, ironically, with country rhythms and a pedal steel, but the wonder of Sorrow Sings are the slower folk numbers like “Rise and Dim,” and especially “Follow the Mountain.”  It almost becomes a chant—“Follow the mountain, follow the mountain home”—a song written in the age of GPS but leading us to a place and time before anything modern was discovered and the heart was probably easier to find.
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Kevin Andrew Prchal

A still from the video “Rise and Dim

I may be biased.  I know Kevin, and he has been a great friend to our family and to Emmanuel House, an organization that has grown far beyond our family but did start there as a memorial to its youngest member, Bryan Emmanuel Guzman.  So check things out for yourself.  Visit Kevin’s website, watch the lovely video for “Rise and Dim” currently on its front page (or use the link in the picture caption to the left).  Listen to his other songs, too, and buy them.  You’ll see I’m not far off, if at all.  It’s wonderful music.

NOTE:  Kevin knew my youngest son Bryan only slightly, but when Bryan died he came to the wake.  Later he wrote: “He was a kind soul.  The kind that would tell you everything was going to be ok, and it would be.  The kind you could call at any drunken hour to pick you up, and he would do it.  The kind who would laugh at your joke even if it weren’t funny, who would ask about how your day was, and sincerely care to hear about it…He was a full moon on a blanket of starts, and he shined more than ever last December, the night of his wake.  The line outside of the funeral home is to this day one of the most incredible sights I’ve ever seen.”  Kevin came close to us that evening and has stayed close ever since, supporting Emmanuel House with so much of his time and talent.  Yet I’m sure that even if he hadn’t, I would have still been stopped in my tracks by his music and taken—as I have—many, many listens.

 Visit Kevin’s website and type in Kevin Andrew Prchal on YouTube and Vimeo for more music.

  Watch Kevin and Dan Guzman do Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah—featuring a gorgeous guitar solo by Dan—and Kevin’s “We Want Peace Not War” in an impromptu concert at the Bryan House Garden Dedication.

 Watch Kevin and Wheeling Birds do “Make Me A Believer” at a TEDx event, then excerpts of this song and other Prchal favorites on the big stage at the 2016 Two Brother’s Summer Festival.

 Watch a video of “Hallelujah” performed in honor of Bryan by a band of all-star Chicago musicians organized by Kevin for an Emmanuel House benefit at the Metro.  It’s grainy and dark, but you’ll get the idea.

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Globe Trotting with Deanna

On the train from Heathrow to London.

On the train from Heathrow to London.

On October 20th many years ago, Linda and I were married in Old Town Chelsea, London.  On October 23rd we picked up our closest friend, Deanna Petersohn, from Heathrow Airport to continue exploring England and France with. Early Friday morning, the day after Thanksgiving 2015, we lost her.

Our first London stop: Kew Gardens.

Our first London stop: Kew Gardens.

She was only 60 and died less than three months after she found out she had cancer.  She talked about our England-France globe trot all the time.  She put pictures of it all over her home and had a large, picture-frame serving tray packed with more England-France photos.

Taking pictures on a Paris bus. "Me in Paris. Who knew?" she kept saying.

Taking pictures on a Paris bus. “Me in Paris. Who knew?” she kept saying.

Who knows how many others we have lost from those days?  In the Epilogue to my Remembering London series, there’s a picture of my youngest son, Bryan—now gone as well—with Peter Knowles, a friend from Vincent House, the crazed Notting Hill residential hotel I lived in while teaching in a study-abroad program based at Imperial College.

At the Louvre.

At the Louvre.

I know Peter no longer lives there.  Another episode of the series, “Fear the Urine,” tells of the passing of another Vincent House friend, Rochfort Young.  So this post is a kind of Epilogue to the Epilogue of my London series: mostly a few pictures from some of the happiest days of our lives.

 

Deanna and Linda, the best of friends, back home.

Deanna and Linda, the best of friends, back home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Learn more about our friend:
  Video: Psalm 103 – Transience and Compassion
  What the Widow’s Mite Adds Up To

 Go to the Lead Post in my Remembering London series.

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Psalm 103: Transience and Compassion

I believe Psalm 103 makes this crucial connection: our souls Praise the Lord because He knows we are like flowers. God has compassion on us because we will not last—we blow in the wind and are gone—and this transience is, paradoxically, profoundly bitter but also the root of compassion in us as well.  My favorite poet, Wallace Stevens, said,  “Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.”

The VIDEO below is a setting of Psalm 103.  I wrote the music and adapted the text years ago, but I put the setting and the images together in a video for the December 8, 2015, memorial service of our closest friend, Deanna Petersohn, who died the day after Thanksgiving.  Only 60, she died less than three months after finding out she had cancer.

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This was Linda, me, and Deanna on News Year’s Eve 2000.  We could not have wished for a funnier, more loyal, devoted friend. Though I comment on one of her shortcomings here, this does not diminish the love we had for one another. She died, however, harboring hard feelings for a few people who had betrayed her.  These were deep, astonishing betrayals, so you couldn’t exactly blame her or think you would have done better yourself. Her parents showed what love they could, we suspect, but it was scant.  Her father beat her with electrical cords and traumatized her in even deeper ways; so fighting to stay alive was deeply engrained, and when she was angry she came out swinging and could never stop swinging at a few people.  Her inability to let these hard feelings go made her death a hard one.  Not that she didn’t try throughout her life: she did, mightily, and succeeded to a remarkable degree.  The traumas of her life and the anger that flowed from them did not totally keep her from loving deeply. Many, many people lavished her with friendship and devotion, which she never felt she deserved but got anyway, freely given.  We learned from her how difficult, but also how necessary, letting go of hurts is.  In the last few hours of her life Linda said to her, “It’s ok to go, Deanna. On the other side of this is another chance for you.”

We hope, as Psalm 103 says, that our sins and their repercussions will one day be removed as far as the east is from the west.  God’s compassion extends beyond our transience to cover our deepest shortcomings as well, especially for those who tried to act out of love.  Deanna did that as best she could, and considering what she had to overcome, she did well.  I cannot help but imagine God not only finally cleansing her of all her regrets, but doing so saying, “Well done, well done.”

Deanna loved eagles, partly from a deep sense of how she was able to do some soaring despite it all—but also, we believe, out of a deep longing to soar higher than she did.  The video below, therefore, uses some eagle imagery.  After watching, please read more about our friend.  In “What the Widow’s Mite Adds Up To” we celebrate her good works and faithfulness, part of which extended to our family foundation Emmanuel House.  In “Globe Trotting with Deanna” we recall a small portion of the fun we had.  Long ago Linda and I were married in London on October 20th.  On October 23rd we picked Deanna up at Heathrow Airport.  She was the one person we newly weds most wanted to continue exploring England and France with.

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