Joan Baez House of the Rising Sun

A hootenanny is to folk singing what a jam session is to jazz, and all over the U.S. there is a great reverberate twang. Guitars and banjos akimbo, folk singers inhabit smoky metropolitan crawl space; they sprawl on the floors of college rooms; near the foot of ski trails, they keep time to the wheeze and sputter of burning logs; they sing homely lyrics to the combers of the Pacific. They are everybody and anybody. A civil engineer performs in his off-hours in the folk bins of the Midwest. So do débutantes, university students, even a refugee from an Eastern girl’s-school choir. Everywhere, there are bearded pop singers and clean-cut dilettantes. There are gifted amateurs and serious musicians. New York, Boston, Chicago, Minneapolis, Denver and San Francisco all have shoals of tiny coffee shops, all loud with basic folk sound–a pinched and studied wail that is intended to suggest flinty hills or clumpy prairies. Joan Baez

This video was repurposed from 55 minutes of documentary footage at the Internet Archives to a track by Joan Baez. The original work is Sir, Some Questions with Saigon street prostitutes. Laptop Hooligans