Born at home in 1981 (midwife, Venice Beach), singer, pianist, and composer Kahane was reared in medium-sized cities on both coasts of the continental United States by a psychologist mother (relational) and concert pianist father (unaffiliated). While a convenient and tidy psychological reading might suggest that his hybrid of blistering, chromatic counterpoint and traditional singer-songwriting belies some sort of defiance of the classical environment in which he was raised, Kahane would no doubt argue that such theories are half-baked. “They were listening to Joni Mitchell too!” he retorts. And yet, Kahane’s work defies classification through his sonically challenging, emotionally resonant, yet deeply accessible music.
After an uneventful childhood marked by the quotidien, in which Kahane found himself singing in operas in Germany, competing in international chess tournaments, and obsessively compiling baseball statistics, the young man discovered a pair of rickety Martin guitars in the attic of his parents’ Tudor home on Cobbs Hill Drive. Experiments ensued, though they would give way to a fascination with the piano toward the end of Kahane’s high school years.
Fast forward to 2008. It’s a historic moment in American politics, with a septuagenarian running against an African-American for the most hallowed office in the United States. In a more modest sense, it’s also a historic moment because it is the year in which Kahane’s debut record was released (September 16, to be exact).
Recorded primarily in March and April of 2008 in Seattle, Hoboken, and two Boroughs of New York City, the album is a testament to Kahane’s catholic musical pursuits. With twenty musicians supporting him, Mr. Kahane’s debut offers snippets of string quartets juxtaposed with strummy strum folk song, brass chorales right beside jangly piano pop, and yet, he would argue, it’s very much of a piece, an album meant to be heard as a whole.
Kahane’s best known work, Craigslistlieder (2006)-- an eight movement song cycle which comprises settings of anonymous classified ads from craigslist.org—has been heard in venues ranging from the dankest bars of the Lower East Side to Carnegie Hall, in a recital by critically-acclaimed baritone Thomas Meglioranza. The summer of 2008 witnesses the premiere of Kahane’s For The Union Dead, a new song cycle on poems by Robert Lowell for chamber ensemble, at the Verbier Festival in Switzerland.
Among his varied credits as a performer, Kahane has appeared in recital with Grammy winning bass-baritone Thomas Quasthoff throughout Europe, toured the Schumann Piano Quintet with the Mark Morris Dance Group, and accompanied violinist Hilary Hahn in the slow movement of the Sibelius Violin Concerto in yet another dirty bar on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. He has shared the stage with indie-rock luminaries My Brightest Diamond and Luke Temple, and has recorded with Sufjan Stevens and former Nickel Creek front-man Chris Thile.
Much in demand as a composer of chamber music, Gabriel is currently completing solo piano commissions for pianists Natasha Paremski as well as for his father, Jeffrey Kahane. An evening-length work exploring his family's genealogy and journey from Germany to the United States will premiere in the fall of 2009 in Los Angeles and New York.
The play within a play?
An avid theatre artist, Kahane has collaborated extensively with the Obie-winning New York City-based downtown theatre company Les Freres Corbusier, serving as musical director for a number of their productions including Hell House, A Very Merry Unauthorized Scientology Pageant, and the Los Angeles production of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson. In addition, the composer was recently commissioned by the Signature Theatre in Arlington, Virginia to write an evening length work for their American Musical Voices Project, and is also the recipient this year of a new fellowship through the Shen Family Foundation and the Public Theater with the aim to create and develop new work.
Baltimore
Gabriel Kahane Lyrics
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Jason, come home, Jason, dear,
I heard it on the forest floor.
Six years of back country trails to the lake,
Machete and snake, machete I learned
To cradle in the Old State Park.
For every young man:
Give him an ax and a seed;
Give him a pack and a tree;
Teach him to care for himself;
Give him fresh air for his health;
Send money back to family.
Back to Baltimore,
The tallboy convenience store,
The indifferent, the endless war.
And I know what that is,
And I know what that is,
And I don't need it anymore,
But I have to go home.
Luke was the son of some well-to-do folk;
My family was broke, but we became friends,
The parking lot, the chewed up field.
I started in the park just as he was going in,
A hard eight to ten for selling to kids;
My momma worked the county jail.
Roosevelt's Tree Army, under the sun,
The work would be done while America
Bled by the greed of the rich,
The boys planted trees and found God in the pitch,
They stared at the sod in each fist—
Why am I telling you this?
Is it that I'm nervous to be going back?
Back to Baltimore,
The tallboy convenience store,
The indifferent, the endless war.
And I know what that is,
And I know what that is,
And I don't need it anymore,
But I have to go home.
Luke, I guess, got himself into a fight,
Took him to the infirmary later that night,
Nothing serious, sure, but next morning he died,
Then the satellite phone with the crew,
Which meant I didn't cry.
I'm taking the train to take time for my thoughts,
Pregnant with loss, preparing for all
The things that maybe make you feel.
I'll pay my respects and then I'll take a walk,
The neighborhood block,
And then I will leave.
The first verse of the song "Baltimore" by Gabriel Kahane is about receiving news through a satellite phone that a close friend or relative, Jason, has passed away. The singer is revealed to have spent the past six years in the backcountry trails, surrounded by nature, using a machete to protect himself from snakes. He learned how to care for himself under Roosevelt's Tree Army, a plan in the 1930s to help young men care for themselves by giving them fresh air, a seed, an axe, a pack, and money for their families. The singer knows that he has grown past the endless war of Baltimore, as symbolized by the tallboy convenience store, but he must return home to pay his respects to Jason.
The second verse describes the story of the singer meeting his friend Luke, who was the child of well-to-do people, while the singer's family was broke. However, they became friends and sold drugs to high school kids. The mention of "Roosevelt's Tree Army, under the sun," is a contrast to the modern drug lifestyle they chose. The singer then questions why he is telling the story, speculating if it's due to his nervousness about returning to Baltimore. Luke gets into a fight one day and dies the next morning. The singer will pay his respects and leave, preparing for what he encounters in Baltimore.
Line by Line Meaning
I got the news on the satellite phone:
I received troubling news via satellite phone:
Jason, come home, Jason, dear,
My loved one implores me to come home:
I heard it on the forest floor.
I heard the news while in the midst of nature:
Six years of back country trails to the lake,
I spent six years on rugged paths to reach the lake:
Machete and snake, machete I learned
I learned to wield a machete to combat snakes:
To cradle in the Old State Park.
I seek refuge in Old State Park:
Roosevelt, '33, he had a plan
President Roosevelt devised a plan in 1933:
For every young man:
The plan was aimed at young men:
Give him an ax and a seed;
Equip him with an ax and a seed:
Give him a pack and a tree;
Provide him with a pack and a tree:
Teach him to care for himself;
Educate him to be self-sufficient:
Give him fresh air for his health;
Offer him fresh air for good health:
Send money back to family.
Encourage remittances to be sent to family:
Back to Baltimore,
Returning to Baltimore:
The tallboy convenience store,
The convenience store with tallboy alcoves:
The indifferent, the endless war.
Confronting apathy and ceaseless strife:
And I know what that is,
I recognize the situation:
And I don't need it anymore,
I no longer desire it:
But I have to go home.
But I must return home:
Luke was the son of some well-to-do folk;
Luke had wealthy origins:
My family was broke, but we became friends,
Despite our financial disparity, we befriended each other:
The parking lot, the chewed up field.
We hung out in the parking lot or roughed up field:
I started in the park just as he was going in,
When Luke entered the park, I began my job:
A hard eight to ten for selling to kids;
I worked tough hours for selling to children:
My momma worked the county jail.
My mother was employed at the county jail:
Roosevelt's Tree Army, under the sun,
The Tree Army assembled under the sun per Roosevelt's plan:
The work would be done while America
They worked while America:
Bled by the greed of the rich,
The country was suffering from the rich's avarice:
The boys planted trees and found God in the pitch,
The boys felt spiritual while planting trees:
They stared at the sod in each fist—
They inspected each sod-filled hand:
Why am I telling you this?
I question why I'm sharing this anecdote:
Is it that I'm nervous to be going back?
Perhaps I'm scared to go back home:
Luke, I guess, got himself into a fight,
Luke fought with someone, I presume:
Took him to the infirmary later that night,
He went to the infirmary later that night:
Nothing serious, sure, but next morning he died,
Unfortunately, he passed away the next morning:
Then the satellite phone with the crew,
The crew contacted me via satellite phone:
Which meant I didn't cry.
Therefore, I did not cry:
I'm taking the train to take time for my thoughts,
I'm riding a train and reflecting:
Pregnant with loss, preparing for all
I'm grappling with a huge loss and readying myself for:
The things that maybe make you feel.
Things that might evoke certain emotions or feelings:
I'll pay my respects and then I'll take a walk,
I'll pay my respects and then take a stroll:
The neighborhood block,
I'll wander the neighborhood:
And then I will leave.
Finally, I'll depart:
Contributed by Dominic R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Alex Davis
I just love this song. It has been haunting me since I heard Gabriel play it at the Orange Peel last night. Inspired by his awesome talent and unique approach to making a song!!!
Devon Crain
"Pregnant with loss, preparing for all; the things that maybe make you feel." What a phenomenal line.
GoodGravy
The harmony in this song is just astounding
dum dumm
i just heard this song on the radio and knew that of all the good songs i’d heard and let escape me, i HAD to find this one. this song is too good to be true. it’s wonderful.
keshan subhawickrama
I’m in love with this song. I don’t know why. It feels. You’re so talented. Keep doing this for us please ❤️
Steve Kuhn
Saw Gabriel Kahane open for the PUNCH BROTHERS in Pittsburgh this week. I saw him after the show and told him that his songs reminded me of early Peter Gabriel. He said, "I will take that as a compliment" I meant it as a compliment. Gabriel Kahane is a great talent
Arnault Cuisinier
Wonderful !...
Jan Minor
That piano sound is amazing, so broken and “wrong” in a technical sense, but great sound.
Good song, too :)
Alex Davis
Why doesn't this video have a million views?
Karl Berner
How ominous