Reviews

"Marjorie Thompson opens her new CD, "Right By Me," with a song called, "Don't Look Back," which is essentially a noirish tale of a spiked-heeled lady on a date who decides she doesn't want to see the guy again, and makes sure no one else will, either. It is Thompson's wicked humor blended with a country-folk sensibility that makes the track stand out. But it is her extraordinary fingerstyle acoustic picking and ingenious songwriting ability that makes the entire CD a triumph. She is supported on "Right By Me" by some terrific musicians, including mandolin genius Barry Mitterhoff and pedal steel player Buddy Cage. Some of the other notable cuts include a poignant tale of human interaction called "Ernie And Grace," a juicy ode to edibles entitled "Eat Right By Me," and a sparkling version of Jorma Kaukonen's "Watch The North Wind Rise." So make a date with Marjorie Thompson. Just make sure you have a food-taster nearby."

- Michael Ventre, MSNBC.com

 

"Marjorie has released 'Right By Me,' an acoustic flavored offering with that expected finger picking expertise Thompson has been priming o'er these many years. However, it is her strong sense of lyric that shines throughout. Through each unfolding track, she creates a weave of storytelling that can be both whimsical and weighty."

- Don DiMuccio, RIMotif

 

"Each new album from Marjorie Thompson presents melodic, memorable facets of the life, times and psyche of this modern singer-songwriter who derives her music from the folk and fingerpicking tradition. Sometimes sensual, sometimes political, always relevant and universal in her polished, acoustic presentation, in her fourth CD she again surrounds herself with notable musicians. Featured sidepersons include Buddy Cage on pedal steel - yes, that Buddy Cage who played in New Riders of the Purple Sage, with Dylan on Blood on the Tracks, with Ian & Sylvia on Great Speckled Bird. She provisions us the best mandolinist in the Northeastern Quadrant: Barry Mitterhoff, formerly of Skyline with Tony Trischka, Silk City and, most recently, the touring partner of Jorma Kaukonen.

I began to think, listening to this album, that we have finally found the next Phil Ochs -- Marjorie's song "America the New" recalls Ochs' sardonic, trenchant contemporary criticism with the stops-you-cold line: "When Social was the word, instead of Homeland, that described Security." And then in "Ernie and Grace" she uses the phrase "There but for Fortune." Shivers up the spine, anybody? Her first song, familiarly titled "Don't Look Back" is an auspicious opening piece about three novel ways to kill your lover. Now that's original! "Come to the River" utilizes a six-string guitar-banjo, with its powerful walking bass, in the Delta blues idiom. "Light of Day," punctuated by Mike Levine's tasteful, lyrical Dobro lines, examines a theme that returns so often in Marjorie's songs - that of self-actualization as, perhaps, defined by theorist Kurt Goldstein who postulated that the drive to realize all of one's potentialities is in fact the "Master Motive" - the only real motive a person has. Marjorie takes the poetic view when she writes: "Sitting in the barroom, perched up on a chair, I must be invisible, and the barman he can't hear."

Whether writing of a chance encounter in a darkened parking lot or happily interpreting Paul McCartney's timeless fantasy about sexagenarian life (with the grandkids, Vera, Chuck and Dave), Marjorie Thompson generously gives us thoughtful themes and mellifluous music. Her musicianship is resplendent with six-string sparkle."

- Stan Jay, Mandolin Brothers

 

"I've been following Marjorie Thompson's music for, well, almost ten years. Right By Me is certainly her finest outing to date. It is well produced and delivered with depth and conviction. Strong, Marjorie, very strong."

- Jorma Kaukonen

 

"I almost don’t know where to begin to share the fascinating story included in this 40 something woman’s bio that came to me with her 4th CD, Right By Me.

Like most of her peers, Marjorie Thompson became interested in music as a young girl in the 60’s. Her first guitar became a stepping stone to teaching herself a unique style of finger picking. A style that has and is a story all on its own. But here’s where this artist is truly one of a kind. She also became interested in Science and went on to study and get a PhD, (yes, that’s what I said) in biology from Brown University, where she ended up teaching and to this day continues to be a member of the faculty and deanery. Ok, now if that’s not enough to impress you-get this-she also has seven children! It makes me truly wonder how this woman with seven kids found the time and the energy, to once again, 'rediscover' music later in life, and not only to excel in the finger picking style she had taught herself as a young girl, but also to begin the process of writing her first song and then recording them in her late 30’s. So listen up all you late bloomers. Here is a shining example of the old adage, 'its never too late!'

Now about her music. It has to be obvious from reading what I just wrote, that this woman is her own person. And that certainly comes thru in her songs on this CD. Starting off with the ominous, 'Don’t Look Back', she takes us down an artistic path that is truly admirable. And although her particular simple and raw style will not appeal to everyone, you can’t help but appreciate this one of a kind artists commitment to her craft. Every song but one is a solo write and carries its own weight, staying within the realm of her unique guitar playing and very basic singing. The one song she didn’t write is a stripped down hip rendition of the Beatles classic, 'When I’m Sixty-Four', that somehow manages to come off as a Marjorie Thompson song, even though I knew of course that she did not write it.

To call this woman an overachiever would be an understatement. If you go to her web site, you will see that she also sells jewelry that she makes in the form of cells-not the kind you talk on, but the one’s swimming around in a biology lab. Still, I wouldn’t want you to think that any of this takes away from her music. It’s a joy to discover an artist like this. And even more so, to be able to write about it and hopefully inspire other mature bloomers to never ever give up on their dreams.

- Nancy Montgomery, Music News Nashville

 

"I'm tempted to say that I taught her everything she knows, but she's gone so far beyond anything I showed her I'm afraid I might get called on it."

- Chris Smither

 

"Great work throughout - it makes me proud to be a Marge-Tone!"

- Pat Donohue

 

"Marjorie Thompson's singing and lyrics channel the classic folk artist of old, and her playing shows that all you really need is the pure touch of an acoustic guitar, and a heart-felt, soulful song."

- Pete Sears

 

"I was not familiar with Marjorie Thompson, but was intrigued that this remarkable over-achiever (or perhaps a true renaissance person) managed to balance a thriving musical career with a full-time academic position at an Ivy League university. Her original music combines elements of folk, country, and blues, with a nod to traveling troubadors that provides a unique lyrical quality coupled with contagious melodies.

"A native New Yorker, her early interest in piano was essentially stifled due to space limitations. At 10, she received a $16 guitar and began to emulate blues players like Mississippi John Hurt. A competing passion for science ultimately led to a Brown University Ph.D. in Biology in 1979; Thompson had the first of seven children in 1980 followed by a Masters in Accounting at the U. of RI. An appointment as Associate Dean of Biological Sciences at Brown followed in 1983, where she also teaches Histology at the Medical School and Embryology to undergraduates. After completing a Certificate of Scientific Illustration at Rhode Island School of Design in 1990, she began designing and selling "biologically correct" cellular jewelry.

"In 1999, she saw an ad for Jorma Kaukonen's Fur Peace Ranch Guitar Camp, which offered weekend workshops. She had admired Kaukonen since 1970, when he and bassist Jack Casady, after leaving Jefferson Airplane, released Hot Tuna's first album. She attended the first of many workshops and ultimately achieved her ambition to play the Rev. Gary Davis' 'Hesitation Blues' the way Jorma played it. By 2001 she began to write songs and was encouraged to begin performing. After a demo CD, she booked 92 performances the first year. Right By Me is her fifth CD, and she performs throughout the east coast and Europe. She now teaches her own workshop at the Ranch -- the most recent being 'Songcrafting and Country Blues Essentials.' Oh yes -- her music, in a word -- INFECTIOUS!"

- Scott Peavler, Elmore

 

"The songwriting is thoughtful, witty, sometimes whimsical but always clever. Her guitar playing is steeped in the Piedmont and Blues traditions, showing that she is an expert fingerpicker. Taken as a whole, this CD simply works. It's wonderful."

- Little Toby Walker

 

Track Listing

1. Don't Look Back
3.00
2. America the New
4.25
3. Eat Right By Me
3.02
4. Come to the River
3.13
5. Watch the North Wind Rise
3.50
6. Ernie and Grace
4.58
7. How to Be
3.27
8. Dead or Alive Blues
3.58
9. Dignity
3.53
10. Light of Day
2.54
11. Weather Report
3.26
12. When I'm Sixty-Four
3.00
13. Life of Me
4.08

 

Lyrics

Don't Look Back

She went in to a restaurant,
the time was half past  eight
She made a reservation
so they didn’t have to wait
By the time the waiter served them
and retrieved the dinner plate
The tainted spice had done its job
and sealed his mortal fate

Oh oh oh

Take your last breath deep and slow,
Take your number, One last ride,
Good luck to you on the other side
Just go go go.

He picked her up at 6 pm
she was ready for that date
Her hair was high, her neckline low
On her feet she wore the bait
She was dressed to kill and he thought he knew
how the night would culminate
But those spike heel shoes would pierce him through
before the clock struck eight.

Oh oh oh

Take your last breath deep and slow,
Take your number, One last ride,
Good luck to you on the other side
Just go go go.

He rang the bell, she turned the knob,
she met him at the gate
He held a bright arrangement,
one he’d helped create
There was baby’s breath and roses,
but the foxglove lay in wait
By the time he dialed the rescue
it was already much too late

Oh oh oh

Take your last breath deep and slow,
count your blessings don’t look back
Where you’re going you won’t have to pack
Just go go go.
America the New

When the pastures were filled with plenty
And the fields were ripe with grain
There was hope in California
That stretched across to Maine
When home was of the brave
And land was of the free
Anthems of allegiance rang
Through halls of liberty

Those were the days when the good life came
To anyone who tried
Those were the days when the world was small
And god was on our side
Bless the new America, confident and wise
Congratulations on how far you’ve come
hard to recognize.

When the suffocating grip of reactionary myth
hadn’t sapped the future of prosperity
When social was a word instead of homeland,
that described security
When liberal signified a compassionate heart
and responsibility to lend a hand
Now the tyranny of power and greed
are tearing up the land.

We thought we had it good in our black and white world
of fear encrusted fences
when the politics of greed did not run wild,
and paralyze our senses
When faith did not demand
the abdication of our mind,
and the smoke of rhetoric hadn’t rendered the nation
hypnotized and blind.

Those were the days when the good life came
To anyone who tried
Those were the days when the world was small
And god was on our side.

Bless the new America, eloquent and wise
Turn of the phrase twist of the machine,
all secrets, no surprise.

Bless the new America tolerant and wise
Suffers the differences
Celebrates the small
Land where hope will rise.
Eat Right By Me

Honey you seem hungry
You look so weak and pale
You ain’t had enough to eat
You’re lookin thin as a rail
Oh ba-by
You’re gonna eat right by me.

Well baby I’m gonna feed you
Make you some home cooked food
Serve it up so spicy
Put you in a real good mood
Oh ba-by
You’re gonna eat right by me.

I’ll feed you so well
I’ll feed you so fine
You’ll be so happy I’ll call you mine,
ba-by gonna eat right by me.

Oh, honey I’ll peel your banana
Darlin I’ll pour your juice
Pick them peaches press them grapes
Don’t want your clothes hangin there so loose.

So come on
Sit in my kitchen
Sit in that old easy chair,
I’ll fix you somethin nice and hot
Tender sweet and rare
Oh ba-by
You’re gonna eat right by me.

Well I’m in no mood for laundry
Ain’t gonna iron no sheets
Well you know I don’t do windows,
But I don’t mind grillin you meat
Oh ba-by
You’re gonna eat right by me.

So, baby, I’ll cook your sausage
Sizzlin from the pan
Pour your honey, fry those eggs,
Make you feel like a man
Oh ba-by
You’re gonna eat right
(ba-by)
You’re gonna eat right
(ba-by)
You’re gonna eat right by me.
Come to the River

Come to the River
Come to the River
Bring your rod and bait
Dial him up and get the big man on the line,
see if he can change your fate
I don’t know but I’ve been told,
souls are in the lost and found
Waiting for redemption, sweet redemption
Faith to wrap your arms around
Come on to the river, lay your burden down

Well the lord will find you,
the lord will find you
People say that Jesus charms
They say the mighty savior
will wrap himself around you
Rock you in his lovin arms
He’ll open up your doubting eyes,
truth will fall on your deaf ears
you’ll drink the wine of salvation,
sweet salvation
light the dark -
And dry your tears
Come on to the River, see what’s waiting there.

Well they say he loves you, Jesus loves you,
I don’t think that much is true,
Well I don’t know but I suspect
He don’t love me but he might love you
Look upon the water
See what you see there
Shining from the surface, a smiling reflection
The answer to your loving prayer
Come on to the River,
see who really cares.

Well if you Come to the River
Searching for a mighty hand
To find you in the darkness in the Darkness
Take you to the promised land
Give the man my best regard
He won't ask you why
They'll be no questions
by the banks of the river
When Jesus laughs and waves goodbye
Come on to the River, lay your burden down
Come on to the River, lay your burden down

Watch the North Wind Rise
(Jorma Kaukonen)

Up in the morning watch the north wind rise
Bringin' fire down from the skies
Hey, we got a long way to go
So keep on lovin' and make it slow

Chorus:
We're goin' home
Won't be long
Hear my song
Bout lovin' you ain't never done no wrong

Well, night time falls like the crack of doom
Fillin the sky with a shinin' moon
Silver siren has got to please
Well, fuel me with lovin' down in my knees

Chorus:
Well, babe be mine one more time
Run your hand up and down my spine
If you say its time to go
Take some time for just one more

Well, up in the morning watch
the north wind rise
Bringin' fire down from the skies
Hey, we got a long way to go
So keep on lovin' and make it slow

Chorus:
Well, babe be mine one more time
Run your hand down my spine
If you say we've got to go
Take some time for just one more
Well, babe be mine one more time
Run your hand down my spine
If you say we've got to go
Take some time for just one more
Ernie and Grace

Was a Friday in July
The sun was bearing down
The summer night was fallin
And the moon was rising high.

I was sitting in a parking lot
pickin my guitar
A man appeared before me
at the doorway to the bar
Said his name, leaned up close
kissed me so polite
invited me to have a smoke
when darkness draped the night
He came direct from Tennessee
But here he had no home
There was freedom
In a life he lived alone.

There was some story he could tell
Said he'd just returned from hell
Leaned a bit and nearly fell
Then he smiled up and wished me well-
-Oh there but for fortune
Luck goes rollin by
there but for the grace of god
or whoever knows why.

Wild eyes burned about his cheeks
Long hair brushed his ears
he mentioned that they'd sent him up
for seventeen long years
I looked all on his countenance
Looked upon his face
Looked upon the path that led him
Back here from disgrace.

He said his name, a whisper
It was nothing, he assured
was nothing like a life undone by devils,
blood and war
The cross he bore were memories
etched deep into his face
I’m Ernie he said, you must be Grace.

There was some story he could tell
Said he'd just returned from hell
Leaned a bit and nearly fell
Then he smiled up and wished me well
-Oh there but for fortune
luck goes rollin by
there but for the grace of god
or whoever knows why.
How to Be

Tent of my emotions
Tent upon my fears
I close my weary eyes
Cover up my ears
I’m watching you, watchin me
But I just don’t know
How to Be.

The cover of my heart
Flies tattered at my feet
my shield of sensibility
Exposes every beat
I’m watching you, watchin me
But I just don’t know
How to Be.

Worn of sense
Shorn of pride
Heart has no safe place to hide
I still wonder
Deep and true
Watching me, watching you
Open to the elements, pelted by the rain
I don’t know what time it is
I don’t know my name
I’m watching you, watchin me
But I just don’t know
How to Be.
Dead or Alive Blues

She was standing in a parking lot of a Morgantown hotel
Stinging from his one last kiss,
and waving him farewell.

She watched him gun the engine,
she watched him turn the wheel.
No one but he could ever know,
the ache her heart did feel.

He drove that big old pick up truck
into the winding lanes Cincinnati,
Louisville and on the country plains.
He drove that big old highway
His eyes began to close
The lack of sleep took over,
and he began to doze.

As night descended on him
the blackness cloaked the road,
The stars they flickered brightly
but his poor eyes were closed.

But fortune shone upon him,
he was destined to survive,
he woke up doin' 75,
not sure if he was Dead or Alive.

Well, the moral of this story
it is strange but right,
If the girl that loves you loves you true,
she'll love you through the night
So when you're driving down that highway, dozin' at the wheel
Remember as you're driftin round,
the love you left was real.
Dignity

Dignity is what I lack
Just keep comin
Comin back
Exposed and splayed,
and quite fileted
Humiliation right on track
Gets ya when you’re comin
Gets ya when you go
Gets ya when your guard is down,
no matter what you know.

Comin back, comin back
I just keep comin back
Pride is not the answer here
Pain of love, love to bear
Self respect is circumspect
Have nothing left to fear
Gets ya when you’re comin
Gets ya when you go
Gets ya when your guard is down,
no matter what you know.

Comin back, comin back
I just keep comin back

Devotion is a strong force
An overwhelming notion
And all the pain I can’t contain
This thing is set in motion
Comin back, comin back
I just keep comin back
Intact, Intact, I just keep comin.
Light of Day

Sitting in the barroom
Perched up on a chair
I must be invisible
And the barman he can't hear
Trying to place an order
wave my arms around
But no one here can see me
And I can't make a sound.

Oh its dark
I can't stay
I surely lost my way
I've been groping through the long night
Trying to find the light of day.

Well I stepped up to this counter
Pounded down my fist
Get someone's attention
Put my name down on some list.
But still, nobody sees me
I'll walk right out the door
And there’s no trace of footprints
where I stood upon that floor.

Oh this cafe of life
Prices are fair
Choices and selections
Everything is there
Options and decisions
Wise ones and absurd
So hold your lamp and shout on
If you want to be heard.
Weather Report

When the sun is shinin
When the moon is high
When the warm wind rises
And clouds go rollin by

Just turn out that flashlight
Put out that lamp
The weather round here is always
Warm, dark and damp
Oh you don’t have to check
that weather report
The forecast’s just the same

Well you might have a question
Oh you might want to know why
But you don’t have to wonder
You don’t have to try

Well baby if you want to
You can turn on that radio
Check that old newspaper
It don’t have what you want to know

So think about this message
Just sit and contemplate
When a woman wants her real man
Oh baby don’t be late
Life of Me

I tender my heart
you wrap it safe
In a cage of wire bound
Tie it fast and guard it
Keep it safe and sound
In a cage of wire bound

You have been my gardener
You have been my tree
You have been my rock of ages
You have been the life of me.

I offered you my vision
Offered my sight
In a cage of wire bound
Offered my attention
Respect and tenderness
In a cage of wire bound

If the lord can do anything, anything he wished
Can he make a rock that lasts forever,
One he cannot lift?
My rock of ages
Ooh ooh, my rock of ages.

Shine on, shooting star
I catch you in the night
In a cage of wire bound
You have been my constellation
My pattern glowing bright
In a cage of wire bound

If the lord can make anything,
hope and peace and joy
Can he make a rock that lasts forever,
One he can’t destroy?
My rock of ages
Ooh ooh, my rock of ages.
When I'm Sixty-Four
(John Lennon / Paul McCartney)

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
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All songs written, arranged, produced & performed by Marjorie Thompson, except where noted.
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