Murder Ballad MondayOmie Wise
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  1. Though I love Doc, I think Wallin wins this hand. It has to do I think with a partial answer to your first question… What does it mean to the listener? I’ll tackle that first.

    (Forgive the intrusion of the video ‘folktale’ you just posted, but the seeds it planted for me must seek the sun.)

    To THIS listener, Omie Wise is a stone path to the dark side… but this dark side has flowered wallpaper. This dark side has apple trees in front, and a garden out back with worms and rich earth. You can grow anything there.

    That soil is death of course, and this song digs it.

    Wallin… his voice, his tone, everything intangible about his singing is the plow. Some will hear only an old man caterwauling, or the raw fiddle that calls the tune. Some will prefer Doc, who here as always moves easily in beauty. But the treatment he gives this ballad turns it all muddy for me.

    For some reason, Wallin makes it easy for me to see the story with my eyes closed, and truly to cry in some small proportion to the pain this foul murder wrought. There are times when I hear his version and I’m overwhelmed, even when I’m in a fine mood! Indeed, it’s as if all of the sadness of a people, through centuries of violence and want, channels itself into this one song.

    When Wallin sings it, I have to hear it. Everywhere I tune in on the dial, it’s playing.