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Splitsville

by John Kruth

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Anchovies 02:57
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Manana Land 03:12
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Brac Girl 04:02
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Josip 02:00
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Leaves 03:00
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Yellow Ellen 03:31
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Tin's Tango 02:36
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Sonya 03:40
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about

This is my ninth album and the first with a theme. All of the songs on Splitsville were either inspired by or written during my many travels to Croatia since 2003.

The basic tracks were cut at Tetrapak studios by Ivica “Pipo” Covi c in Split, Croatia with Vinko Dodovi c on akordian and Zlatko Bodari c on guitar in the summer of '06. Then I brought the files home and a cast of illustrious musicians including Jonathan Segel and Victor Krummenacher of Camper Van Beethoven spruced up the tracks, along with maestro Matt Darriau of the Klezmatics. Jonathan also added some luminous violin later on when he got back to San Francisco. A trip to Milwaukee in the winter of 2007 produced a few more gems with Jeff Hamilton, Paul Kneevers (who also engineered and co-produced the tacks as well), John Sparrow, Josh Tovar and Lodi Capri all playin' their hearts out.

Review from Robert Christgau:
Splitsville [Smiling Fez, 2008]
A prize-winning Townes Van Zandt, Roy Orbison, and Roland Kirk biographer renowned in new-folk circles as the mandolin-motorvating founder of free-conceived NYC world-music troupe TriBeCaStan, Kruth got interested in Croatia because that's his artist wife's heritage. Recorded with on-site Croatian and overdubbed US musicians of casually impeccable chops, these melodically bent, structurally straightforward, verbally concrete songs were inspired by multiple visits to the bustling old Croatian beach city of Split. Delivered in Kruth's raspy, plaintive mandolinist's voice, they're a writer's songs whether praising women or lamenting politics--simple and pointed with just a few duds. And the four instrumentals are intro, interlude, and farewell enough. A-


The Back-story of Splitsville

This is my ninth album and the first with a theme. All of the songs on Splitsville were either inspired by or written during my many travels to Croatia since 2003.

The basic tracks were cut at Tetrapak studios by Ivica “Pipo” Covi c in Split, Croatia with Vinko Dodovi c on akordian and Zlatko Bodari c on guitar in the summer of '06. Then I brought the files home and a cast of illustrious musicians including Jonathan Segel and Victor Krummenacher of Camper Van Beethoven spruced up the tracks, along with maestro Matt Darriau of the Klezmatics. Jonathan also added some luminous violin later on when he got back to San Francisco. A trip to Milwaukee in the winter of 2007 produced a few more gems with Jeff Hamilton, Paul Kneevers (who also engineered and co-produced the tacks as well), John Sparrow, Josh Tovar and Lodi Capri all playin' their hearts out.



“Darko's Waltz” was inspired by my sweetheart Marilyn's cousin Darko's face as he recounted the experience of defending his hometown of Sibinek from the Serbian onslaught in the early nineties. I was so moved by his story I began to write a song about it but no words would come, just this old world melody.

Usually somebody says something or I'll read something somewhere that inspires me and the next thing I know I'm writing another song. With “Beyond the Mountains” it was the first time the process ever happened in reverse. I was in Istria, sitting beside a sparkling turquoise swimming pool on a hot summer day, strumming my mandolin when the opening line of “Beyond the Mountains” popped into my head and I wrote the rest of the song right then and there. About a week later I was down in Split, talking with the director of the mandolin school when I said something to him about the wide diversity of Croatian music. He replied that the mountains often act as cultural dividers. “Behind the mountains there are strange people that play strange music and have different customs,” he said. I nearly fell off my chair again.

“Anchovies” was inspired by the sad-eyed lady of the ribarnica (fish market) selling a small plate of anchovies with a far-away look in her eyes. I saw her every morning on my way to the café for my morning cup. I hope one day Marianne Faithful with her singular voice will do this one justice.

Although Croatia is a country of many operators it's not always easy getting anything done. Hence “Manana Land.”

Wherever I went in Hrvatska I noticed the omnipresent image of Saint George, atop his noble steed, striking a bold pose with his lance drawn, about to slay the dragon. But I never actually saw a picture of him where he finished the damn beast off. The “Song of the Old Saints” attempts to answer “why we're in this mess today.”

“You can go to Hungary, Italy or Greece but you're never gonna find a love that deep.” A bit of rock ‘n' roll for my ‘Bra c Girl.”

The first time I heard the saying Bog Je Rekao Laku No c - “God Said Goodnight,” I flipped. Although the lyrics are filled with images of New York decadence, the sentiment is timeless and world wide and never would have come into being without the dry wit of the Croatian people.

Was Josip (Marshall Tito) good or bad? “It depends upon who you ask.”

“Leaves” is a country waltz inspired by a classical pianist I know in love with Franz Liszt.

“Yellow Ellen” was inspired by Darko's daughter, Jelana, who has caught the eye of many a passer-by in the village of Sibinek. I had recently met Donovan at Heathrow Airport and between the gentle rhythm of the rocking boats, trying to pronounce Jelana's name correctly and having made the acquaintance of the cool cat who once cooed “Mellow Yellow,” “Yellow Ellen” was born.

“Tin's Tango” is for the Tin Supreme – Tin Ujević, poet laureate of Croatia. I wrote it on the plane home from the “old country” and recorded it in my kitchen one fall afternoon with my friends Jonathan and Victor from Camper Van Beethoven and clarinetist Matt Darriau of the Klezmatics.

The jovial graphic artist Pavo Majic of Naranca Gallery in Split told me about the adventures of the avant garde artist Pave Dul c i c and his defiant act of painting the square in front of the Diocletian Palace red in January, 1968. Protests raged in the streets from Chicago to Paris to Prague that year. Thus a proletariat rocker was in order. This “Ballad” was recorded with a funky green Framus guitar and the crunchiest amp I've ever heard.

Every summer Marilyn and I make a pilgrimage to Bra c , to visit her father's ancestral homeland. We have a favorite corner of the isle where we like to relax and swim, where the Adriatic is particularly magical, warm and salty. Marilyn calls it “the emerald bathtub.” It's a bit of a hot, dusty hike to get there but it makes it all the more worthwhile. Over the last five years none of the cars that go whizzing by (mostly with Czech, Hungarian and Italian license plates) have ever stopped to ask if we'd like a lift. One hot July afternoon an old bald guy with a jutting jaw behind the wheel of a Volkswagen Beetle did just that. “The Lone Croatian General” was soon telling us his story. We went for a delightful swim and then I wrote this song. A couple hours later I grabbed my banjo and went looking for him where he sat outside the hotel to play him his song, but he was gone.

“Sonya (Sonja)” is dedicated to the lovely wife of the great Croatian sculptor Dusan Dzjamona.

While at a museum in Zagreb I saw an unusual figurine of the “Raven-Headed Hunter,” undoubtedly some mascot for a hunting club, but my take on the supernatural crow/man aiming his rifle was that he out for revenge on those who killed his friends and relatives for sport. (Dig that Jew's harp solo by Jeff Greene!)

In the city square in Zagreb they sell some hellacious homebrew that will make your head spin. “The Rakia Song” was inspired by such purveyors of moonshine. On New Year's Eve they hole up in little wood shacks, determined to party with no regard for the weather.

John Kruth
Splitsville (Smiling Fez)

BY DAVID LUHRSSEN SEP. 09, 2008 Milwaukee's Shepherd Express:
The minor-key sound of the Middle East was long embedded in the Balkans and carried westward by the Crusaders, eventually making its way to Appalachia with the earliest British settlers. Meanwhile it traveled to the Islamic kingdoms of West Africa and was transported to the New World with the slaves.

Somehow, one-time Milwaukeean John Kruth brings it all together on his newest CD. Inspired by his journey to Croatia and featuring a gaggle of Croat, Milwaukee and New York musicians, Splitsville is also a rare combination of heartfelt and clever as it merges the balladry of half-a-dozen nations into a coherent sound, rediscovering links between Balkan accordions, psychedelia, old-time country and the blues.

Brilliant and insightful, Kruth's songwriting maintains a respectful posture on the cusp where past meets present and sonic continents converge. In an especially remarkable example of his deeply felt cross-references, "The Lone Croatian General" transposes the story of that rarity, an honest leader during the bloody Yugoslav civil war, into a banjo-plucked ballad that both the Carter Family and Woody Guthrie would have been proud to call their own.

Američki glazbenik izdao album inspiriran Splitom

John Kruth, ugledni folk- rock glazbenik iz New Yorka, objavio je album Splitsville, Sonic Impressions of Croatia, na čijem je omotu slika Crvenog Peristila.


John Kruth, koji je svojedobno nastupio i u prestižnom Carnegie Hallu, gdje naš Oliver Dragojević uskoro ide na gažu, te objavljivao tekstove u listovima poput New York Timesa ili Rolling Stonesa, cijeli svoj deveti CD posvetio je Hrvatskoj, prenosi Slobodna Dalmacija.

Prema Kruthovim riječima album je ili inspiriran Hrvatskom ili je dijelom napisan u našoj zemlji.

A da je tako jasno je i po omotu albuma na kojem se nalazi slika instalacije Crveni Peristil.

No Kruth ne staje na tome. U pjesmama, koje je napisao na putovanjima od 2003., a snimio 2006. u splitskom Tetrapaku, dotiče se hrvatskih velikana poput Tina Ujevića, ali i običnih ljudi i njihovih priča.

Tako pjesma Darko's Waltz ima temelje u pričama Šibenčanina Darka iz vremena obrane grada od srpske agresije, dok je Anchovies posvećena prodavačici inćuna na splitskoj peškariji.

Net.hr
16.09.2008.

credits

released June 15, 2007

John Kruth – mandolin, banjo, guitar, harmonica, bamboo flute & voice

Zlatko Brodarić – guitar on Leaves & Josip, nylon string guitar on Sonya

Lodi Capri – second violin on Tin’s Tango, Josip and Beyond the Mountains

Matt Darriau – clarinet on Tin’s Tango, Balkan bagpipe on The Lone Croatian General

Vinko Didović – akordian

Jeff Greene – Jew’s harp on The Raven-Headed Hunter

Jeff Hamilton – guitar on God Said Goodnight, Mañana Land & Yellow Ellen, bass on Brać Girl

Paul Kneevers – bass, keyboards, backup vocals on God Said Goodnight

Victor Krummenacher – bass on Tin’s Tango

Jonathan Segel – violin, electric mandolin on Tin’s Tango

John Sparrow – drums, cajon & bongos

Josh Tovar – guitar on Brać Girl & Mañana Land

The Croatian sessions were recorded, engineered & produced by Ivica “Pipo” Cović at Tetrapak Studio, Split, Croatia, summer, 2006.

Tin’s Tango was recorded at Lucky Pug Studios, NYC, Autumn, 2006.

Matt Darriau’s bagpipes on Croatian General were also recorded at Lucky Pug.

Jeff Greene’s Jew’s harp on The Raven-Headed Hunter was recorded by John Bosch at Ground Control Studio, Brooklyn, NY.

Jonathan Segel’s overdubs were recorded at Magnetic Satellite in Geosynchronous Orbit, Oakland California, winter, 2006/2007.

God Said Goodnight was recorded at Kneever-Kneeverland. Mañana Land, Brać Girl, and Yellow Ellen were recorded, engineered and produced by Paul Evil Kneevers at Audio Trailz. Overdubs for Tin’s Tango, God Said Goodnight, Song of the Old Saints, Josip and Beyond the Mountains were also done at Audio Trailz Studio, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, June 2007.

All songs mixed by Evil Kneevers at Audio Trailz Studio, September 2007, Milwaukee.

All songs written by John Kruth c 2007 John Kruth/Sonic Kruth/BMI except The Rakija Song which is by John Kruth and includes a verse lovingly pilfered from Robin Williamson’s Rab’s Last Woolen Testament that begins “Water is the strong stuff, it carries whales and ships.”

Photo of Crveni Peristil, Split, January, 1968 by Zvonimir Buljević
Photo of JK by Marilyn J. Cvitanić

Zivili! Pavo Majić, Marilyn Cvitanić, Simon Bundy, Charmaine Kneevers and Keith Brammer.

Special Thanks to Jeff Greene - Hvala!

Splitsville was co-produced by Evil Kneevers, Ivica “Pipo” Cović and John Kruth

Smiling Fez Records
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7 Fra Bonina
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Beyond the Mountains

Beyond the mountains
People play the strangest music
Beyond the mountains
The people all have funny names
Have you seen them they dress rather odd
Their food smells like hell
And money’s their god
And they sacrifice children
And then drink their blood
Well, that’s what I’ve heard
About the people beyond the mountains

Beyond the mountains they’ve got guns
And rocks and bombs and arrows
Beyond the mountains
If we don’t get ‘em now there’ll be no tomorrow
The men are all jerks
But the girls ain’t so bad
And they got cool stuff that we never had
And when we take over I bet they’ll be glad
Those people beyond the mountains

We’ll change their behavior
Make Jesus their savior
And save them from themselves
Then we’ll split up the spoils
They’ve got coffee and oil
And knick-knacks for our shelves

Manana Land

In Manana Land
People make a lot of plans
But nothing ever seems to stand
The test of time

Cause morning is too soon
Maybe by the afternoon
Better wait until the moon
Begins to rise

There’s no one on the street
And the cops are half asleep
And the coffee’s always weak
At lunch time

Everybody drops the ball
And they don’t return your calls
You’ll be climbing up the walls
You’ll lose your mind

Go a head and try your best
You’ll just wind up like the rest
A little bitter and depressed
Drinkin’ wine

The Raven-Headed Hunter

The raven-headed hunter
Has come for his revenge
On those whose favorite hobby
Murders relatives and friends

The raven-headed hunter
Some say is just a fable
But he’ll wear them all for fashion
And serve them at his table

Their heads hang like trophies upon the wall
He’s known as an excellent shot
He’ll gorge on your heart
And gouge out your eyeballs
Then leave your carcass to rot

Some say that he’s not human
A great bird with no wings
But there’s no greater sorrow
Then when the creature sings

He’s been seen in Zagreb and the alleys of Split
And on the Isle of Brac
So when you go a-hunting
Be sure over your shoulder to watch


The Ballad of Pave Dulcic

In a land where the government
Locks up its artists
The walls and the sidewalks
Become their canvas
One night while everyone was in bed
Crazy Pave painted the town square red

With a bottle of wine
And a couple of gallons
Some said he was mad
Some said he was valiant
He laughed and laughed until the next day
When the police came and took Pave away

They beat him with clubs
And he fell down upon his knees
He cried “Marcel forgive them
For they know not what art is”


The Lone Croatian General

Now he’s old and kind of ragged
And his hair is turning gray
He’s the lone Croatian General
Not wanted by The Hague

He signed the treaty from Geneva
And lived by every word
Buried the dead, cared for the wounded
Whether Bosnian or Serb

While others filled their pockets
With gold and diamond rings
Today he walks a free man
‘cause he never took a thing

He lost his wife, she died of cancer
Though he knew it was the war
But others lost whole families
At the siege of Vukovor

Now he sits outside the hotel
With his memories and pain
He’s the lone Croatian General
Not wanted by The Hague

He did just what he had to
And he’d do it all again
But he’d rather have your anger
Than the pity of a friend


Leaves

She lives all alone with an old piano
In a room at the top of the stairs
And at night the wind
Cries like violins
A symphony nobody hears
Except for the trees
And the girl with the leaves
The girl with the leaves in her hair

Above her bed a photograph of the dead
Man who once stole her heart
Hangs on the wall
He was handsome and tall
Gone now for so many years
And yet she still grieves
The girl with the leaves
The girl with the leaves in her hair

And yes she imagines they’re kissing
As he sits there quietly listening
While she plays with finesse
And the greatest of ease
A waltz he wrote back in 1850
A waltz he wrote long ago


Josip

Was Josip good or bad?
It depends upon who you ask

He played the gangsters against each other
Did what he could to keep his country together

Was it all for the cause?
Was he on the take?
Some had dirt floors
While others ate cake

The fields were green
It was a different time
Shoes were cheap
And hate was a crime

And when he died it all shattered like glass
Some never looked back, others live in the past

Was Josip good or bad?
We don’t talk about that

Song of the Old Saints

Old Saint John had a trick he did with water
Washing people’s souls till a teenage girl
Had his head served on a tray
And that’s why we got all this sin today

Old Saint George never slayed the dragon
When he struck that pose for his famous portrait
The damn thing slipped away
And that’s why we’re in this mess today

I was up all night
Wrestling with unseen forces
With the morning light
I heard the pounding of approaching horses
I fell down on my knees
I could barely breathe and I began to cry
As the snow started falling from the sky
Which was rather odd as it was July

In a foreign land
They keep the mummified hand
Of Saint Stephen on display
So don’t tell me we’re civilized today

Old Saint Nick never brings no presents
He’s got a telescope to inspect your soul
And you find out Christmas day
That’s why you got so much coal today

Yellow Ellen

Ah, all the scooter boys sigh
As Yellow Ellen floats by
Like a strange butterfly

Oh, marble gargoyles sneer
As sunburned Germans drink beer
And wait for her to appear

Hot as the mid-July sun
They all think they’ll be the one
But they just crash and burn

And when she goes to church on Sunday
In a mini-skirt and big floppy hat
The angels roll their eyes towards heaven
And I wonder what the saints all think about that
I mean her mini-skirt and big floppy hat

Yellow Ellen, Yellow Ellen

Ah, all the sirens will sing
When she’s done up in pink
With a golden nose ring

Anchovies

The girl who sells the anchovies
She’s not like you
She’s not like me
The girl who sells the anchovies
She has no one to love

The girl who sells the anchovies
Her eyes are blue
Blue as the sea
The girl who sells the anchovies
Sad as a mourning dove

Her hair is black
Her dress is black
Her man is gone
He won’t be back
He’s gone for good
He’s lost at sea
And so she sits selling anchovies

The girl who sells the anchovies
I see her there
Most every day
The girl who sells the anchovies
Perhaps I’ll ask her name

Brač Girl

I met her in Milna scooping ice cream cones
She’s gotta heart of gold and a head like stone
Her hair was blond and her eyes were beguiling
And when I think about her I can’t keep from smiling
I’ve been around this world there’s no one like my Brač girl

Driving down the winding road to Supetar
Looking like a million bucks in her old car
Walking along the sandy beach in Bol
In a skimpy bikini with a whole lotta soul
I’ve been around this world there’s no one like my Brač girl

She’s the undisputed Queen of the Adriatic
Her laugh is a song and her kiss is ecstatic
You can go to Hungary, Italy or Greece
But you’re never gonna find a love that deep
I’ve been around this world there’s no one like my Brač girl

God Said Goodnight (Bog Je Rekao Laku Noć)

The giant ate lunch, feasting on meat
When a big glob of grease fell at his feet
His dog lapped it up and belched with delight
And so went the world when God said goodnight

And so went the world when God said goodnight
He groaned and rolled over and switched off the light
We sat in the dark, we cried and we prayed
And hoped that tomorrow would bring a new day

On a big waterbed with sheets of red satin
The devil lay smoking, overlooking Manhattan
He dropped his cigar, the rug burst into flame
While 10 topless girl scouts chanted his name

Oh he’s not so bad, a marvelous fellow
Then they all giggled and roasted marshmallows
And so went the world when God said goodnight
He groaned and rolled over and switched off the light
We sat in the dark, we cried and we prayed
And hoped that tomorrow would bring a new day

The Rakia Song

I got a bottle of rakija
And when we get to the end
You’re never gonna wanna party again

I got a bottle of slivovic
Come on over and take a little sip
One little sip and you’re gonna get blitzed

Ah travarica

Water is the strong stuff
It carries whales and ships
But water is the wrong stuff
Don’t let it get past your lips

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With 12 solo albums to date, multi-instrumentalist, John Kruth plays mandolin, banjo, guitar and sitar as well as flute and harmonica. The former leader of the NYC "other-world" music ensemble TriBeCaStan, Kruth has played with Ornette Coleman, Allen Ginsberg, Sam Shepherd, John Prine, Rick Danko and Violent Femmes, and worked with producers Joel Dorn and Hal Willner. ... more

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