Mike
Ball
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March 3, 2008
Lost Voices – Feel Like
an Angel With a Broken Wing
This past week my friend Kitty Donohoe and I wrapped up an eight week
Lost Voices program at an alternative high school for kids who have
not been able, for one reason or another, to thrive in normal high
schools. Five days later, I’m still a trying to catch my breath.
I
think by now that a lot of you have at least heard of Lost Voices, for
the simple reason that I never stop babbling about it. But it seems that
most people simply know that we work with troubled kids, and have no
idea what actually goes on. Well, here’s your chance to find out.
This last program was a little different for us than the ones we’ve done
in the past, for two reasons. First, the kids in this group are not
incarcerated. Now I, for one, have always done better with audiences who
have abandoned all hope of escape, so this presented quite a challenge
for me.
I
think the bigger issue, though, is that at the end of the day,
incarcerated kids are locked up in their rooms with their thoughts and
their journals, while many of the young people who attend this
alternative school finish each day by returning to the environments that
had at least something to do with getting them into trouble in the first
place.
This means that each day they have to go back to school and scale the
same mountains they had to conquer the day before. At this particular
school, the kids find an atmosphere nurtured by an incredibly talented
and motivated faculty and staff to help them climb.
The second difference is that this was the first co-ed group we’ve dealt
with. Now I’ve done a lot of work with teenagers over the years,
including coaching a high school boys hockey team – which was kind of
like paddling a canoe through a testosterone tsunami.
And I can vaguely recall my feelings of suicidal desolation back in 1968
when Mary Womack had other plans and couldn’t go to see the brand new
Steve McQueen movie, Bullitt, at the Granada Theater with me.
Even so, I had seriously underestimated the level of pure hormonal
insanity that bubbles up when high school boys are in the same room with
high school girls.
The way our programs operate, I go into a school along with a
professional roots musician and conduct workshops to help the kids learn
to express themselves through the storytelling traditions of folk and
blues music. To date I’ve worked with folk music icon Josh White, Jr.
and singer/songwriter Kitty Donohoe, with help from acoustic blues
master Robert Jones.
First we put on a one-hour concert introducing the kids, who mostly
think of Snoop Dogg as a minstrel poet from a bygone age, to the idea of
folk and blues music. Then, with the help of the staff at the school, we
recruit a group of kids to participate in six weeks of music writing
workshops.
In
the workshops we develop our song material by exploring what the kids
have on their minds. Sometimes it’s not all that much – here’s the
beginning of the modern ballad, Puppy Poo:
I woke up this morning
Got out of my bed
What’s that squishin’
between my toes
“Aw, poo,” I said . . .
Other times, their thoughts are a little deeper, like the morning they
were speculating on what might become of them after they got out of
school:
It’s dark out here,
can’t find the road
Feeling my way, through
the bitter cold
I was safe and warm
before
When I walked out that
door
Nothin’s gonna be the
same anymore
I’m movin’ on . . .
We
also work with poems written by the individual students:
A broken heart is a
painful thing
Feel like an angel with
a broken wing
Feel like a song no one
can sing . . .
On
the eighth week we put it all together into a professionally staged
concert for all the students and staff in the school, with the kids
participating in the performance as much as they are able. The look on
their faces when they hear their peers and their teachers laughing at
their silly ideas, or applauding some of their most deeply held thoughts
and feelings, is beyond anything I can describe. It’s like watching a
garden of roses bloom to the beat of an acoustic guitar.
Like I said, I’m still trying to catch my breath.
The song lyrics
abstracted here were all written in the Lost Voices Roots Music Workshop
at the Renaissance Alternative School in Howell, Michigan during January
and February 2008.
Copyright © 2008,
Michael Ball.
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