Never have understood why this album stubbornly resists a revival. I suppose it’s not pretty enough, and too edgy, and her American Indian vibrato bothers people. I can’t think of a single other folk album that has anywhere near this kind of ferocity. Uncompromising. It won’t make you feel any better about yourself. It might even make you feel just plain lousy. Now That The Buffalo’s Gone is not aimed at the Man, it’s aimed at everyone who’s not a tribal member. Even you there with the feathers and the Cherokee great great grandmother. That song is aimed right at you. As such, it’s gospel among American Indians. They all came up on this record. We have Dylan or whoever. They have this. Somewhere I have a YouTube video of a seventy-something Buffy Sainte-Marie performing Cod’ine in a casino on a reservation deep in the American northwest. The room is packed with tribals and hippies, and her performance is bone chilling and as the last quavering note fades the air is rent by war cries and ululations.
Hey Brick – thanks! This is Buffy. Very kind words. I’m on the road all the time, tomorrow night Central Park NYC. Come see us some time. You might like this one too – Starwalker. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eU0fS0GA6Ek
This is a thrill I must admit…. Will catch you in California!
Buffy — for what it’s worth, I knew Dewain Bugbee in Hawaii, for several years. He spoke well of you . . . he was working with horses in Waimanalo, Oahu. He passed away a few years ago. Glad you’re still making music :)) Dawn