Kate found some old clippings tucked into the envelop that held T.K.’s last letter. She breathed in the addictive aroma of old ink and carefully unfolded the brittle newsprint.
Last Concert for The Kidd
Trey Kidd drops surprise announcement at Bumbershoot Festival
By Corbin Bass, special to the Seattle Weekly
Wednesday, September 8, 1982
At last week’s Bumbershoot, Trey Kidd announced this was his last performance–at least as a solo act.
“Hey, maybe my kids will perform,” he said, referring to his plans to become a junior high music teacher, “but this is my last scheduled gig.”
Kidd came on the scene 10 years ago, and many had him pegged as the next Arlo Guthrie.
When asked why he was giving it all up at a time when his career was picking up, he said, “That’s why, man. I can quit now.”
He went on to explain that, as a low-level celebrity, he didn’t yet have a staff who’d be out of work if he stopped performing and recording, or existing contracts he’d have to break.
“I can quit now, and nobody suffers,” Kidd told this reporter. “But I’ve been approached by big labels. If I were to sign, next thing you know, all sorts of people’s incomes would be dependent on me showing up. I’m not sure I want that kind of responsibility.”
At a time when most aspiring singers wouldn’t dream of trading guitar picks for sticks of chalk, Kidd’s decision has fans and critics wondering.
“I’m bummed, man,” said Denny Savoy, a follower since the release of Kidd’s first album, Wild Child, in 1972. “We’ve been with him from the beginning, following him to festivals, concerts, coffee shops. It’s a bummer. Just when he was starting to get famous, too.”
Music critic Sally Sanchez says this type of response, while uncommon, isn’t unheard of. “It’s the eighties,” Sanchez explained. “Musicians who started out in the early 70s are finding that the music scene has changed. Rather than mellow times with marijuana and wine, we’re getting hard edges with cocaine and tequila. The sound is changing, too. Not everyone can make that transition.”
But Kidd says changing times and shifting tastes have nothing to do with it. “There are enough people still singing my style of music. If I wanted to stay, there’s a niche, and I’ve had plenty of offers. But think of this as the opposite of selling-out. I had a good run. Now I’m returning to my true dream: teaching.”
Usually, it’s the teacher-turned-singer, like Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, also known as Sting, who gets the media attention. But Kidd’s decision is causing quite a stir.
“I’m really not doing this to make news,” he told reporters at a press conference on the last day of Bumbershoot. “I didn’t want to just disappear. I wanted a chance to say goodbye to fans. But if I could just slide out, avoid any attention, I’d do that. This isn’t meant to be an entertainment event.”
Over veggie burgers and sweet potato fries at 14 Carrot on Eastlake, he and I had a chance to talk a little deeper about his background in music, his surprising history as an academic, and the source of his inspiration, an unlikely mentor for a rising young folksinger.
Part two coming in the next issue of Seattle Weekly, available on newsstands and street corners Wednesday, September 15.
The Philosopher’s Song
Trey Kidd reveals his true love for philosophy and “the joy of thinking”
By Corbin Bass, special to the Seattle Weekly
Wednesday, September 15, 1982
–Continued from last week–
We all know Trey Kidd as a “thinking man’s singer”–at least those of us who are old-time fans know him that way.
Listen carefully to any of his lyrics and you can’t miss the literary references and the delicate twists of logic:
The solution of the problem
is seen in the vanishing
of this problem–
Whereof one cannot speak,
must be silent.
These final lines of “Finger/Moon,” one of the more intricate songs on Kidd’s cult-like first album are lifted directly from Ludwig Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, an obscure treatise that takes seven propositions, each composed of multiple supporting points, to reach a conclusion worthy of Yogi Berra.
I asked Kidd about his fascination with philosophy when we met for lunch not long after his announcement that he was leaving his career as a folksinger.
“What’s so beautiful about these lines,” he said, “are their utter absurdity! It’s like this story I heard about Paramahansa Yogananda, who, when at a very young age, was made the head of this important group of scholars and politicians made, as his very first decree, the ruling, ‘This club is now disbanded!'”
While Kidd dissolved in laughter, I couldn’t help but draw parallels with his own abandonment of his musical career just as he was reaching fame after ten long years of labor.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that,” he said, suddenly becoming sober. “But I suppose there might be something to it. Fame is a lot emptier than one might think. It was never what drew me in.”
I asked him what did draw him in.
“I had this idea that there was a ‘path with heart,'” he said, “and that you found that path by doing what you were good at. I love philosophy, but I’m terrible at logical thinking. I get caught up in the metaphor and can’t get past it. And that makes me a good songwriter. Someone I admired told me, ‘Look to your talents. They’ll never lead you astray,’ and so that’s why I never pursued a doctorate in philosophy and started writing more songs, instead.”
It’s not unusual to find a folksinger with a college degree–in fact, in my experience, it’s the norm, rather than the exception. But one who has a master’s and who harbored the dream of earning a Ph.D. is much less common.
I asked him why he wasn’t heading back to school as a student. What made him want to be a teacher, instead?
“There’s really only one person I’d want to study with, if I were to pursue a doctorate,” he said, “and that person stopped teaching several years ago.”
Kidd said that he’d been nurturing this second dream of becoming a music teacher for a few years. Finally, the timing was right. The principal of Summit School, an alternative K-8 school in North Seattle, approached him when he heard that he was interested in teaching.
“It’s a perfect opportunity,” Kidd said. “The music program is just getting started. These are kids who, for one reason or another, find themselves in this school with a different approach. It seems like a good fit for me. And finally, I’ll get to do something authentic–something that feels true.”
Mighty idealistic words from a man who’s making a left turn off the road to fame. But then, I always did suspect that a dreamer lurked behind Trey Kidd’s posing as the nihilistic lover of the absurd.
Prompt for May 21: “Write A Story As A News Report,” from StoryADay.org.