This 
                is a very well played and very well sung collection of these folksongs 
                in, for the most part, Irish or Australian versions, many dealing 
                with "The Great War."  
              
 
              
Joe 
                Baldassarre has been playing guitar for over 40 years, and his 
                idea of fun is getting up on stage and accompanying a soloist 
                by sight reading on the guitar directly from a figured bass harpsichord 
                part. He is, of course, "classically trained" however 
                he has also received lessons from prominent jazz guitarists. He 
                is personally committed to the idea that music is to be shared, 
                and performs in public every chance he gets, for a few bucks if 
                possible, or, what the hell, for free. Besides his solo performances 
                in every style and the classical flute & guitar duo "Camerata," 
                he leads a jazz band, a rock group, and a renaissance band. His 
                local presentations demonstrating the multitude of instruments 
                crafted for him by his father are memorable events. Ever wanted 
                to hear live a vihuela, a chitarra, or an oud? Or compare the 
                sounds of various styles of guitar and lute?  
              
 
              
Considering 
                how many disappointing vocal/guitar folksong disks there are, 
                it’s necessary to list a few things that aren’t on this disk. 
                First, the guitar is there as much as it needs to be, but is not 
                overshadowing the vocal. Baldassarre hardly has to prove his virtuosity. 
                The guitar sound is live and natural, and there is no overdubbing 
                or amplification*. Second, well, some folk song singers have so 
                much vocal style you could slice it and serve it 
                with mustard. Baldassarre sings the notes and the words (in plain 
                American English) and lets the music speak for itself. Considering 
                that some of these songs are not a load of laughs, the temptation 
                is there to over dramatize or try to pump up the emotion, but 
                the words themselves, clearly presented, do what is necessary; 
                in fact a little understatement can be far more effective. So 
                here are no howling, no wailing, no sobbing, and no put-on rustic 
                accents which in the end just make it harder to hear the words. 
                 
              
 
              
Here 
                is the kind of folk-song album we wish we had a lot more of.  
              
 
              
* 
                The Bells of Rhymney only has three overdubbed vocal tracks. 
                 
              
 
              
Paul 
                Shoemaker