Unraveling a mystery: Where is Bing Crosby's storied denim tux?

Unraveling a mystery: Where is Bing Crosby's storied denim tux?

Updated 11:06 pm, Sunday, August 17, 2014

Carolyn Schneider's quest to track down an unusual tuxedo that belonged to her uncle - the legendary Bing Crosby - has become a hobby bordering on an obsession.

In a dossier in her Las Vegas home are documents, photos, newspaper clippings and other evidence, clues in a puzzle she has been putting together over the past decade.

"I guess I watch a lot of murder mysteries or something," she said. "It's kind of a detective story."

At the heart of the story is a one-of-a-kind piece of clothing with a singular backstory - a double-breasted denim tuxedo jacket that Levi Strauss and Co. gave Crosby in 1951 to right a wrong.

Schneider's search for the suit, and her certification by Levi's as a forensic expert on the garment, are a tribute to a man with whom she feels deeply connected.

She knows that she may never locate it. But Schneider hopes her exhaustive investigation will at least iron out what she sees as rampant wrinkles of misinformation.

"I've met some very interesting people and heard some very interesting stories," she said. "But I want the truth - the truth of the jacket."

Uncle Bing

Schneider, who declined to reveal her age, grew up in Alameda and went to San Jose State on Crosby's dime. After graduating, she lived with him in Los Angeles, while briefly considering a career in acting.

Her affection for her uncle inspired her to write "Me and Uncle Bing," a book published in 2002 that details growing up knowing the celebrated crooner and actor.

But it wasn't until 10 years ago - well after Crosby's death in 1977 - that Schneider set her sights on the tuxedo.

In doing so, she dug into how her uncle got the jacket, a story that went viral decades before the Internet and endures as part of Levi's folklore.

Legend has it that sometime in early 1951 - when Crosby's fame was at an all-time high - he and a friend were on a fishing trip near Vancouver, British Columbia.

When the two went to get a room at a local hotel, they were turned away because Crosby, whom the clerk didn't recognize, was wearing a dingy denim jacket.

The hotel manager, though, spotted the star, apologized and offered a room.

The tale traveled all the way to San Francisco, prompting Levi's to make the singer a custom, Western-style, double-breasted denim tuxedo jacket, complete with a riveted boutonniere, made from the iconic red tabs that flag the back of Levi's jeans.

It was a statement by the company that denim could be appropriate for any occasion.

On June 30, 1951, local dignitaries presented Crosby with the jacket at the Silver State Stampede, a rodeo in Elko, Nev.

"As Bing's career and fame grew, he became interested in property, especially ranch property," Schneider said. "Once Bing bought those ranches, he became involved with the community. He was considered a friendly fellow rancher."

Popular figure

Crosby was so well-liked in the small cattle town that he had been made honorary mayor and presented a key to the city in 1948.

At the rodeo, Elko's mayor, Dave Dotta, also got a jacket from Levi's. On the inside of each tux was an oversize leather patch signed by the president of the American Hotel Association.

The patch was a "notice to hotel men everywhere," which entitled the wearer "to be duly received and registered with cordial hospitality at any time and under any conditions."

The event was a publicist's dream.

Soon the story - along with pictures of Crosby wearing the jacket - was printed in newspapers around the country.

Paramount Pictures was set to release the star's newest film, "Here Comes the Groom," and executives jumped at the chance to parlay the press into promotion.

A month later, the film premiered at the Hunter Theater in Elko, and standing proudly out front was Crosby in his denim tux. After the premiere, though, the jacket disappeared.

But as the picture opened in other cities around the country, Levi's urged its retailers to exploit the story by sending them promotional window displays with replica tuxedo jackets, each with the leather patch that said, "Presented to Bing Crosby."

The jackets, Schneider said, were supposed to be shipped back to Levi's, but few were.

Over the years, she said, the replicas circulated around the world - one traveling to Japan and another to England. She ended up with one herself.

The sad truth

Many owners knew the story about Crosby and the Vancouver hotel, and after looking at the patch figured they had his jacket. At the time, few understood there were replicas.

Schneider's job has been to break their hearts.

She said she could pick the real jacket out of a lineup of look-alikes - and was even ordained as an expert by a former Levi's historian.

"Mrs. Schneider is eminently qualified to examine any Bing Crosby tuxedo jacket and determine its authenticity," reads a letter given to her by Levi's.

But Schneider won't say how exactly she can identify her uncle's jacket, explaining that she fears someone might alter it. Several replicas have been auctioned on eBay for thousands of dollars.

So far, Schneider has contacted more than a dozen people with jackets, including a museum in Elko that has the original tuxedo given to Dave Dotta.

Detective work

As part of her investigation, she either tries to see a jacket in person or asks the owner to send her detailed photos of the front, back and inside.

"I would love for you to have Bing's jacket, but what you have is a replica," Schneider recently told Rex Allen Jr., son of famed Arizona singing cowboy Rex Allen.

"Generally speaking, the owners are not happy to hear from me," she said, "because they love Bing."

One such fan and jacket owner is troubadour and cowboy folk hero Ramblin' Jack Elliott, who lives in Nicasio in Marin County and turned 83 this month.

"I've always been utterly charmed by (Crosby's) rather relaxed way of wording and singing his songs," Elliott said. "It sort of makes you want to tap your foot and smile."

Elliott was given his jacket as a present from a friend who used to deal antiques. In 1995, he wore it to perform at the Grammys in Los Angeles, where he accepted the award for best traditional folk album.

'It looked splendid'

"It looked splendid and it used to fit me. Now it's a little tight on me," he said. "Its made out of old-fashioned, tough, thick denim the cowboys used to wear."

Schneider spoke briefly on the phone with Elliott a number of years ago, and asked for pictures of the coat - but he never sent her any. For all she knows, he might have her uncle's original denim tux.

This year, Levi's reissued the jacket with a limited run of replicas. A display set up at Levi's headquarters in San Francisco mimics the Silver State Stampede stage where Crosby was first presented with his jacket.

Schneider hopes her search ends soon - so she can track down her uncle's famous jacket before more people come out of the woodwork falsely claiming to have the original.

She is adamant that she has no interest in possessing the tux. She simply wants to set the record straight, and she clearly takes pleasure and comfort from the adventure.

Schneider hopes whoever has the jacket is taking good care of it.

"It's become," she said, "kind of a holy grail for me."

Evan Sernoffsky is a San Francisco Chronicle staff writer. E-mail:esernoffsky@sfchronicle.com Twitter: @EvanSernoffsky

http://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/Unraveling-a-mystery-Where-is-Bing-Crosby-s-5694622.php

Happy 83rd, Ramblin' Jack by Lauren Daley

Raise what you're drinking to the last cowboy.

The last of the rail-riding poets.

Ramblin' Jack Elliot -- the living link between Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan -- celebrated his 83rd this weekend.

Happy birthday, Jack.

I've been lucky enough to see Ramblin' Jack twice now, including at the 2013 Newport Folk Festival, where, he surprised Beck on stage to duet on Jimmie Rodgers' "Waiting For A Train." He hobbled on stage in his dusty boots, his skinny legs clad in pale blue jeans, wearing his signature bolo tie, flannel shirt and ten-gallon hat.

It didn't look like he planned it, either -- he had a Poland Spring bottle in his hand that he didn't put down, and when he couldn't raise the mic, the octogenarian knelt down to sing on his knees.
It was an epic moment for everyone there, including Beck, who said after Jack left the stage, 
"Well that was an honor. I think I'm done now."

I saw Jack for the first time back in 2011. I covered his concert at a southeastern Massachusetts venue for my music column:

He wore almost exactly the same outfit, and his hour-long set included an incredible rendition of Tim Hardin's "If I Were a Carpenter," "House of the Rising Sun," a cover of Bob Dylan's "Don't Think Twice (It's Alright)," Woody Guthrie's "1914 Massacre," and "Falling Down Blues."

Of course, you don't earn a name like "Ramblin' Jack" without being a talker. Jack can talk.

Throughout the evening, he had the audience gathered 'round and listening like kids listening to a wise ol' granddad.

He told us tales of meeting Woody Guthrie, singing with Bob Dylan, and a Tall Tale about sneaking into folk singer Tim Hardin's house disguised as a house painter.

"It was a hoax, so I could get right up there on the ladder and look down his throat, to see how he sang and learn how he played," Jack told the crowd.

He had a sore throat and allergies, and the night was also peppered with one-liners like: "Thanks for clapping. If I heard someone sing like I just sang, I'd head for hills." And, "I'm not a music-lover, thank God. I like dogs, boats and trucks."

The irony, of course, is that Jack Elliott loves music more than almost anyone.

He's the kid who ran away from his Brooklyn home at 14 to join the rodeo and learned his guitar from a real live cowboy.

In 1950, he sought out Woody Guthrie, moved in with the Guthrie family and rode the rails with Woody from the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters.

Woody Guthrie, it seemed, had a magic that captivated young folkies, and made them want to be just like him.

Bob Dylan, as we know, imitated the way Woody walked, talked and dressed. But before him, Jack Elliott was so enthralled with Guthrie that he absorbed the inflections and mannerisms, leading Guthrie to remark, "Jack sounds more like me than I do."

In 1954, Jack journeyed through Appalachia, Nashville and to New Orleans to hear authentic American country music. In 1955, he got married and traveled to Europe, inspiring a new generation of budding British rockers -- from Mick Jagger to Eric Clapton -- with his American cowboy folk repertoire.

When he returned to America in 1961, he met another young folksinger, Bob Dylan at Woody Guthrie's bedside, and mentored him.

In 1995, Ramblin' Jack received his first of four Grammy nominations and the Grammy Award for Best Traditional Folk Album, for South Coast (Red House Records). In 1998, President Bill Clinton awarded Jack the National Medal of the Arts.

According to Jack's Web site, at age 80, he's "still on the road, still seeking those people, places, songs and stories that are hand-crafted, wreaking of wood and canvas, cowhide and forged metal. You'll find him in the sleek lines of a long haul semi-truck, in the rigging of an old sailing ship, in the smell of a fine leather saddle."

The lucky roomful of people at the Narrows Center who saw him saw a living legend and a true entertainer.

As Bob Dylan said in his "Chronicles: Volume One:"

"Most folk musicians waited for you to come to them. Jack went out and grabbed you... Jack was King of the Folksingers."

Here, here.

 

Ramblin' Jack Elliott to the Mid West

Look for dates to be posted in days....for Jack's tour of the mid-west coming soon!

Feature: Ramblin' on with Ramblin' Jack A Marin musical legend rolls on down the road

Posted: Thursday, July 24, 2014 9:00 am

Not so long ago, many American boys dreamed of becoming cowboys—but of course few really did. Teenager Elliott Charles Adnopoz of 1940s Brooklyn, however, made his dream come true, running away from home to live the cowboy life. While that career choice didn't last too long, it influenced the rest of his life, as he evolved into Ramblin' Jack Elliott, a true American musical hero—often called an icon, a living legend and a pioneer. All of which he is.

Ramblin' Jack has lived in West Marin for well over two decades. He was born on August 1st—his birthday is next week—at least eight decades ago, but as he notes below, he is now "aging backwards." Hearing and seeing him play his guitar and sing, one tends to believe him. He still tours consistently, but given that airports drive him "crazy," his travels tend to be literally on the road, as he has been famed for since the 1950s. And all that traveling means that he's had memorable encounters and friendships with many renowned figures—some of the most famed in modern American culture. Yet Jack himself remains about as down-to-earth a guy as one could ever meet, more prone to talk about transmissions and horses than anything else—although he'll talk about just about anything.

His musical career has been up and down, with fame first garnered in the 1960s, then a fallow period, then a resurgence with his first Grammy for his album South Coast in 1995—for best traditional folk album—and then another, for best traditional blues album, in 2009 for A Stranger Here. But despite his collection of Grammy awards, he still sails a small boat on Tomales Bay.

*****

So, how does a nice Jewish boy named Elliott Adnopoz from New York City become a folk legend named Ramblin' Jack Elliott?

Well, I've been nice, but I wasn't very Jewish. My dad was a doctor and the phone was always ringin' all night long and he was running out on house calls to deliver babies and such. When I was 9 I saw a rodeo in Madison Square Garden and when Gene Autry came splashing in on his horse through a disc of white paper with his hat, saddle and spurs and came galloping around the arena, that was it for me. I was a cowboy in my heart from then on.

And soon you were gone on the road yourself ...

In September 1945 the war had just ended and I was 14 and I heard hoof beats on the street and it was a real cowboy. Not long after, I took off with a couple of poets, hitchhiking, and at a truck stop a driver had room for only one person and I took it and never saw them again.

How long were you gone that time before your parents started looking for you? There's a "missing person" sign your parents made that says: "May be on a ranch. Parents not opposed to him staying on ranch."

You think they wanted to get rid of me? They were tired of me roping the furniture. Anyway, with the cowboys I found I lived on flapjacks and one old rodeo clown knew my folks were lookin' for me and said: "If you stay here you will end up being a cowboy, but if you go to high school and get your dee-ploma you can do anything, including being a cowboy." So I went home and thanked my parents for inviting me back.

How'd you pick up the guitar?

I was just strumming a bit, but when I went back I got more serious about it.

And then something very important happened in your life, about 1951—you met Woody Guthrie. His daughter once said you became his closest friend.

I was hanging out in Greenwich Village—this is a very unromantic story; I wish I could say I met Woody changing trains in a yard in Omaha, or something—but I'd heard from other singers he was not feeling very good already, and called him up. We spent a lot of time together over the next few years, did some travelin', and sang a lot of songs together. He was a great influence and some of his songs are some of the greatest poetry describing man's inhumanity and with some good ideas on how the world could maybe be a better place to live. He was the Walt Whitman of the working man, and he thought the communists had some good ideas and that caused him some trouble, but they wouldn't really have him, as he was a bit too sloppy of dress.

Around then, I heard that Jack Kerouac read the entire manuscript of On the Road to you. How long did that take?

Three days and three bottles of wine. I think he had a thing for my girlfriend. He came around many times to visit, along with other authors and poets.

Well, somewhere it says that both Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg thought you were the one who was very good at stealing other guys' girlfriends ...

Those writers were very biased, you know.

Then you got married and moved first to Hollywood and then to London ...

We got to London in 1955 and were in and out of there for six years, with my wife Jan—I mean June—I crossed wives there; Jan's another wife ... we had a great time traveling around Europe on a Vespa motor scooter. Anyway, back in London they had these big tabloids and I recall seeing one reading, "FILM STAR DIES," and it was one of June's ex-boyfriends, a cat named James Dean who was just starting out. I'd met him some and serenaded him some in his white Porsche—the first Porsche in America—and the one he died in here in California.

And when you got back to New York, there was this early 60s "great folk scare" scene going on ...

That's right, but I wasn't aware of it as such; when you are in the middle of something it's not like it was on TV or something.

And there was this other nice non-Jewish boy named Bob Zimmerman, or Dylan, around. He was a young kid who wanted to be a singer.

Yeah, Bob had just hitched in from Minnesota, to see Woody as much as anything, and was only 19 years old. I was there too, so we met.

In his book Chronicles, Dylan wrote, after he heard one of your records: "Damn this guy was great ... he was so confident it made me sick ... Elliott was far beyond me ... I'd have to block him out of my mind, forget this thing, tell myself I hadn't heard him and he didn't exist. He was overseas in Europe, anyway, in a self-imposed exile. The U.S. hadn't been ready for him. Good. I was hoping he'd stay gone." It sounds like you gave the young Dylan an existential crisis!

I didn't mean to—I'd never heard of him yet at that point. But later I learned his song "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" from his record, over a bottle of Cutty Sark—the one with the clipper ship on the label—stuck in a nice warm cabin in a snowstorm for three days—that was some kind of speed record for me, as it usually takes me three to six months to learn a song. And, when it thawed out we drove my 1950 Chevy truck motorhome up to New York City where they were having an open mic with all sorts of folksingers, would-be folksingers and has-beens, with my pals Dave Van Ronk, Peter and Paul—Mary was out shopping I believe—and I thought I'd get up on stage, as the previous singer had been booed off the stage. I sang "Don't Think Twice" and Bob was there, and it's dark in there with only a little light sort of glinting off his halo and he said: "I relinquish it to you." I'd never had anything relinquished to me but it's one of my favorite songs ever since.

Van Ronk wrote in his book that your parents finally came to see you play around then and your mom loudly said: "Look at those fingers—such a surgeon he could have been!"

Yeah, sometimes they never let up on all that ...

You kept on recording through the 60s and into the 70s, and then reunited with Dylan for his 1975 "Rolling Thunder Revue" tour, with Ginsberg, Sam Shepard, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, Roger McGuinn, all sorts of people, and some of Dylan's greatest performances.

That was great fun. There was too much whiskey. And there was a filmmaker doing a modern-day fairytale—a very long one ...

That was Renaldo and Clara, Dylan's notoriously baffling four-hour flick. After that you started recording in earnest again, and things seem to have taken off for you, and you wound up with Grammys in both folk and blues ...

Bob Dylan wrote me a letter of introduction to the great John Hammond Sr., who had signed Bob to Columbia Records and had practically discovered everybody from Bessie Smith to Billie Holiday to a long list, a charming man who I'd never met ... Bob wrote: "Dear John, I want to introduce Ramblin' Jack Elliott, who is my long-lost father ..." etc., full of such nonsense. Obviously I'm not old enough to be Bob's dad; I'm only 10 years older. It was great. And John's son played on one of my records—in fact Dylan played harp on one, too, but couldn't use his real name so he was "Tedham Porterhouse." That record has just been reissued on vinyl, called just Jack Elliott. I think I've done at least 20 LPs all total.

By 1998 you were in the White House getting the Presidential Medal of the Arts from President Bill Clinton. After all your hard traveling, what was that like? How was the food?

The food was very good, once we got to it. I didn't really know what to say to him. I don't really rehearse such things, I just kind of blurt it out, hoping that it's gonna be true. Now, I'd had one solid bourbon in the Abraham Lincoln Room and then two glasses of red wine before the dinner came and I got a little bit carried away—I get patriotic when I'm drinking and they were playing "America the Beautiful" and I was singing along "A-MERrrrica ..." and my wife Jan was a bit embarrassed. She looked over at the presidential table where Clinton was sitting with Gregory Peck, but Clinton and he were just grinning with me. I was singing along with the United States Marine Marching Band. I don't know if they have a recording of that one.

Your latest record came out in 2009, called A Stranger Here and it is fantastic, with a wonderful band, recorded in a basement once owned by the widow of President James Garfield in Los Angeles, produced by Joe Henry with guys from Los Lobos and such, and is mostly blues-based songs.

I had little to do with putting that one together, actually. I listened to about 15 of the wildest and greatest old blues songs the record company guy had recommended, only some of which I'd heard and only one of which I already knew [how] to play. I just sort of took a musical bath there and let the music flow by as I listened to them, and then when I went down to Pasadena and met the guys and [we] started playing together I just thought: "Oh, OK, this is gonna be no problem, no worries. In fact, it's gonna be great."

And it sure was. I think Joe Henry writes in the liner notes: "How many people in the seventh decade of their musical career are making the best music of their life?" It's just incredible stuff.

Well, I thank you. And him.

I bet you've never counted, but how many songs do you think you know?

Hmm, I did count way back once when I was a kid, and I probably knew more than 300. Woody wrote 2,000 of 'em. I only know about 25 of his now I think. But Woody once wrote a long, long ballad about The Grapes of Wrath called "Tom Joad" and he put the whole big fat book into about 14 verses of a song. He later received a letter from John Steinbeck who was very pissed off and wrote: "You little son of a bitch, it took me 600 pages to say what you did in that one song!"

How did you end up living in West Marin?

Well, I first came here right after I met Woody, and he told me to go across the street from the hospital, where he was sick, to meet his wife and kid. I then drove out in a car, and I've always loved boats ... [Here Jack launches into a long involved technical description of boats, sailing and trucks with many names and dates, more about Woody Guthrie, touring with Cat Stevens and getting his favorite guitar stolen, all of it fascinating ... but never gets back to West Marin—but does demonstrate how he got his lifelong nickname "Ramblin'."]

OK then; we can see now why Kris Kristofferson said about you: "I never heard anyone so enchanting on subjects I didn't give a damn about."

Well, I do sometimes get carried away on subjects and forget what I was talking about. Pete Seeger was singing me "Happy Birthday" backstage at the Newport Folk Festival and I saw the cake and it said "80" on it and I thought: "Never been there, ain't going there"—so I double-clutched, got it into reverse, and I'm going backwards now, and I'm 78 now, goin' on 77. It's the best decision I ever made. And I still go out on tour just to get cat food and diesel fuel—I like trucks, and the sound of trains and trucks, horses snortin' ... and some music. I'll keep making it as long as they let me. And then some.

http://www.pacificsun.com/news/feature-ramblin-on-with-ramblin-jack/article_9fe14208-1345-11e4-b1ed-001a4bcf6878.html

Woody Guthrie 'audio walking tour' of NYC being released as 3-disc set (stream a track)

The late, great folk singer Woody Guthrie called NYC home for 27 years, and that portion of his life will be celebrated with a new three-disc album, My Name Is New York, on September 23. According to a press release:

Featuring new interviews with luminaries like Pete Seeger (in one of his final interviews), Woody's son Arlo Guthrie, and Ramblin' Jack Elliott, as well as with Woody's many other friends and family, the first two discs take listeners on a virtual tour of the city as Woody experienced it through visits to 19 locations. They include the boarding house on 43rd Street where "This Land Is Your Land" was written; the Greenwich Village apartment that The Almanac Singers -- an all-star folk collective included Guthrie, Seeger, Lead Belly and Josh White - called home; and his home on Coney Island, where Woody tirelessly composed over 100 songs, and was eventually laid to rest.

 

The collection also includes a bonus music disc featuring an array of Guthrie's NYC songs, including the first recording of "This Land Is Your Land"; two previously unreleased home demos he recorded in the city, including the song that gave the set its name and a duet with Sonny Terry; and five premieres of previously unpublished lyrics from a variety of artists, from contemporaries to younger musicians following in his tradition.

You can stream one of the tracks (via Rolling Stone) with the tracklist
http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2014/07/woody_guthrie_v.html

Ramblin' Jack is Back!

Thanks to everyone who saw Ramblin' Jack Elliott on his whirlwind tour of New Mexico, Arizona, Texas and Louisiana - ending in Los Angeles attending his daughter Aiyana's re-release - with the assistance of the Sundance Institute - of the digitally re-mastered "Ballad of Ramblin' Jack" - now available on Netflicks and Amazon platforms.

Happy 4th of July - look for dates in the fall for Ramblin' Jack to come to the mid-west soon! 

News From Frontlines On The Road

Catch up on the latest from Ramblin' Jack's tour-Windy Good Times at the ABQ Folk Festival

The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack Film Remastered Release

The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack film featuring Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger and more, is coming in HD! This newly remastered version will be celebrated at the film's premier, June 27th at Cinefamily in Los Angeles. Presented by director Aiyana Elliott, the showing will be followed by a performance from Ramblin' Jack himself! 

Ramblin' Jack is On His Way to Texas & Beyond!

Hey Ramblin' Jack fans !

Jack is on his way on tour to Arizona, Texas, Louisiana and Arizona - just check the website for dates - and don't miss him! 

He's also going to attend a screening of his daughter's film "The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack" for it's re-release and then ending the tour in at McCabe's in Santa Monica the 28th.  Safe travels Jack!!

 

'Ballad of Ramblin' Jack Re-Issued This Month & More Tour Dates!

Don't miss the opportunity to see Jack's daughter's newly re-cut and digitally re-mastered

"Ballad of Ramblin' Jack" film on all digital platforms May 20th, 2014. 

See release below and also check out all the new tour dates in May  and June!

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"A loving, affecting documentary.  Throughout Elliott sustains a wistful, funny monologue that imparts his own particular brand of wisdom.  He's a master storyteller, and it's easy to get caught up in the spell of his words."

                                                                                   -  Michael Agger, The New Yorker

Dear Friends, 

When The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack was first released in 2000, it won a Special Jury Prize at Sundance, the Documentary Award at SXSW and the IFP Documentary Achievement Award.  Yet since it's release the film has fallen out of distribution.  Because of the amazing critical acclaim for the film and the many Folk Luminaries who appear in it,  I wanted to create a NEW version that would stand the test of time.  I have just completed a major Restoration which includes New Photographs, Re-Mastered Footage and overall Superior HD IMAGE.  

The Sundance Institute and Cinedigm are re-launching the film for streaming on MAY 20th!  
For the first time ever The Restored Ballad of Ramblin' Jack inow available on iTunes.  Help us preserve this vital film by Passing the Word & Pre-Ordering yours today! 
I was blown away when I unearthed these amazing reviews.   Read em a weep---AE

"A devastating portrait.  Compellingpoignanttouching and acutely perceptive."

 -Stephen Holden, The New York Times

"The deep human element of the film is honestbluesy and full of emotion."

 -Chris Riemenschneider, Austin Chronicle

"Anyone with any feeling for American music should see this film.  Basically everyone should see this film."

 -Jeff Wells, Park City Confidential

"**** (Highest Rating.)  Extraordinary A rich and absorbing chronicle of an iconoclast.  Seamlessly woven with compelling footage is entertaining, and often eloquent commentary.  With humor and honesty, Aiyana Elliott presents both sides of Jack Elliott.  The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack is an important chronicle of American music.  Any audience that craves authenticity, and is frustrated by the synthetic formulas that pass for so much art today, will be invigorated by this entertaining and original film."

-Loren King, Boston Globe

"Excellent!  In The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack the grace of forgiveness shines through with such clarity, with such genuine appeal, you may actually emerge from the theatre a better person.  Don't miss it."

-Jamie Hook, The Seattle Stranger

"Two thumbs up!"

 -Roger Ebert and Richard Roeper,

"***1/2 *.  Extraordinary and remarkably humorous.  Affectionate, honest, vivid."

-Gene Wyatt, Nashville Tennessean

"Dynamic, emotionally compelling and interesting visually.  This movie is so good it hurts, and so hurtful it's funny; but funny in a tragic way, though not too terribly tragic."

-Mike McGonigal, New York Press


"Fascinating.  The home-video footage deliciously captures the folk-revival period."

-Tom Scanlon, Seattle Times

"One of the best documentaries of the year.  Aiyana Elliott has crafted an extraordinary portrait of an American original as well as a beautiful story of a daughter trying to come to terms with her distant father.  An amazing wealth of archival footage,  a film of universal poignancy."

-Glenn Whipp, Los Angeles Daily News

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