One slow Tuesday at San Francisco's Purple Onion, an unidentified singer walked in during an open audition, played four songs, and vanished before anyone caught his name. One of them, Nick Reynolds recalled, was "almost exactly the way we do it" — the arrangement of "Tom Dooley," which sold three million copies in 1958, though the song's real paper trail runs through a North Carolina banjo picker, not that vanished stranger. Bob Shane, Dave Guard and Reynolds had met as college students, moonlighting in beer bars; Shane later admitted he'd started out billing himself as "the first-ever Elvis impersonator." Cleaned of the politics that had gotten the Weavers blacklisted, their close harmonies turned folk music into a fraternity-house craze and, in time, a commercial template the next folk generation would use to eclipse them. "We never called ourselves folk singers," Shane said. Everyone else did it for them.
Nick Reynolds drew no line between the two groups. Asked in 1987 whether he could hear the Weavers' fingerprints on the Trio's own arrangements — two guitars and banjo braided around close harmony — he didn't hesitate: "Oh, absolutely, and songs like Wimoweh." Earlier in the same conversation he'd already called the Weavers "my absolute favorites," the group whose records he and Bob Shane wore thin before either of them owned an instrument that wasn't a bongo.
listen forOn "Wimoweh," the Weavers trade a hypnotic repeated chant back and forth across tight three- and four-part harmony, each voice answering the last over a driving, unchanging pulse. The Kingston Trio's "M.T.A." borrows that same call-and-response instinct and points it at a joke: banjo and two guitars roll under blended voices trading lines about a man stuck riding Boston's subway system forever, the vocal blend doing the work an orchestra would do for anyone else.
Before the Kingston Trio had a name, its whole songbook came from two record collections. "Our repertoire consisted of half Weavers, half Harry Belafonte," Nick Reynolds said of those earliest gigs, when he had only bongos and a conga drum to play — no guitar yet — and Belafonte's calypso records supplied the other half of the sound. Dave Guard even billed an early lineup as "Dave Guard and the Calypsonians," chasing the same wave Belafonte had made a national craze.
listen forBelafonte's "Day-O" rides a loose, syncopated calypso lilt built for a crowd to shout back at, the "Day-o!" hook engineered as pure call-and-response. The Kingston Trio's "Zombie Jamboree" takes the same rhythmic bounce and vocal trade-off and plays it for a wink instead of Belafonte's warmth — banjo standing in for steel drum, but keeping the same easy, danceable lope Reynolds said the group learned straight off Belafonte's records.
Frank Proffitt learned "Tom Dooley" as a boy — the first song he remembered his father picking on the banjo — and when folklorist Frank Warner recorded him singing it in 1940, that field tape carried the melody into Alan Lomax's 1947 songbook and from there to the Kingston Trio's rewrite. Proffitt had no idea until he caught the Trio performing "his song" on his new TV, and wrote to Billy Faier, a folksinger he corresponded with: "They clowned and hipswung... I began to feel sorty sick. Like I'd lost a loved one. Tears came to my eyes. I went out and bawled on the ridge."
listen forThe 1940 field recording Frank Warner cut of Proffitt singing "Tom Dooley" survives at the Library of Congress but was never commercially released, so there's no way to cue it up here. What's audible instead is everything the Kingston Trio's producers added on the way to a hit: a deadpan spoken introduction, a four-string banjo picked at a relaxed, swinging tempo far from a mountain ballad's flatter delivery, and the tight three-part harmony that turns Proffitt's grim family history into a singalong chorus.