tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80265032428437103262024-03-13T04:39:46.086-07:00Ploughmyth InternationalPrimal Sounds from the Proximal WildernessSedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-76342136291393988542013-06-15T03:41:00.000-07:002013-06-16T01:58:44.788-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This Soundcloud page (click above image) is devoted to the work of outsider minimalist / experimental electronic composer & improviser Hermione Harvestman (1930 - 2012). As prolific as she was (wilfully) obscure, her music resides in its meticulously archived abundance, unheard by all but a few close friends and members of the congregation of a small Roman Catholic church in rural Durham where she played the organ between 1967 and 1995, regularly featuring one of her sacred 'Concrete Psalm Tones' in lieu of organ music during Holy Communion or The Adoration of the Cross on Good Friday. She also composed music for several amatuer theatrical productions - the best of which being the starkly evocative & exquisite medieval miniatures she produced for 'The Durham Pilgrims' in 1972 which takes its cue from Chaucer. A devout Roman Catholic all of her life (up until her illness and death), Hermione nevertheless incorporated elements of Folklore, Medievalism, Paganism, Astrology, Earth Mysteries and Cosmology into her world view, viewing her compositions in terms of personal devotions to the various aspects of her life, the vast majority of which were never meant for public consumption. In her own words: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>'It may sound conceited, but no other music appeals to me as much as the music I make on my own. Therefore I do not seek an audience for it, nor do I do it purely for pleasure. Music is a necessity I face on a daily basis - I think of it mostly as a curse - it haunts my dreams, and insists on being made corporeal. The only way I can get it out, is to record it. Recording is part of the musical process. Recording is an exorcism. Recording is the containment of demons so I might keep them like imps in jars and revisit them, at a distance, once the trauma of their creation has passed.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>'It would, I feel, be supremely arrogant to expect anyone else to listen to my music when I have so effectively rejected the music of others. I have listened to medieval music, folk music, classical music, popular music. experimental music - but only in passing, as part of the general ambience of the culture in which I find myself. I have studied music in theory and practise and upon graduation I rejected it wholesale as being of no interest or relevance to me whatsoever, and yet its influence and inspiration persists in my life to such an extent I can't help but respond to it. In my life I have haunted folk clubs and libraries of both Folk Song and the sacred and secular music of the middle ages, always seeking the pure heart of the thing, as might the Theologian, digging as deep as one can to touch the very bedrock of this thing we call music.'</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A classically trained concert pianist from the age of four, she abandoned the piano at 26, when, in 1956, she was introduced to the Clavivox - an early sequencer-cum-synthesiser keyboard invented by Raymond Scott. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>'This was my epiphany - it one stroke it solved all my problems with regard to Western Tonality. Increasingly, I was drawn to monophonic music and modality, but I was ill prepared to join the elite who called themselves Folk Musicians or Early Musicians; bourgeois sub-sects striving for an authenticity so enamoured of a certain mindset which I'd never been able to relate to. Neither was I too enamoured of Atonal Experimentalism. The music I heard in my heard was far richer than that, somehow - at least it was to me. I dreamed of hurdy-gurdies - of drones and monophonic keyboards playing parallel 3rds, 4ths and 5ths. In reality, hurdy-gurdies sounded ghastly (with significant exception). On hearing the Clavivox I heard the music that dreamed of astrological continuities between ancient music and future possibilities; it touched the essence of what music was at its most primal - that of both the planets of the Pyramids; that of the stars and Stonehenge.'</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In her home (a remote small-holding in rural County Durham which she shared with several dogs, cats, pigs, geese and goats) she set up an ever evolving studio which would be regularly upgraded as new technologies came along. In the last decade of her life, much of her time was devoted to the transfer of analogue tape-stock to the digital mediums she embraced wholeheartedly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>'I feel like Alfred Wainwright - we are both solitary ramblers - he made his books so he could look at them when he was no longer physically capable of rambling his beloved Lakeland Fells. In a similar way I have made my music as the accompaniment of my dotage - my declining years when I'm no longer inclined to compose, but to listen - as I do - endlessly - surrounding myself with my compositions in an atmosphere of smiling pride. Did I really do that? My goodness - the gift becomes all the more precious as I have gifted it to myself. So transferring all these old tapes and cassettes and copying them onto CD-R, MP3 and i-Pod has become a revelation - but only unto myself and maybe one or two others, but no more.'</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two things about Hermione's music are worth pointing out here. The first is that, although immersed into various new technologies (in which she viewed redundancy with wry delight), she completely eschewed the idea of multi-tracking. The second thing is that all of her music is completely improvised.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>The music starts with silence, it comes from nothing, I might begin by establishing a drone, or an ostinato, for this I employ a sequencer, tape loops together with various echo, delay and reverb units to effect the landscapes of a particular piece. The process is as simple and intuitive as it is completely organic. In this intuitive landscape melody is introduced on the synthesiser. I might reference melodies from medieval music and folk song, but always intuitively. I work with monophonic modes, mostly using only the white notes, often using parallel 4ths and 5ths by way of an entirely improvised organum. I have tried multi-tracking but it lacks the immediate energy for me. I think of it as Temporal Spontaneity where all things exist in their own space and time. It's a sort of purity, a way of simplifying music process which to me can sound overly prescriptive, over-wrought and quite terrifyingly bland. The bland does terrify me - from the machined landscapes of our once beautiful countryside to the culture of reductive normalcy which has reduced us to a nation of cretins. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I first met Hermione in 2003 following the minor stroke that landed her in the nursing home where by chance I was doing a short residency in my guise as Storyteller. It was here, over the space of five days, she slowly opened up to me, letting me in on the secrets of her hermetic world view and the music that was so much a part of that. I assisted her with the daunting task of digitising her analogue archive for easier access, but she resisted by suggestions of seeking a wider audience for her work for several years until after a second, more serious stroke after which she agreed to permit some of her music to be made available following her death. To this end she selected 12 albums worth of material edited from her wider archive, from which she edited two hours to be uploaded onto Soundcloud the year after her funeral.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hermione Harvestman passed away on the last day of May 2012; her funeral was held on the 7th of June. This page, and its accompanying blog, was begun exactly a year later. There are no photographs of the reclusive Hermione, though she was a keen photographer, surrounding herself with indistinct images of trees, landscapes, rivers and medieval carvings along with countless postcards gathered from museums and galleries over the years, all of which she used as a visual inspiration for her music. All the images here are taken from this visual archives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you find something in this music which, I feel, is as familiar as it is utterly strange; the work of an eccentric, for sure, but such idiosyncrasy is worthy of our enduring attention and, indeed, affection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sedayne. June 2013. </span></div>
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The fiddle part was field recorded in a wee medieval chuch somewhere
near Dunstable on the morning of Sunday the 16th of September 2012, in
passing, on a Zoom H4; the drone part was added on the morning of
Thursday the 20th of September in the Barley Temple, Lancashire in real
time against the (mostly) unedited fiddle improvisation. The theme is
an old one - Harvest Myth - which came to me in a dream some 24 years
ago. In the dream I worked in the fields with my ancestors, and this
was the melody of their work song, which I made a recording of soon as I
woke up. It's been with me ever since, revisited some years by way of
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The image comes from Whipsnade Zoo, nearby, later on the 16th. I
love the colours and patterns of autumn, but the older I get I find
myself shrinking more & more from the coming darkness. This music,
poised on the equinox and anciently dreadfilled with the prospect of
winter, is but one way of dealing with it...</div>
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Sedayne : violin / shruti box / drone : ka-pro, doromb, birds, beasts, flanger, delay, overtone flute.</div>
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Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-66559454248363738772011-12-16T06:44:00.000-08:002011-12-16T06:47:40.500-08:00Rapunzel & Sedayne : WINTERFLORA 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reukgvzx8N8/TutYGKC4yvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bUTW-Pkn_OY/s1600/DSCF0192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reukgvzx8N8/TutYGKC4yvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bUTW-Pkn_OY/s320/DSCF0192.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;">WINTERFLORA is an annexe to to main <a href="http://soundcloud.com/rapunzel-and-sedayne">Rapunzel and Sedayne Soundcloud Page</a> on which we're going to feature Songs of Light for the Dark Season, both from the archives and as we record them by way of session and rehearsal over the next few weeks.We'll be featuring them in our up coming gigs so there'll be some cross overs along the way, but as ever in different versions, all brightly shining and dusted down to bring a bit of sparkle to the proceedings...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">There will be a WINTERFLORA CD-R featuring different versions of some of the material featured here.We'll be selling these at gigs, but if you'd like a copy message us at:<a href="mailto:winterflora@sedayne.co.uk" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> winterflora@sedayne.co.uk</a></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Recorded as during rehearsals for our Ballad gig at the Morpeth Northumbrian Gathering 2011, for which we were graced by pipe tunes by Matt Seattle and a very enthusiastic audience. Some of the gig was filmed, hopefully soon it might make its way onto YouTube - for now here's a new version of Sedayne's very old setting of The Wee Wee Man by way of redux and renewal. Picture courtesy of Ross Campbell, Rylands Library, Manchester, though the credit goes to Ann Breadin for having the idea in the first place...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rapunzel & I were singing this together long before we actually spoke, circa 1994, and I'd been singing it since hearing Jim Eldon sing it a few years before that. As with the Wee Wee Man this is by way of redux and renewal because it never comes out quite the same way either, being a vehicle for further invention, arrangement and improvisation. Here Rapunzel uses her electro acoustic guitar, and Sedayne plays his wee Black Sea Fiddle, complete with real-time loopy drones from the Kaossilator as all dissolves into a dreamy haze, although this was December 2011, from rehearsals for our Sheffield gig, so the winter winds are suitably chill (as they were in snow-bound Sheffield). The picture comes from earlier that Autumn, along the River Wyre by Skippool Creek which is one of our favourite haunts, tides permitting. There's a version of this on <b>Songs from the Barley Temple</b> which will be released on Folk Police later in the year; similar but different; change being the heart and soul of the broader continuities what we still might call Folk Music...<br />
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</div></div>Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-25033257005747319012011-04-21T03:22:00.000-07:002011-04-21T05:45:23.762-07:00Sedayne : Headland (Over the Hills) : April 21st 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UD9iVp5m_uI/TbAEVglk4xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vXSHoBUoKTY/s1600/DSCF5117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="269" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UD9iVp5m_uI/TbAEVglk4xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vXSHoBUoKTY/s320/DSCF5117.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
This started as a version of Over the Hills and Far Away, but I dropped the vocal track and let the vistas open out into pure ambient revellry. As it stands it becomes a piece of sea-side ambience inspired by lazing around the beach of late on tranquil sunny days looking over to Black Combe & Barrow-in-Furness from Cleveleys (click on above picture for the bigger view). Essentially an improvisation on 5-string violin (C-string tuned up to D) with electric bass ostinato and various ambient drones & bleeps on the Kaossilator, the piece becomes a hommage to minimalism with obvious debts to be acknowledged to the Penguin Cafe, the Soft Machine, Gong and the Third Ear Band...<br />
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</div>Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-56584700293429135442011-02-22T06:51:00.000-08:002011-02-22T09:53:44.744-08:00An Oblique Parallax of English Speaking Folk Song - Part One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This is the first of what will be an ongoing series in which I'll be approaching Folk Songs from the English Speaking Tradition in a way that might be unfamiliar to those used the orthodox approach to such things but which nevertheless reflects a lifetime of singing, researching, loving & living the songs themselves. That said, the inner-aesthetic here reflects not only the overall modality of the Traditional Idiom from which these songs arose, but the rusticity that was their natural habitat which distorts and obscures as an essential aspect of the hoary patina such material has acquired over the ages.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Recorded : Friday 18th February 2011 - kaossilator / microcube / accursed viol & singing</div><div style="text-align: center;">Realised : Tuesday 22nd February 2011 - filters / Ableton Live</div><div style="text-align: center;">Photography : The Stalls of Manchester Cathedral, Saturday 12th February 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is an improvisation recorded entirely live using 4 large diaphragm condensers - two for the amplifier & two for the viol & voice. As with the initial improvisation, the secondary processing occured in real-time using the various filters & vinyl distortions of Ableton 3. The piece is extended over a duration of 16 minutes, the first 11.40 of which are entirely instrumental, after which the song is intoned to an improvised melody in approximation of the given (traditional?) melody. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">I am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad and I am most wonderful poor.<br />
Oh, indeed I intend my life for to mend and to build a house down on the moor, me brave boys<br />
And to build a house down on the moor.<br />
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The farmer he do keep fat oxen and sheep in a neat little nag on the downs.<br />
In the middle of the night when the moon do shine bright, there's a number of work to be done, me brave boys. There's a number of work to be done.<br />
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Then I'll roam all around in another man's ground and I'll take a fat sheep for my own.<br />
Oh, I'll end his life by the aid of my knife and then I will carry him home, me brave boys,<br />
And then I will carry him home.<br />
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And my children will pull the skin from the ewe and I'll be in a place where there's none.<br />
When the constable do come, I'll stand with my gun and swear all I have is my own, me brave boys.<br />
And swear all I have is my own.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><pre style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"></pre><pre style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(Source: Various, including A L Lloyd, Folk Song in England; presumably, therefore, traditional)</pre><pre style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86V9s5fqri4/TWPNVpHaebI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mWbVfppGWzo/s1600/parallax-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86V9s5fqri4/TWPNVpHaebI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mWbVfppGWzo/s320/parallax-d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><pre></pre></div>Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-11001739754514330832011-02-17T13:11:00.000-08:002011-02-17T13:12:58.582-08:00Dark Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOiLbkOLrys/TV2NycJ9fzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ItwMMa_AwKc/s1600/Dark+Season.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOiLbkOLrys/TV2NycJ9fzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ItwMMa_AwKc/s320/Dark+Season.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://soundcloud.com/sedayne/dark-season-30-1-11">DARK SEASON</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Sedayne : January 2011 : accursed viol / electric bass / kaossilator / filters</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-64091613122419102122011-02-03T13:02:00.000-08:002011-02-05T03:53:31.101-08:00Sedayne on Soundcloud<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TUse40lZrcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mddA5Fl2Hhk/s1600/sedayne-30-1-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TUse40lZrcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mddA5Fl2Hhk/s320/sedayne-30-1-11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TUsXkJoFjuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_YwKGtJM2UA/s1600/Barley+Temple+-+30-1-11+-+Sedayne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>There's a few Sedayne tracks up at Soundcloud to listen or free-download with more to follow in due course. Including:<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Dragon's Den</b> (Ragas & Pastourelles, 2010) - kaossilator driven Third Ear Band tribute with pocket trumpet, accursed viol & doromb<b>.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Folk Fusion Tumour</b> (Ragas & Pastourelles, 2010) - real-time ambient electronica for two kaossilators & Ableton Live.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Acres of Self-Regarding Wank</b> (AKA <b>Death Masque)</b> (Sonatas & Ostinatos, 2010) - extended Gothica improv for violin, bass guitar & kaossilator continuo; gets good after the 11-minute mark.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Eventyr</b> (Unreleased) - bucolic domus improv on a home-made overtone flute.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Winter Pastoral</b> (Winter in Purgatory, 2010) - old style acoustic modal raga & free-form hedge-laying by way of Auld Lang Syne, with citera, violin, overtone flute, birds, pocket trumpet, bells, fowler calls, frame drum etc. etc.</div><br />
Check them out at the link below:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://soundcloud.com/sedayne">Sedayne at Soundcloud</a></span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The YouTube film is a visual record of this improvisation, though what you hear on the soundtrack is altered by the inclusion of extraneous real-time modifications (filters, reverb, delay, distortion) realised using Ableton Live, the full-length audio of which is available as an MP3 by clicking the link below:</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/443768645/The_Music_of_Erich_Zann.mp3">Sedayne : The Music of Erich Zann : January 2011</a> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This post dedicated to Lord Loomis, Sir Ashliegh Grove and the various other Gentlemen of the No. 9 Club. </span></span></div><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lord Thomas : AKA Fair Ellender / The Brown Girl : Child #73</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> </b>(From the singing of Mrs Pearl Brewer of Pocahantas, Arkensas as collected by Max Hunter in 1958.) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>Child Owlet : AKA Childe Owlet : Child #291</b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(From the singing of Sally Bee / In Our Lady's Name, April 2010, though where she got it from I've no idea.)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Ballads have always held a certain fascination for me - a darker sense of narrative drama akin to that found in Soap Opera albeit reduced to its more immediate inter-personal essence, such as #73 which features a plotline worthy of EastEnders where the Nut-Brown girl knifes her rival having realised she's been wed out of fiscal convenience - confirmed when her husband cuts of her head and smashes it against a wall. In such a setting his repentant suicide seems a tuch mawkish , unlike #291 which has our eponymous hero being offed in fine old style to preserve the good name of his entirely unrepentant randy aunt. Word is Prof Child had his doubts about its <i>authenticity</i> though conceded there was merit in the last two verses. Seems even the good Professor was of the opinion these things grew on trees and were gathered from the hedgerows by witless peasants entirely innocent of the sort of cunning that could free-style such a thing at the drop of a hat. In this, of course, my belief is that he was sorely mistaken. Although these things are pretty fixed now (in point of collected reference or revival arrangement) they seem to have been quite fluid in their natural habitat, both as an overall objective tradition and with respect of the subjective performer many whom would never sing a song the same way twice. The knack of free-styling such stuff is lost to us today, but these performances are free enough to embody that spirit if only in a musical sense. In both I improvise an ostinato using the Kaossilator (a hand held phrase looping synth which does away with the tyranny of the keyboard with an X-Y pad) thus creating an ambient wash over which to sing the ballad. The swinging fiddle stunt is simply to provide visual appeal fore & aft to save me the bother of editing the things. Maybe I'll start doing this in future performances, providing landlords don't object to me fixing a hook in their bending beams....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sedayne, The Fylde, UK, Thursday 20th January 2011 </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-63114908640511391432010-12-25T05:51:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:03:08.669-08:00Asinaria Festa (Xmas 2010)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TRX1Iu3ak5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PZ7pKQDrad8/s1600/sheffield-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TRX1Iu3ak5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PZ7pKQDrad8/s320/sheffield-1.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/440646473/ASINARIA_FESTA_-_23_25_-12-10.mp3">SEDAYNE : EVT : ASTINARIA FESTA </a></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's some music for the season as realised by Sedayne & Eleanor's Visceral Tomb 23-25th December 2010 in celebration of the Primal Dark Heart of Winter; freely gifted until January 1st 2011. Two levels of inspiration here - the first is the <b>Medieval Feast of Ass</b> (Asinaria Festa) in which clerics inverted the sacred scheme by way of Ritual Reversal in a veneration of general Misrule, and the second is <b>Eddie Waring</b>, the 15-minute Help Yourself classic from the legendary <b>Christmas at the Patti </b>album as realised by The Manband & Friends at The Patti Pavilion, Swansea, on 19 December 1972. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Have a good one. Sedayne. 25th December 2010.</div><br />
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<div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rapunzel & Sedayne (aka Venereum Arvum)</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>~ Purveyors of Songs & Ballads from the English Popular Tradition ~</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rachel McCarron</b> : singing, electric & acoustic guitars & frame-drum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sean Breadin</b> : singing, kemence, citera, crwth & drones** </span><br />
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(download link: 31st December 2010 - January 7th 2011) <br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.yousendit.com/download/RlRwVWRwMHdmVGF4dnc9PQ">Owld Grye & Harp Song </a></span></b><br />
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</div>(download link: 31st December 2010 - January 7th 2011)<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.yousendit.com/download/RlRwVWRzNDI1aWF4dnc9PQ">Gower Wassail & Robin Redbreast's Testament</a></span></b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We recorded these in the Barley Temple on 1st & 6th December 2010 by way of rehearsal sessions for our gig in Sheffield Robber's Dog Folk Cub on the 11th. So, four songs as two medleys :</div></div><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">The Owld Grye Song (Poor Old Horse)</span> </b>- from the singing of Jim Eldon, as collected at the Appleby Horse Fair. We were singing this together before we ever spoke to each other, so it carries a special charge for us- the very cornerstone of our repertoire these past 11 years and still yielding fresh fruits each time we do it; always different always the same.<b style="color: red;"> Harp Song of the Dane Women</b> - Peter Bellamy's setting of the Rudyard Kipling poem which we recorded for the forthcoming <b><i>The Oak Ash & Thorn Project</i></b> CD on Folk Police Recordings though we've elvolved it a good deal since, largely on account of ongoing harmonium problems, necessitating that Rachel use her new guitar which gives it a very different feel. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">The Gower Wassail</b> - which is well known, finding its way into the revival from the singing of the legendary Phil Tanner, aka The Gower Nightingale; we've tried to go for the traditional <i>al-di</i> choruses, but the revival <i>fol-di</i> creeps in there too - all part of the Folk Process no doubt. <b style="color: red;">Robin Redbreast's Testament</b> - this is less well known, existing in various versions (a fine one is to be found in <b><i>The Faber Book of Popular Verse</i></b> which no bookshelf should be without) ; what the source is here I couldn't say although the version here is somewhat edited*. The melodic setting is Rapunzel's and the arrangement fluid enough that it never comes out the same way twice. The instrumental dance interludes are improvised according to the rhymthic modality of the songs; and whilst the <i>crwth</i> is a Northern European bowed-lyre associated with Wales, we're not making any claims to traditional Welshness in using it on <i>The Gower Wassail</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">* For a complete rendering of this song, check out our album<i> <b>A Pentacle of Pips</b></i><b> </b>(2009) available as a download from Folk Police Recordings, and on CD-R from Reverb Worship. Another version features on our forthcoming Folk Police album <b><i>Songs from the Barley Temple</i></b>. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>** The drones here are an electronic shruti box and a Korg Kaossilator heard ambiently with respect of the music; all was realised in real time, such as the random twittering towards the end using setting S71 on the Kaossilator.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And whilst we're on here's last year's version of <i>Gower Wassail</i> with the visuals:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sedaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05983357814875879194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026503242843710326.post-28411608365034906812010-11-16T05:31:00.000-08:002010-11-20T17:07:47.001-08:00The Stones & Trees of the Small Palace - 30th Anniversary<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TOKaXUZWqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pxm1FzbCMI4/s1600/Stones%2526Trees-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QIAjYIIZID8/TOKaXUZWqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pxm1FzbCMI4/s320/Stones%2526Trees-a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The eagle-eyed will have spotted <b><i>Dedicated to the Stones & Trees of the Small Palace</i></b> inscribed on the play-out groove of the <i><b>Masstishaddhu Shekinah</b></i> album released on United Dairies in 1988. Less difficult to spot is the same dedication on Dr Pagan Pond's cover design of the Psychedelic Pig CD re-issue of 2000, where it features with a satisfying prominence respectful of the source which inspired the Masstishaddhu seance one freezing night in winter of 1987 in a Mithraeum on the north bank of the River Tyne.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some six years earlier, in the January of 1981, two of the Masstishaddhu musicians took part in another seance which resulted in <i><b>The Stones & Trees of the Small Palace</b></i> released thereafter in a cassette-only edition, all copies of which were feared lost in the mists of time or otherwise absorbed back into the ancestral mold from which they sprung. However, we are delighted to report one copy has lately come to light, and in celebration of its 30th anniversary an MP3 edition has been realised has been uploaded for free access. No attempt has been made to clean up or otherwise enhance this hoary artefact other than to attend to a couple of dodgy edits on the original master; all is heard in its original lo-fi glory.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The line-up for the session was given the name Gathering Cries (after the gathering cries of the Northumbrian clans as given in <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/denhamtractscoll01denhuoft" style="color: #f1c232;">The Denham Tracts</a> of Northumbrian folklore in 1892) and features a basic trio of B. Sedayne (flutes / hand drum / hummel / voice / musical direction), M. Watson (cello / flutes / voice) & P. Howe (gongs / bells) with contributions from S. Smith (voice on Part Three) and T. Breadin (guitar on Part Seven).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The music comprises a sequence of ten tracks reflecting the influence of free improvisation, folk & medieval musics after the fashion of the Third Ear Band which remains the closest comparison. Using hand-made bamboo flutes, ethnic percussion, antique Scandinavian zither and 'cello, they range from bleak atonal dronescapes to spirited modal dances, taking a notion of the folk aesthetic without referencing any folk material per se. This not music of <i>revival</i>, but of <i>renewal</i> in its most vivid sense; all the music is improvised, organic & spontaneous, though within the overall musical vision of the MD of which <i><b>Stones and Trees </b></i>respresents the first steps in a 30-year musical journey. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Stones & Trees of the Small Palace - January 1981</b> </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431200311/Stones___Trees_-_A.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part One (5.43)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431206493/Stones___Trees_-_B.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Two (3.26)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431206961/Stones___Trees_-_C.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Three : Gathering Cries (4.44)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431207218/Stones___Trees_-_D.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Four (3.13)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #f1c232;"><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431207899/Stones___Trees_-_E.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Five (8.49)</a></b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431228499/Stones___Trees_-_F.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Six (9.29)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431229486/Stones___Trees_-_G.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Seven (9.12)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431230026/Stones___Trees_-_H.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Eight (4.36)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431230302/Stones___Trees_-_I.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Nine (0.50)</a> </b></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/431230563/Stones___Trees_-_J.mp3">Stones & Trees - Part Ten (1.38)</a> </b></span></div><br />
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