01 CHRIS WOOD - Caesar
02 COLM MURPHY - Lord Gordon's_Kiss the Maid Behind the barrel
03 CRAOBH RUA - Campbell's Mill
04 FELPEYU - Los Fayeos de Mayo
05 LLAN DE CUBEL - Ya Con Esto Alon
06 LLAN DE CUBEL - Cantar Del Ayeran Que Perdio La Guerra
07 LLANGRES - Castandiello
08 ANDY IRVINE - Oslo-Norwegian Mazurka
09 LIAM O'FLYNN - Te Humors Of Carrigaholt Set
10 LAU - Sea Sea-The Lemon Slice
11 THE MERRY BAND -A GLINT AT THE KINDLING AND SELECT WRITINGS
12 KATE RUSBY - Elfin_knight
13 JOHN DOYLE - The Cocks are Crowing
14 JOHN DOYLE - Maesters of the Irish Guitar - Reels
Miércoles, 12 de Octubre de 2011
01 ALTAN - Dún Do Shúil
02 ALTAN - Mo Ghaoil
03 BERT JANSCH - the first time ever i saw your face
04 BERT JANSCH - One for Jo
05 BERT JANSCH - Silver Raindrops
06 BERT JANSCH - if i were a carpenter [ and albert lee]
07 LED ZEPPELIN - Black Mountain Side
08 BERT JANSCH - blackwaterside
09 simon & garfunkel - Scarborough Fair
10 MARTIN CARTHY - Scarborough Fair
11 MICHAEL MCGOLDRICK - My Mind Will Never Be Easy - Baby Rory's Slip Jig
12 DERVISH - Slip Jigs
13 MARTIN CARTHY - The Maid and the Palmer
14 MARTIN CARTHY - A Question of Sport
16 MUIREANN NIC AMHLAOIBH - Is Fada Liom Uain Í
Miércoles, 05 de Octubre de 2011
01 MICHAEL MCGOLDRICK - Mickey's Reels
02 MICHAEL MCGOLDRICK - Waterbound
03 FLOOK - Kalamantinos
04 FLOOK - Larry Get Out of the Bin_Elzic's Farwell
05 SEAN DOYLE - The Flower of the County Down
Close to Banbridge town in the County Down on a morning in July,
Down a loanin' sweet came a girl so neat, that I smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so bright with a step as light as the lep of a spring-time Hare,
That I closed my eyes in a wild surprise, to make sure I was standing there.
chorus---
Sure from Scrabo Hill through to Lisnadill and from Comber to Newry town,
There's no girl so neat as that damsel sweet, she's the flower of the County Down.
She'd an eye as lush as a clockin' thrush and such light in her nut brown hair,
That the words I had in my mouth went mad and I stood with my heart all square.
As I onward sped, sure I shook my head and say's I to a passer-by,
"Who's that girl so neat with the twinkling feet?" and I waited for his reply.
chorus
Sure from Scrabo Hill....
To that spot next day, sure I made my way and along came this lovely flower,
At the charming sight sure my heart took flight like a lark in the mid-day hour.
But I stood my ground and I quickly found on my smile she in no-ways frowned,
And such words I said, I will soon be wed, to my flower of the County Down.
06 ANDY IRVINE (The Gathering) - There's Sure To Be A Row
I'm a poor unhappy married man I such an awful wife
Tae please her I do all I can but still she plagues my life
If I do everything that's right she'll find some fault somehow
And If I just stay out all night there's bound tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I just stay out all night there's bound tae be a row
She wakes me in the morning in an auwfy cruel way
She kicks me out upon the floor not a hard word do I say
I have to wash my stockings, my shirts and fronts, I vow
And if I don't wash her's as well there's bound tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I don't wash her's as well there's bound tae be a row
She's taken in a lodger, he's single by and by
I've had tae get out the double bed and on the sofa lie
He gets the meat, I get the bones,that don't seem right somehow
And if I dare say half as much there's bound tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I dare say half as much there's bound tae be a row
Now she sometimes has a party for some friends who dine at eight
And I've tae hurry hame from work tae be on time tae wait
And as they order me about if I don't scrape and bow
And say "yes sir" and "thankee please" there's bount tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And say "yes sir" and "thankee please" there's bound tae be a row
And when I take my wages hame after working all week
I turn her every ha'penny o'er but still she has the cheek
To give me tuppence for myself for that I have to bow
And if I spend it all at once there's sure to be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I spend it all at once there's bound tae be a row
07 GRYPHON - The Unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"My breast is cold as clay,
My breath is earthly strong,
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
You days they won't be long."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where we were want to walk,
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk."
"when will we meet again, sweetheart,
When will we meet again?"
"when the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."
08 FUREY BROTHERS - Peggy and the soldier
09 ELIZA CARTHY - Turpin Hero
On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er
I spied a lawyer riding before.
“Kind sir,” said I, “are you afraid,
Of Turpin, that mischievous blade?”
I hid my money in my boot”
The lawyer says, “There's none can find,
I hid my gold in my cape behind.”
As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still;
Says he, “Your cloak I must cut off,
My mare she needs a saddle cloth.”
This caused the lawyer much to fret
To see how simply he'd been took,
But Turpin robbed him of his store
Because he knew he'd lie for more.
On Hounslow Heath as I rode out
I spied a lawyer riding about;
“Now sir,” I said, “Run all you can
From Turpin that mischievous man.”
I hid my money in my boot”
Well then says he lawyer, “There's none can find,
My gold, for it's stitched in my coat behind.”
As they rode down by the Powder mill
Turpin demands him to be still;
“Now Sir, your coat I will cut off
For my mare she needs a new saddle cloth.”
As Turpin rode in search of prey
He spied a taxman on the way;
And boldly then he bid him stand,
“Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”
Oh Turpin then without remorse,
He knocked him quite from off his horse;
And left him on the ground to sprawl
While he rode off with his gold and all.
As Turpin rode on Salisbury plain
He met Lord Judge with all his train;
And hero-like he did approach
And robbed that Judge as he sat in his coach.
Oh Turpin he at last was took
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock,
And carried straight into jail
Where his bad move he does bewail.
Well Turpin is condemned to die,
To hang upon yon gallows high;
Whose legacy is a strong rope,
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock.
10 ANDY IRVINE - The Demon Lover
11 FLOOK - Wrong Foot Forward
12 FLOOK - Flatfish
13 FLOOK - The Dub Reel
14 JUNE TABOR - Reynard the Fox
15 SWEENEY'S MEN - Reynard the Fox
On the first day of March in the year of ninety-three
The first recreation was in this country
The King's County gentlemen o'er hills, dales and rocks
They rode so joyfuly in search of a fox
Tally-ho, hark away, tally-ho hark away
Tally-ho, hark away me boys away, hark away
When Reynard was started he faced Tullamore
And Arklow and Wicklow along the sea shore
We kept his brush in view every yard of the way
And it's straight he made his course for the street of Rosstrade
For Reynard, sly Reynard lay hid there that night
And we swore we would watch him until the daylight
Next morning early the hills did resound
Of the sweet smell of horses and the sweet cry of hounds
When Reynard was started he faced to the hollow
Where none but the footmen and hounds they could follow
The gentlemen cried "Watch him, watch him, what will he do?
If the rocks do not stop him he will cross Killaloe"
When Reynard was captured his wishes to fulfill
He sent for pen and paper and ink to write his will
And what he made mention of, we found it no thank
For he gave us a cheque on the National Bank.
"Oh to you, Mr Casey, I leave my whole estate
And to you, Mr Johnson, my money and my plate
I give to you, Sir Monaghan, my whips, spurs and cap
For you jumped hedge and ditches and ne'er looked for a gap."
-------------------------------------------------------------
recorded by Sweeney's Men on "1968"
This is a completely different song than REYNFOX. As this fox
here seems to be quite human and is chased through the bigger
part of Ireland. I assume that it is a parody based on some
long-forgotten political affair in Ireland, but I really don't
know for sure.
16 THE TWO DUOS QUARTET - Through Lonesome Woods
02 MICHAEL MCGOLDRICK - Waterbound
03 FLOOK - Kalamantinos
04 FLOOK - Larry Get Out of the Bin_Elzic's Farwell
05 SEAN DOYLE - The Flower of the County Down
Close to Banbridge town in the County Down on a morning in July,
Down a loanin' sweet came a girl so neat, that I smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so bright with a step as light as the lep of a spring-time Hare,
That I closed my eyes in a wild surprise, to make sure I was standing there.
chorus---
Sure from Scrabo Hill through to Lisnadill and from Comber to Newry town,
There's no girl so neat as that damsel sweet, she's the flower of the County Down.
She'd an eye as lush as a clockin' thrush and such light in her nut brown hair,
That the words I had in my mouth went mad and I stood with my heart all square.
As I onward sped, sure I shook my head and say's I to a passer-by,
"Who's that girl so neat with the twinkling feet?" and I waited for his reply.
chorus
Sure from Scrabo Hill....
To that spot next day, sure I made my way and along came this lovely flower,
At the charming sight sure my heart took flight like a lark in the mid-day hour.
But I stood my ground and I quickly found on my smile she in no-ways frowned,
And such words I said, I will soon be wed, to my flower of the County Down.
06 ANDY IRVINE (The Gathering) - There's Sure To Be A Row
I'm a poor unhappy married man I such an awful wife
Tae please her I do all I can but still she plagues my life
If I do everything that's right she'll find some fault somehow
And If I just stay out all night there's bound tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I just stay out all night there's bound tae be a row
She wakes me in the morning in an auwfy cruel way
She kicks me out upon the floor not a hard word do I say
I have to wash my stockings, my shirts and fronts, I vow
And if I don't wash her's as well there's bound tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I don't wash her's as well there's bound tae be a row
She's taken in a lodger, he's single by and by
I've had tae get out the double bed and on the sofa lie
He gets the meat, I get the bones,that don't seem right somehow
And if I dare say half as much there's bound tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I dare say half as much there's bound tae be a row
Now she sometimes has a party for some friends who dine at eight
And I've tae hurry hame from work tae be on time tae wait
And as they order me about if I don't scrape and bow
And say "yes sir" and "thankee please" there's bount tae be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And say "yes sir" and "thankee please" there's bound tae be a row
And when I take my wages hame after working all week
I turn her every ha'penny o'er but still she has the cheek
To give me tuppence for myself for that I have to bow
And if I spend it all at once there's sure to be a row
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row
And if I spend it all at once there's bound tae be a row
07 GRYPHON - The Unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"My breast is cold as clay,
My breath is earthly strong,
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
You days they won't be long."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where we were want to walk,
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk."
"when will we meet again, sweetheart,
When will we meet again?"
"when the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."
08 FUREY BROTHERS - Peggy and the soldier
09 ELIZA CARTHY - Turpin Hero
On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er
I spied a lawyer riding before.
“Kind sir,” said I, “are you afraid,
Of Turpin, that mischievous blade?”
- Chorus (after each verse):
- O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O
I hid my money in my boot”
The lawyer says, “There's none can find,
I hid my gold in my cape behind.”
As they were riding past the mill
Turpin commands him to stand still;
Says he, “Your cloak I must cut off,
My mare she needs a saddle cloth.”
This caused the lawyer much to fret
To see how simply he'd been took,
But Turpin robbed him of his store
Because he knew he'd lie for more.
On Hounslow Heath as I rode out
I spied a lawyer riding about;
“Now sir,” I said, “Run all you can
From Turpin that mischievous man.”
- Chorus (after each verse):
- O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O
I hid my money in my boot”
Well then says he lawyer, “There's none can find,
My gold, for it's stitched in my coat behind.”
As they rode down by the Powder mill
Turpin demands him to be still;
“Now Sir, your coat I will cut off
For my mare she needs a new saddle cloth.”
As Turpin rode in search of prey
He spied a taxman on the way;
And boldly then he bid him stand,
“Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”
Oh Turpin then without remorse,
He knocked him quite from off his horse;
And left him on the ground to sprawl
While he rode off with his gold and all.
As Turpin rode on Salisbury plain
He met Lord Judge with all his train;
And hero-like he did approach
And robbed that Judge as he sat in his coach.
Oh Turpin he at last was took
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock,
And carried straight into jail
Where his bad move he does bewail.
Well Turpin is condemned to die,
To hang upon yon gallows high;
Whose legacy is a strong rope,
For the shooting of a dung-hill cock.
10 ANDY IRVINE - The Demon Lover
11 FLOOK - Wrong Foot Forward
12 FLOOK - Flatfish
13 FLOOK - The Dub Reel
14 JUNE TABOR - Reynard the Fox
15 SWEENEY'S MEN - Reynard the Fox
On the first day of March in the year of ninety-three
The first recreation was in this country
The King's County gentlemen o'er hills, dales and rocks
They rode so joyfuly in search of a fox
Tally-ho, hark away, tally-ho hark away
Tally-ho, hark away me boys away, hark away
When Reynard was started he faced Tullamore
And Arklow and Wicklow along the sea shore
We kept his brush in view every yard of the way
And it's straight he made his course for the street of Rosstrade
For Reynard, sly Reynard lay hid there that night
And we swore we would watch him until the daylight
Next morning early the hills did resound
Of the sweet smell of horses and the sweet cry of hounds
When Reynard was started he faced to the hollow
Where none but the footmen and hounds they could follow
The gentlemen cried "Watch him, watch him, what will he do?
If the rocks do not stop him he will cross Killaloe"
When Reynard was captured his wishes to fulfill
He sent for pen and paper and ink to write his will
And what he made mention of, we found it no thank
For he gave us a cheque on the National Bank.
"Oh to you, Mr Casey, I leave my whole estate
And to you, Mr Johnson, my money and my plate
I give to you, Sir Monaghan, my whips, spurs and cap
For you jumped hedge and ditches and ne'er looked for a gap."
-------------------------------------------------------------
recorded by Sweeney's Men on "1968"
This is a completely different song than REYNFOX. As this fox
here seems to be quite human and is chased through the bigger
part of Ireland. I assume that it is a parody based on some
long-forgotten political affair in Ireland, but I really don't
know for sure.
16 THE TWO DUOS QUARTET - Through Lonesome Woods
Andy Irvine - Argentina Tour. Noviembre 2011
Actualización de Abril del 2013. Andy y Renz estuvieron en el programa promocionando el recital de El Bolsón. En ese momento, no subíamos los audios al blog. Como ahora sí los subimos, me parece interesante ilustrar esta entrada con ese programa. 30 de noviembre del 2011
Una “leyenda viviente” del Folk Celta de Irlanda, con una carrera artística que se expande desde mediados de los 60’s hasta la actualidad. Una propuesta imperdible para los amantes de la música.
Cuando uno ve a Andy Irvine tocar en vivo, lo primero que se le viene a la cabeza es: “este tipo tiene dos cerebros… es imposible tocar lo que él toca y cantar a la vez!” Uno no está viendo a alguien que simplemente se acompaña con su instrumento para cantar sus canciones. Es la forma en que estas canciones están arregladas, lo sencillamente magistral. Melodías en contrapunto se entretejen con la melodía principal, rememorando los diseños celtas medievales que acostumbramos a encontrar en libros como “The Book of Kells”.
En una entrevista, confesaría que su secreto es “no concentrarse demasiado en ninguna de las dos cosas”. Una mentira piadosa para ocultar la fría verdad: el hombre tiene dos cerebros… Los casi cincuenta años que lleva sobre los escenarios fueron moldeando su estilo, y él admite que ya no “es tan complicado como solía serlo de joven”... aunque sigue deslumbrando de la misma forma.
Para cualquier “entendido en la materia”, sólo basta con decir que Andy Irvine vuelve al país en Noviembre del 2011. Esta vez, al igual que en el 2004, junto al multi-instrumentista holandés Rens var der Zalm.
Para los que no lo conocen, haremos el inutil esfuerzo de resumir su carrera en unas pocas líneas.
En los años 50’s, como muchos de los jóvenes de su generación en Irlanda e Inglaterra, es atrapado por el “skiffle” (música folk influenciada por el jazz y el blues, con claras raíces norteamericanas) A partir de ese momento deja su precoz carrera de actor y se dedica por completo a la música.
En 1966, forma su primera banda: “Sweeney’s Men”. Ya desde el principio, esta banda es reconocida como un punto de partida muy importante para el “folk revival” que se daría luego (en 2007 ingresa al “Hall de la Fama” de Fiddler’s Green. Co.Down - Andy como solista ya había ingresado en el 2001). Es con esta banda que el “bouzouki” entra en escena. Se trata de una especie de laúd de origen griego, al cual, en Irlanda, le adaptan la afinación y la forma para que se ajuste a las necesidades de la música folk. Hoy, es un instrumento tan popular en muchísimos países de Europa, que es difícil de creer que su historia en la música celta es tan reciente.
En 1971, forma “Planxty” junto a Donal Lunny, Christy Moore y Liam O’Flynn. La totalidad de los músicos folk de Irlanda, reconocen en ella a un hito en la historia de la música del país. El impacto que tuvo Planxty en las generaciones jóvenes fue enorme. Algún periodista escribió alguna vez que es comparable a lo que hicieron los Beatles para con la música pop. Comentario para nada exagerado. Grabaron 6 discos de estudio, se separaron y se volvieron a unir tres veces, siendo la última en el 2004, en donde durante varias noches y con la sala repleta, grabaron un DVD y un CD que captura los inolvidables momentos de esa tercera reunión. Ese mismo año se estrenó un documental de TV sobre la banda (“No Disco”) y se editó un libro (“The humors of Planxty”) con su biografía.
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| "The Humors of Planxty" de Leagues O'Toole |
En 1976, graba junto a Paul Brady, un disco considerado antológico: “Andy Irvine & Paul Brady”. Tanto es así que un tal Bob Dylan grabó versiones propias de dos temas de esa placa.
En los 90’s forma otra de las bandas fundamentales del folk irlandés: “Patrick Street”. Con esta formación, ya lleva 10 álbumes grabados y aún hoy siguen haciendo giras por todo el mundo.
En el 2004, crea “Mozaik” (“la banda de mis sueños”, dijera Andy en una entrevista). Con esta formación, fusiona los tres tipos de música que lo han marcado a lo largo de su vida: el folk de EEUU, la música de Europa del Este, y por supuesto, el folk de Irlanda.
También en el 2004, es convocado para participar de un disco a beneficio: “The Wildlife Charity Album”. Para ese proyecto, entre otras figuras sobresalientes de la música, también fue invitado Ian Anderson (cantante y flautista de la reconocida banda inglesa “Jethro Tull”) quien pidió expresamente participar en “cualquier tema que haga Andy” La canción en cuestión fue “Moreton Bay”.
En el 2010, edita su último trabajo solista “Abocurragh”, producido por su inseparable compañero de ruta Donal Lunny, quien toca en todos los temas del disco. Este trabajo, recibió acalorados elogios por parte de la crítica especializada y la canción “The deamon lover” fue elegida como la mejor canción folk del 2010 por la BBC de Londres.
Rens van der Zalm (violín, guitarra y mandolín), quien lo acompaña en esta gira por Argentina, es uno de los miembros de Mozaik, aparte de ser uno de los músicos de sesión mas requeridos de Holanda, y con una historia musical que comienza en los años 70’s.
Acá hay dos canciones con Rens van der Zalm. No puedo "incrustar" estos videos en el blog, por eso dejo los links
http://www.abc.net.au/local/videos/2011/04/06/3183857.htm
http://www.abc.net.au/local/videos/2011/04/11/3187805.htm
Las Fechas:
Viernes 18 y Sábado 19 de Noviembre
en el Centro Cultural Borges, Buenos Aires, Capital Federal.
Viernes 25 y Sábado 26 de Noviembre
en Estación Araucanía, San Carlos de Bariloche
Viernes 2 de Diciembre
en Azucar Pub, Islas Malvinas 2771, El Bolsón
Las entradas para el C.C.Borges, se pueden comprar on-line:
http://www.plateanet.com/Obras/andy-irvine-en-concierto
Para info o reservas en Estación Araucanía (Bariloche) dirigirse a:
Av. Bustillo Km 11,500 - San Carlos de Bariloche - Tel: (02944) 448-286
También estarán dando talleres en Buenos Aires en Belgrano Studio
También estarán dando talleres en Buenos Aires en Belgrano Studio
Mail para consultas: info@belgranostudio.com.ar
La escuela está en Ciudad de la Paz 876, barrio de
Belgrano, en la Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires, Argentina. El teléfono es 4784-3141.
Miércoles, 21 de Septiembre de 2011
Hoy un programa dedicado en (casi) su totalidad a Alba
01 TANNAS - O ho na ribeannan - Sean triubhas - Faca tu saor an t-s
02 KAREN MATHESON - Laoidh Fheachair Eoghainn(1)
03 CATRIONA MACDONALD - Return to the Stewartry
04 THE BATTLEFIELD BAND - Brisk Young Lad
05 THE WHISTLEBINKIES - Selection of Scottish Folk Dances
06 ARCHIE FISHER - Ettrick
recreo?
07 KELTOI (BRASIL) - Estreliña do Luceiro
Acá hay un video. Lamentablemente no tiene buena calidad, pero no encontré nada mejor...
08 GUILLERMO GOMEZ (ARGENTINA) - choux pastry heart (cover)
09 GUILLERMO GOMEZ (ARGENTINA) - magica razón del sueño (Desatavientos)
10 ALASDAIR FRASER - Sally Mo Ghradh
11 KORNOG - Helen of Kirkconnel
12 THE TANNAHILL WEAVERS - Logie O' Buchan
13 ROBIN WILLIAMSON - Rothesay Bay
14 TONY MCMANUS - The Johnstown Reel
01 TANNAS - O ho na ribeannan - Sean triubhas - Faca tu saor an t-s
02 KAREN MATHESON - Laoidh Fheachair Eoghainn(1)
03 CATRIONA MACDONALD - Return to the Stewartry
04 THE BATTLEFIELD BAND - Brisk Young Lad
05 THE WHISTLEBINKIES - Selection of Scottish Folk Dances
06 ARCHIE FISHER - Ettrick
When we first rode down Ettrick, Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing, The water was singing, the sun was glancing, And blithely our voices rang out together, As we brushed the dew from the blooming heather, When first we rode down Ettrick. When we next rode down Ettrick, The day was dying, the wild birds calling, The wind was sighing, the leaves were falling, And tired and weary, but closer together, We urged our steeds through the faded heather, When next we rode down Ettrick. When I last rode down Ettrick, The wind was shifting, the storm was waking, The snows were drifting, my heart was breaking, For never again would we ride together Through sun or storm on the mountain heather, When last I rode down Ettrick.
recreo?
07 KELTOI (BRASIL) - Estreliña do Luceiro
Acá hay un video. Lamentablemente no tiene buena calidad, pero no encontré nada mejor...
08 GUILLERMO GOMEZ (ARGENTINA) - choux pastry heart (cover)
09 GUILLERMO GOMEZ (ARGENTINA) - magica razón del sueño (Desatavientos)
- o -
10 ALASDAIR FRASER - Sally Mo Ghradh
11 KORNOG - Helen of Kirkconnel
12 THE TANNAHILL WEAVERS - Logie O' Buchan
13 ROBIN WILLIAMSON - Rothesay Bay
14 TONY MCMANUS - The Johnstown Reel
Miércoles, 14 de Septiembre de 2011
01 BEIRUT - The Rip Tide
And this is the house where I
I feel alone
Feel alone now
And this is the house where I
Could be unknown
Be alone now
So the waves and I
Found the rolling tide
So the waves and I
Found the rip tide
This is the house where I
I feel alone
Feel alone now
And this is the house where I
Could be unknown
Be alone now
So the waves and I
Found the rolling tide
So the waves and I
Found the rip tide
So the waves and I
Found the rolling tide
So the waves and I
02 PLANXTY - Johnny Of Brady's Lea
Oh, Johnny rose on a May morning, called for water to wash his hands, Says "Bring to me my two grey dogs, lay bound in iron bands."
When Johnny's mother she heard of this, she wrung her hands full sore, Says "Johnny, for your venison to the green woods do not go."
"For there are seven foresters in Esselment, and this you know full well, For one small drop of your heart's blood they would ride to the gates of Hell."
"Oh, there's many men are my friends, Mother, Though many more are my foe. And betide me well or betide me ill, A-hunting I will go."
So Johnny has taken his good bent bow, his arrows one by one, And he's away to Mony Musk for to bring the dun deer down.
Oh, Johnny shot and the dun deer lept, he's wounded her in the side. And between the water and the woods, the two dogs laid her pride.
And they ate so much of the venison, they drank so much of the blood, That Johnny and his two grey dogs fell asleep as if they had been dead.
And by there came a sly old man, a sly old man was he, And he's away to Esselment for to tell on young Johnny.
"As I came in by Mony Musk, and down among yon scroggs, It was there I spied the bonniest dude lying sleeping between two dogs."
"And the buttons that were on his coat were of the gold so good, And the two grey dogs that he lay between, their mouths they were died with blood."
And up and spoke the first forester, he was headsman over them all, "Can this be Johnny of Brady's Lea? Unto him we will crawl."
And the very first shot that the foresters fired, it wounded him in the thigh, And the very next shot that the foresters fired, his heart's blood blinded his eye.
Then up woke Johnny from out of his sleep, an angry man was he. He says "The wildest wolf in all this wood would not have done so by me."
And he's leaned his back against an oak, his foot against a stone, And he has fired on the seven foresters, he's killed them all but one.
And he's broken seven of this man's ribs, his arm and his collarbone, And he has set him on to his horse, to bring the tidings home.
Johnny's good bent bow is broke, and his two grey dogs are slain, And his body lies in Mony Musk, and his hunting days are done.
From the album "The Woman I Loved So Well" by Planxty
03 OLD BLIND DOGS - Johnny O' Braidislee
04 SUFJAN STEVENS - All for Myself
05 EFTERKLANG - chapter 6
06 KEVIN JOHANSEN - Vivo en BsAs
Kevin anda de gira presentando su nuevo disco. Esto es lo mas cerquita que andará por nuestros pagos
jue - 15/09 hrs.
BARILOCHE, RÍO NEGRO, ARGENTINA
Hotel EDELWEISS
vie - 16/09 hrs.
ESQUEL, CHUBUT, ARGENTINA
Centro Cultural Municipal
07 GABO FERRO - Felicidades Vitamina
08 GABO FERRO - por que no lloras un poco
09 JONSI - Saint Naive
10 KING CREOSOTE & JON HOPKINS - Honest Words
11 MADDY PRIOR & THE CARNIVAL BAND - The Quiet Way Home
And this is the house where I
I feel alone
Feel alone now
And this is the house where I
Could be unknown
Be alone now
So the waves and I
Found the rolling tide
So the waves and I
Found the rip tide
This is the house where I
I feel alone
Feel alone now
And this is the house where I
Could be unknown
Be alone now
So the waves and I
Found the rolling tide
So the waves and I
Found the rip tide
So the waves and I
Found the rolling tide
So the waves and I
02 PLANXTY - Johnny Of Brady's Lea
Oh, Johnny rose on a May morning, called for water to wash his hands, Says "Bring to me my two grey dogs, lay bound in iron bands."
When Johnny's mother she heard of this, she wrung her hands full sore, Says "Johnny, for your venison to the green woods do not go."
"For there are seven foresters in Esselment, and this you know full well, For one small drop of your heart's blood they would ride to the gates of Hell."
"Oh, there's many men are my friends, Mother, Though many more are my foe. And betide me well or betide me ill, A-hunting I will go."
So Johnny has taken his good bent bow, his arrows one by one, And he's away to Mony Musk for to bring the dun deer down.
Oh, Johnny shot and the dun deer lept, he's wounded her in the side. And between the water and the woods, the two dogs laid her pride.
And they ate so much of the venison, they drank so much of the blood, That Johnny and his two grey dogs fell asleep as if they had been dead.
And by there came a sly old man, a sly old man was he, And he's away to Esselment for to tell on young Johnny.
"As I came in by Mony Musk, and down among yon scroggs, It was there I spied the bonniest dude lying sleeping between two dogs."
"And the buttons that were on his coat were of the gold so good, And the two grey dogs that he lay between, their mouths they were died with blood."
And up and spoke the first forester, he was headsman over them all, "Can this be Johnny of Brady's Lea? Unto him we will crawl."
And the very first shot that the foresters fired, it wounded him in the thigh, And the very next shot that the foresters fired, his heart's blood blinded his eye.
Then up woke Johnny from out of his sleep, an angry man was he. He says "The wildest wolf in all this wood would not have done so by me."
And he's leaned his back against an oak, his foot against a stone, And he has fired on the seven foresters, he's killed them all but one.
And he's broken seven of this man's ribs, his arm and his collarbone, And he has set him on to his horse, to bring the tidings home.
Johnny's good bent bow is broke, and his two grey dogs are slain, And his body lies in Mony Musk, and his hunting days are done.
From the album "The Woman I Loved So Well" by Planxty
03 OLD BLIND DOGS - Johnny O' Braidislee
04 SUFJAN STEVENS - All for Myself
05 EFTERKLANG - chapter 6
06 KEVIN JOHANSEN - Vivo en BsAs
Kevin anda de gira presentando su nuevo disco. Esto es lo mas cerquita que andará por nuestros pagos
jue - 15/09 hrs.
BARILOCHE, RÍO NEGRO, ARGENTINA
Hotel EDELWEISS
vie - 16/09 hrs.
ESQUEL, CHUBUT, ARGENTINA
Centro Cultural Municipal
07 GABO FERRO - Felicidades Vitamina
08 GABO FERRO - por que no lloras un poco
09 JONSI - Saint Naive
10 KING CREOSOTE & JON HOPKINS - Honest Words
11 MADDY PRIOR & THE CARNIVAL BAND - The Quiet Way Home
Miércoles, 07 de Septiembre de 2011
01 GRYPHON - Kemp's Jig
02 DOLORES KEANE -Thuas Ag Gort an Chornáin
03 DICK GAUGHAN - Revolution
04 MAIRE NI CHATHASAIGH & CHRIS N kean o'hara
05 COLLEEN - sun_against_my_eyes
06 DEANTA - Two Days to Go
07 DE DANNAN - Eleanor Rigby
08 DE DANNAN - Hey Jude
09 FAIRPORT CONVENTION - Meet on the Ledge_New
10 RICHARD THOMPSON - I'll Regret It All in the Morning
11 STEELEYE SPAN - One Misty Moisty Morning
12 PINK FLOYD Point Me at the Sky
13 PINK FLOYD Careful With The Axe, Eugene
14 KEVIN BURKE & GED FOLEY - Johnny Todd
02 DOLORES KEANE -Thuas Ag Gort an Chornáin
03 DICK GAUGHAN - Revolution
I come like a comet new born
Like the sun that arises at morning
I come like the furious tempest
That follows a thundercloud's warning
I come like the fiery lava
From cloud-covered mountains volcanic
I come like a storm from the north
That the oceans awake to in panic
Like the sun that arises at morning
I come like the furious tempest
That follows a thundercloud's warning
I come like the fiery lava
From cloud-covered mountains volcanic
I come like a storm from the north
That the oceans awake to in panic
I come because tyranny planted
My seed in the hot desert sand
I come because masters have kindled
My fury with every command
I come because man cannot murder
The life-giving seed in his veins
I come because liberty cannot
Forever be fettered by chains
My seed in the hot desert sand
I come because masters have kindled
My fury with every command
I come because man cannot murder
The life-giving seed in his veins
I come because liberty cannot
Forever be fettered by chains
I come because tyrants imagine
That mankind is only their throne
I come because peace has been nourished
By bullets and cannon alone
I come because one world is two
And we face one another with rage
I come because guards have been posted
To keep out the hope of the age
That mankind is only their throne
I come because peace has been nourished
By bullets and cannon alone
I come because one world is two
And we face one another with rage
I come because guards have been posted
To keep out the hope of the age
From earliest times the oppressed
Have awaked me and called me to lead them
I guided them out of enslavement
And brought them to high roads of freedom
I marched at the head of their legions
And hailed a new world at its birth
And now I shall march with the peoples
Until they unfetter the earth
Have awaked me and called me to lead them
I guided them out of enslavement
And brought them to high roads of freedom
I marched at the head of their legions
And hailed a new world at its birth
And now I shall march with the peoples
Until they unfetter the earth
And you, all you sanctified moneybags
Bandits anointed and crowned
Your counterfeit towers of justice
And ethics will crash to the ground
I'll send my good sword through your hearts
That have drained the world's blood in their lust
Smash all your crowns and your sceptres
And trample them into the dust
Bandits anointed and crowned
Your counterfeit towers of justice
And ethics will crash to the ground
I'll send my good sword through your hearts
That have drained the world's blood in their lust
Smash all your crowns and your sceptres
And trample them into the dust
I'll rip off your rich purple garments
And tear them to rags and to shreds
Never again will their glitter
Be able to turn people's heads
At last your cold world will be robbed of
It's proud hypocritical glow
For we shall dissolve it as surely
As sunlight dissolves the deep snow
And tear them to rags and to shreds
Never again will their glitter
Be able to turn people's heads
At last your cold world will be robbed of
It's proud hypocritical glow
For we shall dissolve it as surely
As sunlight dissolves the deep snow
I'll tear down your cobweb morality
Shatter the old chain of lies
Catch all your blackhooded preachers
And choke them as though they were flies
I'll put a quick end to your heavens
Your gods that are deaf to all prayer
Scatter your futile old spirits
And clean up the earth and the air
Shatter the old chain of lies
Catch all your blackhooded preachers
And choke them as though they were flies
I'll put a quick end to your heavens
Your gods that are deaf to all prayer
Scatter your futile old spirits
And clean up the earth and the air
And though you may choke me and shoot me
And hang me your toil is in vain
No dungeon, no gallows can scare me
Nor will I be frightened by pain
Each time I'll arise from the earth
And break through all your weapons of doom
Until you are finished forever
Until you are dust in the tomb
And hang me your toil is in vain
No dungeon, no gallows can scare me
Nor will I be frightened by pain
Each time I'll arise from the earth
And break through all your weapons of doom
Until you are finished forever
Until you are dust in the tomb
The text is a poem by Joseph Bovshover and is from 'American Labour Songs of the 19th Century'. I wrote the music for it in (East) Berlin during the 1982 Festival of Political Song.
05 COLLEEN - sun_against_my_eyes
06 DEANTA - Two Days to Go
07 DE DANNAN - Eleanor Rigby
08 DE DANNAN - Hey Jude
09 FAIRPORT CONVENTION - Meet on the Ledge_New
10 RICHARD THOMPSON - I'll Regret It All in the Morning
11 STEELEYE SPAN - One Misty Moisty Morning
12 PINK FLOYD Point Me at the Sky
13 PINK FLOYD Careful With The Axe, Eugene
14 KEVIN BURKE & GED FOLEY - Johnny Todd
Andy Irvine. Nos visita nuevamente en Noviembre de 2011.
Esta vez junto al multi instrumentista Rens van der Zalm
Por el momento está confirmado BsAs, Bariloche y El Bolsón
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