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the-max-rebo-band · 2 years ago
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Some Max Rebo for you
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amyandshaun · 1 year ago
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saint-augustines-pears · 1 year ago
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Just remembered I have a clancy brothers style sweater in my closet life is good again :)
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ksbeditor · 2 years ago
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Quick Q and A with Conor Ryan Hennessy
Quick Q and A with Conor Ryan Hennessy Imagine my surprise when I got notice of this year’s New Folk at the Kerrville Folk Festival (a legendary fest that has a distinct position among all festivals in that it’s an 18-day event and many folks stay for the duration.  A lot of stellar songwriters set up camp on the festival site and collaborate with others throughout the fest. This year one of the…
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sanguinarysanguinity · 18 days ago
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The Wren Song (7:03 - 10:00) https://youtu.be/bjfgAV5KdDQ?si=CNxd9do6XkNG013B&t=423 (correct time stamp)
Children’s Medley - The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem at Carnegie Hall
The wren, the wren, the king of all birds St. Stephen’s day was caught in the furze...
So give us a penny to bury the wren!
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pd-lyons · 1 year ago
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my father's birthday by pd lyons
today i remembered your birth day typical me lacked the confidence  so I verified by looking up your obit. must say i still find it strange you being gone. its like something far away yet so close i can almost touch. fact is i still don’t know what to make of it even after all these years   John O’Dreams Bill Caddick When midnight comes and people homeward treadSeek now your blanket and your…
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dustedmagazine · 2 years ago
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Brigid Mae Power — Dream from the Deep Well (Fire)
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Dream from the Deep Well by Brigid Mae Power
Brigid Mae Power sings like a phosphorescent flame, her tones flickering, swelling and subsiding, slipping effortlessly over shifting notes and stretching single syllables over fluttering melodic phrases. Her voice, pure and high with a lemon-y sharp tang, is a mesmerizing thing, all on its own, and more than a conduit for the traditional and original songs she delivers here.
Consider, for instance, her opening salvo, a ghostly tracery of the Clancy Brothers’ classic, “I Know Who Is Sick.” But while the Irish traditionalists take this melody at a skiffle-y trot, Power elongates it and elaborates on its slippery curves, seeking out the hurt and uncertainty in every syllable. Her interstitial “ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah” crooning could hardly be different from the original’s trad Irish “touralourah,” substituting water pure melancholy for giddy cliché.
Another cover makes more sense on the surface, since Tim Buckley, like Power, takes the tune as a suggestion rather than an order, embellishing folk styles with jazzy slides and bent notes. But even so, Mae’s take on “I Must Have Been Blind” is a revelation, her voice as transparent as glass but full of freedom, as it crests a pensive arrangement of piano and cello.
The originals are good, too, especially pellucid “Counting Down,” which rattles and rambles in loose country folk style, drums pounding, piano chiming and that extraordinary voice narrating ordinary events—taking her son to swimming lessons, coming home, playing music. “The Waterford Song” tilts its jangling guitar sideways with eerie trills of organ, and again, Power’s unearthly voice keening and swelling. The song is about Power’s ancestral connections to Ireland, and it blends the real and the spiritual in a mist-shrouded mystery.
Power ends her album with another song linked to her homeland, the rebel ballad “Down by the Glenside” written during the uprising and studded with archaic language. The cut has an archival quality—and how could it not—with the sound fading in and out like a cracked 78 and Power singing simply, sadly and with a pronounced Irish lilt. Yet even here, she sounds freer and more self-determined than the material itself. Her voice wanders delicately where it will, putting the spirit in an old song so that it flutters to life.
Jennifer Kelly
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doctorsiren · 8 months ago
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inkbagel · 5 months ago
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I made myself new phone backgrounds :)
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phoenixspencer · 7 months ago
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💖Babygirl💖
[In/sp]
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adharaphoenix · 4 months ago
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stiwfssr · 9 months ago
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You look like you're about to pray.
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amyandshaun · 1 year ago
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saint-augustines-pears · 1 year ago
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Forgot to kill the wren again
Saint Stephen’s day is ruined
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rayjiguang · 11 months ago
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Love these twisted and complex characters.
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moviesaremylife · 1 month ago
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SMASH
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