1993: Triple Earth/Ryko RCD 10242
What a joy this album has been to me for so many years . I was introduced to this, and a few of Kate Bushs finest works, by a paramour one magical summer (1993), and I still appreciate his musical taste and insight. Ironically, it was this album that helped send us our separate ways, when I found a copy at Orpheum (on Broadway) that listed two extra tracks which werent actually contained on the CD: he all but mocked me for trying to pursue the matter and get a copy of this extended CD from a shop known all too well for no longer being customer-oriented. In the end, I got my remix tracks and lost my paramour. I still think it was a worthwhile tradeoff in a psychologically redeeming sense, but I dont mean to denigrate him in saying that.
So much for the personal contextnow on to the music itself. I am eternally indebted to Martin Swan for pursuing this project of his, in all of its forms, because whatever he does, I get to writhe and swim through all of the musical confections he produces (including Martyn Bennetts album, remixes of other peoples stuff, etc.) as long as he actually gets to record them and release the results. The latter caveat is what has prevented me from having a copy of the Ecosonic side-project CD he did with Jackie Joyce after Shorelife, whether or not it was good, and that is frustrating.
This CD is the one I think of when Mouth Music is mentioned to me: Puirt a Beul should be, but I heard this one first and was most struck by it of the two that existed at the time. In particular Hé Mandu and Crathadh t Aodaich have remained favorites, with Birnam holding a special place since I actually visited the town and its hill on one especially notable New Years Eve (1996). Im completely enchanted by Michaela Rowans voice, and I hope she knows what a golden instrument she has her presentation of Hoireann O is swoon-inducingly lovely.
It belatedly (13 years or so later) occurs to me that I should note that I find Waiting to be deeply engaging and intensely darkly beautiful. Right to its final seconds, it lushly and precisely delivers its cargo in forms appropriate to each moments context. I may want to stay someday. I will want to stay someday. I may want to stay someday.
Comments © 2005 Mark Ellis Walker, except as noted, and no claim is made to the images and quoted lyrics.