2001: Skiteesh SKITT-2001-01
This is one of the most sorrowful albums I have in my collection.
I was completely unprepared for this album. I found it at Tower Records in London (Piccadilly, actually) at the end of May 2001 as I was having an unexpected and unprepared vacation in England while waiting for an apartment back in Seattle to be vacated and cleaned for me to move into. I had all of Martin Swans other Mouth Music CDs up to this point and had despaired of ever hearing more of his musical gifts then there was Seafaring Man, right there in my hands, as I nearly hyperventilated with astonishment and gratitude.
If youre considering getting this album, for whatever reason, I want to caution you on one point: be prepared to weep. It is an anthology of songs almost redolent with the splashing of teardrops, the occasional rhythms notwithstanding. I have a hard time playing this CD now because I first heard it while lying on a bed in my tiny hotel room in London, wondering where my life was going and immediately thereafter I had it on my mind a lot when I returned to Seattle and one of my most beloved friends died (shed been in hospital, unbeknownst to me, during my trip, and I only found this out while checking email at an Internet café off Trafalgar Square). Ever since then, the sorrows of the time and of the album itself have intertwined and made this a gallery of exquisite memories of pain for me.
Listening to the CD in that hotel room near Russell Square I was unable to take it all in and when I returned to the U.S. it was like a kick in the gut to hear Martin Furey sing of Puget Sound by name. It took me nearly ten months to be able to listen to this CD without crying automatically.
Having said all that, I must say its a joy to hear not only Martins genius but also Michaelas angelic fluttering vocals. There are also some gut-wrenching moments of sonic depth here which make it impossible to listen to the bulk of the album casually (most especially Milleadh Nam Braithrean). God its beautiful though. (For a transcription and translation of the lyrics for that track, try Celtic Lyrics Corners website.) And then theres Manitoba, which just makes me wonder what the hell inspired its lyrics.
Comments © 2005 Mark Ellis Walker, except as noted, and no claim is made to the images and quoted lyrics.