Wednesday, 12 August 2015

At Home On The Earth.


On Sunday Simon and I played at Hennock Country Fayre.  We were allotted a small gazebo by the main barn where people gathered to eat and share food, we brought along our  PA system, our instruments, our songs.  
We have been living at Teign Village close by Hennock for a year now.  Sharing the cherries from our trees with the neighbours, taking on an allotment rotivated and turned for us by a local man, singing at the Strawberry Fair in June and now for the summer shin-dig on the windy hill above the village.
I am participating in a sense of ‘community’ - which I’ve read about for so many years in the pages of Wendell Berry’s essays and poetry books; sharing tools to work on the land – hoes, spades, entertaining at village functions, raising money for a local school, setting up a community shop.  What does this mean to me?  Is it good for me?   It feels good.  It’s starting to feel like home.

“We have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. We have been wrong. We must change our lives so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption, that what is good for the world will be good for us. And that requires that we make the effort to know the world and learn what is good for it”
Wendell Berry  (Kentucky farmer, author and poet)

Thursday, 30 July 2015

After the Great Hall Dartington



I had a brilliant time singing in the Great Hall Dartington on July 5th.  It is so liberating to have the chance to sing what I am so passionate about.  My thanks to Kay and Stephen at Ways With Words Literature Festival for having me again.   I have been preparing for New Networks for Nature Conference in the last few weeks. I am launching my new solo album there. I will sing there for the first time the song I have written from interview with Jonathon Porrit who is a big name in environment/ecology and appears on TV, Radio frequently. Jon works alongside Prince Charles with huge cos. like M&S in amazing ways I interviewed him in Bristol at a cafe following the launch of his book The World We Made
He told me about his childhood and I asked him some honest and profound questions so I could get a heart felt response. A song ‘has to go quickly from the heart to the heart’ (Leonard Cohen) . I wrote the song using his words and ideas, sent it to him, he said he loves it and wishes me to contact him when my solo album is beginning to emerge. In fact I’m just about to go and rehearse that song right now. 

I’m writing a new song especially for the conference from my research into the other folk appearing there, Germaine Greer, George Monbiot, Mike Mc Carthy. 

I’ve decided also to sing songs I’ve written with Devon people too.  The more I think about it the more relevant these songs become as society shifts towards caring for the soil and for community(yes it is happening!!  there are signs of regeneration in both fields all over the country) So I shall sing my song about Jack Connabeer again and again.  Jack owned a small farm on the side of Hood Ball.

The hill overlooking Riverford Bridge opposite the well-known organic farm,
Jack Loved the soil and he loved the land and he planted an orchard by Riverford Bridge
And he Married Heather and they and their children looked after the farm
Jack was a celebrated dry-stone waller, Devon hedge layer and speaker of the Devon dialect
I wrote this song with him and after my interviews I returned to him with a first draft which he amended until he was satisfied.  I enjoyed wworking with Jack and miss him-sadly he died about 6 years ago.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

The Ecology of Song


I gaze deep, deep and far,
Shadows, hedgerows, fields of wild.'
Ros Brady

Seventy years ago John Steinbeck’s book ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ spoke of an apocalyptic world, soil eroded into dustbowls, ecological destruction, livelihoods lost. Now we hear similar stories every day, stories of storms, floods, droughts and financial collapse. In the UK despite rural initiatives, bio-scientists still predict a rapid loss of species of flora and fauna. Though the nest is breaking the bird still sings. The breath is after all a force of nature.

Ros Brady has travelled the deep lanes of England, the sandy loams, clay soils, and resonant caverns writing songs from the heart of a peopled land. Her recent tours with BaronBrady have led her on to write a host of beautiful, raw, haunting songs. Among the many are lyrics based on correspondence and interviews with individuals passionate about the future: a world-famous inspirational ecological thinker, a young Worcestershire beekeeper, a scientist measuring the melting glaciers of the Antarctic, alongside a chorus of those who remember the older ways before industrial farms and supermarkets plotted the path of the plough.  

Ros began writing songs with farmers in the same way that Ewan McColl did 40 years ago with the Radio Ballads. McColl sought to comment on social upheavals taking place in his time by writing songs through interviews with ordinary people, ‘setting their emotional memories in full flight’. Picking up this idea Ros wrote with farmers and fishermen, orchard growers and masters of rural trades in the South Devon where she lived but she has also developed the method in order to write with thinkers and visionaries of our time; this work brought her a profound sense of place and love of the county.  

While talking to the older generation, those who remember the traditional ways of land use which have proven to be sustainable over time, Ros found that her passion for songwriting was bringing her to rich and controversial ground.  She says, “Hopefully in an unselfconscious way, my songs speak of the deflowering of the landscape, a change that has taken place through a systemic change since the First World War. But they also speak of a possible future.   Where should we go from here?  It doesn’t have to be like this. It feels like we’re swinging back and forth between two poles. But there is a place in the centre, a place of balance, of harmony. It is this place that I aim to write from.”

Whether from the hedgerow flowers, the ploughman’s toil, the small-holder’s vision, the orchard’s weight of fruit, or the love shown by those who work with hope for change, Ros Brady draws her thread and stitches together tender and poignant songs in which we may see a world on the brink of change, and a map for a brighter future.

 Ros is working on this project with fellow musicians Ken Nicol (of Steeleye Span), Flossie Malavialle, Nick Hennessey, and Luka Bloom.  She is hoping to make a recording of the project as a precursor to a heavy horse and caravan tour for which she is currently applying for funding.


Published Writings:

 Rosalind has had an essay about her life and work featured in an anthology Published by Green Books, with other contributors such as Hunter Davies, Penelope Lively, Brian Pattern.  She has had work published in wildlife magazines and has been touring the UK for 3 years with duo BarronBrady.     

BarronBrady Reviews

“Terrific...I kept hearing lots of stuff, Incredible String Band, Nick Drake, John Martyn and yet at the same time their music is very much their own”  Mike Harding BBC

        “Beautiful music” Bob Harris BBC

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Sunday

If you have a moment please listen to this heart-felt song Si and I have just finished arranging.  It is a preview track for our album and live performance

Back to Sunday...

Watched dogs dig hole, hide bone, dig bone up and run off – Oh if only life were that simple.
I suppose one could draw a comparison with songwriting if I wanted to devote the mental effort  to it.  Right now just typing hits page is a huge effort as my typing skills are negligible.

Then I watched cows through hole in garden wall.  They are gorgeous girt great red Devonshires remind me of dark red Devon Soil in the Dart Valley – they are excellent for propagating wild flowers apparently and for good soil health-something to do with their grazing patterns across the fields- I watch and try to learn about this from observation...

Dogs ran away.One of them  reappears round front of house.  Lesson; dogs are extremely wayward. Si on the stairs heaving up hefty speakers... having just spent rather more than I want to think about on them.  O Bloody hell-I think, this singing lark is looking a bit too serious. 

I then make a mental note-to try and spend  the Sundays I get to spend at home, in the garden and the wider landscape, in the woods and the fields.
 Very excited about the Great Hall gig at Dartington.  I was going to write a song about the demise of the place- but haven’t the heart to.

Best wishes to you all and I hope you have a restful day in amongst all the business of our lives.

Rosalind

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Chester Fest


In a field putting finishing touches on a song I have written through correspondence with a beekeeper.  A red spotted faun runs through the field just as I am wondering have I got this right.

Chester Festival was wonderful.   Wonderful 60’s feel.  Views of mountains – fabulous people, flowery fields and the best chips in Cheshire.

Good to be back working on new material for Dartington Hall gig in July.