For Remembrance Day

I wanted to put up this video a good deal sooner, some months back when I first ran across it, but it seemed a song this splendid in the combination of lyric, tune, and arrangement should be saved for a special occasion.

For Veteran's Day

It seemed a good day to put up some music, but inspiration for a tune manifestly proper to the day has rather eluded me. So my thank you to any member of the Armed Forces who might happen to be stopping by this page will have to stand very plain, though it is no less heartily meant.

This video is not plain and while it may not be Veteran's Day music in the strictest sense, it is some splendid bluegrass from the US Navy's Country Current.

A Second Public Service Announcement

For all you West-Coasters who were feeling deprived because you only get to stay up late (or get up early) for Easter Vigil, Midnight Mass, and the 'Worlds, dry your eyes, and put on a pot of coffee. They're streaming the Glenfiddich Piping Championship this Saturday (at 3 AM, Pacific). There should be piobaireachd enough for the most insatiable--or at least nearly so, I am hoping.

Quite the Opposite of Seasickness

Yesterday's schedule had a very large gap between the morning lessons and the afternoon ones, so I had a grand time trying out a couple of new tunes on my own. I have a very heavy practice mute that I like to use on my fiddle if I'm going to be doing anything terribly repetitious (or wobbly of intonation) within earshot of innocent bystanders--yesterday I had the leisure to discover that if I used the mute and turned up the studio speakers I could play along with the mp3 of my choice and still hear the details of the recording. So, yes, I tried through Bruce MacGregor's recording of "Sitting in the Stern of a Boat" several times. I love the second part of the tune--there is such a deal of wistful sweetness in the high B's, even if they're scarcely lingered on (because they're scarcely lingered on, I should say). And the understated accompaniment in this particular rendition is the ideal complement--it makes the tune richer without distracting in the least from the fiddle part.

Bug of the Hour

I had a day off Friday, which meant I had to do laundry, but also that I had the leisure to walk to the grocery store, instead of driving, for a bottle of bleach. And that, in turn, meant that I was a scarce hundred yards from my apartment when I came upon what was left of a Great Purple Hairstreak cast away by the side of the road. Folks, the advertising is partly false on these. I would not argue with the great, at all, but "purple," is a stretch of the imagination. The bits I could see of the tops of the stiffening wings were close on the most beautiful royal blue that I ever saw. Being as it was a bleach-purchasing expedition, I hadn't taken taken the camera, but somebody on BugGuide has a decent picture of a still-living, if battered, specimen with the wings open. The last time I saw colours like that on a butterfly was in the rainforest exhibit at the Vancouver Aquarium; according to Wikipedia, the Great Purple Hairstreak is "a common gossamer-winged butterfly species in parts of the United States." Common, says you? I repeat, that was the first one I had a good look at, though I had been hoarding the suspicion that I caught a glimpse of one on the wing a year or two back. Their host plant is, of all things, mistletoe. As I said to one of my kinfolk earlier this evening, that does leave one with the impression that poor, beautiful Baldr had the last laugh after all.

A Couple of Sweet Tunes

Some slow marches from Jenna Reid and her fiddle, because I like slow marches, and if I didn't, I expect this rendition would cure me. The first tune is "Hey, Tutti Tattie" (or "Scots Wha Hae," if you learned your piping out of the Green Book); the second is the track title, "Johnny in the Nether Mains."

Not An Unexpected Topic. . .Entirely

The qualifiers that were shown for the World Pipe Band Championships this morning were most enjoyable to watch and to hear. On the watching end of things, I was particularly taken with the logos that the New Zealand Police Pipe Band and the Canterbury Caledonian Society Pipe Band wear: both incorporate Scottish elements with the New Zealand fern, which is clever, but more than that, they're just very pleasing to the eye. (The logos in question, of course, can be seen in the headers of the respective websites of the two bands.) Most importantly, both bands turned out impressive performances, Canterbury winning through to tomorrow's final.

Harmony. That's Why.

And Here It Comes Again

Yes, the World Pipe Band Championships are this week. The format has changed yet again, now with the qualifier on Friday and the playoffs on Saturday morning. This page shows you where you can tune in.

All the News Here

We were taking a water break during an outdoor rehearsal this evening when something glinted in the scrubby lawn. "If that were only a beetle," I thought, astounded by the impossibility of the colours. I looked again and, wonder of wonders, it was a beetle, and a quite a beauty for these parts, something called a Figeater Beetle (Cotinis mutabilis). I had no way to get a picture at the time, but here's one from BugGuide, which has a gallery of good shots. The interesting part about watching one of these on a lawn was, as brilliant as the green elytra look in the picture, they are actually. . .well, what I'd classify on a guitar as a "matte finish," not glossy. So between those and the stripes of beige at the edges, the creature would have blended in perfectly with a California high school lawn in the depths of summer, were it not for the gleaming of its emerald undercarriage. I thought it one of the loveliest things I had seen in a long while.

Happy Independence Day

Here are the Commodores, the US Navy's own jazz ensemble, with the Stars and Stripes Forever.

Just because there is no such thing as too much Bruce Molsky, especially when he's singing along with his fiddle. (Thanks KDHX, St. Louis, for the virtual front-row seat.)

Remembrance

Today is Memorial Day in Newfoundland, a tribute to the horrific losses sustained by the 1st Newfoundland Regiment at the Somme (Beaumont-Hamel, to be exact) on July 1, 1916. Some points of that history were more recently set, by Bob Hallett, to the old Scottish tune of "Twa Recruiting Sergeants." Here, he sings it.

A Winning Set

Here's something smashing from Inverary and District at the European Championships this past weekend. They took 1st with it. (Other results at Pipes/Drums, of course.) I thought the acceleration coming out of the slow air particularly impressive. It certainly lends a lot of excitement to the set; the very idea of the control and attention it must take to keep that many players glued so tightly to the tune at that point rather boggles the mind.

And what is with the inhabitants of Inveran inspiring such exceptional tunes? My favourite is still the reel "Mrs. MacPherson," (I don't care how many times I hear that one; I'm still not tired of it) but "Helen Black," that kicks off the set above is quite splendid as well.

And This Could Be Yours, For Just. . .

Truth be told, I don't think it's likely I'll manage daily posts, as a habit, but I have accumulated a list of things that seem a shame to leave for too much longer. Today, you might like to have a listen to an instrumental arrangement of Stan Roger's classic "Northwest Passage," (with smallpipes, I might add) that Borealis Records will let you download and keep for your very own.

Fairy Tale

Well, now, it's been a while since a ballad has appeared here. (Okay, okay--it's been a while since much of anything has appeared here!) But don't mind that. Look! Or rather, listen! The distributors of Emily Smith's new album, Echoes, will let you hear a whole track from it. The track is King Orfeo. So, if that isn't a treat (all that, and Emily Smith to sing it!), I don't know what is.

If that isn't enough Orfeo for you, here's the second of two posts I compiled back in '10 (after being astounded by a performance of Monteverdi's L'Orfeo on the radio) to give you leads to a few other versions, largely written, of the tale.

Something New

Today's good listening is a couple of waltzes from a duet album recently released by two members of the Dardanelles, fiddler Emilia Bartellas and button accordion player Aaron Collis.

Pun and Games

From the fascinating Natural History of Bodega Head, a blog on which the pictures just seem to get better and better, some fun with close-ups of various critters. Answers are just below the photo collage, so don't scroll down until you've taken your best guess.

Remembering

One of my friends just sent me this link to a BBC article about the 70th anniversary of the celebrated escape from Stalag Luft III. If you haven't read Paul Brickhill's The Great Escape, it's a good occasion for it now.

I'll Get a Picture of Sasquatch Someday, Too

A week ago I went for a walk down by the American River with my camera. Truth be told, I was very much hoping to come across a Mourning Cloak or two, and to make a long story short (and to leave out snarky comments about the non-photographable Pipevine Swallowtail, of which there were ceaseless examples) I did not see any. But I did see this:

Yes, it is indeed a sort of a shrubby tree, something reasonably close to an almond, to my untrained eye, from the leaves and fruit. . .but shrubbier. At its highest point, I don't think it topped 12 feet. The interesting part about this plant, however, was a very constant noise of bees emanating from it. That is certainly not an unexpected sound this time of year, but when I looked closer, it did seem rather interesting in that the branches were full of young fruit rather than flowers, and the bees, which were restricting their range to a fairly small section on the east side, rarely, if ever, alighted on branch or fruit. Also, the bees themselves were massive, and golden, beyond the custom of any ordinary bee. There were, perhaps, only half a dozen of them, but each produced a rumbling buzz to match its size, and each was flying earnestly about as if the phrase "busy as a bee" had been based on him, and he was trying to prove it. Occasionally, the flight paths of two of these creatures would intersect, and then the rhythm of the ambient buzzing would be momentarily interrupted by something more ill-tempered as they sorted out their airspace.

Perhaps one of the best lessons one can take from a Sunday afternoon walk is to learn to be content with the wonders readily at hand. Though I wasn't far into my intended rambles, and was aiming for miles before I slept, looking back, I didn't have a good reason beyond that to leave those bees at all, and I am rather sorry I went on, though the rest of the walk was lovely. They were beautiful. ("A really big sort of carpenter bee," I guessed. "But aren't those solitary?") It would have been a worthy afternoon's work, either to have managed a good picture of one of them, at least to have given more time to figuring out exactly what they were doing, or merely to have enjoyed watching their loud, determined flying rather indefinitely. (People go whale-watching as a treat; why not bee-watching?) As it was, the only one I managed to capture on film was the one in the lower right corner of the photo below, and I left, none the wiser.

 I had a session with Google when I got home, and found several interesting things. First, you will be relieved to see, much better pictures of similar creatures, courtesy of BugGuide.net, here, here, and here. They are beautiful, aren't they? Secondly, as you may have gathered, from reading under the pictures I've linked to, they are indeed carpenter bees, Valley Carpenter Bees, or Xylocopa varipuncta, to be exact. . .and they are indeed solitary. But the examples I saw were males, hilltopping, congregating in hopes of attracting females. An interesting aside--the females (of which I saw no examples on this occasion) are quite distinct from the males.

It seemed such an unusual encounter that I was quite astounded, a day or two later to come across another two of the creatures, this time having claimed the airspace over a Citrus Heights parking-lot garden, about a yard square, as their own. Which, if you ask me, makes a pretty good case for taking bee-watching as you can get it; when is the last time you saw a whale on your way to the grocery store?

For Your Sunday Evening Listening Pleasure

Here's a cracking set from Breabach.

The Penny Whistle

Though I've not formulated a plot to put up music-only posts for the rest of the year, I opened a book of Edward Thomas' poems last night, and the first thing my eyes lighted on--and which I found quite lovely--happened to be titled "The Penny Whistle." So here it is.

Kids, These Days

In my brain, I have a file labled, "Fiddle Marches." I am, of course, convinced that these have a different flavour entirely from pipe marches. Not better, not worse, but just imbued with  their own distinctive appeal. One could build a case for this difference, I am sure, on fiddles having more than nine notes to choose from; that certainly allows some wider intervals than a piper can hope for, and plenty of composers take advantage of it. Another thing that stands out about fiddle marches, though, is just that there just don't appear to be so many of them when you compare their numbers with the jigs, reels, strathspeys, hornpipes, and even slow airs there are to choose from, so when you hear a good march, composed for the instrument, it tends to stand out. Or so it seems to me. One of my favourites of the type is John McCusker's "Wee Michael's March." I went to find a video of it and, to cast a bit of doubt on most everything I just said, it fits on the pipes, too. Here it is in a nice set from some young folks in the Fèis Ros program.

Reflective

Here's a rather introspective piece. Maybe a bit more avant-garde than the usual fare around here. . .but it's a beauty. Far from Portland, from Lau. (I recall seeing a video on this one a year and some ago; that percussive bit at the start, and woven throughout, that is a little hard to place is an accordion bellows "breathing.")

Didn't See That [Flatpicked Banjo] Coming

Here's a sort of  (maybe I should say "very," instead of "sort of") Irish take on the Bluegrass classic "Gold Rush," from Caladh Nua. Good fun, and good music.

Back to the Music

Daimh just put up some tunes from their latest CD on Soundcloud. If a sense of continuity might be of interest, I mentioned their piper, Angus MacKenzie, in connection with one of my favourite Cape Breton albums a wee bit over a month ago. More splendid piping here, and some grand fiddling from another musician who's on my "people who could possibly be my favourite fiddler," list: Gabe McVarish.

"His World Was Right Here."

Here's a wee bit of something I know nothing about other than the article that I'm linking to; it's a few paragraphs on a farmer who recently passed away in Silicon Valley. Among the notable features of his 88 years: he insisted on farming the land that had been in his family for three generations, despite being offered a pretty penny to sell it. My favourite bit was a quote from his farm manager: "People ask: Why didn't Walter sell and go buy an island? Well, his world was right here." That may not rhyme, but it's poetry of the best sort.

Only the Necessary Notes

Today's link is mostly for the first tune in the set, a slow air called Donald Ross of Vancouver. This is a tune that's always hit me as getting a magnificent effect with remarkably few notes; repeating in just enough of the right places so that it haunts you rather comfortably. It just sounds like a memory. The band here, Taliska, is new to me, but the smallpipes and French horn combo was quite a good idea.

Not A Ballad, Quite

Here's another sad old song that seems to have been rolling around for so long that all the jagged edges have been smoothed off, like sea-glass. It's an American one this time.

Lullaby

I sat down and made a list of (very favourable) things I thought I should say before posting this song, but then I second-guessed that and thought it might be best to let the song stand on its own merits. For those of you, like me, who might have to look up the words, it's sung in the voice of a mountain in Nova Scotia that's seen generations come and go. The title means "The Blue Mountain's Lullaby." The words are by Jeff MacDonald, and the tune by Brian Ó hEadhra, who sings it here.

  Tàladh na Beinne Guirme

 And sort of P.S., except that might imply that it's of secondary importance, which it isn't: if you liked that song, just go browse through Brian Ó hEadhra's Soundcloud page, why dontchya? It's grand.

Toe Tapper

Blazin' Fiddles (a lot of 'em) with a strathspey and some polkas.

Big Music

Piobaireachd, with a whole band. . .and then some.

Meanwhile, in Real Life

I'm sorry I've managed to slip yet a third time. And on Burns Night, of all nights! You would think I'd have something rather appropriate to the season planned for that, and I did--but when I tried for an hour and a bit to get it to come together. . .it proved to be rather futile. I went to bed and (apropos to nothing) read The Return of the King instead. Then again, isn't it rather generally known that the best-laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley?

This afternoon I went and saw some very splendid music--live. The group was the Sacramento Baroque Soloists, and the venue Rudolph Steiner College. The former are quite thoroughly a delight to watch and to listen to, the latter is, as far as I'm concerned, has accomplished the two main features of any acceptable concert location: a.) a hall small enough to make amplification unneccesary, b.) a garden to walk in during the interval. Well, I had not set the second criteria before I attended a concert (by the same group, in fact) in the same location back in October, but thirty-seconds' acquaintance with such an amenity is a strong persuader. There are some ornamental plants scattered throughout, but the garden is largely utilitarian, though none the less peaceful for that. It is terribly pleasant to come out into the silence to savour the eddies of cello and harpsichord that are still whirling about in your mind and walk among evidence of careful husbandry; there is art in gardening, no less.

Today's concert was the yearly cello feature that the Sacramento Baroque Soloists perform, so the instrumentation was minimal; a cello, an organ, and a theorbo; the organist and the theorboist (that's less stuttery if you say it aloud) doubled on harpsichord and guitar, respectively. You've probably gathered that I'm fond of small ensembles, of baroque music, and period instruments, not to mention cellos in general, so I was very much predisposed to like it, and I very much did. I like the ephemeral quality of a live performance, something rather akin to a good sunset, or the smell of rain about you; you can't capture it all in even the most carefully-chosen words. But "Vivaldi," is a pretty good word, under the circumstances, and "Gabrielli," and, most impressively, "Barriere."

That said (and said, and said!) alas, I can't very well show you what I heard today--and even if I did, well, there's still the garden to take into account. But the group does have a website with audio of some past performances.

Pretty Bonny

Today's tune is "The Bonny Breast Knot," played by Sara-Jane Summers as a marching air. It also appears in the Cabar Feidh Collection (one of those voluminous piping tomes) as a 2/4 march called "The Pretty Apron."

A Definite Favourite

I suspect today's ballad merits a better-reflected and better-researched post sometime in the future. I said just the other day that I couldn't choose a favourite fiddler, which is true. I'd be hard-put to settle on a favourite movie, or a favourite book, or a favourite band, but this old song I find so perennially haunting that I shall have to make an exception and admit that I do have a favourite ballad. My only regret in the matter is that I first read it as a poem. . .I read it for years and years as a poem that I liked very much, and no setting I've subsequently found for it has a tune that carries, to my ear, quite the perfection of the words, though the many masterful singers have given more than adequate performances of it with the tunes they were given. Here's Anais Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer with one setting of "Sir Patrick Spens." And here's an early Jean Redpath recording of another:

The Premise Holds

Remember a couple of weeks ago, I said playing Bach was is definitely one of those things that is so worth doing that it's worth doing badly? Well, Jens Kruger also goes on the list of people who do it quite the opposite of badly. But may that not stop the rest of us from trying.

An Air

If I were asked to name a favourite fiddler. . .well, even if I could, it would probably be a different one every time, but both Alasdair White and Ewen Henderson remain consistently quite high in the theoretical list that I would pick from. Here they play "Iain Ghlinn' Cuaich". . .(though with Henderson on the piano, in this case).

Mostly Piping. Except for the Singing. And the Whistle. And. . .

Allan MacDonald has a selection of pieces he's written and/or performed available to listen to on his website. I discovered that when I was looking for a recording of the charming little air "Cille Pheadair," which you can indeed hear there, but more than that, you can hear Seudan's take on "Thogail nam Bho," a couple of the fiddle-centred piobaireachds from Bonnie Rideout's albums and quite a range of other tunes and songs.

If Everybody Did This. . .

If everybody did this, I really don't think I'd mind. I mean, if everybody did a Roger Miller track or two, or even a whole album. There's something about those songs that just says, "Sing me!" And the more other folks sing 'em, the more contagious they get. Anyway, O'Brien Party of 7 (Hot Rize's Tim O'Brien, and various relations) went the full-album route, and if the sample exemplifies the rest of the recording, they did well. And if it doesn't exemplify the whole album, well they can rest content on the laurels of "In the Summertime". "In the Summertime" with fiddle--and feet!

Fair Warning

Today being the 17th and all, you're probably rushing around in a panic realizing that there are only only two months until St. Patrick's Day and you don't have a thing to listen to. Okay, or maybe not. But in the unlikely event that you are finding yourself in that extremity, worry no more. There's always Bua. Some very, very tight fiddling to be had here, and the singing is superb. They do the MySpace thing, so there is a whole list of things to listen to.

Time for Another Ballad

"Barbara Allen," holds a peculiar fascination for me. Perhaps it's just that finely-distilled poignancy that can only result from a song being passed from ear to ear for who-knows-how-many hundred years. There's no artifice left in it, no poet's self-indulgence, just the strong lines of a very tragic story. Though I've all the patience in the world to sit through an all-the-verses rendition, I was quite happy to find this short version of the song by Bethany Hamilton and Kristy Fowler that uses my favourite setting for the tune, and uses it very well indeed.

A Quiet One

Here's a track from Ron Block's new album, a banjo setting of the old hymn "Wondrous Love."

The Wild Geese

I had hoped to find a video of Jim Malcolm singing his "Jimmy's Gone to Flanders," which is one of my favourite examples of singer-songwriting--if that can be a noun. Alas, there wasn't anything on that (well, you can get the words on his website; still, you really should hear it sung) but that search brought up this video. I had found the poem in an anthology some years ago; it makes a rather haunting song.
 

Even More Northerly

The idea for this rather random series was that I was going to go on about music I was fond of, by which I meant music I've admired, most likely, for a long time. But this morning, when I was looking for something else, I discovered the Swedish trio Väsen. I might be the last person in the world to "discover" them; they have a dozen and more albums out. But, man, what a water-tight bit of ensemble playing.

Fiddling and Such

Whew, you're spared sad songs yet another day. Here's Bruce MacGregor (fiddle), Sandy Brechin (accordion) and Brian Ó hEadhra (guitar) with some very lively French Canadian tunes. And here's the MacGregor third of the trio by himself with a tune he composed.

It Really Is A Song

If you have never heard the Tannahill Weavers. . .well, obviously you've never stolen my CD collection, for one thing. (Thank you.) Here they are to sing "Ower the Hills And Far Awa." Also, my criteria for today's post was that it should not be slow or sad. Well, one out of two ain't bad. . .and it's really not that sad; he still had his pipes.

For I Must Cross the Stream Tonight. . .

The world of the old ballads is a particularly vivid one. The topography of that land boasts not merely hills, but high, high hills, the wine is no pale stuff, but blood-red, and you might think, from the tales, that it was there rarely any season but the merry month of May. But if the charms of that land are bright as gems, its perils are to be found at every turn, for the rose seems rarely to grow without the brier, and all of the waters are wondrous deep and wondrous strong.

I think I shall be perennially entranced by the language of those songs. There is a dignity to them, perhaps lent, in part, by age, but if the words are simple and the tales sad, they seem the more poignant, like illuminations from old manuscripts painted in bright colours with never a brush-stroke out of place. I rather suspect I will be posting more than one of them this month, but for starters, here's Kate Rusby singing "Annan Waters."

Nicely Done

Taste in music is a very subjective matter. I know that. My opinion as to whose medley was best at last year's Worlds is, if possible, an even more subjective matter. But I do think Boghall and Bathgate's medley was very, very good. It's easily in my (yes, very subjective) top 3 from last year's competition. I remember at the time I first heard it being particularly taken with the lovely transition from the slow air to the strathspey, though I had forgotten since that the strathspey itself was "Seonaidh's Tune," one I'm particularly fond of. No, not for any reason at all. I told you. It's subjective. But that is unequivocally very, very good piping.

Something New (To Me)

When I'm teaching beginning fiddle, I quite often use the tune "Farewell to Fiunary." But here is Ivan Drever singing it, for a change.

A Little Christmas Here, And Where You Can Get More

Well, since today is Epiphany, you'll get kind of a double-feature post. First off, the confession--what I really wanted to do in the way of musical posts was a 12 Days of Christmas thing, which, you with your sharp eyes, will have noticed, I did not do. But my friend Mahri did, and not only did she pick some smashin' songs, but she posted a fair bit of background on each of them. So if you're looking for a good way to polish off your Christmas cheer, you can toddle over to Fire, Fleet, and Candlelight and spend an afternoon with a chance of meeting a few new carols. Many of them were new to me, anyway, and now they're going on my "it's just not Christmas without this one" playlist next year.

The sole tune I've come up with for posting on this occasion is. . .well, considerably less Christmasy, and really not even merry, but it is very well done. I was wandering the interwebs in search of a musical rendition of Robert Louis Stevenson's "Christmas at Sea," as I recalled hearing a version I rather liked last year. I was delighted instead to stumble across this one by a shanty group from Bristol. Sung. . .well, like a shanty, what else? It's a splendid bit of tunesmithing, not to mention singing. (Least it prove too sad a song for the season, the singers, The Longest Johns, have followed it there on Bandcamp with a "God Rest You Merry," that is also a most hearty feast for the ears--and actually cheery. So there. Merry Christmas after all.)

. . .And One From Shetland

I'm fairly certain I've mentioned Jenna Reid's fiddling before, but her voice is every bit as warm and lovely as her skill with the bow. Thanks to Bandcamp, you can listen to "The Hams of Muckle Roe,*" and thanks to Walk Shetland, you can read about the Hams themselves.

*Really, I'm putting that kind of mildly. Jenna Reid has two entire solo CD's up on that site, both of them very much worth listening to: Laughing Girl and Morning Moon.

"When the Dandenong from Melbourne Sailed. . ."

Well, here it is, four days into the New Year. Don't you think it's time for a song, with words and that sort of thing? Here's Bruce Molsky and his fiddle with "Wreck of the Dandenong."


The very effective chorus is apparently a recent innovation. A more traditional setting of the song,  along with the lyrics, and even newspaper quotes about the wreck, can be found here at An Australian Folk Song A Day.

A Thing Very Worth Doing

G.K. Chesterton famously said that a thing worth doing was worth doing badly. Playing through the joyful intricacies of Bach's music is definitely high on my list of things worth that risk. Fortunately for us, though, Chris Thile is not obliged to do it badly.

Tried and True

Of the many tracks, artists and CD's I've scribbled down, meaning to write something about them here someday, I feel the most remiss about neglecting the two I mention today. I have most certainly not been at all remiss in listening to them over the past couple of years. 

The set "Donald & Gordon's" from Píob is Fidheall by Nova Scotians Kenneth and Angus MacKenzie wandered through my internet radio list and I thought it would be worth having the CD, if only for that tight, driven track. As it turned out, there isn't a remotely bad or unexciting track in the lot. Indeed, if I remember correctly, the only one I have ever skipped habitually was 4, "When Harry Met Shelly," and that only in the time my pipe band was learning a version of the first tune "Highlander's Farewell to Ireland" ("Highland Harry") for our MSR, leaving me quite in terror of getting the MacKenzie's very contagious setting stuck in my head where it might be confused with the setting I was supposed to be learning.

Despite the title (yes, that does mean "Pipes and Fiddle") the CD is far from minimalist as far as arrangements are concerned. Angus, the brother who is doing the piping in this case, also plays the whistle, and there are guest artists variously supplying guitar, percussion, banjo, bouzouki, and piano, insuring that the album never settles into a single, predictable sound. Better, if the musical presentation is quite impressively polished, it is truly polished to be its brightest, its most vivacious, not carefully reigned in by the studio setting.

But isn't much use just telling you about it, when you can listen to it here. There is also a bio of the MacKenzie brothers (taken from the CD jacket, in fact) on the website of the Celtic Music Interpretive Centre. 

One aspect of the musicianship on Píob is Fidheall that was a bit of a revelation to me was the use of the piano. I knew piano was fairly common in Cape Breton music, but it was, perhaps, hearing a CD's worth of it in conjunction with the pipes--and not merely as a rhythm instrument, even in that setting--that underlined its delightful versatility. The clincher: there is one track on the album that strays entirely from the pipes-and-fiddle theme, and that is a piano solo  ("Calum's Cille Combo") by a third MacKenzie brother, Calum. You just don't hear reels on the piano every day. Or at least I don't. . .

Or at least I didn't until I decided (and very quickly) that I must have More of That Sort of Thing. Quite fortunately, Mac Morin, who did the rest of the piano work on Píob is Fidheall, has a solo album (self-titled), and it's splendid. Again, it's an album of very Cape Breton music with a variety of accompanying musicians, so the soundscape changes a bit from track to track. I have no aesthetic reasons for choosing "Hughie's Old Place" as my favourite set: I just never manage to tire of hearing "Bog A' Lochan," as a piano tune. But it would be a bit more comprehensive to state that, as with the previous CD I mentioned, there isn't a track I don't admire. And, as with the previous CD, it seems to wear mighty well.

There are plenty of clips here.

Putting the Happy in Happy New Year

    May you all be on your way to having your best year yet. I did make a small blog-related resolution this year; I took a notion to post every day in January. The slight reasoning behind this is that I have amassed enough intentions for music-related posts to get me through a month, a sort of tune a day concept (with perhaps a review or two thrown in). There is really no theme to it other than that.
    Anyway, to kick things off in a lively fashion, here is the first tune, or rather, set, in this case, some reels from Session A9. It's a MySpace link, so hopefully you are not bombarded with ads--if you are though, it's worth weathering them, particularly, says I, for the last tune, "Road to Errogie."