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cloudtinn · 8 months
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Caveat (2020), dir. Damian Mc Carthy.
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marcelskittels · 8 months
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Juan Ayuso, Romain Bardet, Hugh Carthy, Remco Evenepoel, Einer Rubio & Geraint Thomas ‹ La Vuelta 2023 - Stage 17 › 📸 by Tim de Waele/Getty Images
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Martin Carthy & Dave Swarbrick - St. Andrews Folk Club, Fife, Scotland, 1968
Since we listened to Dylan playing "Girl From The North Country" yesterday, let's listen to the guy Bob kinda/sorta learned it from — living legend Martin Carthy! More than 60 years later, Dylan and Carthy are still pals, according to a recent Uncut interview: "He's a mate, it's a real friendship, and he always looks after his friends. I last saw him when he came over in autumn 2022, it was lovely."
Yeah, that is lovely! Let's keep the loveliness flowing with this very nice tape of Martin and his old sparring partner Dave Swarbrick, entertaining the folks up in Fife. A totally good time, Carthy's keen vocals and nimble guitar backed magnificently by Swarb's fiddle and mandolin (and occasionally some dude on spoons). It's funny to realize — no matter how fully formed and settled in their set sounds — that playing trad-folk like this was a pretty new mode. These guys were pioneers!
The pair would part ways for the time being in '69, with Swarbrick going electric with Fairport Convention. From that same Uncut interview: "Swarb said, 'Joe Boyd wants me to go and play with this fucking band of his. Oh, you know me, man, I like jazz, I can't bear this rock 'n' roll, it's all bollocks.'" Never mind the bollocks, here's Liege & Lief!
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heidismagblog · 25 days
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doctorcolubra · 4 months
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"A long time ago I came across The Dominion of the Sword in a Penguin anthology of War Poetry, and the longer I have known it the better it’s got. It was written in 1649 by an anonymous pamphleteer and with the removal of verses or lines particular to that time becomes a reflection of the propaganda lie currently being touted for all it’s worth (again) that violence or the threat of it will get you nowhere. The tune is adapted from a Breton pipe tune called Ar Ch’akouz (The Leper)."
— Martin Carthy
Lay by your pleading, law lies a-bleeding Burn all your studies down, and throw away your reading Small power the word has, and can afford us Not half so much privilege as the sword does...
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sivavakkiyar · 5 months
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martin-carthy · 5 months
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Martin Carthy & Eliza Carthy [via]
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luc3 · 9 months
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"There is an old saying : ‘judge me by those who keep me’. This saying hides a great deal of wisdom behind it. In magic, people often think that defence comes from ritual acts, talismans, magical tools, and magical utterances. While that is true to some extent, as the magician grows and matures in themselves and their practice, such external expressions of protection become less important. This is particularly true if the magician has developed their work in co-operation with inner beings and does work to serve the overall pattern of creation, stasis and destruction, also known as magical service. As the magician steps onto a path of magical service, they are challenged and tested many times, and the response to the magician who does not flop over at their first major challenge is one of protection. The protection is not just from one being, but it is a return of service from many other types of beings including deities, angelic beings, land beings, ancestors, and so forth. What I have found, both in my own practice and when observing other magicians working in similar ways, is that the magician’s daimon becomes more active and acts like a manager, calling in extra help when it is needed. If the magician is working on something which serves fate, and all their energy is going into that work, then they are given protection while they work. No matter what is thrown to magically attack the working magician, the beings/deity/ancestor that is/are actively protecting the magician will deal with the dangerous parts of any attack. The rest is removed by the magician through regular ritual cleaning and maintenance."
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[J.Mc Carthy. About the "Defence" card. Mystagogus deck.]
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theglassesgirl · 1 year
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I’m still standing better than I ever did…
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Feeling like a true survivor…
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FEELING LIKE A LITTLE KID…
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IM STILL STANDING AFTER ALL THIS TIME…
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Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
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IM STILL STANDING
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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protoslacker · 4 months
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Carthy’s theory about the 1960s folk guitar wave was that the skiffle boom had been so big, and so many guitars sold, that inevitably some of the players turned out to be talented. Both Dylan and Paul Simon were fans of Carthy’s distinctive arrangement of Scarborough Fair. Dylan reworked it as Girl From The North Country, Simon more or less learned it and added it to his song Canticle. At the end of the first half Carthy played a different arrangement of the song, recorded with Norma Waterson and Eliza Carthy on The Gift.
Colin Randall at Salut! Live. Talking Martin Carthy: folk legend and 'human juke box'
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notasapleasure · 2 months
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secret-labyrinth · 1 year
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dollarbin · 3 months
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Nickel Bin #5:
Steeleye Span's Captain Coulston
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You'd be hard pressed to find a record more dedicated to not selling a single copy than Steeleye Span's Ten Man Mop or Mr Reservoir Butler Rides Again.
Yes, that's the record's title, and it features a period at the end of it although I'm pretty sure it's not a complete sentence. The record sports out of focus black and white photos of the band on the rear and the two ancients seen above behind my cat on its front; when originally issued, the gatefold opened to an entire booklet within, filled with incomprehensible gibberish; because of this extensive packaging, which the band paid for and which appealed to them alone and no one else, every copy of the record cost more to produce than it actually sold for; therefore every copy sold actually cost the band money.
The music within was entirely Irish and English traditional airs, each performed like it was 1671, not 1971. More gibberish appeared beneath each track listing, stuff like "2/1 Creeping Jane, 9/4 Skrewball, 8/1 Miss Portly, 10/1 Bar..."
The band's bass player/founder, Ashley Hutchings, was so disappointed with the final product that he quit the band the moment the recording was done. He wasn't angry that they were losing money making music that no one wanted hear; he was angry that they sounded too Irish.
Given all these factors, I find it baffling that the record somehow failed to compete with Led Zeppelin 4, Sticky Fingers, Meddle, Blue and Imagine. Hell, there are probably 40,000 copies of that year's Stephen Stills 2 out there for every existent copy of Ten Man Mop. And Stephen Stills... you know the rest of that sentence. But it's 53 years later; let's rewrite history and sing the record's praises.
Yeah, well, never mind. There are plenty of great Steeleye records to shout about, and this is not one of them. Sure, it's good - their records are all good - but let's focus in on one weird, wonderful and forgotten track, Captain Coulston.
Unlike many of the songs on the record this one is fairly modern; it was written around 1800, all about laterday Irish pirates. Aren't you excited to listen to this? I sure am.
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Everything is nice at the opening, yes? Maddy Prior's strident, twisting vocals glow over Martin Carthy's complex and shimmering electric guitar and a brooding bass line.
I doubt the first two minutes are changing your life, however; you're probably wishing I was writing about Stairway to Heaven. But come on, stick with me! You heard Zeppelin 4 in seventh grade; and you've never listened to this.
At the song's two minute mark things get intense. The pirates attack, the violin swirls in and something starts pounding; maybe it's Hutching's bass or a keyboard charged with distortion; maybe it's an angry pagan god glowering about, demanding tribute. The band is suddenly mounting rare and new heights, ready to kick ass John Snow style all over Westeros.
Every time I listen to Captain Coulston I'm too into the music to really follow the plot; blood in streams does flow until, somehow, the pirates are defeated. Then the band celebrates by gliding into a deck stomping and fairly murderous reel.
Surrender to this song; surrender to the Nickel Bin.
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ourlittlesister2015 · 6 months
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Caveat (2020), dir. Damian Mc Carthy
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mywifeleftme · 4 months
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258: Nic Jones // The Noah's Ark Trap
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The Noah's Ark Trap Nic Jones 1977, Trailer
His performing career cut short in a traffic accident at age 35, his back catalogue entombed in legal wrangles, Nic Jones enjoys the legend of a musician more often spoken of than heard. Jones’s final album, 1980’s Penguin Eggs, is one of the small handful of true masterpieces of the English folk revival, a maritime journey through traditional song driven by Jones’s percussive, slapping fingerstyle guitar and curlicued vocal melodies. It’s also the only one of his records that’s stayed more or less in print since its release, meaning that it has completely overshadowed the rest of his catalogue (outside those collectors with the cash or pluck to track down the increasingly pricy original editions anyway).
As a listener who has obsessed over Penguin Eggs for years, I was shocked to find an unpriced copy of 1977’s The Noah’s Ark Trap in a local shop and, after some haggling with the good-natured proprietor, walked out with it for a song. I’d heard it a few times back in my music blog .rar downloading days and I recall liking it, but since I’ve had an actual copy for my table it’s steadily grown in my estimation to the point I’d rank it the near-equal of its more celebrated younger sibling. The LP contains a similar mixture of lengthy story songs (“The Golden Glove”), bawdy cautionary tales (ode to cum “The Wanton Seed”), blazing fiddle reels (“Miles Weatherhill”), and aching ballads (“Ten Thousand Miles,” perhaps the most moving thing he ever recorded). As on Penguin Eggs, Jones plays with minimal accompaniment (six of ten tracks are solo endeavours), giving the music a lonely grandeur, like a bard narrating the sunset of an age. These are songs of ancient heritage, and while Jones’s style bears the marks of the contemporary revival (and particularly the influence of Martin Carthy) he makes no concessions to pop. There is only this man with his pure and earnest voice, the guitar he’s poured the work of a lifetime into mastering, and visions of forests and green pastures that will endure till the rocks melt and the seas burn.
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