Winter wind hooling and trailing a gong through reed stumps by the banks of the Union Canal

Gerngsqueeka

Hamish Henderson’s great song of home and finding humanity anywhere. Words came to him as a piper played Farewell to the Creeks before leaving Sicily during WW2. 

51st Highland Divisions Farewell to Sicily

A geet raage encounter with the deil himself sung by the miners of Tyneside and Durham for centuries. First written down in Joseph Ritson's Nortumberland Garland in 1793.  A sense of mischief of the various beasties scurrying about the  mines carried along by seal song and jangling dog collars.

Colliers Rant

Recorded with IMP dance improvisation group in Newbattle woodland November 2016.  Bowed tree sounds, dancers, birds, traffic. Mix with aeolian resonators in trees recorded with Bennett Hogg in Morpeth

Imp Newbattle Bowed Yewtree Aeolian2

Song from County Armagh telling of a group of friends being transported for getting together in a Trade Union.

Boys of Mullaghbawn

Song coming from traditional lullabies written for Weardale.  Under Longstone Canal bridge, Edinburgh me and Fiona McLachlan Powell singing.

St John’s Chapel lyrics -

Angels falling Seals are calling
Angels falling Curlews calling

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Wind blows to you 'Cross the fellside
Sleep blows o'er you Close your eyes

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Stars they hail you , Lighting darkness 
Down comes snow cold, Cold as star's fire

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Deep your sleeping in my keeping
Deep your sleeping in my keeping

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Deep below us mining silence
Hewing stillness, Lead veins cold

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

 

Sleepy heads have gone to ground
Sleep in rows deep and sound

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Marked with angels, lambs and banners
Dreaming stilled, Carved in stone

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Chapel band with trumpets sounding 
Voice of angels, Metal founding

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Wee winkles sleep in marble
Sound asleep their sea the stone

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Felspar glistens stone of sunlight
New in dewfall, Crowning daylight, 

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Early warning, break of dawning
Radar ringing, bells for singing

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

Below the sun's rays Jet fuel sprays
Engines sound o'er ancient ground

Deep Deep Deep below
Deep Deep Deep below

St John's bell rings your morning
Wake with yawning, Clear the day.

St Johns Chapel

Sound piece in a wooded abandoned quarry of aeolian close and far 
sounds,
letting wind whistle through a gap in my teeth and using my skull as 
resonator,
pylon wires and insulators in high wind creating aeolian sounds.

Uses microphone as sculptural object buffeted by the wind.

Duration 6 minutes with looping return variations in sound.

In Resonator

Using a ground of my boot scraping down railings beside a canal I try layering and shifting  harmonics in and out before returning back.

Railing

This is the sound of salt crystalising after being cast into sand molds.  Taken out of the molds the sounds continue for a few hourse while the crystals align in the form.

Salt crystalizing sound

Soundpiece of granulised breathing, wind whistling through front teeth

Palimpsest Resonator

Trace element of Donegal song the May Morning Dew Clive singing with old pal Bennett Hogg fiddle player, composer and gadgee for all seasons. Recorded in an empty farmhoose near a roundabout near Cramlington.

May Morning Dew trace

Tyneside song from days of the press gangs run by Captain Bover. hopes and fears 'Ive been to the norrard cruising sair & lang' Played as an air on the Nortumbrian pipes too. Written down by Thomas Doubleday one of a long line of Newcastle radicals from a woman singing it in the streets, sadly no name.

Clive Powell 3

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