SOUNDTRACK: SAM LEE-Tiny Desk Concert #470 (September 11, 2015).
Sam Lee has a fascinating voice, it reminds me of Nick Drake, but more… powerful. He has Drake’s timbre and somewhat unusual delivery–sort of a stage-ready musical delivery. But aside from his voice, what makes Lee so interesting is that for these three songs, possibly for all of his songs, he “has dedicated himself to preserving centuries-old folk songs of the U.K. and Ireland, particularly from “outsider” communities like the Roma (Gypsies) and the Scottish and Irish Travelers. He and his bandmates–ukulele player and vocalist Jon Whitten, violinist and vocalist Flora Curzon, and percussionist and vocalist Josh Green–put these ancient songs in thoroughly 21st-century arrangements that feel creative, fresh and surprising, but also deeply human.”
“Over Yonders Hill” opens with that ukulele and Lee’s voice–I was quite surprised when I first heard it all together, but it works quite well. And then the fiddle kicks in, playing some lovely swirling solos. Then Lee adds a tiny harmonium, and that wheezy tone adds perfectly to the feeling that you might be out by a campfire The song keeps building with backing vocals from the drummer. As the song nears its end the violinist adds her haunting backing voice to the proceedings.
He explains that he goes around the country recording old singers—the keepers of these old traditional songs. So the second song, “Lovely Molly” he learned from an old Scots traveler—a song of an old plow boy going to war. They do this one a cappella and their harmonies are beautiful.
He learned the final song, “Goodbye My Darling” from a horse dealer in Kent–an old gypsy man. It is about men being sent off to penal servitude in the United States and Australia and the injustice done to those incarcerated. It is also played on that tiny harmonium which looks like a laptop. As the harmonium fades away the violin plays a sweet pizzicato melody. After about three minutes the song kicks into high gear, sounding very much like a traditional song—fast violin and quick rhythm. And yet as the music grows more alive, the lyrics get darker. As the song ends he does a kind of whistling hum, which I simply don’t understand, but which adds a delightfully strange texture to the music.
I don’t know that I would seek out Lee’s music, but it’s nice knowing he’s out there.
[READ: March 26, 2016] Odd Duck
I love the First Second Childrens’ books. They are a little bit odd, but ever so fun. And Sara Varon is a great illustrator so putting her art on anything makes it enjoyable.
I’ve read a number of Castellucci’s other books, and the two seem like good pair for this story about not quite fitting in.
Theodora is a duck. She likes things to be regular and consistent. She goes for a swim at the same time every day, with a tea cup on her head–making sure not to spill a drop. She always has exact change at the store and looks at the stars every night.
But she is also a little different from the other ducks. She buys mango salsa (which no one else does), she buys fabric squares and reads books that haven’t been checked out in years.
But then a new neighbor moves in named Chad. And he is…different. He has wacky art sculpture in his yard and dyed feathers. And when Theodora tries to talk to him, he speaks a mile minute and she doesn’t understand a word of it.
She decides that she will never speak to him again.
But then neither one of them flies south for the winter. Theodora never does–she likes things as they are. And Chad hurt his arm hammering. They are stuck with each other. But they find that they do have quite a few things in common.
They have a wonderful winter together. And things go great. Until one day when the other ducks return, they hear a duck comment about that “odd duck.” Theodora and Chad each assume the duck means the other one. And once they admit that to each, they both get super angry and refuse to speak to each other. Can these two odd ducks become friends again?
I love the drawings that Sara has created for this as both ducks are a little bit odd but still cute.
When will I remember that Cecil Castellucci is a woman–that name is so hard to remember!
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