Bok, Muir, Trickett - The First 15 Years, Vol 2 :
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Bok, Muir & Trickett - TURNING TOWARD THE MORNING
Ed Trickett - The Telling Takes Me Home
Helen Schneyer - Ballads, Broadsides and Hymns
Bok, Muir, Trickett - A Water Over Stone
Bok, Muir, Trickett - The Ways of Man
Bok, Muir, Trickett - The First 15 Years, Vol 2
The Rolling of The Stones
Dark Old Waters
Fear A Bhata
Gin and Raspberry, The
Golden Vanity, The
Julian of Norwich
Living On the River
My Images Come
Rolling of the Stones
Sea Wife, The
Waltzing With Bears
THE FIRST FIFTEEN YEARS - VOLUME II
Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo Muir & Ed Trickett
When we started singing together in 1974, it was perhaps more of an experiment than a commitment. We'd known each other for quite a while by then, but we had separate musical lives. Since then we've toured and recorded regularly, if not frequently. Every year in one way or another more music comes our way, and we've continued to craft it to our liking and pass it on. During our first fifteen years we recorded six albums available on record (remember them?) and cassette. With our seventh - "And So Will We Yet" - we acquiesced to the present and issued it as a CD in addition to cassette.
We have often in recent times thought about putting together a collection from those first six recordings covering our first fifteen years together. This collection includes most of our favorites from that time. We started out with one CD in mind, but couldn't make the hard choices. Our musical collaboration has been a wonderful mixture of art, friendship, and indulgence. For all our friends who have supported and nurtured us as our adventure has unfolded, a heartfelt thanks. Let the experiment continue!
(Gordon Bok, FS-96) 5:29
Of all the children I went to school with in Camden, Maine, four of them stood out to me, especially. Among the rest of us little tear-ups they seemed to have a special grace and dignity that seemed almost out of place, perhaps because it was so in place. Well, we all went our separate ways, of course, and I don't think I ever saw three of them again.
But one day the schooner I was working on put into the little island of Matinicus and, while going up to the village for something, I recognized one of them, whose name was Judy, and for some reason she recognized me. She was lovely, a thin little thing, almost delicate, with a brand new baby on her hip. She had married one of the fishermen on the island. We talked for close to an hour, and I left the island very happy for her; that she had found a place she loved and that she was happy. It seemed to make one corner of the world very right.
A few years later, on the mainland, I heard that she had died of cancer. It wasn't neglect or anything, just incurable, and for years I could never bear to see the face of that island darken the horizon.
But then in 1980 or so, I fell into a conversation with a slightly drunk fisherman in a local inn. He was fishing out of New Bedford, and we were talking about that. At one point he mentioned that he was originally from Matinicus, and I thought to ask him if he had known Judy. He sobered up like I had hit him in the Face. He said: "When that girl died, every soul on the island mourned her, and they never did that for anyone."
And then he said: "Look, if you loved her like we did, there's something you ought to know. You know she had two daughters?" I said I knew she had one. He said: "Well, she had two, and one of them is exactly like her. She's got that same kind of awkward grace that reminds you of a deer. And she's got that same way of smiling that can light up the whole field you're standing in. And, for us, it's almost like Judy never went away."
For years, I had been playing a tune, a sort of vague lament for Judy, that had never wanted to come together. I went home then and dug it out and took it apart, and from every sad part I built a happy part, and put it back together. And it is true that from the same ingredients that give us grief we are given our happiness. (GB)
THE ROLLING OF THE STONES
Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo Muir & Ed Trickett - (trad., arr: TBM; FSl-1 10) 1:48
This version of Child ballad #49 I learned from Helen Schneyer a number of years ago. While the text leaves some aspects of the story to the imagination, Joe Hickerson, at the Library of Congress, reports that some scholars have interpreted the ballad as describing an incestuous relationship between Susie and her brother. One can't tell from Helen's text. Regardless, it's a chilling song of mystery, magic, and love. (ET)
Will you go to the rolling of the stones,
The tossing of the ball,
Or will you go and see pretty Susie
Dance among them all?
Will you drink of the blood,
The white wine and the red,
Or will you go and see pretty Susie
When that I am dead?
They had not danced but a single dance,
Nor half the hall around,
When the sword that hung from her brother's side
Gave him a dreadful wound.
They picked him up and they carried him along
And laid him there on the ground,
And there he lay till the break of day,
Nor made no single sound.
Susie charmed the birds from the sky,
The fish from out the bay,
And she lay all night in her true -lover's arms,
And there was content to stay.
(repeat first verse)
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