Saturday, August 14, 2010
Family! and a Night Out
Jordan's singing was beautiful. I know, I'm her granny, but seriously she does have a great voice. Now that her baby is a little older Jordan is getting back into singing and I am so glad.
Afterwards, stargazing on the ridge with granddaughters. We saw many shooting stars and a few bats that livened things up.
Now to get everyone up and head to the Downtowner for breakfast. Weekend--don't you love them?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Review: Coalfield A Cappella
Imagine again that you are seated on the porch of one of those homes, listening to someone telling the story of these people and their place in song. Simple, unaccompanied ballads that speak of life and death, passion, love, sadness, frustration, anger and defiance.
Open your eyes. You are listening to Coalfield A Cappella, a CD of original songs about the coalfields and their people, by Dr. Shirley Stewart Burns.

Burns knows all too well the struggles of the people about whom she sings. Raised in the coalfields of Wyoming County, West Virginia, Burns lost her grandfather and her father to the mines. She witnessed firsthand the painful death of black lung and she saw community after community die out as mines closed or new methods replaced manpower with big machinery. She saw water turn orange from mine drainage and communities drown in floods that made worse because denuded mountains and filled-in streams could not hold back rapid drainage from heavy rains.
An Appalachian scholar with a strong voice in the anti-mountaintop removal fight, Burns turned her pen from writing books about the tragic changes in the coalfields to composing songs in the way that mountain people know best—ballads. Her ballads tell stories: the story of a woman beaten down but not defeated by what mining has done to her family in “Ode to a Miner’s Wife;” of a man who turned to drink after witnessing the deaths of his sons in the mines in “Drunkard’s Lament.” Her sorrow at the loss of her father is laid bare in “Ode to a Miner,” and her sardonic look at mountaintop removal mining seems almost playful in the ominous “Pretty Mountains.” “There Goes Another Mountain” is an elegy to mountains stripped of their tops and their trees, their insides laid bare in the haste to dig coal out of their hearts. Still, Burns ends the recording with a song of faith and hope to complete this haunting collection.
The people of the coalfields are not unaware of what is happening to their land and their lives; many fight back with protests, appeals for legislation, and demands that lawmakers hold the coal companies to the standards and regulations that were created to govern the industry. It’s an uphill battle, and Burns stands at its forefront, unafraid. Some of her songs, like “Leave These Mountains Down” are songs of defiance and strength. She is not anti-mining; she is a daughter of coal. She stands for miners and their families, and for the conscientious removal of coal in a manner that will leave the land beautiful for generations to come.
Burns’ voice is simple and pure, the voice of a mountain woman singing about the land and people she loves. Her songs are songs from the heart, and her message is one that we all need to hear. Our mountains need us to listen and understand what happens to them and to their people when an industry looks only to profit and not to the future to mine the black gold hidden in West Virginia’s wild and wonderful hills.

For order information see: http://www.shirleystewartburns.com/home
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The Tannahill Weavers in Concert
If you like bagpipes (and I do) the piper, Colin Melville, was phenomenal. I was impressed by his ability to change between the highland pipes and small Scottish pipes. In addition he also played the whistle and occasionally the keyboard. I was impressed. As one who cannot really play any instrument, the ability to play one is amazing to me. To play several, and to switch between them, sometimes within the same song? Maybe to the musicians reading this it seems like a "well duh" type of thing. As a non-player, I stand amazed.
While many of the songs and tunes were on the CD I purchased 1o years ago, there was new material to hear--and those older songs were no less wonderful than they'd been before. The band's calendar seems rigorous: they had been in Harrisburg, PA the night before, then drove to Charleston for last night's performance. Today they were to be in Shepherdstown, in effect backtracking about 5 hours of their journey yesterday. After that the next gig is two days later, in Maine. A killer schedule. To see if the band will be in your area, check their calendar here.
We were lucky enough to be included in the pre-concert potluck dinner, and I spoke a few minutes with the band's lead singer, Roy Gullane. Nothing memorable to report except the pleasure of knowing that beside me was a man with a long, long history of performance with this stellar band. During the performance he shared jokes, stories of life on the road and background on some of the music. His reasoned approach to why we had to buy CDs at intermission was classic tall-tale storytelling, moving from the reasonable to the absurd with clever telling and a straight face.
We left the concert and headed to the after-concert party. After a few hours of music of the old-time variety, meeting acquaintances and new people, we called it an evening and headed home.
Traveling home to Jackson County, I wondered why we had not been attending FOOTMAD concerts for the past few years. Worth the effort? Oh yeah! Should we do it more often? Definitely.