So, everyday, twice a day, we work with our horses. When I say 'work' that means, for quite a large part, wandering around a 5 acre field, pooper scooper in hands, wheeling a wheel barrow, picking up horse shit, sorry, dung! It's actually quite medititive, and wet, windy and cold atm, and it's when I have a chance to do 'thinking'.
Yesterday, my thoughts turned quite melancholic, a bit emotional. I could 'feel' a piece of music gurgling away, a concept beginning to form in my head. I needed to 'write it down', which meant standing in the afore mentioned wind and rain trying to tippidy tap in my phone. It started pouring out, everything I'd been feeling for the last few days.
I knew what I was going to do as soon as I could get in my studio later that day. This is what I wrote on my phone and the track is what I created in a few hours:
I was thinking about the world situation.
About the friends and family we’ve lost in our community over the last few years.
About my friend and colleague in the Cornish language world Matthi, whose cancer has returned for the third time.
About my own health which has forced me to stop doing things I love and put me in a precarious position mentally and Sarah and I financially.
I was standing by the stream in our field. The stream’s movement and sound became the frequency of the universe, the united consciousness of everything. I was on the edge of joining it.
I felt like a child, I wanted to be comforted, told it’s OK, told what to do, to be looked after.
I will write a lullaby to that child, to me. I thought and articulated in Cornish, my mother tongue, imagining words for me and Matthi.
It brought me comfort.
Maybe it will for others!
So, I knew I wanted a 'stream' sound for a bit of ambience. Nothing for it than to get the phone out again and go and 'stank' (Cornish dialect word for walking in a sort of marchy, big stepped kind of way, it's roots in the Cornish language proper) in the stream at the bottom of the field and record it. The sloshing sounds are me trying to a) not fall over b) getting the phone as close to the water and out of the wind as possible. The horses just ignored me of course, they're quite used to Jimpy doing something likely to cause embarrassment to himself (but I am usually on top of Paddy, however precarious that is sometimes!). Did it work? Sort of! I recorded about 3 minutes in total, about 20 seconds was usable. It did get on the track.
By the way, Matthi's output in the Cornish language is massive. He has contributed to the use, promotion and media content in a huge way over many years and his enthusiasm and energy has encouraged many to learn it.
Matthi's music output is also vast, both in Cornish and English and he has represented Cornwall many times at festivals and Celtic gatherings.
I have had the privilege of a friendship with Matthi and contributed to some of his projects for over 20 years.
If you would like to know more, please go here https://www.distilledfilms.co.uk/
Loor a gan
An nos a dhalleth
Re bo genes kres
Omri dhe’n haneth
Growedh heb ankresyans
Gans karensa leun
Euthvil vydh a dhos
Gwythys gans teylu dha dhon
Own, nyns eus res
Salow yn dha ji
Pluvek vedhow a dhon dha brederow
Dhe ves, dhe le a vri
Dowr hweg a hebask
Hunros gwir war lann an gover
An nos, kyn fyth hir
Kosk yn ta ow thegenn meur
A moon sings
The night starts
May there be to you peace
Give yourself to the evening
Lie down without disturbance
With complete love
No monster will come
Safe with a family that will carry you
There’s no need for fear
Safe in your house
A soft pillow carries your thoughts
Away, to a place of honour
Sweet water calms
A righteous dream on the edge of the stream
The night, although it may be long
Sleep well my great precious thing