By Great Big Sea I have the stand-alone Up that I picked up back in 1996 after seeing them perform Mari-Mac on TV. An east coast band they bring me back to my r’n’r days. Strong Celtic songs to great Cape Breton fiddle music. High energy and tender moments too. But you know one of these was enough to & still is enough to satisfying my yearning for this sound.
Next to it is Green Green Grass Of Home – another collection of nostalgic song such as This Is Your Land, We’ll Sing In The Sunshine – performed by The Fireside Folksingers choral. No fireside sing-a-long I ever experienced sounded this good 🙂 Its a Reader’s Digest release that I never ever would have bought. It was my in my Dad’s collection & when he passed I sort on inherited it on one my visits home to the east coast. When it comes up in rotation I enjoy hearing it even if some of the songs are banal.
From the opposite end of the spectrum is this sand-alone by Nina Hagen combines two eps: Nunsexmonkrock and TV-Glotzer. This is my sort of sentimentality 🙂 It brings me right abaft to my first years in Toronto. I rocked out on the dance floor whenever African Reggae was played. Nina was such a force of nature no one really knew how to deal with her energy. Too aggressive for mainstream popularity she certainly inspired many female performers – Madonna, Lady Gaga – with her wild fashion.
Her music was cutting edge then & even today these early tracks burst with an energy that hasn’t been matched. I have seen her a few times on stage & the shows were intense & high energy. I have much more of her scattered thought my collections but this is the one started it.
‘We don’t know anymore than I’ve just told you.’
‘As little as that?’
The wail of the ambulance cut through the fog. It pulled away slowly.
Jack looked out the window as the police cruiser’s lights faded into the mist. His wife, Sue, lay on the stretcher. Barely breathing. Her face covered with a clear plastic oxygen mask. A medic held one of her hands.
‘She will pull through?’
‘Sir, I just don’t know.’
He must have seen the look on Jack’s face.
‘But I’m sure she will. I’ve seen people survive worse. much worse.’
Jack wasn’t really listening. The moments before the accident played over and over. He had to talk to keep that replay from starting up again.
‘How about the other car?’
‘Don’t know. Didn’t look too bad though. Hate this fog. Almost as bad as booze for accidents. Worse.’
‘Yeah.’ Jack stroked Sue’s leg gently. It felt so thin and frail under the blanket.
‘Couldn’t see a thing. I was driving slow.’
‘Can’t do much when it gets like this.’
‘I … we should have waited till morning.’
‘Couldn’t be helped.’
Sue moaned under the mask.
‘You’re okay . Your husband is right here.’
Her eyes flickered opened. A thin dribble of blood came from the corner of her mouth.
‘I’m right here honey. You’ll be fine. We’re on our way to the hospital now. You’re in good hands.’
Her eyes closed. Jack leaned against the edge of the stretcher and bent to kiss her.
‘We get this sort of fog a lot this time of year. Comes in quite sudden. Haven’t seen it this thick for some time though. Not a good sign.’‘
‘Yeah the worse the fog the worse it’ll snow in the winter.’
‘Snow’s worse even than fog. Slippery. Makes the roads very slippery.’
‘We were …’ Jack stopped. He didn’t want to explain. He’d been through it with the patrol man. He rotated his arm. It ached.
‘Yeah, but I’m fine.’
‘No, no. Better check you out while we have a bit of time here. Turn around.’
Jack turned and faced the back window. He couldn’t see beyond the glass. How did the driver see? He felt the medic’s hands as they pressed along his shoulder.
‘It’s alright. Nothing broken. This gash should be looked after.’
‘Guess you didn’t notice. Shock does that. Strange the way it takes away the pain.’
Jack felt something wet dab his shoulder.
‘You’ll need some stitches.’
June 8-9 – Capturing Fire 2018 – Washington D.C. (flight & hotel already booked)
September or Oct – to be confirmed – The Art Bar, Free Times Cafe