I haven't written any blogs in a while...I'm very inconsistent with this blog! But something exciting is happening right now that you should know about; Esperanza Spalding is creating an album from scratch in three days and she's live streaming the whole thing. It's absolutely thrilling to watch! I'm not sure if it'll be possible to watch back after the fact. It's the jazz super bowl...watch along with me;
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Hello Lisbon! I'm here to go on a little musical adventure and do a week long songwriting workshop with Tillery in the Centro Cultural de Belém. Tillery is the collective noun for a gaggle of songwriters (namely Becca Stevens, Gretchen Parlato and Rebecca Martin) and if you haven't heard of them well have a listen to this little chunk of beauty right here:
So there I am last night in my room after a long day of being a tourist (the workshop doesn't start till tomorrow morning so plenty of time for sightseeing!) and I kept getting interrupted by cockroaches. Now listen here, I know cockroaches aren't that big a deal, that they're a fact of life in lots of warm countries but I don't care...we don't have them in Ireland and as far as I'm concerned they're the grossest thing on the planet! So I decided to get out of there and go sing a new song I've written in the warm night air.
Anyone want to recommend places I should check out while I'm here? On my list so far is Hot Club and Fábrica Braco de Prata. I'm open to suggestions! Answers on a postcard...or on Facebook, twitter, instagram or the comments below.
The Selfish Sister
Click clack throw your head back when you laugh
Tiny teeth white secrets in your mouth Yours to keep like sweets you'll suck them dry Dreams like secrets shatter in the light. Tic tac little toes on little feet Snip snap lacey fingers tracing me Truth, a toy it's just beyond your grasp Fumbled, crumpled chins and grazed palms. Fairytales, make believe, stories on a shelf Our fantasies I made them real and stole them while you slept. *Treasure, magic, love and blame I kept them for myself Guilt like breadcrumbs left a trail You found me. You found me. You found me. You found me. You'l grow up and I won't hold your hand You won't struggle with those demons I have Skip, trip lightly, don't step on the cracks Eyes wide open brilliant as a lamp. You found me. You found me. You found me. You found me.
*I flubbed this lyric a little in the video, a freudian slip I think because I'm not completely sold on it. I'll probably change it down the line.
FÓDI had been saying for a while that I would come up with a better name for The West Pier Song Cycle and at last I have!
I visited a lovely little museum in Donegal called Gelncolmcille Folk Village and the tour guide was a young guy who happened to be heading to Dublin to start studying songwriting in BIMM the following month, anyway he had great anecdotes about traditional home building in Ireland. I'm pretty sure the tourists visiting from abroad couldn't understand a word of his accent but I enjoyed it.
*that second one is an Irish word pronounced bame. To put béím on something means to to emphasise it which just sounds exactly like what it means!
I got some good news today that I'm very excited about! I've been awarded an Arts Professional Development grant from Dún Loaghaire Rathdown County Council Arts Office to finish composing the Telepathic Two Song Cycle!
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Ríona Sally Hartman
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