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MAEVE MULVANY’S RARE RECORDING OF “FOGGY DEW”

In 21st Century Culture on January 26, 2012 at 2:48 AM


Does Tumblr protect the content a user uploads or not? Sadly, I do not know...

 

The reason I am not providing a downloadable link for the material is out of respect for the IP and Copyright Attribution for the original artists and producers. In particular, REX Heritage Disc in Holyoke, MA and most of all, the late Maeve Mulvany-Moore, her family, friends and fans. Sadly, the album IS, in fact, out of print and hard to find. It makes it even harder to preserve if people are pirating the material. There is no way to track increasing interest, downloads and all the statistical data demanded to finance any re-lease or for an accredited university to pay the $375.00 in order to add it to their library.

If her solo album, IRISH REBEL BALLADS, became readily-available for digital download under $10, would you spend the money? How about $5? Or even $1 for a song? I would — if it were available. Since it is not, I hate the idea of my attempt to share it affecting anything other than celebrating the work. What I originally tried repeatedly to post on Tumblr, as seen above referring to Mulvany’s JAMES CONNELLY, the site published and holds the post-listing, “PODCAST 73528349,” or something like that. It does for all the music I upload. I am now considering deleting it — What do you think? Am I just lacking computer savvy?

What has been impressed on a vinyl record was a voice, a woman named Maeve Mulvany, whose sound echoes of a time to be remembered, not forgotten. Is it simply a record of an event; a record of people playing music in a room; or is its simplicity masking a rare treasure to be preserved?

I say compromising the preservation or potential availability for future generations is a responsibility we all have to take on. Especially if we consider how our own actions can help support less internet regulation by federal governments. Call me nuts and give me a good reason to consider my position wrong. Who knows for sure?

Copyright 2012 by KHC, GidgetWidget™
Recording courtesy of
REX HERITAGE DISC, Stereo, LP 772
Music and Vocals by Maeve Mulvany 
Special Thanks to VinylRevolution.com 
Foggy Dew,” Traditional Irish Folk Ballad

Retrospect

In Millennial Generation on January 25, 2012 at 6:09 PM

RETROSPECT

Written as a poem prior to a weekend playing music and jamming with friends up in the mountains, the song it became in 1998/1999 is lost with the cassette tape-recording. I can still play it back in my mind and before it fades from my memory, at least in some way, the lyrics may live on. I dedicated it to Kristen K and if you’re out there, lovely red-haired lady, then it’s you, me and ‘THE ROACH’ keepin’ it smokin’. 

I hung up the phone last night

You had told me everything was all right

Then why the pain of fear and fright touch my heart?

I remember the last days of summertime

We were children in our innocence and in our minds

Do you remember that fateful day

When we learned about the ways that a human being can prey

We were fine ‘til we heard that noise

Underneath of the apple tree in your yard

Its funny how we never make any sense…

You came to me in a dream last night. Your illusion reflected in a pool of light.

Asked me if I would pause to catch a dream.

You took my hand and we tumbled down

a flight of stairs until we reached the ground.

The grass was soft beneath my feet.

It was then that you turned and ran away. Leaving me…what to say?

What does it mean?

And the air turned cold as I walked all alone on a road of broken cobblestone.

I heard your voice. From far away. And I called to you. To come back and play. But I couldn’t understand the answer that you gave.

So I told my legs to run. Faster than they had ever done. Towards your voice ‘cause I’d made the choice that I would never leave your side.

Look back. As I turned my head and the wind blew cold. And we froze.

How was I supposed to know?

How was I supposed to know?

I remember the last days of summer in our lives. In our innocence we disbelieved in time.

And you lost me. And you lost me when I left you.

And you lost me. And you lost me ‘cause I loved you.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Copyright 1999, 2012 by Kimberly Cox

HE MUST BE SUCH A MAN….

In LIFE on January 21, 2012 at 12:20 PM

For My Own Dark Knight, With Love, From His Own Dizzy Dame

You had me at “FAAAAH-uck You!”

Happy Birthday, Frank, you brilliant and beguiling man!

Down these mean streets a man must go…. (Wearing a black fedora and trench coat, of course.)

THE SIMPLE ART OF MURDER
 
 
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