English voices
Having listened to music in a much more concentrated way over the past three years (that being the length of time I have had an iPod), I have discovered a number of things about my likes and passions. One that I didn't know about before is the quality of the English female voice. Kathleen Ferrier and Sandy Denny both had a tone and sound that is as controlled and limpid as Miles Davis's trumpet or Sidney Bechet's clarinet. Go to the Wikipedia page for Kathleen Ferrier. There are some samples there. Despite the age of the recordings, Ferrier's voice shines through. Her renditions of English folk songs like Blow The Wind Southerly and The Keel Row are twee by today's standards, but (for me at least) essential listening. Sandy Denny's voice shines in a similar way in her recordings with Fairport Convention. Listen to Who Knows Where The Time Goes on the Unhalfbricking album. Denny's voice shines out from a fairly unprepossessing instrumental background. Currently it is my choice of music to be played at my funeral (although I hope not for many years). It has the curious effect of making we weak with sadness and simultaneously lifting my heart. How does that happen? I think this clarity of voice is an English trait. For me it isn't present in much Scottish music. I love the Delgados, but Emma Pollock's vocals were only a part of that sound (and her solo work doesn't move me at all). Very few American vocalists reach the same clarity, generally because of an excess of vibrato or melisma. It is also a female thing, and is usually rooted in the naturalistic style of the folk song. What about living singers? Certainly Kate Rusby and Eliza Carthy come close, but I have a feeling that these voices are rare, and we were lucky to have ours even for the short time that we did. Kathleen Ferrier died of breast cancer on 8 October 1953 at the age of 41. Sandy Denny of a brain haemorrhage on 21 April 1978 aged 31. Thanks to the wonders of recording we can enjoy their voices a lifetime and more later.
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You caught me at a
You caught me at a vulnerable moment. Steak dinner inside me, glass of red alongside. Bought the whole Kathleen Ferrier album. Just watch her climb that chart. Presumably you're working for iTunes...
I wish I was on commission
I wish I was on commission now!
The paragraph break thing doesn't seem to be working as advertised. This blog entry should have been in three paragraphs, but my white space hasn't made it through to the final version.
Is there a Mac issue here?
Mark Gould
I don't believe so
I'm on a mac, and I don't have this issue. Have you tried editing your entry to see if you can fix the formatting?
Hmm.
I'll leave this one for now -- it doesn't have an edit button on it for some reason!
Fickle friends at a funeral
I've usually been of the opinion that funerals are for the benefit of the living and it's their choice that counts regarding music. However, "Who knows where the time goes?" has always been my first choice, if I were to make one known. The only problem is the line "Your fickle friends are leaving", which might be misconstrued by those unfamiliar with the song as some kind of bitter parting shot.