Excited to announce that I will be doing a radio show from my basement this Friday at 11:59 pm EST. The live video will stream from mixcloud.com/candle_ends.
"All Music is Folk Music Radio" (aka AM/FM Radio) will feature vinyl, CDs and FLAC files and it will be in beautiful crisp stereo.
This will be an hour-long broadcast. Hopefully the first of many!
I decided to forego my usual diagramming of the song for this one, but I’ll tell you where I think everyone is located. More than any song so far on the album, it feels like the instrumentation and voices haven’t been mixed in the same way that shows where everyone is sitting in regards to everyone else. Plus, this is the only track with additional musicians on it — they asked their girlfriends at the time to sing along.
Left appears to be Tony Pook’s vocals and I would guess Roy Apps’ guitar. There’s also a little keyboard part at the end, presumably Collins or Moore added it in the studio.
Center is Apps’ vocals and the girlfriend trio when it joins, which G.T. Moore explained as “Tony’s girlfriend was Rose, Roy’s girlfriend was Helen and my girlfriend was Suzy.”
Right is Collins’ accordion, and Moore’s guitar and vocals.
As the first song that I’m writing up after Tony Pook’s recent demise, it seems like a wonderful and potentially elegiac song to be examining. It’s the only Pook/Collins song on the album, noticeably Pook wrote one song with each of the rest of the band: Apps and Pook wrote “Car Crash” and Moore/Pook wrote the brief “Carnival and Penitence.”
You can never be too sure about reading biographical details into a song, indeed we can’t be sure exactly who wrote what. Yet this song does seem to written by the same person who wrote the lyrics to “Car Crash” – someone more at home in the country then the city. And by the accounts I have read of Tony Pook, he was the one (or one of the band) who didn’t feel that comfortable recording in the studio and pushed for the opportunity to record outside on his family farm. And of all the songs, this is the one with the purest nature-focused lyrics.
The main character in this song is seemingly some sort of nature god, resting and observing the winter patiently. I’m getting vibes similar to “Watcher of the Skies” by Genesis, or maybe one of their tracks from their Trespass album. This could be a Christian song, with sort of Blakean outlook on the natural world (“to see a world in a grain of sand/and a heaven in a wild flower/hold infinity in the palm of your hand/and eternity in an hour”), or it could be a pagan song.
Honestly, however, the “lord and master” of the song could just be a regular person, Pook himself perhaps, and the whole song could be a metaphor for a temporary depressive state where Pook acknowledges that he is the only one in control of his situation – “I am the melter of everything/And the snow will flow to the stream.” Seasonal imagery is often associated with the changing of one’s own life, particularly in the folk lyrics of the 60s and 70s (see Nick Drake). We might not know exactly where he was coming from, but I would point out how perfect it was that this song was chosen to be on the 2004 Gather in the Mushrooms compilation (subtitle being “The British Acid Folk Underground 1968-1974”). It’s that sweet spot of paganism and Christianity that works so well in British folk rock music. And who is the “friend of the trees?”
And while I didn’t know Tony Pook, or really have much biographical information on him, from what I know I feel comfortable thinking of this song, one of Heron’s most popular, as an appropriate elegy for the man.
Here’s a video of them playing “Lord and Master” in 2005 with their alternate line up and a female singer/keyboard player. Great to see Tony there, shining humbly.
See the waters drifting by On a winters day in the cold I am the lover of everything And I walk with a friend of the trees
The trees softly sing to the waterfall And the water it sings to the soil And the sky it longs for the sun
Living alone on the riverbank Watching the fish swimming by I am the maker of everything And I soar with the birds in the sky
The elm cries out for the summertime And the oak it calls to the birds But the maker he sits and he sighs
The snow will fall on the empty fields And will freeze the heart of the soil I am the melter of everything And the snow will flow to the stream
The stream it will flow I don't know where And the time is past and is gone And I just sing with the trees
See the waters drifting by On a winters day in the cold I am the lover of everything And I walk with a friend of the trees
The trees softly sing to the waterfall And the water it sings to the soil And the sky it longs for the sun
The official Heron band and Roy Apps Facebook pages have announced that Tony Pook, one-fourth of Heron, has passed away.
My favorite description of him comes from a commenter on YouTube who said he had purchased a table and chairs from him, and that Tony was a "top bloke."
This song, with lines like “Sitting in your mother’s garden, smoking Lebanese/Beneath the privet hedge,” and “We walked across the fields of Berkshire, resting in the hay,” shows the freak folk side of the band – the hash smoking, very English, rural guys. To be honest I know very little about their biographies, but that is the suggestion I get from what I’ve read so far.
Regarding the term “Lebanese,” I asked someone I know who lived in England in the 60s and 70s and he told me, “We used to get loads of Red and Gold Lebanese, brought in as kosher cheese.” (Internet research came up with a reference to “Lebanese” from as early as 1969). A privet hedge is a common feature of an English garden, which grows as a thick shrub wall which can often serve as a property border. And Berkshire is a county just west of London, with the largest town being Reading, although the band met up at a folk club in Maidenhead..
An Apps tune, most of the singing is Roy and Pook, with Moore singing on the chorus. A faint Hammond Organ part compliments the song in the center of the speakers. If I haven’t given enough credit to Steve Jones before, let me be sure to mention now what an important part of the group’s sound he is. Such complimentary keyboard/accordion work, perhaps because he was brought in after the songs were mostly written, that never outstays its welcome.
The song itself concerns an unrequited love, of a young person getting to know someone in the late summer. Someone trying to interpret romantic signs but ultimately resigned to just realizing that the romance wasn’t going to happen. The word “reflection” in the title has a double meaning, as it can refer to the reflection in the lake mentioned in the song.
Lying by the lake in August, rolling in the leaves
Down by the water's edge
Sitting in your mother's garden, smoking Lebanese
Beneath the privet hedge
And though I thought I caught the warmth behind your smile
I could have been deceived
But with my tear-washed eyelashes
I should have been believed
And it would be alright now we have said goodbye
But you didn't even touch my lips
But you didn't even try
We walked across the fields of Berkshire, resting in the hay
And making daisy chains
Out along the streams and rivers spread across the way
And swelled with recent rain
Stepping home a little sadly, slipping through the trees
It would be a pity, at this point to not acknowledge that today, 9/23/2020 marks the 20th anniversary of this great album, as posted today by both the official Heron page and G.T. Moore on Facebook.
What's a good way to pay tribute? Listen to the album probably -- I'm still working on the next article. And watch this little official Heron video?
A traditional song that
Moore had heard from Woody Guthrie, but one that feels right being sung in an
English pasture. I associate gooseberries with England, but apparently they are
eaten in parts of the United States too. Covering this song was the idea of
Moore, who also arranged it (he told me the rest of the band wasn’t that into
the idea at the time). On its surface, the song is about a lost love who you'll give everything up for, even a tasty dessert. In the Guthrie version below you’ll hear this version is
very similar, though noticeably Guthrie sing “had a piece of pie/had a piece of
pudding” while Heron sings “had a peach pie/had a peach pudding.” This is a perfect illustration of how folk
music lyrics change over time.
You do wonder if the reason
they recorded it twice was just because they had done two usable takes and they
needed more content for a otherwise short album, but the song does bookend the
album nicely. This version would’ve been at the end of Side 1 of the original
LP. It’s only about 23 seconds long, but made longer to allow the first side of
the album to fade out on only sounds of outdoors.
The song starts with
Moore playing and singing, then Apps joins on the right, and Pook on the left. I
thought that maybe this would’ve been the track where Jones actually sings too,
but it’s just the three main singers, so I’ll have to be baffled over why Jones
has a vocal credit on the album for a little longer.
Hank Williams also sang
this song as a farewell song, as did Doc Watson. It’s also often known as a
fiddle tune. But the exact story of what the song is about is a bit of a
mystery. I found a person on ancestry.com trying to figure out if Sally Goodin
was a real person (perhaps with the last name Goodwin). Another person
responded that Sally was a very real person, a slave who had many children with
her owner and was subsequently sold, the song being from the point of view of a
daughter who never got to see her mom.
The Bluegrass Picker’s Tune Book says that the song was originally called “Boatin’ Up Sandy,”
referring to the Big Sandy River, and that Civil War confederates had renamed
it after a Sally Goodin who ran a boarding house on the river. But again, you
can find all sorts of theories on the Internet, and these are just a few.
Sources agree however,
that the fiddle player Eck Robertson popularized the song in 1922 and its sort
of known as a rite of passage for fiddle players to be able to play the song.
Eck Robertson would say that the song was about a girl named Sally who had a
fiddle contest to see which boyfriend to marry. She also was said to have many
children, Eck would joke that she had 14 children, so he learned to play the song 14 different ways. Here's fiddle-player Daniel Carwile playing the song and talking a little bit about it.
A Moore song that Pook liked, so it was given to
him to sing. Now that I’m able to pick out their voices, I feel like each one
subtly reveals a personality. I feel like in a more regular band, Pook could’ve
been the solo singer and maybe even a bit of a pop idol. But on the other hand, it seems to be his personality which influenced the band to leave the studio for the field outside Pook's parent's farm.
This song seems to be about a young friend who’s having difficulties with
growing up and interacting with the world around him. I often picture the
character Phil Daniels played in “Raven,” a boy released from a juvenile
detention center who struggles to fit into with his foster family. Someone who
has tried to do their best but ended up shunned by society. In hearing the song a few time I wondered if the song is a bit of a "telling off" in the same vein as Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone."
Not Parklife. Daniels in Raven.
There’s a certain awkwardness to the “please
don’t hit” line, but it also seems authentic – like the writer is a little
afraid of this “one time singer, one time loser” and has to insist that he
staggers off and helps himself somehow. Or if you think of the song a different
way . . . the “Little Boy” could be the writer himself, saying the immature
parts of himself need to go away.
Musically the song starts with Pook hitting the harmonica note played by Moore,
with dual guitars on the left and right and Jones’ piano in the left. After a little bit of looking online I believe that what Jones is actually playing is an electro-acoustic instrument called a "pianet." The Hohner-Pianet N, to be more precise, as featured in their field photo and in this video:
Apps joins on the left singing, and Moore, who sings on the right on the second verse, also adds harmonica. The song seems to fade out into what sounds like, let’s be honest, the perfect afternoon.
Here's Heron doing "Little Boy" with Gerry Power. Interesting because it's one of the only Moore compositions they're filmed doing in this concert, I believe. Perhaps still a favorite of Pook?
I'm a little unsure about some of the lyrics here. The above video helped, but they seemed to have sang it out of order anyway: