Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Unearthing Heron, pt. 8

 


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
Much slower than we came
Till getting home I kissed you once
And you just spoke my name

And it would be alright now we have said goodbye
But you didn't even touch my lips
But you didn't even try

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Happy 50th Anniversary to Heron's first album.

 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?