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Quarehawk

by Michael Walsh

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Quarehawk: I am the quarehawk, I am the one whose head dances to a different beat I am too straight for you not straight enough for you I am part you but not with you I am of you but i'm not like you Your machismo choked me I was always on edge I am the awkward, itching kid in the aran jumper, I am the Irish kid doing that jiggy stuff I am the English cousin doing the Irish stuff I am the boy who could be a girl I am that little boy who plays with dolls I am that young man who had a crush on you I am that young man you humiliated I am big gay Mike, I heard you say it I am the fluter who wants to play slow I want to embrace you and say it'll be o.k., Find your own wild geese or other quarehawks like you Though my wings are out stretched now and I can look you in the eye my feathers remain ruffled because I am a quarehawk. Let them laugh all you like, go on have a gawk, We'll choose my own wings whether fairy or hawk, Because I was his quarehawk, He made his own quarehawk I made my own quarehawk I am the quarehawk!
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The Shores of Lough Bran. Sit you down loyal comrades with me for a while Till I spend my last hours round Erin’s green isle, So, fill up your glasses and we’ll drink hand to hand For tomorrow I’ll be leaving my home at Lough Bran. Go brách brách ní shiúlfaidh mé timpeall Chnoc an Fhornocht Nó fán sean mhuileann álainn, An aít úd gan locht Nó fa na gleanntáin glas’ aoibhinn ar ghnách liom ‘bheith ann ‘baint sásaimh as a úlra ata fa chladach Loch Bran. (Translation) No more will I wander round Farnaugh’s green hill And the place I love fondest was the bound by the mill And the green fertile valley where so oft times I ran To inhale those fresh breezes round the shore of Lough Bran. Los mios pas queden solos nun faen más que llorar, cola murnia y les llárimes que-yos funden el coral. Pero si pa ayudalos voi tener que colar llueñe de la mio Erin y el verdor de Lough Bran. (Translation) My father and mother you will now hear them cry While the tears and bewailing shall moisten their brow But I will assist them please God if I can Far far from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran 4. On the in-coming morning I will bid you adieu From Leitrim, Drumshambo and sweet Carrick too And no matter what fortunes I meet far away My thoughts will be with you by night and by day My thoughts will be with you while life hold’s span Far far from Lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.
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The Visitor for James Hugh Garry. My father is with me, he visits me, calls to me from the dark. Plays tricks, turning lights on and turning lights off, changing channels on TV. Once, when I was sleeping, he shaved my eyebrow. I could feel the warm water drips from his fingertips. The soft, slow scraping blade, the dabbing of is off white handkerchief And a kiss, a kiss so soft, it might never have happened. My father was a fighter, hands like bricks, buckets for fists Heart of fire, glowing golden, flowing and he loved the best he could. For he knew little of love and hungered the most basic of things, The very fundamentals, the glue that binds the heart and soul together. But he did the best he could and I believe he loved. My father was a dancer, feet like leaves on a breeze He’d glide in and out and in and out and in and he stole the heart of my mother with a single waltz. Mesmerized her eyes and mind with a single dance and she swears she floated that night just above the dance floor and by the look in her eyes when she told me, she was probably right. My father is with me, he visits me, he calls to me from the dark. He plays tricks, turning lights on and turning lights off and changing channels on TV And once when I was sleeping he shaved my eyebrow. I could feel the warm water drips from his fingertips, the soft slow scraping blade and the dabbing of his off-white handkerchief and a kiss so soft, It might never have happened. Copyright Michael Garry
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Come, me little son, and I will tell you what we’ll do: Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale I’ll tell to you; It’s all about your daddy, he’s a man you seldom see, He’s had to roam, far away from home, away from you and me. But remember lad, he’s still your dad though he’s working far away In the cold and heat, eighty hours a week, on England’s motorway. When you fall and hurt yourself and get up feeling bad, It isn’t any use to go a-running for your dad, For the only time since you was born he’s had to stay with you, He was out of a job and we hadn’t a bob, he was signing on the broo. But remember, lad, he’s still your dad and he really earns his pay, Working day and night upon the site of England’s motorway. Sure, we need your daddy here, sure it would be fine To have him working nearer home and to see him all the time; But beggars can’t be choosers and we have to bear our load, For we need the money your daddy earns a-working on the road. So remember, lad, he’s still your dad and he’ll soon be here to stay For a week or two with me and you when he’s built the motorway.
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about

Born Manchester and raised in Stockport England, I grew up learning Sligo style music from Marian Egan. In my teens I was tutored by the wonderful Tony Ryan. My music reflects these origins, my Yorkshire home and my love for the music of the Iberian peninsula and beyond. My flute playing is inspired by Irish traditional flute players Roger Sherlock, Tony Howley, Michael Tubridy, Peter Horan and Kevin Henry. The album charts the last three years of my life. Celebration, loss, moving on and finding my own voice. As well as being a full time dad, I teach traditional music and I’m a Doctoral student at the University of Sheffield Department of Music, Supervised by Dr Simon Keegan-Phipps and Dr Fay Hield, researching identity, nationalism and music in the contemporary Asturian Folk Scene in northern Spain.

credits

released May 29, 2020

Musicians In order of appearance.
Michael Walsh: Vocals (3, 9) Spoken word (2) Wooden Flute (1,2,5,6,7,9,10,11,12,13) Low Whistle (9) Tin Whistle (4,8,9) Hulusi (3)
Paul Daly: Wooden Flute (1, 12)
Amanda Lewis: Fiddle (1, 12)
Kepa Junkera: Trikitixas/ Accordions (2, 13)
Simon Bradley: Fiddle (2, 6, 13)
Anthony Davies: Keyboards (2, 3, 10, 13)
Bryony Griffith: Vocals (3) Fiddle (4)
Leticia González Menéndez: Vocals (3) Pandeiru (6),
Liz Hanks: Cello (3, 5, 7)
Ríoghnach Connolly: Vocals (3)
Will Hampson: Melodeon (4)
Mike Garry: Spoken Word (5)
Michael McGoldrick: Drone Guitars & Samples (5), Bodhrán (8, 10)
Helen Gubbins: Button Accordion (6)
Rubén Bada: Bouzouki (6)
Production:
Tracks 1, 4, 7, 8, 11, 12 produced by Michael Walsh.
Tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 10, 13 produced by Michael Walsh & Michael McGoldrick.
Track 9 produced by Michael Walsh & Tom Wright.

Recorded and Engineered By:
Michael McGoldrick at Boxroom Studios Manchester.
Tom Wright at Powered Flight, Sheffield.
Sergio Rodriguez, Tutu Studios, Asturies.
Sam Proctor Music Production, Sheffield.
Kepa Junkera, Basque Country.
Rubén Bada, Asturies.
Mixed by Sam Proctor.
Mastered by Nick Cooke
Photography: Simon Buckley @ Not Quite Light. www.notquitelight.com
Artwork and Design : Rosie Hood.

This album is dedicated to my father, Patrick Walsh from Roughan, Carnacon, Co Mayo, Ireland. 1938 -2017 (placed on right hand of second page of cover)

Thanks to: My wife Sarah and children Celeste and Osgur for always supporting me. Thanks to my mum, Nellie Walsh, for instilling the love of music in me. Gowna did good. My in-laws for the childcare! Thanks especially to Michael McGoldrick and Tom Wright who got me back working in the studio after dad died. Such gentle, kind men. Thanks to Sam Proctor for helping me be a completer finisher. Thanks to all the wonderful musicians in Ireland, England, Asturies and Euskal Herria who offered their services and showed me such warmth and kindness when I needed it over the past three years. The mighty Leeds Céilí Band. Simon Buckley from Not Quite Light who made it possible for me to bring my ideas to the stage for the first time and took my photos. Thanks to George Ormiston, flute maker.

Arrangements/ Publishing credits
1. The Lathe Revival Part 1: Marian's Favourite (composed by Tony Sullivan, aka Sully).
2. Quarehawk (Celeste’s Jig , Osgur Boo Jig, Dr Dalrymple’s Fancy Jig, Quare Hawk Poem (Music & Lyrics P & C Michael Walsh) (Arr: Michael Walsh, Simon Bradley, Kepa Junkera, Anthony Davies, Michael McGoldrick)
3. The Shores of Lough Bran (Trad Arr: Michael Walsh, Anthony Davies, Liz Hanks, Ríoghnach Connolly, Leticia González Menéndez, Bryony Griffith, Michael McGoldrick).
4. The Boys of Blue Hill / The Stockport Hornpipe (Trad Arr: Michael Walsh, Simon Bradley, Bryony Griffith, Will Hampson).
5. The Visitor (Words copyright: Mike Garry. Music Trad Arr: Michael Walsh, Liz Hanks, Michael McGoldrick).
6. Barralin /Pasucáis de Uviéu. (Barralin: J.M. Tejedor / Trad Arr: Michael Walsh, Simon Bradley, Helen Gubbins, Ruben Bada, Leticia González Menéndez).
7. Tribute to Peadar O’Donnell (written by Donal Lunny. Published by DLM/Perfect Songs)
8. Paddy’s Return/ Trip to Athlone (Trad arr: Michael Walsh/ Michael McGoldrick)
9. Come My Little Son (England’s Motorway) (Copyright Ewan McColl Stormking Music Inc. 1963)
10. Boys of the Lough/ Trip to Birmingham (Trad Arr: Michael Walsh, Anthony Davies, Michael McGoldrick/ Josie McDermott)
11. Ships in Full Sail, Killavil Jig & Michael Dwyer’s ( Trad Arr: Michael Walsh./Trad Arr: Michael Walsh/ Michael Dwyer).

12. Lathe Revival part 2. Crowley’s Reel (Trad Arr: Michael Walsh, Paul Daly, Amanda Lewis).
13: Bonus Track: Quarehawk (Kepa Junkera Party mix, instrumental) (Celeste’s Jig , Osgur Boo Jig, Dr Dalrymple’s Fancy Jig Copyright Michael Walsh. Arr: Michael Walsh, Simon Bradley, Kepa Junkera, Anthony Davies, Michael McGoldrick).

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Manchester born, Sheffield based singer, fluter & poet. My music reflects growing up in the Irish community in Manchester my Yorkshire home & my love for the music of the Iberian peninsula. My flute playing is inspired by Irish traditional music from the west of Ireland. The album charts the last three years of my life. Celebration, loss, moving on & finding my own voice. ... more

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