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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Music

"WILD HOLY BAND" – MIKE’S NEW SONG ON BELIEVER MAGAZINE CD

The home demo recording of Mike Scott’s new song A Wild Holy Band, a ten minute-plus epic narrative starring a handsome taxi driver, two sad lovers, a crumbling druid college and a roll-call of gods, sailors, literary characters and at least one briefly-glimpsed Waterboy, will get its unexpected world premiere on a music CD accompanying the July edition of the American arts magazine Believer. The recording is a rare opportunity to hear Mike’s work behind the scenes, to experience a song in the raw before it has been taken to the band, and it features only a drum machine and Mike’s own vocal, guitar and piano. The CD comes with Believer’s annual music issue, and among the 13 other artists included are Stuart Moxham, Lisa Germano, Lloyd Cole, David Sylvian, Mary Margaret O’Hara and Stephen Duffy. The magazine comes out is available now from here.


LET THE EARTH BEAR WITNESS – NOW WITH FARSI SUBTITLES

LET THE EARTH BEAR WITNESS, The Waterboys’ video/song tribute to the Iranian protesters is now uploaded to youtube with the song’s lyric, written by W.B. Yeats, in Farsi (Persian) subtitles. View it here.
Thursday, June 25, 2009 
Mike Scott, his wife Janette and Waterboys’ webmaster Ian Barratt have created a 3-minute video titled LET THE EARTH BEAR WITNESS in tribute to the Iranian protesters. The film shows fantastic images of the uprising in Iran to a soundtrack of a split-new Waterboys with a lyric by the great Irish poet WB Yeats. Says Mike: "Let The Earth Bear Witness is inspired by the amazing scenes of hundreds of thousands of Iranian people standing up for their rights and freedom. I took the words from two old Yeats poems, in which he was writing about Irish freedom fighters. But his words apply to any freedom fighters, anytime, anywhere in the world."

The film is live on youtube now and can be viewed here.

We’re working on a version with subtitles in Farsi and this will also be posted shortly. If you find the film inspiring please pass on or tweet the link to everyone you know.

LET THE EARTH BEAR WITNESS words by W.B. Yeats

They shall be remembered for ever
They shall be alive for ever
They shall be speaking for ever
The people shall hear them for ever

Let the sea bear witness
Let the wind bear witness
Let the earth bear witness
Let the stars bear witness!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009 
I'm Working my way through AE's book The Avatars, and now it turns out to be about two gods who appear on earth and their impact on a group of friends, including the poet, seeker and seer mentioned in the last blog.  As before, as I go through the book I'm noting quotes that speak to me with a spiritual energy and wisdom, and here again is a selection:

"What we really love in others is not what they seem to the outer but to the inner vision."

"I always thought the Golden Age never really departed from earth. Driven out of cities and palaces, it still lingers in remote valleys like this."

"Civilisation began in some primæval forest when a woman first plucked a flower and put it in her hair, and appeared like a spirit to her savage lover."

"I read books prophetic about the future but the writers conceive only of more perfect mechanisms, not of a lordlier humanity.  They imagine nothing about ourselves. Yet what could me more exciting? Whether, for instance, in ten thousand years we may not be able to send our thoughts as we will to distant friends; whether we might not be able to extend consciousness into nature and interpret to ourselves the life of rock, water, earth or tree. Our prophets do not speculate on human destiny, whether that other world which shines invisibly about us might not gradually become as native to us as this; whether we might not find the wings of the psyche unfolding and a spiritual body be born from the womb of this mortal body. We have in us in germ such powers. Their development is not incredible."

"The wise ones assume excellent forms in secret."

"How great a price we must pay to be made luminous within!"

"When I woke yesterday morning I felt like a boat whose anchor had been lifted and the wind was blowing it out of harbour."

"The universe itself is nothing but Imagination ceaselessly creative. The Imagination and Will which uphold it are in us also."

"You and I carry the universe in our packs."

"That young girl has been burdened with great mysteries. You were right to question nothing, to ask no more. These are things which are lost through speaking of them.  It would be wrong to break her mood of wonder. In solitude she may recall and make those marvels all her own. When she has made them secure in memory she will tell us about them and I am sure she will understand. I do not believe vision is vouchsafed to any without its interpretation."



Sunday, May 17, 2009 
I'm reading a very obscure book, The Avatars, by A.E., the Irish mystic of the early 20th century.  It's a book long out of print, purchased a fortnight ago for €65 in Cathach Books, the Antiquarian shop just off Grafton Street in the centre of Dublin.

The Avatars is sub-titled "A Futurist Fantasy" and it's a strange tale - at least so far; I'm a third of the way through - about a poet, a youthful seeker and an older wise man, and their visions.  

As I read through I keep noting wonderful quotes full of spiritual energy.  I have the feeling these are perhaps more understandable now than they were in A.E.'s day, due to the cultural and scientific advances, and increased spiritual freedoms, of the past century.  I mark each of them in pencil for future reference.  I may want simply to remember them, or I may want to co-opt them into a song or piece of writing (source acknowledged of course), or I may want to quote them.

Or I might just want to share them with you.  

So here, for your pleasure and inspiration, are Scott's choice cuttings, culled from the pages of A.E.'s The Avatars:

"There was a spirit in the wild people who lived among the hills which was not in the people of the cities.  They belonged, however remotely, to some mystic empire.  The dullest peasant might break silence with a phrase in which the mountains seemed to speak rather than a man."

"As he brooded on the picture he felt a quickening of the imagination.  His fingers began to quiver as if what he had imagined had run from head to hand."

"To the ancients, Earth was a living being.  We who walk upon it know no more of the magnificence within it than a gnat alighting on the head of Dante might know of the furnace of passion and imagination beneath."

"The soul of Earth is our lost Eden."

"The real betrayal of Jesus was not by Judas, but by the other apostles who would not speak of the laughter of Jesus."

"I want to wear cap and bells before the Throne, to clash cymbals and dance, not abase myself before the Lord with my nose in the dust and my hinder parts pointing to the heavens like crawling saints in religious pictures."

"The majesty which held constellations and galaxies, suns, stars and moons inflexibly in their paths, could yet throw itself into infinite, minute and delicate forms of loveliness with no less joy, and he knew that the tiny grass might whisper its love to an omnipotence that was tender towards it."

"Everything, little pimpernel, is hurrying godwards, and you will get there, changing from flower to star on the way."

"Atoms are the creation of the infinite and bear signs of the majestic ancestry."

"The final gift of the infinite to its children will be itself."


I'll post more as I progress through the book.



Monday, April 27, 2009 
Several times recently I've read the comments on our myspace page and have noticed something that is becoming widespread all over myspace: the fan comments and messages are being usurped by ads and announcements.  I had our web team put up a 'please don't post ads or announcements' sign a few months back, but it hasn't had much effect.  

This is a shame because comments pages used to be interesting.  Once upon a myspace time I used to enjoy going to other bands' pages and reading comments from their fans and friends.  It was interesting and offered a window on the relationship betweens bands and their audiences.  Now whenever I look at another band's page, the comments are at least 50% ads, often far more.

The drag is: it's other myspacers who're doing it.  The hijacking of the fan/comments space for the promotion of peoples' own pet projects, releases, ventures has become acceptable practice.  But that doesn't make it OK.

That this is a vile practice which - ad by ad - destroys the quality of the online environment for everyone else is self-evident.  I won't labour the point.  But I would like to share with you an interest of mine: unpacking the myriad creative ways that the hijackers use to muscle in on our space.  Here goes:


Mick Puck presents (fanfare)

A FEW OF THE DEVIOUS AND CREATIVE METHODS OF PLACING YOUR AD ON SOMEONE ELSE'S MYSPACE PAGE

1) The ad masquerading as a thankyou

lots of people send automatic "thanks for the add" messages, which is fine, but many of them include a picture of their album, or an ad for their gig, or an example of their artwork services.  As we all know, these people are really just taking the opportunity to plug whatever they're doing.  But to be more honest, they should drop the second 'd' from the word "add".  Example on Waterboys comments page: Ghost Of A Dog, March 7.


2) The ad masquerading as a supportive message

like 1) but instead of "thanks for the add" it will say something enthusiastic but not band-specific, like "brilliant! I love your stuff', then the inevitable artwork/ad/announcement.  By giving the enthusiastic comment they hope that the gullible band owning the page will mistake them for aficianados and so not delete their ad.


3) the repeatedly sent "message"

it always amuses me to come across serial comment-makers who send an almost identical comment every few days, or perhaps weekly, in a creative but transparent attempt to ensure that they permanently occupy a space among the shown comments, so as to pick up as much online "traffic" as possible.  The following lady sent messages to our page every week for two years (almost all deleted by our trusty team) always with the same cheesy impersonal one- or two-word message:  http://www.myspace.com/glorianuti


4) The generic-but-could-conceivably-be-directed-at-you begging message

Excerpt from one such sent 4th March: "I don't expect you to read this, and I wouldn't dream of you listening to my stuff but I'm inviting everybody to listen to the latest tune I've uploaded and I just couldn't leave you out. It's called...."  The dude will have sent this to everyone on his friends list.


5) The no-nonsense free ad. 

In which someone simply posts announcing their event/record release/whatever.  Still annoying and a hijacking of the space, but in its absence of deceit or guile this variant is preferable to 1) - 4)


6) The ad leavened by a brief Waterboys-specific message.  

The Mahones from Toronto are adepts at this one.  A huge gurning photo of the band, with a click-through to their site, has underneath it a short one-line message like "Waterboys we love ya!" which is very nice, but still an ad.  The Mahones look so charmingly preposterous in their ridiculous hats and tattoos that we always leave their comments in place anyway.


7) The ad disguised as a greeting with band name inserted by software.

Some people use a software program to insert the names of all their individual 'friends' into otherwise generic ad messages in an attempt to make it look like an authentic personal message.  We can always spot those ones because they address us like this: "Greetings The Waterboys" or "Hello The Waterboys" which is how the software detects us but which no sane person would say.


8) The shameless pleader.

This commenter simply says things like "Please listen to my new song" or "Please read my new chapter" and has no shame.


All of these people have a right to publicise their work, but the way to do it is to pay for an advert, not hijack a space intended for bands and their fans.  It's a kind of freeloading, a looking for free advertising space without consideration of the consequences.  And perhaps the saddest thing about the phenomenon is that it makes it harder for bands to discern who is a real fan or friend and who is a freeloader.  Lots of genuine fans post goodwill messages with pictures, and they can look very very similar to the dodgy ad-posters.  

A last word. If any of you ad posters are reading this, I've got a message for you.  You're dumbing down the world.

Sunday, April 05, 2009 
Last Week I posted the lyric, by JM Synge, of the recent Waterboys recording The Passing Of The Shee, here:

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=71722921&blogId=478732958

but I left out the note, inserted by Synge, that he'd written the words after looking at a painting by AE.

AE was the pen name of George Russell (1867-1935), a writer, poet, activist and painter who lived in Dublin and was a friend of WB Yeats, Synge, Lady Gregory and all the other figures of the Irish/Celtic literary and artistic renaissance. Several of you who tracked down the lyric in Synge's poetry book have helped me try and discover which of AE's works it was inspired by. We haven't found out yet, but a wonderful side benefit of the research has been the exposure to the paintings of AE, many of which can be found as jpegs on the internet.

For AE wasn't just a writer and artist, he was a mystic, and this is represented in his work. He saw other dimensions of reality, and the inhabitants of these realms. And he brought back these visions in the form of his paintings so we can see them too. Sometimes the visions were of plumed and luminous spirit beings, but even when AE was painting simple earthly scenes, for example children dancing or paddling in the sea or workers resting against a country wall, he framed them in a mystical light, as if he was looking at this world through the veils of another.

I find his paintings beautiful and evocative, and they touch me on a soul level. Yesterday I posted a number of them on my twitter photos page and judging by the response, a lot of other people feel the same way. Maybe you will too. You can view them here:

http://twitpic.com/photos/mickpuck


Tuesday, March 24, 2009 
THE PASSING OF THE SHEE / VIGILANTE – download single

Two brand new Waterboys tracks are available NOW to download at our website store.

http://www.townsend-records.co.uk/sites/waterboys/index.php?productId,,00192&pTypeId=6

The Passing Of The Shee and Vigilante form a double ‘a’ side download single available only on our website, price £1.49. The Passing Of The Shee has lyrics by Irish author J.M. Synge and was set to music and recorded by Mike Scott to mark the centenary of Synge’s death a hundred years ago today. Vigilante is a brand new Waterboys song, featuring Mike on most instruments and Steve Wickham on fuzz fiddle.

Samples of both tracks can be heard on the store, and the full-length Passing Of The Shee is available to listen to (but not download) on our myspace player.

Paige
xx
Tuesday, March 24, 2009 
To commemorate the centenary (today) of the death of one of my favourite Irish writers, J.M. Synge, I've taken one of Synge's poems, set it to music and made a two-minute mad whirlwind of a record out of it. It's up on the myspace player now and later today it'll be available to buy as a download (along with another new track) from our website store.

Synge is most famous for his brilliant plays which include Playboy Of The Western World and Riders To The Sea, and his book The Aran Islands. He was a mate of W.B. Yeats and my recording of The Passing Of The Shee gives a faint kinda taste of the one of the flavours of the big Yeats music project I'm working on (which will become a stage show and album in 2010).

Here is Synge's wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Millington_Synge

And, in answer to a request from my superb wife, here is the lyric of The Passing Of The Shee:

Adieu, sweet Aengus, Maeve and Fand
ye plumed yet skinny Shee
that poets played with, hand in hand
to learn their ecstacy

we'll stretch in Red Dan Sally's ditch
and drink in Tubber Fair
we'll poach with Red Dan Sally's bitch
the badger and the hare!



Mike S


Monday, March 09, 2009 
JuSt for the pHun of it, like, and 'cOs I've nUtHin else to dO today, I've been at the mASh-uPs again, taking a fave wAtErBoYs track and playing aRoUnD with it. Yesterday it was the oUtRo from CROwN, today it's ShE TrIeD tO HoLd mE. Found an old rOuGh mix of the sOnG, done early iN the rEcOrDiNg prOCess, featuring a cOuNtRy lead guitar by ChRiS bRuCe that we didn't UsE in the FiNaL mix. Sounded gOLDuRnEd great. Wove it together with the mAiN song, used an extended ouTrO (the record's OuTrO was edited) with ChRiS's main gUiTaR solo, stuck 'em all together then aDdEd a couple of fUnKy subtle dRuM LoOps to the whole thing (you'll never nOtiCE them, but you'll fEeL 'em).

This is pLaY, and the toys are gArAgEbAnD and BiAs pEaK (wicked cOmPtUtEr pRoGraMmes, for the uNiNiTiAtEd among you). Reminds me of the wEeKs I spent in 2o07 editing and mEsSiNg with other peoples' mUsiC when I was preparing the WaTeRbOyS pre-gig tapes. I just LoVe turning stuff sDrAwKcAb, iNsIdE uP & dOwNsiDe UnDeR. cOoL being able to ExPlOdE them straight to mySpAcE too. Expect mOrE.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009 
THE SERPENT’S HEAD - NEW TUNE ON MYSPACE
We’ve just uploaded a brand new Waterboys tune to myspace. The Serpent’s Head is a deliciously slithery Steve Wickham jig, eloquently played on fiddle, treated and mixed by Mike Scott with backwards tapes. To listen click on profile pic then access the audio player.

WATERBOYS UPDATES ON TWITTER
You can now get Waterboys news updates on Twitter, direct to your phone or blackberry. Visit: http://twitter.com/WaterboysUpdate

MIKE SCOTT ON TWITTER
Mike has his own Twitter page under the alias MickPuck. Visit: http://twitter.com/MickPuck


Monday, February 02, 2009 
Cool British remixer Don Jackson, aka Headstrong, has done a killer mix of the Waterboys classic Trumpets. Check it out on our myspace player and let us know what you think. We have it on excellent authority that Mike and Anto both love it.

Paige
xx
Saturday, December 13, 2008 
It's Mike Scott's 50th birthday tomorrow (Sunday 14 Dec) and to mark the occasion we've uploaded a live version of Savage Earth Heart recorded at the Glastonbury Festival in 2000. For anyone who wasn't there, this was the Waterboys' comeback, the band's first British show in almost ten years; an emotionally-charged occasion on the eve of the release of A Rock In The Weary Land. To hear Mike ripping it up that night on the Waterboys' most totemic song, with Richard Naiff (keys), Jeremy Stacey (drums) and Livingstone Brown (bass), click over to our myspace player, crank up your sound system and imagine yourself there.

Paige
x
Tuesday, December 09, 2008 
The day I moved to Dublin, January 4th 1986. was the day Phil Lynott died. For those few of you who don't know "Philo" was the tall black Irishman who fronted the rock band Thin Lizzy. He was a talented songwriter, smart singer and true character. Coming in to town as Philo was going out, I felt like some kind of replacement, but only for about five minutes, because no one could replace Philo, and I was my own man anyway.

But it's always been a sad thing to me that I never got to know Phil Lynott in Dublin, that I missed his era and his friendship.

Another sadness is that I never met Luke Kelly. Luke, who died on 30th January 1984, was the curly-red-haired, goatee-bearded banjo-whacking singer with The Dubliners, another unique character, and, like Philo, a true Dublin musical spirit. And Luke was something else too. He was a demi-god, a soulful, mischievous human incarnation of Pan. When I watch the film of Luke singing his great musical setting of Patrick Kavanagh's poem Raglan Road, I see the great god moving across his brow, glancing through his eyes and musing on his lips. I hear the blend of god and man singing pain and experience in his voice, and in the streaming, river-like pluck of his banjo.

Come, reader, and see for yourself: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=MRHeTIcgwH8

If I imagine meeting Luke in Dublin, I see it like this: a busy music pub, a winter's night. Luke is there with friends, old folkies, heads from the sixties, and new young admirers. I walk in with Wickham at the height of our early Dublin fame/notoriety. Luke has heard of these young whippersnappers, the new challengers, and makes a space for us, calls us to join the music and to sing and play. We squeeze into the musicians' circle and, close to him, I feel Luke's energy, the great cracked earth soul in his voice, and I see the god. And I love him. As the music catches fire I play to him, sending my energy across the circle, directing my own musical power to him. I am focussed on him like he is the only person in the room, almost like a lover, but a musical lover. He feels it, glances at me and grins. In a space between songs, an old song falls into my head and I start to sing. Luke knows it too. We sing together, his great-souled voice and my young man's tones. He is light years ahead of me, of course, singing with deep earth power and the soul of community, and my voice is that of a loner, a dislocated young man of no fixed tradition searching, aching to belong. Yet there is magic in the blending of our voices and stories, and there is power in the fire we make together.

Oh world without end, let me meet Luke in another life, another realm, and may our souls crackle in music together like the sparks of a flame.
Saturday, October 11, 2008 
Someone asked for a love poem. Here's one:

MY LOVE FOR HER IS FIRE

my love for her is fire
ignited by the hot coals of her eyes

my love for her is pure
inspired by the flow and dance of her elegant hands

my love for her is raw
sparked by the way she sashays down long corridors
chin high, skirt swaying, cardigan loose, beads flashing

my love for her sends me down strange hallways
through unfamiliar doorways
at odd times and all times
it has become the master of my footsteps

and my will: surrendered
and my routine: shattered
and my heart: ablaze

today in auburn, gold and yellow
she is burnished, beautiful, in her power
and in her presence
I am transfixed and gangling

she has no idea
seeing only a fool, not a suitor
yet
my love for her is keen
an impossibly sharp arrow, a contained focused storm
an infinitely directed beam of pinpoint intensity
ready to find its mark




©2008 Mike Scott
Saturday, October 04, 2008 
Someone asked if I would post another poem set in Edinburgh. Here's one:

EDINBURGH 1987
I'm back in the old town
first time in years
and I'm seeing through new eyes
and I'm seeing Gods
Pannish Gods, dark Gods, old earthen farmer Gods
glimmer out from the faces of my companions
Capricious playful musical Gods
sign to me secretly from behind the eyes of my band members
A philosopher God from the morning of time
- Greek or ancient Celtic -
muses behind the high brow of Norman the soundman
and our wilful Dublin roadie Jimmy Hickey
stands forth, a wild bearded amoral warrior God
in the prime of Olympian splendour

What initiation, what veil have I passed through
that my vision is so altered?

My transfigured eye alights on a fellow band: We Free Kings
seven cartoon characters in search of a page
playing a song called Scarecrow on a foot-high stage,
a gang of ragamuffin fiddlers, tramps and bohemians
concocting wild stramash with music boxes, cymbals and bows
The whistler and drummer have puckish scrubs of goatful beard
The singer is plucked from The Bash Street Kids by way of Visions Of Cody
and in the crowd: maidens
the bloom of Scotland
with sweet wild apple faces
echoes of shortbread, tartan skirts, v-neck sweaters and bonfires

Meanwhile
Arthur's Seat and the Crags
flit past the backs of buildings
always moving
and down on the street
Robbie the Pict wants to talk to me



©2008 Mike Scott