I'm playing at Siouxland Renaissance Festival this weekend if anyone happens to be in the area! It'll be a fun time!
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I'm playing at Siouxland Renaissance Festival this weekend if anyone happens to be in the area! It'll be a fun time!
The Crocodile, by Maxou Heintzen.
Adapted from Nigel Eaton's hurdy gurdy rendition
A little slow to get started, but it turns into a fun rollick!
On This Day I Hath Committ'd a Grave Error: Mine (laſs of one ſcore) lady love hath bemoan'd the muſick which I (lad of one ſcore and five) command mine minſtrel to play during our night-time gambols, calling it "wretched" and "an eſpecial fetter upon the humours."
Flaming Red Hair, by Howard Shore, from "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring"
adapted for hurdy gurdy by me
Party like it's TA 3001!
Saltarello, 14th c. Italian dance
adapted for hurdy gurdy by me
This is one I like to do out at Renaissance fairs, of course, and one that fits on the gurdy quite nicely. We love songs that don't change chords!!
In the deep, quiet places of the world, there are things too ancient for words. Ancient even to those who lived aeons before your time, before the mightiest trees were sown. These ancient things will outlive you, too.
I couldn't get this chord progression out of my head
Take care when passing through the aspen grove, where the white trunks grow in neat rows. The witch who lives there suffers no disruption to the quiet and calm.
What was perhaps once a final resting place for some ancient hero, now a decaying pile of rubble. Whatever great deeds were chronicled here have been lost to time, for no one still living can read the carvings.