#dransfield

[julio-viernes]

Otro temazo de Dransfield - en este caso el de apertura de "The Fiddler´s Dream", folk- rock británico de primera- "Up To Now", uno de los números más accesibles y "pop".

El LP no es un álbum conceptual en el sentido estricto, pero está construido como una especie de “historia” o ciclo narrativo, una suite cuyo hilo conductor es la vida, oficio y visión de un violinista popular. El disco pasó casi despercibido en su momentro pero con los años se fue convirtiendo en un álbum de culto, uno de los mejores de los años setenta de folk-rock con sonido auténticamente UK.

[julio-viernes]

"Violin", una pieza de eléctrico folk- rock con fuzz que cerró el único LP de Dransfield (Transatlantic 1976), "The Fiddler´s Dream". La portada inglesa (bastante fea) fue cambiada en nuestro país en 1978 por el sello Guimbarda por la contraportada. Dransfield fue el grupo que montaron los hermanos Barry y Robin Dransfield con el bajista Brian Harrison (Longdancer) y el baterista Charlie Smith (The Marmalade, Marsha Hunt, Blue, Longdancer). Barry y Robin ya habían publicado algún LP como dúo, y Barry - gran violinista- en solitario y con Morris On.

[woaroof]

Jack's a NEATguy stuck in the muck of addiction, made safe by a flock of STREETangels. NEATguy was born in 1964 in the state of New Jersey, and has lived in Chico, California since 1989. NEATguy's flock of STREETangels have been growing in numbers and veracity ever since.

NEATguy's scholarly reading gaze invokes a chuckle to which he replies, "Yeah, I have heard I look scholarly before,"... his eyes never lift from the page. I relish having NEATguy in my home and cherish the pensiveness which shines through absent the chaos of the streets. Keep Jack in your heart and don't hesitate to say hello, which is step-one to becoming his STREETangel.

[pokelit]

send the dream-transfusion out

on a voyage among your body machinery. Hits you like sleep --

sweet, illusory, fast, with a semblance of forever.

For while the fires die down in you,

until you die down in the fires.

- Michael Dransfield, “Fix”

[isaacdransfield]

Isaac Dransfield Dances in New Zealnd

[moskvax]

Michael Dransfield - Like this for years

In the cold weather the cold city the cold heart of something as pitiless as apathy to be a poet in Australia is the ultimate commitment.

When y've been thrown out of the last car for speaking truthfully or mumbling poems and the emptiness is not these stranded endless plains but knowing that you are completely alone in a desert full of strangers

and when the waves cast you up who sought to dive so deep and come up with more than water in yr hands and the water itself is sand is air is something unholdable

you realise that what you taste now in the mornings is not so much blood as the failure of language and no good comes of singing or of silence the trees wont hold you you reject rejection and the ultimate commitment is survival

[thetaxonomist-blog]

Genevieve sweet Genevieve the days may come the days may go

apple castles. the sun go by in the morning and at night the sirens sing, from their high chimneys. on the rock the red horse has run its step thousands of years. ah, genevieve, sweet... and the squirrels, high in their berry branches. orangebells ring, rosetrumpets, lilyflutes, play the slow wind in flowers. white ships pass in the bay. the moment of history is now, always, we pass in the morning of a thousand flowers, in apple castles with rivernames, old names like muiderslot my favourite castle all one year when apples were a penny each o janvier sweet Michael Dransfield

[stormvoel-se-musiek]

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THE BLACKSMITH PT. 1 by Dransfield, from the album "The Fiddler's Dream."