well met, well met, my own true love

[ontology]

We interrupt regular programming to bring you a lot of versions of Banui's favourite traditional ballad ever.

Folk cover blog Cover Lay Down recently posted an entry all about 'The House Carpenter'. (Recently as in 'yesterday', which makes my impulsive spur-of-the-moment search for "house carpenter" on the Hype Machine this afternoon really bedimmed serendipitous, if you ask me.) 'The House Carpenter', which also goes by 'Demon Lover', is, as I mentioned, my very favourite traditional ballad, the only one I have ever a) sung in public, and b) written a short story based upon. (By 'written', I mean 'I wrote a bit of it a year ago and have been attempting to hammer it into shape ever since', but I really, really want to finish it. I just need to get the right voice. I'm contemplating studying a bit of Scots  dialect, as it's a Scottish ballad originally, and I love the weird rhythm of an English with its idioms and structure heavily informed by another language.The first draft is disgustingly pretentious and I want to beat it with sticks.)

So, not only do they post the Nickel Creek and Tim O'Brien (with Karan Casey!) versions I've got, but there's a 1930s field recording, a version by Mick McAuley of Solas (!!! one of my favourite male vocalists, and HURRAH SOLAS MEMBERS ALL OF YOU ARE MADE OF WIN) that brings to mind a more acoustic version of 'Clothes of Sand' which he sung on Solas' "rock album" The Edge of Silence, Natalie Merchant's version which starts with a banjo and ends up sounding like a cross between the acoustic neo-folk of Crooked Still or Nickel Creek with the rockier neo-folk of Steeleye Span and Fairport Convention, and an odd, spare, spooky version by a band called The Tami Show, which calls to mind the creaking of ships and the underwater keening of ghosts. (If you download nothing else, download that one. Gorblimey.)

P.S.: If anyone's got versions of this ballad that aren't in this blog post, I would love to have them.

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In other news, I was terrifically sick all day, skipped my guitar lesson, and stayed in bed. Around five I think the fever -- I seem to have been wrestling with some sort of low-grade flu -- broke, and then the headache that had been looming over me like a thundercloud all day finally decided to let its full force on me, so I took some Excedrin and lay down in the dark with my shiny new House Carpenter playlist. Oh ballads of death and despair, how you cheer me.

Comments

[charismitaine.livejournal.com]

Oh my stars and saints, thank you a million zillion times for linking to that blog! I had no idea it existed and I just spent hours (and ignored Changing Rooms on BBCAmerica) sprinting headlong through old posts and downloading masses of songs, and then turning it into an LJ feed so that I can subscribe to it. *in love and wildly enthusiastic with first blush of young affection*

I'm also very pleased to actually hear House Carpenter, which I've only read before as Daemon Lover. It's not the demon lover ballad I'm most familiar with, though--the one I always think of first is The Riddling Knight. I have no idea what kind of tune it as, but I've read it as a poem all of my life.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely, now see I've gone and subscribed to the feed, too, because I shall always always forget to check otherwise. Folk music = win. Discovering new music = even more win. :D