
A laminated copy of the Marian antiphon Regina Coeli lies meditatively, at ease, in the reverse of one of many congregated chairs beside an abandoned, crumpled can of Carlsberg. Its first line reads: 'Joy to Thee, O Queen of Heaven. Alleluia!' and while comparing Al Spx, the core of Cold Specks to the Blessed Virgin Mary may be outlandish, or blasphemous, or what have you, her voice, in the sombre setting of St. Pancras Old Church, resonates quite divinely. The convened mill about the candlelit chamber, plastic cups brimming with crimson liquid, and with an extensive wait before [...]

I love the song "Rock In The Sea" by Shocking Blue, which incorporates some of the lyrics and spirit of the old mountain tune "I Wish I was A Rock In The Sea," first recorded by the folklorist Bascom Lamar Lunsford. Rock In The Sea- Shocking Blue As a fruit tree salesman, Lunsford travelled extensively through North Carolina and traded traditional tunes with his customers and acquaintances. I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground- Bascom Lamar Lunsford [...]

What a strange and beautiful song ! Recorded by Bascom Lamar Lunsford , who was himself a folklorist and minstrel (and a lawyer by trade) from North Carolina. According to Harry Smith, Lunsford wrote that this song is "typical of the Pigeon River Valley". The following is a quote from a short Wikipedia article about the song : As stated in his own words within his recordings, Mr. Lunsford considered himself an archivist and never took credit for this song or any songs he recorded. He traveled the western mountains of North Carolina [...]

Bascom Lamar Lunsford - Ballads, Banjo Tunes, and Sacred Songs of Western North Carolina Verdict: Love More (<3) Those of you who know me well know that I have a huge place in my heart for Appalachian Folk. This album is a collection of songs by Mr. Lunsford that came out around 1996. I think the songs say all that needs to be said. Bascom Lamar Lunsford - Swannanoa Tunnel Bascom Lamar Lunsford - Swing Low [...]
This week's Time Travel Tuesday features an unusual combination of very, very old music and a young musician who brings it to life for today's audiences. I heard from another member of the audience that Frank Fairfield , the young man who opened the Fleet Foxes' two Los Angeles-area shows at the end of June, arrived at our show at the Echo on his bike with his wooden chair and his instruments strapped onto his back, no doubt having just come from an afternoon of busking at a Hollywood farmer's market. [...]