I haven't posted an update about the new album since early May so it's about time I brought you up to date! The spoken word section is done. Recorded, edited, balanced, and dropped into the main recording. I've mixed down the recorded songs and dropped those into
I told this story on the blog nearly three years ago, but I've been inspired to tell is again. From that blog: When I was very young I got the Measles. I had a raging fever for a number of days and the doctors were quite worried about
As I work my way through the process of creating this audiobook/musical/dramatised retelling of the First Branch of the Mabinogion I am becoming more and more thankful to the Christian scribe/s who wrote it all down. It's easy for me now to imagine those feet walking through
If you're a regular reader of my blog you'll already know that my current recording project is quite different from anything I've attempted before. It is a spoken word, musical, and dramatic presentation of the First Branch of the Mabinogion. This has been something I've wanted to
Every Monday morning I have a ritual. I go to my studio/workspace, light some incense, sit quietly, then shuffle a Tarot deck asking the question, "What are the trends I should be aware of in my life this coming week?" I continue to shuffle the deck, focussing
Although our house it still full of builders I can feel Autumn's blessed peace approaching. I have two more gigs this year, Witchfest International at the Brighton Centre in November, and Tenbury Mistletoe Festival in December, then no more gigs until the PF Devon and Cornwall conference in
Close the door keep out the storm, Far Away, Far Away... It's nearly here. In two weeks time the major Sabbat of Samhain will arrive, bringing with it dark evenings and opening the door to the cold of Winter. Lanterns will be lit and placed in windows.
It's time to turn my gaze towards the Otherworld. The subject of the next song in Y Mabinogi is Annwn. Pwyll steps through the portal into that Otherworld, in the guise of Arawn, a King of that land. This is the point when the next song is
I was at an OBOD camp back in 1997. It was a Samhain camp and the evening was cold, crisp and the sky was clear. The camp was on a farm far away from the big towns of the South West so the stars shone bright above.
Following on from my last article I've now returned to Sussex after a fabulous adventure in North Wales. My plan was for a working holiday, communing with some of the sites from the Four Branches, and taking a couple of days to write more of the spoken