The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #58643 Message #3248515
Posted By: GUEST,Suibhne Astray
01-Nov-11 - 12:23 PM
Thread Name: Robin Hood ballads
Subject: RE: Robin Hood ballads
but what is my "notion of Traditional Correctness."?
I can't say what your criteria for traditional correctness is, Jim - just that your dismissal of everyone from Steeleye Span to the Young Tradition as falling short of the mark implies that you at least have a mark by which to measure the shortfall. If it's simply a matter of not liking them, then fine (I'm not a great fan of either myself to be honest) but you seem to be implying somehing more here - even to the point of saying that I neither like nor understand it or that I employ revival techniques long abandoned by the revival and have move(d) away from the elements that has made it what it is so it becomes something else. Creepy stuff.
I don't know what these elements are, Jim - so it's only fair to assume that you have some occult knowledge of Traditional Correctness only known to initiates of your particular hermetic cult. I wonder, was the Critics Group such a cult? Were you a skyclad coven with access to Da Vinci Ciphers and Hidden Sacred Lore presided over by He Who Must Not Be Named At Least Not By His Real Name - the Dark Lord Manacle Cowl himself? I'm not into cults, nor indeed correctness, unless in medical procedure, but certainly not in music where, as in art and language, correctness is a mark of serious anal retentive pedantry which runs contrary to the nature of the beast. I love the beast; long may it roam wild and free in its natural habitat. To that end, I will dedicate every note I play, and live only to facilitate that in others. You see, that's what I hear when I listen to old songs and the singers who sang them; I also heard it loud and clear from those traditional singers I have been honoured to talk to and work with; storytellers likewise, whose genius lay in their creative mastery of the craft, a mastery that was entirely their own. I can still feel Duncan Williamson's hearty handshake cracking every bone in my paw after I free-styled The Wee Wee Man one late night ceilidh to an entirely improvised melody circa 1994. For those of us without religion, things like that are a blessing from on high...