Sunday, 3 May 2009

Summertime!

15 comments:

idle said...

God how ghastly. I can imagine those singers now, all bearded (inc the ladies), be-sandalled and wearing fairisle knitwear, supping halves of perry in the pub garden.

I think I may post Summer in the City over at my place to balance things out....

lilith said...

Idle, you shall be forced to sing this in the round when we next meet. Get practising...

Calfy said...

May Day come and passed and I haven't heard a single cuckoo :-( it makes me feel a bit sick o' the heart as they're clearly heard in abundance in March down in soaks. I give them plenty of chance to sound on each constitutional thorough wood and thorough meadow.
Glorious here though nonetheless. On May Day itself the heavens threw down the most intensely summery sunshine- and come the evening, rain. The cherry trees seemed sort of under-lit and were all shiny and clean and most vivacious pink against the deep blue of the thundery sky. I have never seen the fields so brightly lit during the rain.
Did I leave that rendition of sumer is icumen in on your homepage. If so I apologise. It is rather horrendous, a bit like having multiple Grannies + Rods enjoying themselves immensely in your ear.

hatfield girl said...

You should be so lucky as to be able to wear fairisle knitwear, Idle. I tried very hard to upsize those little jumpers with intricate patterns on a fawn ground with mother of pearl buttons at the shoulder. All anybody had were lumpy sweaters done on giant needles, with yokes.

And no-one of my age has a grandma left to knit me one. sob.

Philipa said...

That was delightful. Thanks, Lils.

I have been shopping with my girl for summer T shirts and shorts. Sandals next. Do you go shopping with your girl? Perhaps you will find a festival and browse the stalls together?

lilith said...

Hello my little Calf. Do they really have lots of Cuckoos in S'oaks? The post is not your fault, it was the most jolly version that I could find.

HG, try here?
shetland knitwear

lilith said...

Pip, we used to do that and we may do that again (the festival thing). I would have to find a festival that I wanted to go to. But I love to buy her clothes. It is one of my favourite things.

Scrobs... said...

Lovely voice you have Lils...

Wasn't this the first ever song written?

And why didn't Uncle Mac ever play it eh?

lilith said...

I think it is the oldest known part song, yes, Scrobbers.

Those high notes are just a breeze. I can 96% hold a tune.

call me ishmael said...

Yo Lilith

What a strange coincidence, have a look.

Welcome back from holiday. Didya see Dennis the cruel pedant on your travels, hanging, apostrophising from some lunatic bell tower in the home counties ?

call me ishmael said...

Sorry

http:// mrishmael.blogspot.com

I think.

lilith said...

Hello Mr Ishmael! I shall link you presently.

call me ishmael said...

Yes, thank you, Lilith, but what about Dennis? Maladroit in love and malformed in body he could turn a phrase or two; wasn't it Mr Bob Dylan who said that those who have suffered the most are bound to be the best connected ? It certainly sounds like some of his phony old Zen duality stuff, eh ?

I liked the one he wrote, Dennis, that is, about contacting some old, lost love, forty years on. I Didn't like it much, in fact, not at all but I liked the confident ease of the writing, the poetic sensibility. And now he's fucked off again. These bloggers; what are they like, eh ?

A bit of an impertinence, really, coming in here and enquiring about an old freak, like it was a Cripples' clearing house and I apologise.

Having used the Sumer is i-cumin in thought myself there's not much I can add to what your distinguished correspondents have said, for good or ill, but mainly for ill, save to enquire if you and Mr E are familiar with the work of the Copper Family of Rottingdean ? Not mediaeval but traditional harmony in English rural song, glorious.

Definitely not Mr Billy Bragg, of the Daily Telegraph.

lilith said...

It is hard, Ishmael, when favourite bloggers disappear. It usually happens when they reach Number One in my most visited list. Dennis had to go and do some work I think. He writes for a living and, in spite of his readers offering to pay him to read his blog, he still had to go....I don't think his readership was big enough to pay for the plumbing. Stanislav is probably helping him out as I write....

Dennis is truly a jewel of a blogger, and I expect he will be back when he has a little time to waste.

lilith said...

PS. I haven't heard of the Copper Family, but Elby has and he says they are great, having the entire history of English Folk music in their heads. I think Mr Bragg is in line for getting upagainstthewall.