Martin Carthy
Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:27 pm
Martin Carthy
He begins:
a rustic sweet voice thick
with generations - that's where
the haunting catch comes from,
and his fingers flashdance
the strings of a whistling dulcimer.
Without asking,
a glottal stop to the hour
as he moves into Lord Randall -
that slight stillness
as he discards one instrument
and takes up his guitar.
His audience
rises to his expectations -
a patience unbreathing,
a stifled cough
all part of our performance.
He begins:
a rustic sweet voice thick
with generations - that's where
the haunting catch comes from,
and his fingers flashdance
the strings of a whistling dulcimer.
Without asking,
a glottal stop to the hour
as he moves into Lord Randall -
that slight stillness
as he discards one instrument
and takes up his guitar.
His audience
rises to his expectations -
a patience unbreathing,
a stifled cough
all part of our performance.