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In another post we have the 1975 album by the Mountain Ash Band, a concept album based on Job
To LISTEN to THE HERMIT click HERE
For more background on the group click HERE
Colin Cripps is author of Popular Music in 20th C (which takes you from Blues to Two Tone with musical exercises and background for use with music departments in schools and colleges)
Introduction to The Hermit by Colin Cripps - May 2007
From 1971 to 1974 I had had a life 'on the edge' in . Politically, I was running a community newspaper - The Willenhall Estate News - and organising rent strikes because of the state of the city's housing stock. I felt passionately about the situation In Northern and was under Special Branch Surveillance as a result. I was part of the squatter's movement in the city and was living in Ivy Walk (now tarquin Way!) with every drug dealer, racist and prostitute as a neighbour. I was doing a lot of grass and a few trips and i had a relationship that was gradually and painfully coming apart. Above all I was a guitar player/songwriter without a band or a voice. I was burnt out and desperate to make a change that would get my life back into shape.
In 1974 the opportunity presented itself to make a new start up in Yorkshire
in a kind of small scale 'commune' in Addingham on the side of Ilkley Moor. The setting was idyllic but unfortunately not enough to save my marriage and I ended up living in a box-room in the house of Geoff Bowen, the fiddle player in the Mountain Ash band - which, at the time, was a caileidh band I was playing in as well as having a line-up that was a regular feature on the local folk-club scene with ex-wife Lynda as part of the set-up.
I was attracted to the local folk story of the Hermit I suppose because it had resonances for my own situation at the time: I certainly could not claim that a centrally-heated box-room was anything like living under a dry stone wall on the moors but I guess i felt, like Job Senior, that an important part of me had died, that I was alone and and that I needed a rebirth. When Ray King, a friend from Willenhall, visited I told him the folk tale and he tuned in immediately and came up with a great set of lyrics. They had no verse and chorus structure because Ray was a poet not a songwriter, but there was enough to work with.
The track 'A Long Winter' was one that came from the kind of magical happening that comes once a life time. I was staying with some friends in a place called White Wells, halfway up the side of Ilkley Moor. I had been struggling with what to do with the lyrics to 'Long Winter' for a couple of weeks. I remember having an unsettled night and waking up early one morning before anyone else was up. I went outside with my acoustic and, where normally there was Ilkley, now there was just a floor of mist filling the whole valley. It came just up to my feet and i felt like i could walk all the way to Blubberhouses Moor on it. It was transcendent! I sat down with the guitar and the song came out whole, first go, complete, perfect, without any conscious thought or control. You have to treasure times like those.
Recording the album was a problematic affair. Martin Carter and Graham Jones were professionals on the folk circuit at the time and were good enough to make space to rehearse the piece but I was looking for a Richard Thompson feel that I never quite achieved: in retrospect that was because i couldn't play the guitar like him, especially not on a Zenta Telecaster copy! We recorded the whole thing in a converted church studio in with a guy who did the sound for ITV variety programmes on the desk. We could afford so little studio time and worked solidly over endless hours for two days: one day to record everything and the next to do any overdubs and mix-down. By the time it came to record the vocals we were already exhausted and by mixing time I had no ears left for nuance and no time to re-record anything.
We performed the piece in its entirety at as a multi-media
event ( we had slides! ) and managed not only to sell the place out but also to lose money. Nonetheless the whole thing seems to have been universally loved, both album and event, and lives on despite itself. I am proud of the songs and proud that we managed to record it despite the personal dynamics. It's a piece of music i keep coming back to thinking that I wish i could re-record it to sound the way it did in my head but the Mountain Ash band is scattered to the four winds and could probably not even co-exist inside a room together nowadays. Sean Mansley, the narrator, is sadly long since deceased and I have no idea what has happened to Ray King, poet extraordinaire; he was a reprobate of the best kind and I am so glad he passed through my life!
I am eternally flattered that people still want to listen to The Hermit and forever sad that I cannot bear to put it on my CD player...
Colin
(The lyrics and audio are in another post on here.)
I met Colin Cripps
and Bo and I were producing the first edition of HOBO. Colin was from Cambridge but studying for a literature degree at Warwick University. He lived in Ivy Walk, Willenhall and I lived in nearby Willenhall Wood at the time. At the time Colin was involved in Tenants Association and Willenhall Estate News. At the time there was a 'minor gale blowing between the tenants associations' and the Willenhall Free Press developed out of that.
Colin was also an accomplished guitarist and writer and his (then) wife, Lynda Hardcastle played recorder and sang. They had around them, in Ivy Walk, a group of creative people, poets, musicians and artists. Living in Willenhall I often went down to see them; join in the jam sessions, share poems and songs, swap chords sequences, riffs, discuss poetry, politics, philosophy and the Coventry music scene. Colin and Lyn and the others got involved in, and were highly supportive of the Hobo Music Workshop at the Holyhead Youth Centre in 1974 (more of that in a later post) and a few of the Hobo layouts were done at their place. Although they were not used for publicity in the end,One night, after discussing the apathy that was around at the time, they collectively produced some flyer's for the Hobo Workshop after one of the weekly sessions had a lower turn out. The Hobo Workshop did pick up but it took a lot of work and a 'Shut Down City Centre Concert' protest campaign to do it! (again more about the Workshop to come). The nucleus of the Mountain Ash Band was formed during this time but towards the end on 1974 after Colin completed his degree, they moved up to Ilkley in Yorkshire where the band wrote and performed their masterpiece, The Hermit. Colin also went on to write a history of the main forms and styles of popular music in the 20th Century
However, that's jumping ahead -
Before they left Coventry, they made creative entries into my Communication Book - here is a stream of consciousness piece about Coventry by Colin from the book -
THE SLOW TRAIN (GOD, EVA, and all stations in between) Colin Cripps
Coventry-city of spires-after all that – the torture you went through – why have you not learnt? Where is your heart? –
Office block, red wine sun through your uncurtained windows, no typists, no product, not even ink on sheets of A.10, only heaven glows on your walls- empty flats decay the clean way-no heart in the precinct, no life, no blood of general ownership flows though your hardened arteries-stillborn, this Phoenix will perhaps never rekindle – through double-glazing, from his skull he has directed vision-white concrete rejects all light, creates no colour, but your grey is already halfway to nothingness – middle class lady, neatly attired in comfort fresh underwear, perfectly perfumed, motionless make up mask, I would never have discovered that you too shit if you hadn’t shat on me.
Lady Diahorrea unloads her troubles in her back streets, her public lavatories, her estates; Willenhall young maid that you once were – sitting beneath a tree in everyone’s forest – she put you in servants attire – on the bus from Chase Hostels to town, stubbly chin, old coat, old man on the way to work, drink and bed once a gain – never ending round of one bred to service – don’t believe the lady on the horse my brother, she takes the services of your sweat and eats your meal with delicate refinement, alas no use, coercion, creation, transformation in your sense, she shits her daily round, indiscriminately
selecting her areas, her thousand bowed heads, her understains.
Labour party, union house, how far have you come! Quite grown! Gone up in the world of deodorised dreams – the backsliding, back handed, back to front, black legging respectable face of piracy, privateering, profiteering, political men.
So many fooled faces, visages, masks at mosques, business rituals at the Vere – where is the heaven you invoke? Your daylight séances produce no rebirth – your black mass meetings of monetary monks see no angels.
Somewhere a cell jumped off your car carpets, skipped the lights, crashed into the microcosm of Coombe, lived it all out, met up with you all, your felt ideas, your fantastic words, your devotion, will to go ahead, your energy, your art, your convincing universal politics, your human laughter as you’ve sped up, spaced out, peaked, gone through, come down, crashed out and peered those curious eyes, red and sore, out at the outrageous, humiliating Babel beyond your window. Raspberry of Radio One to raspberry at Radio One. Grow my flock. You are all in my dream; can I be in yours?
From your flyovers to your flies, papers to pamphlets, advertisements to
mirrors, comfortableness to the twitch of worry, sore bones to broken minds,
split people together ones with sad eyes, I pay you the greatest accolade – I
have learnt from you.
Poet / Lyricist Ray King of Ivy Walk, Willenhall was one of them and wrote a sad farewell to them, recorded in the Communication book but ended up moving to Ilkley too and writing the lyrics for the Mountain Ash Band. Here are a few sections from his very long farewell poem Till Then - it is worth sharing!
......I am burning deep
with pages
that I long for all to see,
But Hark!
Did I hear a whisper in the dark?
a year has passed
Many moons have waxed
and waned
into forgotten episode.
but something holds intact
something frosted like Christmas card landscapes,
Ideal.
Memory is fickle
Many tongued
treacherous as furtive night time.............
We were sometimes vein
but strangely honest
as we sowed those seeds
Time will take intensity from memory;
that strange intensity that only now
can hold..........
We will carry all those yesterdays
to tire in smoky anedote
till wearied......
Though the thought was born
in lowly Ivy Walk
It strides the lord of thought
through night time
pausing on the brink of time
awhile
to gaze a knowing eye
across the universe
of silver studded
velvet sky;
........are we nothing more than whispers
as sound slips from a broken hour glass,
this I refuse,
as much goodbye........
our suns will burn again
our suns will burn again,
till then, till then,
Till Then.
Excerpts for Ray King's Poem Till Then (Ivy Walk 1974)
Soon Ray moved to Ilkley too and the the Mountain Ash Band were formed. Ray wrote all the the lyrics for the Hermit, an album that it is now very rare (see this website) Mountain Ash Band The band consisted of Colin Cripps Guitar / research and original concept and music; Ray King - Lyrics; Sean Mansley - Narration; Geoff Bowen - Fiddle / Recorder; Martin Carter - Vocals / guitar; Alan Rose - Vocals/ Whistle; Graham Jones - bass / vocals / recorder; Lynda Hardcastle - Vocals / Recorders; Kevin Slingsby - Drums. 1975 Pic of album cover The Hermit here -
It's the story of a local Hermit (local to Ilkley Moors) called Job Senior - written not so much as a story but as a series of 'Glimpses of his world' as they imagined them seen by Job at the crisis points of his life. Lynn told me the album was remixed for CD in the 90's and a second version of the Mountain Ash Band was formed with Alan Rose and Lynda Hardcastle.
"Reviewed by pOoTer:
Its been a long time tracking this legendary recording
down. Possibly one of the rarest UK folk gems from 1975, as rare
as life itself?. Awesome electric violin and disturbingly haunting vocals tell
the depressing story of a Yorkshire hermit named Job Senior. "Birth" sets the
scene for what is a profoundly sad album that will leave you deep in thought
every time you hear it. "Journeys" a fine piece of violin work runs into "Stone
on Stone" which is almost Incredible String Band in vocal style. "A long Winter"
tells of the latter stages of Job's life after his wife dies and he is living
alone on the moors of Ilkley. "Who Knows" is a sorry lament as Job ends up
living in the remains of his dead wifes house which has been pulled down by her
family in an attempt to evict him. "The Outcast/Rebirth" ends the albums tragic
story. Hear it and weep................"
Here are the lyrics to the first song on this rare album written by Ray King with music by Colin Cripps. Pic below - Lynda Hardcastle - Vocals and Recorders.
BIRTH
On
crimson wings the sun comes up
Across the eastern sky
Who see the early dawning hour
When some may live and some may die.
Bent on the earth beneath the sky
A new born cry is heard.
The silent sky is split in two
The first eruption of the word.
Your life is started.
Your life’s begun.
Be quick, the years wait for no one.
A million things are yet undone
Before the winking of an eye,
Before the setting of the sun
A chance is barely waiting,
A chance is barely anything.
Please know your hour will come, (too soon, too soon, too soon.)
Your time will come.
Mother’s in the kitchen and Father’s on the land.
They’ll tell you life is only what you’re holding in your hand.
They know the price of hardship; yes they know the coins of sweat.
They know the price that pain affords. They know, they know it all and yet.
Your baby hands are open
And clutching for a star
But still they stop and warn you
You will never reach that far.
Be quick time’s waiting,
Be quick it slips away.
A lifetime will not leisure
In the measure of today.
Lynda Hardcastle - (This is just one of their beautiful albums)
- went on to work musically with her new partner - Folk singer / guitarist Alan Rose in the Ilkley area c 1975 and in the 90's formed the successful all female Folk Group GRACENOTES
Helen
Hockenhull - vocals and keyboards
Visit their website to hear their music and find out more -
http://thealbionchronicles.tripod.com/id31.html
Again owing to difficulties in raising money to fund Hobo - it was delayed and there are two editorial here - one unpublished. Issue 4 was printed at the Birmingham Arts Lab who printed the classy looking Birmingham Streetpress and Streetpoems but for some reason the issue was reduced considerably from it's original size and was virtually unreadable. Again after a delay another version of issue 4 was produced on a duplicator instead of offset litho. The luxury of computer based printing and publishing was unknown then! By issue 4 we had negotiated with Bob Rhodes - a detached Youth worker with Coventry Voluntary Service Council support for both the magazine and the creation of the Hobo Music and Arts Workshop at the HolyHead Youth Centre and later the Golden Cross in Coventry. More on the Hobo Workshop in a separate entry. Coventry band Lieutenant Pigeon had topped the charts with Mouldy Old Dough by this time. In this issue Pete Waterman contributed an article on Soul Music.
ISSUE 4 SPRING 1974 (Unpublished)
Hobo is a non profit making mag. Briefly the aims of the mag. are to supply the musicians, poets, artists of Coventry and district with a music and arts magazine that everyone can afford; giving news, info, articles of interest, classifieds and a central point for inspiring and promoting activities in the city. We are interested in any articles, poems, news, views, info, ideas, criticisms or any help you can offer. Please don’t be shy about responding as it’s your response we are relying on. This is the framework, it’s your ideas that will clothe it. We hold no prejudice musically and are open to any form of music or art, though the underdog activities are given priority. Least ways we do our best..
Issue 4 summer 1974
Once again I am apologising for the late arrival of Hobo, owing to difficulties in getting it printed. But I think, possibly, we are now able to overcome them and produce Hobo monthly. So keep your fingers crossed.
For those not familiar with the magazine, it is nonprofit making, being a media for the music and arts scene, with the purpose of promoting and encouraging activities and facilities.
Your ideas, poems, articles, information, letters ads etc are very welcome, so do not hesitate to contact us.
Trev Teasdel - Editor / Reporter / Layout
Arthur Brown - Coeditor / distribution manager.
John Alderson (Of Wandering John / Last Fair Deal / Just Jake) / Justin Guy (Roadie with A Band Called George) / Steve Brimson (Derek Brimstone's son) - Graphics
Pete Waterman - Article / advertising / info
Printing - Birmingham Arts Lab (John keetley)
Support - Sunshine Music Agency (SAM) - typewriter / office space / contacts / info /
reviews. Coventry Voluntary Service Council (Bob Rhodes - Detached Youth
Worker)
Mike O'Hare (Virgin Records) - Virgin Album & Singles Chart
Also help from
ISSUE THREE (February 1974)
Hobo is a media for the music and arts scene in Coventry and near by. It welcomes opinions, help, poems, information, articles, graphics, ideas etc.
It is a framework to be clothed with your ideas and activities. It needs feedback. Don’t hesitate as we are friendly. Money made is used for the mag to keep it going and gradually (if the country does not collapse!) to improve it. Hopefully Hobo will continue on a regular monthly basis. Previous delay was owing to printing hassles, paper shortages and money shortages and god knows what. Hobo can be obtained from VIRGIN RECORDS, I AM, SUNSHINE, SOUND CENTRE, CRANES, RUDE BEAR FOLK CLUB, SILK DISCO, STUDENTS UNION AND VARIOUS MUSIC SHOPS ETC.
Trev Teasdel - Editor / Reporter / Layouts
Mike O'Hare (Virgin Records) - Virgin Album Chart
Support - Sunshine Music Agency (SAM) (Typewriter / office space / encouragement and
contacts)
Rod Felton - Art work (Rude Bear Folk Club)
Printing - Broadgate Press (offset Litho)
Support and Help - Sue and Mike Pearce / Colin Cripps / Lynda Hardcastle
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