Cuckoo Bird (Appalachian Folk Ballad) - Sam & Norman Shackleton
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- Опубликовано: 20 авг 2024
- RIP my father Norman Shackleton, 1952-2023. Today would have been his birthday and it’s also just over a year since he passed away. So I’m sharing and remembering my favourite video of us busking together playing the Appalachian folk ballad “Cuckoo Bird” on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh Scotland. He was in his element here, nothing made him happier than busking out on the streets with me.❤️🏴
I thought I’d also share this fitting wee Scots poem by Hugh MacDiarmid which I love and have been thinking about a lot today:
At My Father’s Grave
“The sunlicht still on me, you row’d in clood,
We look upon each ither noo like hills,
Across a valley. I’m nae mair your son.
It is my mind, nae son o’ yours, that looks,
And the great darkness o’ your death comes up
And equals it across the way.
A livin’ man upon a deid man thinks,
And ony sma’er thocht’s impossible.”
(English translation)
“The sunlight still on me, you shadowed in cloud.
We look upon each other now like hills,
Across a valley. I’m no more your son.
It is my mind, not a son of yours, that looks,
And the great darkness of your death comes up,
And equals it across the way.
A living man upon a dead man thinks,
And any smaller thought is impossible.”
#busking #folkmusic #banjo #clawhammer #appalachia #appalachianmusic #countrymusic #edinburgh #scotland
I find it quite interesting how these folks songs can be played so differently from different regions/time periods and by the musician who is playing it. This is the third rendition of this song by you that I've heard, and each one is fantastic, and all so different at the same time, but as soon as you start that banjo roll I know my ears are in for a treat. Thanks for sharing this memory with us.
Well said
wonderful duo, may he rest in peace. Love you man.
I lost my father last week so I know your pain friend
✊🏻
From all of the versions ever heard I love yours. Sounds haunting and raw. Greetings all the way from Turkey
very beautiful,,,, together with your father (r.i.p sir). Love it.....❤
Wow, it's clear that you got your showmanship and love of music from your father. RIP, and may his memory be a blessing. Your music is bringing a lot of joy to me here in the US. I'll have to pull out my banjo and play along with you two.
Goodjob Sam! So sorry , RIP. Good past time is the true live and love.
It'll be 10 years this November since I've lost my dad. Thanks for sharing this I really enjoyed listening to you guys making music together. I really love a Scot playing American bluegrass. My dad loved bluegrass his father was into bluegrass too. He played the guitar, banjo, and fiddle.
Absolutely beautiful dude.
A fitting tribute.
Much luv. Xxx
Awesome, ,,,brilliant performance
Not much I wouldn't do to have a pint to this live. R.I.P.
Awesome video! Hang tough and God bless.
Great performance of my favorite song. My condolences , of such I lost my own as well on my 31st birthday 1994 .I enjoy the poem in dialect and translated. By far my favorite culture is of The Appalachian regions where my great great grandfather first settled in 1860
Beautiful stuff, Sammy bhoy!
👏👏👏
❤
Great to see the joy on your face! Would you consider doing a learning video on this? I would love to have the drive and energy you're getting!
Two peas in a pod, he’s playing folk songs with the big man upstairs no doubt.
What tuning do you usually have your banjo in, I’ve never heard anyone else that sounded like you do on that thing
The auld man taught u well