…and we all know how that turned out.
Come on now. Joking aside, this is the title of my latest song, the link for the live video of which you will find here.
I’m using vimeo now instead of youtube. From an ipad, it’s so much easier to upload stuff, and generally less googly and evil.
A ballad in a similar style to “The Misled Glory”, it was recorded with my friend Mike Francis, on board his boat Isabella. It features the timple, a beautiful Canarian ukulele style instrument. We had great fun playing and recording it in between bellowing out sea shanties and drinking red wine.
It seems that flirtation with seafaring life can lead to excess balladry. I have noticed a tendency towards phrases such as “o’er”, “whither” and “whence” in my songwriting; phrases which in the past were as uncommon to me as this one:
“No, thanks, I don’t want another drink.”
This, by all means, is not the most interesting part of seafaring life, the virtues and pitfalls of which are difficult to express in words (hence use of “Arghhhhhh”). Each leg of the journey acquires a different flavour, with diverse challenges and surprising moments, most of which involve some defective aspect of your own personality. To give you an idea, I present a few examples of moments encountered on the last passage; Arrecife to Las Palmas.
1. The first night spent on anchor, moored just off the dune-bound nudist beach at Papagaiou. Crystal clear waters and calm moonlit night.
Emma Jay Ashton 