Last night I traveled north on a bright moonlit night to Cardigan to Theatre Mwldan to hear and to watch the wonderful legends of modern British folk music who are Spiers and Boden.
How they filled the stage with music and story, life and energy. And as I watched and listened I wondered……
When I paint, sometimes it takes days to make a picture. And while I paint sometimes I am completely in the moving of colour, the shaping of story, that moment in time, but sometimes my mind wanders off to other places. And as I listened and watched I wondered, music lives in time in a different way to painting, but what is it musicians are thinking when they play? Are they in the music, in the next note, in the memory of melody. Is the memory physical or abstract, are they caught in the story of song? So I thought as I seem to have so many friends on facebook who play that I would ask them.
And the way that the music exists is different also to paintings, for the time it takes to draw a painting out from the mind’s eye onto paper is like the performance, though usually, thankfully, produced in private, not in front of an audience. And then the finished painting or book, I suppose, is like a recording. Perhaps.
As for last night’s performance it was stunning. I love the way Jon Boden makes his fiddle sing, I love the stories that live inside his head, I love the sound of the two men singing together and their energy and skill and I love the shape and the colour and the sound of Spiers’s melodeons.
All the way home the moon shone bright and brilliant, a bit like Spiers and Boden.