First heard some tracks from this album on RTE Lyric fm, including poems read by Gabriel Byrne. While I liked his readings - he has a fabulous voice - I reacted negatively to Christine Tobin's arrangements. The album is her concept. She sings Yeats's poems in a kind of 50s jazzy lounge music style, breaking out from time to time into modern and even experimental jazz. I was a tad horrified. Shouldn't the poems be sung to traditional Irish at best or tunes like Moore's Melodies at worst? Then I remembered my initial reaction to Kate Bush. I have my own theory of aesthetic philosophy that anything truly original or unique causes automatic aversion and even revulsion. It's animal instinct. The hackles rise at the unknown; it could be dangerous. So I bought the album. The more I've played it, the more I admire and enjoy it. You can go on her website and have a listen: www.christine-tobin.com. Highly recommended.
I was born in Ireland and grew up in Toronto, Canada with my seven sisters and two brothers. Left home at seventeen to live in a commune, then headed off across Canada with my pal, Carole, and we hitch-hiked around California for months, then back up to Vancouver(Van as we called it then) and across Canada with two more pals, Linda and Peggy. A year later, headed off to Malaysia and Borneo with Jeunesse Canada Monde/Canada World Youth for a year. Baik-lah! Back home, went to Trinity College at the University of Toronto (posh blokes) while also joining the Canadian Naval Reserve as an Officer Cadet. Trained on the east and west coasts of Canada every summer. Great fun. Then what? Hmm. Started to write books, dodgy personal life (that's personal but let's just say it's been a long time between drinks) started to wander around the world, had a darling daughter, settled down in Ireland, wrote more books.