Lucky For Some (2006)
Engineer Ian McCalman
Mixed & Produced by Dick Gaughan
Mastered by Ian McCalman at Kevock Digital
Artist : Dick Gaughan
Dick Gaughan : Vocal, Guitars, Programming, Keyboards
Brian McNeill : Fiddle
Mary MacMaster : Clarasach, Vocal
Ian McCalman, Stephen Quigg : Vocal
Whatever Happened (Dick Gaughan)
I was having a conversation one night with someone who expressed their frustration with the fact that the generation which had kicked up hell at the time of Vietnam appeared to have little to say about the invasion of Iraq, the dismantling of the Health Service, the renewal of the Trident nuclear submarines, the erosion of civil liberties and habeus corpus, and the million and one other issues confronting us now. And I thought about just how many of my generation seemed to have gone to sleep round about 1979 and not woken up again yet.
Lucky For Some (Dick Gaughan)
Back in the 1970s when I was with Five Hand Reel was the only time I really had much to do with what is amusingly refered to as "the music industry". It taught me to have as little to to do with it as I possibly could. If you want a microcosm of naked ruthless free-market capitalism at work, you won't find a better one. It made me appreciate the much smaller Folk world which, with the odd noteworthy exception, is largely still a loose network of fiercely independent and honest people and much more human.
Anna Mae (Jim Page)
The Devil and Pastor Jack (Dick Gaughan)
There's not really much I can add to the notes given on the album sleeve.
Dancing With Eagles (Dick Gaughan)
I suppose the best way of explaining what this piece of music is about is by quoting the following poem -
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together
To hold a caucus and settle the fate
Of a certain bird (without a mate),
A bird of another feather.
"My friends," said the Owl, with a look most wise,
"The Eagle is soaring too near the skies,
In a way that is quite improper;
Yet the world is praising her, so I'm told,
And I think her actions have grown so bold
That some of us ought to stop her."
"I have heard it said," quoth Hawk, with a sigh,
"That young lambs died at the glance of her eye,
And I wholly scorn and despise her.
This, and more, I am told they say,
And I think that the only proper way
Is never to recognize her."
"I am quite convinced," said Crow, with a caw,
"That the Eagle minds no moral law,
She's a most unruly creature."
"She's an ugly thing," piped Canary Bird;
"Some call her handsome - it's so absurd -
She hasn't a decent feature."
Then the old Marsh-Hen went hopping about,
She said she was sure - she hadn't a doubt -
Of the truth of each bird's story:
And she thought it a duty to stop her flight,
To pull her down from her lofty height,
And take the gilt from her glory.
But, lo! from a peak on the mountain grand
That looks out over the smiling land
And over the mighty ocean,
The Eagle is spreading her splendid wings-
She rises, rises, and upward swings,
With a slow, majestic motion.
Up in the blue of God's own skies,
With a cry of rapture, away she flies,
Close to the Great Eternal:
She sweeps the world with her piercing sight;
Her soul is filled with the infinite
And the joy of things supernal.
Thus rise forever the chosen of God,
The genius-crowned or the power-shod,
Over the dust-world sailing;
And back, like splinters blown by the winds,
Must fall the missiles of silly minds,
Useless and unavailing.
Come Gie's A Sang (Dick Gaughan)
About elitism in art.
Inspired by Adrian Mitchell -
"Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people"
and another, for which I can't find the author -
"Art for Art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed"
This was originally one of the pieces which made up Timewaves, a suite of 12 pieces for orchestra and soloists celebrating Scottish music. It was commissioned by Colin Hynd for Celtic Connections Festival in 2004.
We Got The Rock'n'Roll (Dick Gaughan)
The only people you'll hear regurgitate the cliché about "Sex and drugs and rock'n'roll" tend to be people who haven't spent any time living on the road. This describes a wee bit of the reality for one band in the 1970s. For the late Bobby Eaglesham.