A river of musicians and artists
Holy Trinity School, Burnley
Thursday 5th March
Meet the river as a beatbox, each element of the flow
adding a voice to the chorus, each piece becoming part of the whole sound. The
whoosh of a waterfall, wind blowing, sheep bleating, rain falling…and that is
before we even hit the river itself….
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| first stages in drawing a trout |
As the storyteller and visual artist in this project,
I don't often get a chance to listen to, and watch, musician Steve Brown work
his magic with a group. So it was rewarding on this lively afternoon to hand
over to Steve and watch as he and our Holy Trinity School group developed ideas together. Moments
came and went, ideas picked up, turned over and discarded while, like the river
itself, the theme as a whole kept moving, adding words, changing shape,
changing genre.
"Country, today?" "Rockabilly? Ballad?
Sinister voices…." We're in the shadow of old-storied Pendle Hill, after
all….
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| leaping trout |
Witches cackle on Pendle Hill,
Cauldrons bubble and start to spill,
Rain pours down to wash the sky
As the wind blows the clouds way up high.
Why do trout swim against the flow
Even when they're fat and slow,
To dig a nest in a riverbed,
And lay their eggs in a gravel redd
They got no legs
So they can't run,
But our fish swim
In the River Brun!
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| a snake dives to the bottom of the river |
Maybe it's the storyteller in me, but I always want to
explore images in our songs more…the thought of our Ribble Rivers growing from
cauldrons spilled on Pendle Hill enchants me….there is a story there waiting to
be told!
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| next stage in a developing trout |
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| the finished trout! |
Sing along with a song of the River Brun song
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| some impressive fish |
Many thanks to the artists, storytellers
and musicians
of Holy Trinity School
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