Hey y’all. I’m off to Phoenix, AZ in the morning, but first I wanted to announce that my newest single is out today. “Hunters Meadow” is a song inspired by an actual street name in my East Nashville neighborhood. A few months ago I’d been talking with a friend who is working with an artist in need of a co-writer, and he thought we’d be a perfect match. I listened to the music she’d written with her former writing partner and tried to zero-in on what kind of songs might work for her. This song came directly out of that exploration. “Hunters Meadow” is a psychedelic, folk rock tune — it’s a romantic reverie that’s simultaneously anarchic and anachronistic, complete with references to William Butler Yeats.

Here are the lyrics:

Let’s go down to Hunters Meadow where the grass is growing tall
And you dream away your daydreams ’til you got no dreams at all
And you tangle in the thorns. And you bramble through the briar
And you’re buried where you’re
born, ’cause you’re married to the fire

Let’s go down
Let’s go down
Let’s go down

Let’s go down to Hunters Meadow where the stag stands near the stream
And you see that rainbow shimmer between the glimmer and the gleam
And you hear that red fox running by the fenceline through the fog
You can hear the horses coming. You can hear the dogs.

Let’s go down
Let’s go down
Let’s go down

Let’s go down to Hunters Meadow where the maid stands with her mare
And all the daylight’s rivaled by their matching golden hair
And they eat the silver apples where the moon has come undone
And when the day’s begun they ride as one into the rising sun

Let’s go down
Let’s go down
Let’s go down

Of course Yeats was a straight-up Irish magician and a member of the Order of the Golden Dawn. And this is both a song and a spell, though one must have eyes to see its glamour and ears to hear the cracking doors its strains strike open between the worlds. Let’s go down…

Listen to the song through this Soundcloud link, and purchase it for yourself at my Bandcamp page. Better yet, use the “send as a gift” feature to surprise someone on your holiday list.

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Continuing our focus on National Poetry Month, here’s an interesting presentation about the great Irish poet W.B. Yeats and his preoccupations with the occult and the folk mythology of Ireland. R F Foster is a renowned Yeats expert. He’s the author of Words Alone: Yeats and his Inheritances. In this video Foster touches upon Yeats’s interest in the rather terrifying Irish world of faeries…

Here are Yeats’s own words in the form of the audiobook The Wind Among the Reeds: Poems on Magic, Celtic Myth, Occult, Irish Legends by Yeats…

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