‘AS MY YEARS SLIP BY’
by COLIN DAVID WEBB
(No label – No Webb-link, very limited edition
from: Knill Cross House, Higher Anderton Road,
Millbrook, Nr Torpoint, Cornwall PL10 1DX)
There’s a gallery of six CD liner-photos spaced across the years. Colin aged eighteenth months, seven and fourteen years, then twenty-two, forty… and sixty. A spread of years. A life. Midway, there’s a “Turning Point”, a 5:47-minute pledge to slow down, to live at nature’s pace. To watch as ‘the tide washes clean the sand of the bay twice a day’ (“When”). With tightly precise haiku-like rhymes to “Waterfall’ – ‘a robin whistles his short epistles’ and ‘did I mention surface tension’, attuned to the rhythms of nature and set to ripples of running water effects. There’s the language of gulls too, calling around “Love Listen”, accepting that the hawthorn, the robin’s nest and the jenny wren are also part of his day. ‘I know it takes time to settle in’ he admits, but ‘now I’m settled for the rest of my days’. Yet, contrastingly cut adrift in a reality-TV ‘Big Brother’ world of instant plastic-card gratification, where modern heroes fail, only dead-&-gone one’s never do – Elvis, Hendrix, and ‘James Dean’. The mood is reflective, resigned. ‘What happened to the fire that burned so fiercely when we were young?’ But although ‘we are the seeds of our defeat’ each crisis – be it a lover’s tiff, or a death, ends, when ‘light returns with the dawn’ (“The Sun Also Rises”), a motif repeated with ‘a new day waits to be born’ (“Near”). The Epilogue concludes with wistful thoughts of ‘maybe a million things’ that should have been done, but now never will be.
But wait, there’s more. The bonus-track pay-off, “Cornish Pasties” is contagiously infectious. A tribute to the baked pastry, its history – ‘invented by the wives of the miners of tin’, ingredients – ‘add a stock-cube if you want a little more zest’, and social context – ‘you can’t make Cornish Pasties east of the Tamar’. Yet, when it comes to this ‘ancient recipe passed down the female line’, there is still controversy. Where to crimp? It’s memorable, so memorable you find yourself singing it when you least expect it. A palpable, and deeply nutritious hit!
2 comments:
Just a comment on Cornish pasties - I grew up in a mining town in the near desert of Australia, Broken Hill. There were many miners there desceneded from Cornish or Welsh miners - & the miners used to take mainly home made pasties down the mines with them. My mother made them for my father - they were usually made from left overs, with a bit of sauce. So ...
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