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The Womb Room is a midnight lullaby for grown-ups, teenage folk, kids and wee babbas.
It is a collection of music and stories to explore childhood in all it's strangeness and glory.
It is best experienced in bed in the last hour of the week, half drifting off into the mystery of sleep - although sometimes it might rouse you into startled fright.
You can expect music made by children, about children or for children.
Welcome, friend or foe!
02/08/2020 // Someones Crying My Lord
Shout glory glory hallelujah, across the seas in an endless drone.
This episode we're linking calls to various forms of God from across the Atlantic ocean, in droning qualities and sweeping harmonies, powered by the vocal chords.
Got me thinking about Kumbaya - the ultimate corny image of American unity, harmony and wholesomeness. The song was taken and appropriated beyond recognition. Its roots being in the communities of enslaved West African people on the islands off South Carolina and Georgia. It was a song to call on God to help through some of the worst suffering endured by human beings - 'Come by Here My Lord'
We hear the two furthest reaches of this song. A recording of a man with no told history called H. Wylie in 1926. And The Free Designs 1972 version which encapsulates what this song now means for white America. Through the appropriation and mutations, the pain and oppression is erased in place of perfect harmony and holy joy. We must remember where this music comes from, and the history of this song crystallises the corruption of false history and cultural theft.
Please read these if you're interested in KUMBAYA: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/09/us/kumbaya-gullah-geechee.html https://blogs.loc.gov/folklife/2018/02/kumbaya-history-of-an-old-song/
A young sailor boy sinks a ship in the lonesome sea in the hope of creeping on the Captains daughter, only to be cheated by the old man and more boats go down down down.
Drone hymns from the outer Hebrides. These recordings of Gaelic Psalm singing were originally made over two evenings in the Back Free Church on the Isle of Lewis in October 2003. They rattle the bones and are the voice of God. Another godly voice from the Tuareg. https://idassanewalletmohamed.bandcamp.com/album/issawat
Then we get quite doomy. According to Hopi Dictionary: Hopìikwa Lavàytutuveni, the Hopi word koyaanisqatsi (Hopi pronunciation: [kojɑ�nisˈkɑtsi]) is defined as "life of moral corruption and turmoil" or "life out of balance"
Storms, the world ending etc
As always, big thank you to the Subcity people who help me do this show, which helps me learn my history.
And thank you for listening.