"Charles De Lint - The Little Country" - читать интересную книгу автора (De Lint Charles)First Tor Edition: March 1993 First Orb Edition: April 2001 Printed in the United States of America 0987654321 scan, conversion, proofing by scripter v1.0 July 2004 AuthorтАЩs Note and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The tune titles heading each chapter are all traditional, except for тАЬLeppadumdowledum,тАЭ which was composed by Donal Lunny; тАЬSo There I Was,тАЭ composed by John Kirkpatrick; and тАЬAbsurd Good News.тАЭ Musicians interested in tracking down the tunes should look for them in the usual sources? тАФtunebooks, old and new, but especially in the repertoire of musicians, whether recorded or in live performance and sessions; those tunes credited to Janey Little have been transcribed and can be found in the appendix at the end of the novel for the hopeful enjoyment of interested players. A work such as this doesnтАЩt grow out of a vacuum.The Little Country had its origin in sources too exhaustive to list with any real thoroughness, but I can still pinpoint its original spark: many an evening in the early seventies spent listening to my friend Don Flamanck telling stories of Cornwall as he remembered it. When my wife, Mary Ann, and I finally went to Cornwall in October of 1988 to research this bookтАЩs settings, we found it to be everything Don had promised it would be, and more. Thanks are due to Don, first and foremost, for that inspiration, and also to Phil and Audrey Wallis of Mousehole for more wonderful stories and their hospitality; to Bernard Evans of Newlyn for filling me in on the local music scene; to Ben Batten, Christopher Bice, Des Hannigan, John Hocking, Robert Hunt, John and Nettie Pender, Derek Tangye, Douglas Tregenza, Ken Ward, G. Pawley White, and a multitude of others too numerous to list here for background material; to Colin Wilson for his logical explorations of those things{Page 12}that defy logic; to those many, many traditional musicians, again too numerous to mention, who keep the music alive and give it new life with each note they play; to those musicians who attend the local music sessions here in Ottawa (тАЬAll of a Monday NightтАЭ) and by their enthusiasm keep my own playing in right good fettle; and last, though not least, to my wife, Mary Ann, a mean mandolin player in her own right, for her support, both musical and literary, and for her love that I |
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