How Sweet And Long The Twilight

Trees bathed in twilight in the forest near Uddevalla, Sweden

Trees bathed in twilight in the forest near Uddevalla, Sweden

How Sweet And Long The Twilight   
Julia Turner 2015

We talk as the light gently fades
The lazy, hazy setting sun
You tell me of the serenade
The way he took you in his arms

I tell you of the road I’ve passed
The valleys and the mountain tops
You tell me the beginning last
The middle first, the end a lot

Stories told we share the calm
Midsummer’s night in forest thick
And with a smile you take my arm
How sweet and long the twilight

The Eko Trio – Spoontastic tour

October ‘15 sees the Eko Trio launching their debut single ‘Cutlery Shed’, in cutting-edge wooden-spoon format, with a five date UK tour including Oxford, Bath, Bristol, London, Leeds. Eko will also be hosting a series of introductory singing workshops alongside selected concert dates, exploring a cappella singing, improvisation, and creative sound making.

October 2015 tour dates…

Warm-up gigs at Bristol Festival of Song
Fri 16th 1:20-2pm at The New Room
5:20-5:45pm at Colston Hall Foyer

Fri 23rd OXFORD 7.30pm, The Yurt, Haddon Acre, £10 Buy tickets

Sat 24th BATH 7.30pm,The Love Lounge, The Bell Inn, £6/5 Buy tickets

Wed 28th BRISTOL 7.30pm, The Greenbank Pub, Easton, £6/5 * Buy tickets

Fri 30th LONDON 7.30pm, The Gallery Cafe, Bethnal Green, £5 Buy tickets

Sat 31st LEEDS 7.30pm, The Heart Centre, Headingley, £6/5 * Buy tickets

Workshops
Saturday 17th October, 12-1:30pm, Hamilton House, Bristol. Buy tickets
Saturday 31st October, 3-4:30pm, The Heart Centre, Leeds. Buy tickets

In these workshops, the Eko Trio will lead you through a selection of vocal games, exercises and short a cappella pieces from jazz, pop, folk and world origins, where you will have the opportunity to explore improvisation, sound play and creative vocal experimentation. You will also have the opportunity to learn parts to one of the songs we will be singing in our concert, and to join us as we sing it that night. Expect to have fun, feel inspired and create some beautiful music. Open to all ages and abilities, all music taught by ear.

Julia Turner and Isolde Freeth-Hale run regular, established choirs in Bristol including The Gasworks Choir, and The Morning Chorus. Both have background training in jazz, Indian classical, and are registered Natural Voice Practitioners.

Limited spaces, please arrive early/book in advance to avoid disappointment.

Still Raging Storm

Still Raging Storm
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Music by Sunniva Brynnel & Julia Turner
Lyrics by Julia Turner

He was sent away from war
Sent away from his family
On the surface they were saving him
But his war was just beginning
A battle for his daily bread
A battle to stay warm
A young boy with no one to comfort him
He had no shelter from the storm

Years on the storm still rages
Rain pounds at his heart
In the light he hides it
But at night he cries out in the dark

As a young man he was scared
As a young man he was petrified
Forced to jump out of a plane
To jump into the great unknown
He battled with his sanity
He battled with his nerves
A young man with no one to comfort him
He was thrown into the storm

Years on the storm still rages
Rain pounds at his heart
In the light he hides it
But at night he cries out in the dark

With his children he was comic
But the whiskey made him harsh
One minute he would laugh with them
The next tear them apart
As he battled with the bottle
And they battled for his heart
Never sure he’d be there to comfort them
They were anxious from the start

Years on the storm still rages
Rain pounds at their hearts
They tried their best to hide it
But they still hear his cries in the dark

As an old man he’s a spend thrift
As an old man he is proud
Never faced up to his demons
Never voiced his fears aloud
And so still he fights his battles
They will always haunt his dreams
An old man with no one to comfort him
As sad as it seems

Within him the storm still rages
Rain pounds at his heart
In the light he hides it
But at night he cries out in the dark and

Within them the storm still rages
Rain pounds at their hearts
They tried their best to hide it
But they still hear his cries in the dark

Response to Verity Standen’s Hug

I went to see* Verity Standen’s Hug a few months ago. I absolutely loved it. Honestly if you get the chance to go to this please do you won’t regret it.
*I use this word out of habit but really I didn’t actually see much at all as I was blindfolded!

Hugged Safely And Loved
My response to Verity Standen’s Hug

I was held today.
Held by a stranger who didn’t know my mind.
They knew my face.
I only knew their touch,
Their smell, their sound.

I was held in a warm embrace as a wave of harmony engulfed me
And carried me with it.
I was held as it lapped at my ears,
Lapped at my head,
Lapped at my very being.

I was held as it washed over my fears,
Fizzed over my loneliness.
Like a child I was held,
Honoured and accepted unconditionally.
Nothing was expected of me.

Yet I was hugged safely and
Loved by the history of humanity.
A small and unremarkable part of the whole
Insignificant yet playing a part.
Accepted for nothing more than my being.

The Eton Mess

The Eton Mess

Don’t have no money
Don’t have no future
Don’t have nowhere to call mine
Don’t care about politics
It’s all meaningless
I care about equality

Feed all my children
Give them a base
Feed all us parents so we don’t lose face
I feel ground down
I feel helpless
Can’t see any way out of this

Need an education
Need a community
Not all this crack talk about Big Society
But real people doing real things

Disparity in wealth
The measure’s tipping
The great divide
I’m slipping and sliding
Trying to find a line to cling to
But it feels like everyone is looking the other way

I value my right to vote
But how can I cope with this political stagnation
We need salvation
Sanitised grins
Cover gaping holes as the money pours in
To off shore bank accounts

They focus on the wrongdoings of the poor
Struggling because they need a lot more
While they the bankers and the Eton mess
Slip out the back door

Morning Sparkles

I’ve been getting up early this week. It’s felt good. Shame that I can’t keep my eyes open past 9pm. Is it possible to rise with the dawn and go to sleep with it? I think not. Damn.

Morning Sparkles

Rising up in the early morning
Actually feels good
I’d almost say
Natural
The sun has returned
From its jaunt to Australia
And is sparkling on my windowpane
This is a small revelation
It’s true I’ve been here before
But this time
I’m certain
I’ll be back for more

My morning has been extended
Plied gently open to reveal
Bonus time
A pocket of unhurried space
Before the day really begins
Before anyone would dare phone me
To turn on my computer would seem
Disrespectful
A crime against myself
And this calm morning
Full of possibilities