day 12…from Scotland with love

Last night was the opening night of King creosote’s from Scotland with love at the Usher hall in Edinburgh. In 2014 he worked in collaboration with film maker Virginia Heath, using archive film footage, allowing his songs to interpret what we see. The lives of ordinary people come back to life and are given a voice by the songs. It is a beautiful thing.

Virginia Heath describes her motivation for making the film:

I wanted to make a film about ordinary people…a film from below, if you like, because obviously there’s been a lot of stuff done showing all the castles and the kings’ and queens’ visits. But what really interested me was ordinary people’s lives and the way people made things, were proud of making things, the sense of community.

The guardian

And Kenny Anderson says of it:

“It’s basically just looking at ourselves in the past – it’s like looking at your grandparents’ or your great grandparents’ generation goofing about, just doing what they’re doing. But you have to remember that it wasn’t the past for them – they were right at the cutting edge of time like we are now.”

It is beautiful piece of work.

in Ocean of light, Martin Laird writes:

The arms of the past reach into the present. In the words of the American novelist William Faulkner, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”

An ocean of light

When I watch from Scotland with love the arms of my past reach into the present. I am mindful of the room and kitchen I lived in, four flights up; of the wash houses bricked up in the back court, where we would leap from in dead mans fall; the impenetrable November fog; an old man singing up to the tenement windows, and Mrs Kearney sending out her son Joseph with some coins: “my mum says to tell you that was a lovely song“; I remember my gran, who was never without her pinny on. All of it alive inside me – if invisible without. All of it real and lived and part of who I am.

All of it known and kept in the unimaginable presence of God, who is infinite goodness and mercy, whose power is never separated from love. Who in Nazareth, a back water town, became one with our ordinariness.

from Scotland with love – well worth looking out for.

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