Yellow Bird

This song was featured in the recent movie The Sapphires.

Yellow bird, up high in banana tree
Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend leave the nest again?
That is very bad, Makes me feel so sad
You can fly away, In the sky away
You more lucky than me

Yellow bird, up high in banana tree
Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me
Better fly away, In the sky away,
Picker coming soon, Pick from night to noon
Black and yellow you, Like banana too
They may pick you some day

Wish that I were a yellow bird,
I fly away with you
But I am not a yellow bird
So I sit, nothing else to do

Yellow bird Yellow bird



Recently someone drew to my attention the difference between place and location. Somewhere can become something more than just a location when we ascribe meaning to it.

For me it’s the valley below my parents house.Valley
I am always filled with this feeling that i don’t know the word for, maybe it’s awe. It’s like arrrrg it looks so inviting! I feel that i want to become part of the landscape.

Another place is the ocean. Physically the closest i can get to this desire to become, is swimming in the ocean. Being lost in something so huge.


It also brought a song to mind…prepare yourself for my abysmal guitar playing.

What about fictional places that are important to you?
For me it’s Hell from john Marsdens Tomorrow when the war began series. Growing up in a semi rural area i like the sound of this hidden wild place they discover. Some interesting reflections from Ellie about place and labels:

“‘Why did people call it Hell?’ I wondered. All those cliffs and rocks, and that vegetation, it did look wild. But wild wasn’t Hell. Wild was fascinating, difficult, wonderful. No place was Hell, no place could be Hell. It’s the people calling it Hell, that’s the only thing that made it so. People just sticking names on places, so that no one could see those places properly any more…No, Hell wasn’t anything to do with places, Hell was all to do with people. Maybe Hell was people.”
“People, shadows, good, bad, Heaven, Hell: all of these were names, labels, that was all. Humans had created these opposites: Nature recognised no opposites. Even life and death weren’t opposites in Nature: one was merely an extension of the other.

At last – me yelling at the camera. with lots of vibrato

Another of Eva Cassidys great covers.
It’s a pretty big ask to try n do Etta James.
But it’s such a fun song, and in a great key for me.

Blackbird & Danny Boy

I had a go at these 2 great songs tonight.

Who else loves norah?

Me singing don’t know why.

Lovely view of my kitchen.