KBC's Homage to
Loreena McKennitt

She's back and as good as ever. Loreena's seventh and latest album has been out since last fall. When I first got it, I was wearing out the CD. And she looks even cuter on this cover.

For those of you who don't know of her, and like Celtic, New Age and/or Folk music, please GET TO KNOW HER. She's great. Although trained as a veterinarian, Loreena becam a masterful harpist. She is one of the most literate musicians I like to listen too, drawing material from Charles Dickens, William Blake, William Butler Yeats, Alfred Lord Tennyson, King Henry VIII, William Shakespeare, St. John of the Cross, and Alfred ("tlot tlot") Noyes. Although she has played her harp less lately, she has been composing much.

Her discography, biography, and ordering information is available at her own web page, Quinlan Road, from which I borrowed these pix.



Elemental
I'm not sure why she's running away from a dilapdated house in her bathrobe, but as the cover for her first album, I guess this isn't too bad. The best tracks are the longing Stolen Child, the soothing Lullaby with an angry verses by William Blake, and the handsome Blacksmith. She Moved Through the Fair is always haunting no matter who does it.




To Drive the Cold Winter Away To Drive The Cold Winter Away
This is my least favorite of her albums. It just doesn't have the energy I like of the others.

Parallel DreamsParallel Dreams
Huron 'Beltane" Fire Dance
is an intriguing meld of Native American and Celtic music. The way the two beats interlace is mathematically interesting, something that appears only a true Celtic musician can do well.



The Visit (cover version 1) The Visit
Ahh, the first music of hers that I heard...from an alternative radio station in Ann Arbor, Michigan, accompanied by Mike Oldfield. (May you rest in peace, WAMX.) All Souls Night is the best, and a classic piece by Loreena that all her fans recognize.

Oddly, there appear to be two versions of the cover. On the more pensive cover, Loreena almost looks like my long-lost twin sister, curly locks, height, long face and all.

The Mask and the MirrorThe Mask and the Mirror
I was reluctant to get this album since I heard Loreena did not play her harp on it. Mistake. The Mystic's Dream is a drawn-out, soothing prelude, and Santiago is a fun faster piece.



A Winter GardenA Winter Garden
Although it has only five tunes, this is still a good buy (especially in an after-Christmas sale). God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen and Good King Wenceslas are wonderfully gentle percussive versions of the familliar songs.

The Book of SecretsThe Book of Secrets
Oooooh, it's about time. Not only does Loreena look good on the cover, but her she expands her composing abilities. The Mummers' Dance is a nostalgic and frollicking tune with catchy Renaissance lyrics. A pop remix with a dance-beat feel released about February this year certainly added to Loreena's popularity. Of course, only in May have I heard the original version on any of the pop radio stations.

The Highwayman continues Loreena's literate oevre with a musical adaptation of Alfred Noyes' poem that I remember from Jr. High school. The snare drums, electric guitars and swells in the music are timed perfectly. (I'm afraid she outdoes Anne of Green Gables' rendition.) I already have a screenplay in my head from listening to it too much. It's a silent film with Loreena's music the only narration...



The Mummer's Dance

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand"