Katie Malco

Brodick Bay

(Scottish folk ballad) 

Must you go my sweet love?

Won’t thee stay with me here?

Forever on the Brodick bay,

Must you leave my darling, my dear?

For I will wait for thee,

Every morn on the shore,

And a ghost ship on the horizon,

Will come and you’ll heal my heart so sore

Thou took thy last breath,

There, in the cauld cauld sea,

And still I wait here on the shore

Won’t ye come back for me?

I watch the sea crash furiously,

God’s almighty wrath I fear,

And if he were not to will thy spirit hame,

My beloved, my darling, my dear

I lang to feel thy warm breath

To hear thee whisper “ma sweet lass,

I will love ye forever dear,

Until the grave day that I pass”

Won’t the waves deliver ye tae me,

Will ye leave me out here in the cauld?

Am I tae pine every nicht and day,

Until I am withered and auld?

Is that thee o’er in the distance?

Beneath the misty Scottish skies?

A spectre on the horizon,

Tormenting my longing eyes

And in the whistle of the sea wind,

I hear thy voice and feel thy breath,

“Lassie you must leave the bay,

My love, you must leave me tae rest”

I won’t leave the sickly comfort,

“Hamish, will ye not stay?

I’ve made my grave on the Brodick shores,

I pray that my life God will take away

And you and I can be again

And lay together in the fields of heather”,

And circling in the breeze from above,

Into my hands blew a feather

And I felt Hamish’s absence,

On the horizon and in the air,

For him I will wait here on the Brodick shore,

Forever and ever mair.

Soooo.

On thursday I played a Communion night at Borderline in London with Pete Roe, Alana Stewart and Nathaniel Rateliff.

It was a funny old night, first I got caught in the torrential downpour, and fell over on the train and everyone saw my pants.
Then I arrived at the gig looking drowned, unhappy and with mascara all over my face. Met everyone playing, and the Communion fella, Maz, then went to the dressing room, looked in the mirror, and realised this. 
Then my telecaster wouldn’t work during soundcheck so I had to change the set.

NIGHTMARE.

Pete Roe played after me and he was great - had some blues shiz going on, and immense guitar skillzzz. Alana Stewart was cool, really kind of sarcastic lyrics and really original in every way. She pronounced every word as though it was the most important thing you’ll ever hear, and I loved it. Then Nathaniel Rateliff played with a lady, and their harmonies were stunning. So dynamic, so heartfelt…..just beautiful. Mumford and Sons did a sort of, surprise collaboration with them….except they were Nathaniel’s songs, so not a collaboration really, more of a band sort of scenario. Six part harmonies and all kinds of small guitars going on - amazing. They practiced a couple of the songs in soundcheck unplugged, and I was secretly melting inside, I mean - these chaps are unbelievable musicians. I felt so lucky to be hearing it like that. I realise I sound like a complete doosh right now.

So, I had a swell time. It was one of those gigs that stays with you for a long while afterwards. 

And now its back to Uni work. Back to thinking about the future. The EP release. Touring. Life after Uni. And aaaaall the festivals! I can’t wait.

I’m gonna go and eat my ice cream now (I’m on a diet but I can’t stop eating ice cream. I need professional help.)

xxx

I never thought I would write the phrase; “so much clit she don’t need balls” in an essay. But I just did, because its a quote and it needs to be said in this context. Okay enough sex chats, I gots to go write about it for another zillion hours.

I just finished reading a book by Truman Capote called ‘In Cold Blood’, about the murder of a farmer and his family for the sake of only $50. It was really really REALLY detailed, but worth the read, because you appreciate every detail by the end. It reflects how close to the situation Capote was, and how thorough his investigation had been. If you like stuff about murder and execution or trials and law and crime, then this book is for you. OR if you’re not much of a reader then watch the film Capote, which looks at the story from a different angle - Capote’s angle in fact. Rather than the people directly involved and affected by the murders. 

I’m not like, reviewing it or some shit, I just felt the need to talk about it because I feel kinda affected by it. I have such a morbid fascination with murder, and I can’t believe the death penalty was HANGING in Kansas right up to the 70’s. That’s a rough way to go. But then, so is having your throat cut by some maniac that just wanted your money.

Well, I hope I never get murdered. 

I was gonna bang on about Sufjan Stevens now, but after thinking about murder, I have lost the will.

xxx

…..Here I am. Doing this instead of work. 

This will mainly be the ramblings of a 20-odd-year-old angry person with a whole load of uninteresting garbage to spout, and occasionally musical discussions and such.

I hope you don’t mind.

I’m in love with Sufjan Stevens. This is the first thing you should know about me.
I don’t think I will ever love anyone the way I love him.
This makes me sad.

Its not a big deal like.

The second thing you should know is that I moan a lot.
The third thing is that I play musics and I have an EP coming out this year. More on that another day.

xx