Category: WORDS

‘IMPOSSIBLE MISSIONARIES’ The band that almost was…..notes. 3 Luibs Cottages, Kilmartin, Scotland. 1997.

All original tracks, invented in our living room. Keyboards, bass and flute. Lots of ‘button pushing’ and bored bass and flute player ‘cushion butting’! Pages of ‘notes’?!? I can now think of easier ways!

JAH FISH (Amoeba reggae styleee!) 32 beat sections

B flat minor – C sharp, F sharp. sliding semi-tones key changes.

Everything in….fade into it.
Flute solo/freeform stuff.
Sustained section. Guitar chord + legato flute
‘Peer Gynt’ section
Legato solo – wandering.
Twinki bits.
Key Change E flat minor.
Key change back doen. WAH solo.
Musical Preist! into
Key Change

JAMES BROWNIZE. (sychro-riff stylee)

A B flat D-B / E F sharp G A /D B A G-E

twang – beginning.
synchro-riff ….. faster and faster.

B flat > E


B C sharp D E flat E      (Bass: E E flat D C sharp D E flat E)


D G B flat C  (x8) // D G B flat C // (last time) C sharp D C sharp C (x4)
D-F-G ‘ A G F G ‘ F D C D // G B flat G E flat C D E flat E ‘ F A F D B flat C C sharp D E flat G E flat C ‘  A C  F  E flat D // B falt G D ‘ B flat  G C sharp ‘ B flat G C // G B flat G ‘ G B flat F sharp ‘ G B flat F

JAG (Flamenco/Morrocan!)

B minor : B-B b-b B-B b-b B-B b-b C // B-B b-b B-B b-b B-B b-b A
change  G B ‘  G  B flat A   D.C ://


A-A ‘ B-B ‘ A-A ‘ A ‘ E-F into  B etc. E-F

LITTLE CASCADE (Eas a Chaibeal )

F minor



Notes from ‘Wild Food’ by Roger Phillips.



To collect:
Bore into the tree approx. 18″ from the ground. (March sap rising) Insert plastic tubing running down to collecting bottle (sterilised) through tissuepaper bung. Cork up tree after with a good fitting wooden plug.

To make the wine:

4 1/2 litres (8pts) sap
200g (1/2lb) chopped raisins
1kg (21/4lb) white suger
Juice of 2 lemons
general purpose yeast

Boil sap soon after collection. Add sugar. Simmer 10 mins. Place raisins in a plastic bucket. Pour on liquid and add lemon. Start yeast in glass. When mixture reaches blood temperature, add yeast.
Leave for 3 days.
Strain into 1 gallon (4.5lt) jar and air-lock.
Leave in a warm room until fermentation ceases.
Filter to remove sediment.
Bottle and cork. (if, at bottling, wine is dry, add sugar syrup)
Lasts 6 months and longer!

Morels grow in sandy soil, over lying chalk. March-May.


100 nettle stalks. (young nettles)
12 lts (2.5 gallons) water
1.5kg (3lbs) sugar
50g/2oz cream of tartar
15g (0.5oz) yeast

Boil nettles in water for 15 mins. Strain. Add sugar and cream of tartar. Heat and disslove. Cool until tepid. Add yeast. Cover with muslin. Leave for 24 hours. Remove scum and decant, leaving sediment undisturbed. Bottle, cork and tie down.
Don’t forget WILD GARLIC leaves in salads.

PRIMROSES – (never heard this before!) can be painted with beaten egg white + little rose water….while growing!! Sprinkle with castor sugar and, 3hrs later, cut. Dry by fire for 3 days. Will last approx. 6- weeks. Blame, Borage and Sage are also good alternatives.


2 lts (3.5 pts) gorse flowers
1kg (2.2lbs) sugar
2 lemons
2 oranges
4.5 lt (1 gallon) water
general purpose yeast

Fresh, full flowers (gardening gloves!)
Start yeast. Put flowers, sugar and some water in a pot. Simmer flowers for 15 mins. Disslove sugar. Pour into bucket, add juice of lemon and orange + thinly peeled rind. Allow to cool to blood temperature. Add yeast. Cover with muslin.
After 3 days strain into a fermentation jar and airlock. Rack off into a clean jar and make it up with cold, boiled water.
Leave until clear. Bottle.


1 handful bog myrtle leaves
4.5 lts (1 gallon) water
450g (1lb) honey
1 lemon
general purpose yeast

Boil bog myrtle leaves for 15-20 mins in water. Add honey, juice of lemon. Disslove.
Activate yeast. Cool to blood temperature. Add yeast.
Leave, uncovered, for 4-5 days.
Strain and bottle in screw top bottles.
Drink within 1 week.
Check they do not get too fizzy. If no fizz add 1 tsp of sugar to each bottle. leave a further week.”

(2017 – I have another recipe now for Bog Myrtle Beer. We make it every year, sometimes twice! It lasts forever and only gets stronger, becoming almost like a wine. Visiting friends call it the ‘truth serum’! Keeps the midges off you too in summer when you sweat it!)



Relevant bits from ‘Earth Medicine’ by Kenneth Meadows.

Copied out into diary from ‘Earth Medicine’ by Kenneth Meadows.


Birthdates: 23 November- 21 December

Earth Influence: Long Nights Time

Wind: West wind

Totem: Grizzly bear

Direction: North West

Elements: Fire with Earth

Elemental clan: Hawk Fire Clan

Function: changing things

Birth animal and totem: Owl

Plant totem: Mistletoe

Mineral totem: Obsidian

Polarity totem: Deer

Affinity colour: Gold

Musical vibration: C sharp

Personality: warm hearted, adventurous, independant

Feelings: warm

Intention: objectivity

Nature: sincere

Positive traits: versatile, adaptable,scrupulous

Negative traits: restless, tactless, boisterous

Sex drive: adventurous

Compatabilities: Falcons and Salmon

Conscious aim: understanding

Sub conscious desire: dertermination

Life Path: Elevation

I ching trigram: Ken. The still mountain. Need for singleness of purpose.

Must cultivate: concentration,optimism, enthusiasm.

Must avoid: over indulgence,exaggeration,greed

Spritual alchemy: when Yin and Yang in balance


Long Nights Time – thoughtful people, capable of seeking things out from the minds of     others. Questioning ‘direction’ – getting a clear sighting of goals.
West Wind – able to cope with change and renewal.
North West – KARMArepeated lessons until they are learnt. Imparting knowledge. Need for firm friendships and close relationships.
OWL – totem of mind, wisdom, sacred science, proud, observant. Drawn to esoteric subjects, ‘secrets’ with caution. Practical reality. Need to vanish if things become too involved (in these times in danger of being misunderstood, hurting themselves.)
OWL EXPRESSION – warm-hearted, jovial, fun-loving, independant outlook, adventurous temprement. Love of the great outdoors. Freedom from confinment and limitation. Freedom of mind and expression, freedom to go where they please, think what they like, say what they feel. Alert minds mean they develop more interests than they can cope with, becoming master of none. Enjoy lengthy conversations and arguments. Enjoy talking about things that interest them, less enthusiastic about other peoples’ interests. Explosive expressions if touched on a raw spot. Boldness and frankness – sometimes seen as insensivity/rudeness. Bitterly sarcastic when hurt. Run away from responsibility. Often this rebounds on them. Corageous. Pioneers/Explorers/Visionaries.
OWL HEALTH – danger spots are waistline, liver, hips and thighs. Excess weight and nervous exhaustion.

MISTLETOE. – medicine for cholera, convulsions, hysteria. Fertility/conception. Magical air. Clinging tendencies. Renewal.

OBSIDIAN – power to sharpen outer and inner vision. Foresight. ‘Apache tears’ – protection from grave sorrow. Balance emotions. Protection from emotional trauma. Powerful meditation tool.

GOLD – higher octave of orange. Love, compassion, realisation. Inspiring and comforting.


BEST MONTHS – 21st March – 19th April/ 22nd July – 21st August/23rd November-21st December.

Deer people make good friends, mentors. (21st – 20th June). Most compatible with Falcon (21st March – 19th April) and Salmon (22nd July – 21st August)

Projects to be getting along with. 3 Luibs Cottages, Kilmartin, Scotland. 1997.

Bender poles: for bender in the garden. (tarpaulin, burner, palettes)

Palettes: ring friend and make a time to use the van. How many palettes? Cottage and   Dunans.
Floor and ladder to the loft: look in Harcross for suitable flooring?? Rope ladder? Old  slim wooden ladder? Second hand shop in Ardrishaig.

Futon: from Braevallich.

Garden: digging veg. patch over. cut out dead seed heads etc.

Music: with S. and D. practise flute riffs.

Work: look for the necessary part-time employment.

L.E.T.S. scheme. cafe project?

Craft ideas: think practical. printing? leather? knitting? wood/bone?, find ways to use all the gathered stuff!!!). finish patchwork fleece.

Burning ambitions. 3 Luib’s Cottages, Kilmartin, Scotland. 1997.

‘It is strange how my head can be so full of great, innovative, stories and ideas and then, suddenly, as soon as I pick up a pen and paper, all of this burgeoning, creative talent vanishes. leaving me floating in a frustrated void.
Fire flickr’ing tounges.

Tempting caverns within the embers.

Taking Sunday slowly, sheltering,

From the slashing, freaking, gusting weather

With an attitude of prooving our resistance.

T.V. and wellies.

The slow contented sigh of a man.

The crackling fire warms my arse as I sit with my knees up.

Blinking with dry eyes.

In my mind my ambitions burn, then mingle and merge , like smoke.

Confusing me.

Where to begin again?!!’




‘Refuge of the Road’ by Joni Mitchell. Lyrics.

(2017– Another few pages of copied out lyrics. Joni Mitchell called to me. Her genius lyrics so powerful for me at that time. Now I can see how impossible it would have been then, really, for me to settle down. I was not finished yet….I sat, drank wine and cried buckets when I istened to this stunning song.)

Refuge of the Roads

I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized
And I sat before his sanity
I was holding back from crying
He saw my complications
And he mirrored me back simplified
And we laughed how our perfection
Would always be denied
“Heart and humor and humility”
He said “Will lighten up your heavy load”
I left him for the refuge of the roads
I fell in with some drifters
Cast upon a beach town
Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs
And I wound up fixing dinner
For them and Boston Jim
I well up with affection
Thinking back down the roads to then
The nets were overflowing
In the Gulf of Mexico
They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads
There was spring along the ditches
There were good times in the cities
Oh, radiant happiness
It was all so light and easy
Till I started analyzing
And I brought on my old ways
A thunderhead of judgment was
Gathering in my gaze
And it made most people nervous
They just didn’t want to know
What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads
I pulled off into a forest
Crickets clicking in the ferns
Like a wheel of fortune
I heard my fate turn, turn turn
And I went running down a white sand road
I was running like a white-assed deer
Running to lose the blues
To the innocence in here
These are the clouds of Michelangelo
Muscular with gods and sungold
Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads
In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth
Taken coming back from the moon
And you couldn’t see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all
You couldn’t see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the road

Hejira by Joni Mitchell

(2017– I copied out the lyrics from ‘Hejira’ by Joni Mitchell, who has just come on Radio 6 as I type this! It used to make me cry everytime I heard it.)


I’m traveling in some vehicle
I’m sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars

That shell shock love away
There’s comfort in melancholy
When there’s no need to explain
It’s just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I’m returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here’s a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They’re either going to thaw out or freeze
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees
I’m porous with travel fever
But you know I’m so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know no one’s going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There’s the hope and the hopelessness
I’ve witnessed thirty years
We’re only particles of change I know I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I’m always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I’m traveling in some vehicle
I’m sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way