Dan Houghton

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MacKinnon’s Brook

Album: Piping the Fish

Released: Sep 9, 2008

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MacKinnon’s Brook
5:04
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The Bombardier Beelte
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The Three Sea Captains
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Ho gura h-aighearrach a-nochd a' dol a laighe mi
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The 51st's Farewell to Sicily
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Genre: Celtic / Folk
Location Edinbaile, Scotland, UK
Profile Views: 38504
Last Login: 1/16/2011
Member Since 2/3/2007
Record Label Mischief Records
Bio
I am primarily a piper and flautist though I do on occasion make forrays into the territory of guitars and bouzoukis and I even sing from time to time. Much of my musical energy is dedicated to the band Cantrip (www.cantrip-music.co.uk) of which I am a founding member though I also play in various configurations and permutations of the set consisting of Cammy Robson, Jon Bews, James Gray, Chris Wright, Ewan MacPherson and Gav Marwick to name a few. In recent years I have also begun composing tunes... .. I hold an undergraduate honours degree in Applied Mathematics and Geophysics which I got from the university of Otago in New Zealand and an MLitt in Gaelic Poetry and Language from Edinburgh Uni. I have just recently moved back to Edinburgh from Toulouse where I was working as an English instructor and translator and I have recently begun working in web design (see www.pipingtool.co.uk)... .. ........ .. ........ ..................
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Notes on the tunes up there to your right:.. Well folks I finally finished the album! ..The Long March Home.. is now out and for sale on my ..website... Above right are a few clips from it and more info can be got at ..www.pipingtool.co.uk..... Enjoy!.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Influences
Alan MacDonald of Glen Uig, Fred Morrison, Gordon Duncan, Iain MacInnes, The Corries, David Francey, Gordon Bok, Richard Thompson, AC/DC, Jean Michel Vellion, Cillian Vallely, Jacob Fournel, Brian Yates, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Brian Finnegan, Ryans Fancy, Mes Souliers Sont Rouges, Tommy Makem, Liam Clancy, Barry Shears, Black Sabbath, Edward Abbey, Harlan Ellison, James Thurber, Johnny Cunningham, Dave Foreman, La Boutine Souriante, Rua, Steven Vincent Benet, Phil Cunningham, Farley Mowat.. .. .. TO A MOUSE –on turning up her nest with a plough.. .. Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,.. O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!.. Thou need na start awa sae hasty,.. Wi’ bickering brattle!.. I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,.. Wi’ murd’ring pattle!.. .. I’m truly sorry man’s dominion,.. Has broken nature’s social union,.. An’ justifies that ill opinion,.. Which makes thee startle.. At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,.. An’ fellow-mortal!.. .. I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;.. What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!.. A daimen icker in a thrave.. ’S a sma’ request;.. I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,.. An' never miss’t!.. .. Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!.. It's silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!.. An’ naething, now, to big a new yin,.. O’ foggage green!.. An’ bleak December's winds ensuin’,.. Baith snell an’ keen!.. .. Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,.. An’ weary winter comin’ fast,.. An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,.. Thou thought to dwell-.. Till crash! the cruel coulter past.. Out thro’ thy cell... .. That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,.. Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!.. Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,.. But house or hald,.. To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,.. An’ cranreuch cauld!.. .. But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,.. In proving foresight may be vain;.. The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men.. Gang aft agley,.. An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,.. For promis’d joy!.. .. Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me.. The present only toucheth thee:.. But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.. On prospects drear!.. An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,.. I guess an’ fear!.. .. Robert Burns .. .. GRASS.. .. Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo... Shovel them under and let me work–.. I am the Grass; I cover all... .. And pile them high at Gettysburg.. And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun... Shovel them under and let me work... Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:.. What place is this?.. Where are we now?.. .. I am the grass... Let me work... .. Carl Sandburg.. .. .. EPITAPH FOR A POLITICIAN.. .. Here, richly and with ridiculous display.. The politician’s corpse is laid away... While all of his acquaintances quipped and slanged.. I wept, for I had longed to see him hanged... .. Hillaire Belloc.. .. .. FOR ALL BLASPHEMERS.. .. Adam was my grandfather,.. A tall spoiled child,.. A red clay tower.. In Eden, green and mild... He ripped the Sinful Pippin.. From its sanctimonious limb... Adam was my grandfather - .. And I take after him... .. Noah was my uncle.. And he got dead drunk... There were planets in his liquor-can.. And lizards in his bunk... He fell into the Bottomless.. Past Hell's most shrinking star... Old Aunt Fate has often said.. How much alike we are... .. Lillith, She's my sweetheart.. Till my heartstrings break,.. Most of her is honey pale.. And all of her is snake... Sweet as secret thievery,.. I kiss her all I can,.. While Somebody Above remarks.. “That's not a nice young man!”.. .. Bacchus was my brother,.. Nimrod is my friend... All of them have talked to me.. On how such courses end... But when his worship takes me up.. How can I fare but well?.. For who in gaudy Hell will care?.. -And I shall be in Hell... .. Steven Vincent Bienet.. .. .. 67... .. pity this busy monster, manunkind, .. .. not. Progress is a comfortable diseae:.. your victim (death and life safely beyond).. .. plays with the bigness of his littleness.. -electrons defy one razorblade.. into a mountainrange; lenses extend.. .. unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish.. returns on its unself... A world of made.. is not a world of born-pity poor flesh.. .. and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this.. fine specemen of hypermagical.. .. ultraomnipotence. We doctors know.. .. a hopless case if - listen: there's a hell.. of a good universe next door; let's go.. .. E. E. Cummings..
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