Although I didn’t set out to run my own label, I found it made sense quite quickly. I can say what I want and dance to my own tune, even if sometimes it’s like nobody is listening. The trade-off is you stay ‘cult’ and resign yourself to a very modest level of what most people would call success.
I had a kind of artrock band called Peanut for a while, which eventually helped me over my fear of singing. That was a big step for me. I never dreamed I could sing songs in front of people.
When I became a parent and hit my thirties, I got my hands on an acoustic guitar. I started writing quiet, simple songs at home and, with a little encouragement, I got more courage and found my voice. I have people and movements who have inspired me to carry on, but I try to write about things I know, nothing too complicated, really.
I can get a tune out of most things with strings, but I’m not really sure I’m what could be called a musician. I find it fascinating working with people who can play other instruments and sing.
I think the last album I bought was a very beautiful album called ‘Lost Wisdom’ by Mount Eerie featuring Julie Doiron, and I bought it direct from Phil Elverum via his website. It’s cool you can do that now with the Internet.
I grew up listening to Teenage Fanclub and Eugenius. Scottish music cast a huge influence on me.
I would describe my songs as just a collection of my thoughts, with melodies that probably occurred to me in the grocery store or cycling home, sung as best I can over a bunch of chords.
My favourite place is at home with my family. My career is really raising my children. I’m still waiting for clarity on the future.
A religion so cheerless, a philosophy so sorrowful, could never have succeeded with the masses of mankind if presented only as a system of metaphysics. Buddhism owed its success to its catholic spirit and its beautiful morality.
If we look into ourselves we discover propensities which declare that our intellects have arisen from a lower form; could our minds be made visible we should find them tailed.
The philosophic spirit of inquiry may be traced to brute curiosity, and that to the habit of examining all things in search of food.
Return to your friends and tell them that we came here with no peaceful intent, but ready for battle, and determined to avenge our own wrongs and set our country free. Let your masters come and attack us: we are ready to meet them beard to beard.
To Edward, I cannot be a traitor, for I owe him no allegiance; he is not my sovereign; he never received my homage; and whilst life is in this persecuted body, he shall never receive it.
I’m William Wallace, and the rest of you will be spared. Go back to England and tell them… Scotland is free!
As to my followers, I wish no man to follow me who is not sound at the heart in the cause of his country; and either at the head or in the ranks of these, I will always consider it my glory to be found.
I have mortally opposed the English king; I have stormed and taken the towns and castles which he unjustly claimed as his own.
I always showed myself in the face of day, asserting the liberty and independence of my country, while some others, like owls, courted concealment and were too much afraid of losing their roosts to leave them for such a cause.
If I or my soldiers have plundered or done injury to the houses or to the ministers of religion, I repent me of my sin – but it is not of Edward of England that I shall ask pardon.
O! Desolated Scotland, too credulous of fair speeches, and not aware of the calamities which are coming upon you! If you were to judge as I do, you would not easily put your neck under a foreign yoke.
As Governor of my country, I have been an enemy to its enemies; I have slain the English; I have mortally opposed the English King; I have stormed and taken the towns and castles which he unjustly claimed as his own.
If I or my soldiers have plundered or done injury to the houses or ministers of religion, I repent me of my sin; but it is not of Edward of England I shall ask pardon.
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