{"id":7,"date":"2020-03-02T16:52:48","date_gmt":"2020-03-02T16:52:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/?page_id=7"},"modified":"2025-03-04T16:47:10","modified_gmt":"2025-03-04T16:47:10","slug":"about","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/tummelyerwilkies.com\/?page_id=7","title":{"rendered":"About Dave…"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

All of the World is a Song…<\/p>\n\n\n

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Durban 1995<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n
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“There you stood, eight hundred years, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While ages passed away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kings and Queens, young lovers\u2019 dreams<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fal-de-rah-the-day<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beside the Priory standing tall,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing strong and surely<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How can it be that we have lost<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old Wych Elm in Beauly?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Oh, hush, my soul, she’s painting daydreams,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yellows, reds and gold and lilac moonbeams;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She speaks to me, so innocent and so carefree, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

How can it be, I close my eyes yet I can see <\/p>\n\n\n\n

her fantasies?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Sunrise, it\u2019s another day, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My Queen is dead, what can I say, uh-huh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I wash my face and grab a cup <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of something meant to wake me up, uh-huh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This work\u2019s a drag, it doesn\u2019t pay; <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mortgage, bills won\u2019t go away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The taxman tries his best to rob me blind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While, I\u2019m here searching for my peace of mind.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

For almost four decades now, Dave has written and performed his songs – telling stories of places he has lived and visited, venues where he has sung, people he has met and people he has lost, love and hate, hope and sorrow, the seasons, life and death. Every song a journey he’d love to share with you …<\/p>\n\n\n

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My younger brother, Mark December 1981<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n
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“Soldier Boy, why did you go when battle’s bugle called you? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you’d stayed the price you’d have paid would be less than what they made you; <\/p>\n\n\n\n

You went away, one fine day, a young man to be proud of<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To country far and to a war in places never heard of…”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Pubs, bars, restaurants, steakhouses, coffee shops, farmers’ markets and festivals… Busking in the streets of Glasgow and Newcastle, travelling around the UK and the world singing and playing bagpipes…”Sings for free but will stop for payment!”<\/p>\n\n\n

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Cape Town 1995<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n
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“The heavens are on fire, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A raging, livid hue <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of tempered steel or twilight shades<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of black and blue<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The air roars like a freight train <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or the crashing of the seas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel it – hot and heavy, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With foreboding and unease<\/p>\n\n\n\n

UMvelinqangi!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“When a man loses all that he owns,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When his loved ones are gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a storm tossed and blown,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he\u2019s old and alone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wishing he could go home<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How Can A Man?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I walk these winter streets beneath the frosty lights <\/p>\n\n\n\n

as cars go rushing by<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rain has turned to sleet, the trees are silhouettes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

against a threatening sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I pass the cemetery <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hear the headstones beckon me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every story etched in words of stone <\/p>\n\n\n\n

like buried memories…”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

The times, Mr. Dylan, certainly have changed and nowadays we find ourselves as much in “virtual” folk clubs as we do in real, live ones. Today, it’s possible to visit the US, Canada, Germany, Australia – all without leaving your home…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Underberg 1995<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Cape Town 1995<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Bruno’s Il Forno, Port Elizabeth 1990<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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“When the warmth of each day like a dream slips away <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the north wind brings an early twilight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When breezes that moan chill you right to the bone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When snowflakes dance for the lonely street light<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Winter has come, with nights dark and long.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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“How come “The Hedgehog”?”, I hear you ask. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well it all began with a song I wrote in the 1980’s called “Hedgehogs…and other animals of the night”. No longer considered politically correct (was it EVER?) I very rarely sing it nowadays unless I’m singing to a group of drunken South Africans my age or older…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The great Sixto Rodrigues at Ludlow Garage, Cincinnati 2019<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Jeremy Taylor, anti apartheid activist at Readifolk, 1997<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Finally, back in the UK for good (?) and hoping to get his face and his music out and about so, if you like what you hear, Dave would love your continued support…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Online, it\u2019s song time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

got to get some rhythm in my day<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Cause, sometimes, when words rhyme<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a melody can take me far away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Far from all those things that try to break me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Far from everything that brings me down<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When life itself seems somehow to forsake me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On music\u2019s wings I\u2019m high above the ground\u2026”.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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“I took a walk up Calton Hill,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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To see the city far below<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In clear blue skies the sun did glow<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Yet tempered not the autumn\u2019s chill \u2026”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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“A cold wind blow… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through the streets of Washington DC<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A tyrant gloats for a world <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watching on TV<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The martyr stirs in his grave, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019s turning in her grave<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rancor burns with a flame of the way we all behave<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this free land of the brave\u2026.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Dave’s music can be purchased and listened to at https:\/\/davemasonmusic.bandcamp.com<\/a> <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Dave is also a skilled highland piper and has composed three books of music<\/strong> for the Highland Bagpipe<\/strong>s https:\/\/tummelyerwilkies.com<\/a> <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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