Darwin Festival
Delighted to be performing tomorrow at The Shrewsbury Coffeehouse as part of a packed bill for the Darwin Festival : ) Come down and squeeze in! x
All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray… films remembering a Shropshire summer
Abel’s Harp play Wax and Wane, featuring Harriet Bartlett (vocal, accordion), Simon Smith (bass), Jonathan Day (vocal, tenor guitar, cahon), Rob Dunsford (vocal, guitar), Charlotte Price (cello). Abel’s Harp play The Spanish Set at Festival at the Edge – (from left) Harriet Bartlett, Jonathan Day, Cait Leach and Jared Jackson. Abel’s Harp play ‘Millionaire’ (Rob...
Vagabond from the Blue Sky, Part 2. An interview with FolkRadio’s Alex Gallacher
Vagabond from the Blue Sky, part 2 An interview with FolkRadio’s Alex Gallacher Talking about his experiences of music and the road, Jonathan continued: Life, it often seems to me, is like a string of beads: moments strung like pearls on the fading continuum of my passing. Here are some of those moments, translucent milk-white...
A wish for our tomorrows
Walking over the narrow bridge on the Sheinbrook, I saw three Grey Wagtails fly together along the water. Even without belief I still love the ancient augurers’ ways – predicting the future by the omens of animals. Moments later a deep chocolate brown dipper followed, its white tail like a kite or a nervous ladies...
Vagabond from the Blue Sky part 1. An interview with Folk Radio’s Alex Gallacher
Folk Life: Jonathan Day – Vagabond from the Blue Sky by ALEX GALLACHER, FolkRadio I’ve been a fan of Jonathan Day’s music since he sent his album ‘Carved in Bone’. He’s a very keen traveller and always seems to be off on some journey, so much so that I find it impossible to...
Fordhall festival – a farewell to summer
Across Shropshire in early light after a cold and wonderful night playing our last outdoor festival of summer. We saw our breath as we sang… so now autumn, a season like my soul. A mist skein scarfing the hills, translucent as a jelly fish. Sometimes heavy rain, speaking of winter, sometimes sun like a memory...
Farmer Phil’s Festival ’13 and Shrewsbury Flower Show
Looking out into the darkness from a high place, across a river – the hundred thousand lights are engulfed in rain. A warm rain like a cat that curls around every corner, a quiet voice from a more subtle world. The musical life has brought me here, far from my ancient hills, round, green and...