Spinning Compass Comunications

[Rob's voice is a soft, lilting Aberdeenshire accent.]

Well, I've had myself a fine time visiting another country for the first time through the door, but back home today it would be St Andrew's Day, which comes with much folklore of it's own, but mostly it is a time of celebration marking the beginning of the season of Scottish winter festivals... well, man, it's very dark and cold for most of the season, with the sleet and the ice and nothing to be done with the land. It's a right rough time for us, so we make sure and bring the community together with dances and music and storytelling to lift spirits and that-

So, aye, we are all spread into different places, and the island is right rough going as it is now. But I have been blessed to meet so many new people here, discover things I never would have been able to experience. Right enough, I owe my life to the place- I know we may have our differences, it's only natural enough, we come from so many different times and places and worlds, we are shaped by different experiences and beliefs. But I think we could all take a lesson from Kinraddie, and remember to look out for one another, to keep a sense of community alive, and remember that no matter when and where you come from, you have a place here. And there is a song that tells of the revolutionary idea that one man is as good as another, and all that.

[Rob begins to play guitar and sing, very simple, acoustic and gentle. 'A Man's a Man For All That.'

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I have to go back

Scotty won't leave

Um- I'm right sorry to bother everyone but- [Horses whinny]

Hey, hey- I'm kind of a bit stuck- but the fog- it's- [Hoofs stomping, horses snorting-]

Ssh-ssh- it's worse, it's- this dinna make any sense ken, but it was like it was trying to grab me. I- it looks like fingerprints, marks where it's tried to-[Horses whining, stomping-]

Tried to grab hold. Um- anyway, I'm kind of feart to venture out of here again, but the horses aren't- right. I've never seen them this... angry, like they're possessed or that- I don't know.

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[Colquhoun]: Sing! Sing!

[Rob Duncan]: I dinna ken whit your on about, man!

[Colquhoun sings] Just a wee deoch an doris, just a wee drop, that's all. Just a wee deoch an doris afore ye gang awa- SING!

[Rob Duncan laughs nervously]

[Colquhoun sings] There's a wee wifey waitin' in a wee but an ben. If you can say, "It's a braw bricht moonlicht nicht". Then yer a'richt, ye ken. FUCKING SING! Just a-

[Rob Duncan, after a pause, sings] - wee doech an doris-

[Colquhoun] Just a wee drop that's all, just a-

[Rob Duncan] -doech an doris, afore ye gang away-

[Colquhoun] There's a-

[Rob Duncan] - eh wee wifey waiting? In a wee- eh-

[Colquhoun] but an ben! If you can say-

[Rob Duncan] It's a braw bricht moonlicht nicht-

[Colquhoun] Then you're all right, ye ken!

[They both start laughing and it cuts out]

I babysat Rachel Cuddy last night. Rachel - if you're listening, I thought you would like to hear me play the piano. If the dragon and young mouse from the other day are listening, maybe you'll like it too.
(she plays a lullaby)

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Hey you, I was wondering about a proper dinner at the weekend...just me and you, maybe at the weekend.

Uhura! How are you this morning?

Morning

So I was wondering about another riding lesson...I could bring a picnic again

[Mournful singing. Video for illustrative purposes of style/tone/melody, not Rob's actual voice, of course.]

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweeli alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Apparently I'm a God, now.

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It's that time again, lovelies. Time for a little morning music. This time I am accompanied by Mr. Robert Duncan who has graciously agreed to share his talent with all of you.

Please enjoy Ashokan Farewell.


He and Rob start playing