(cross-posted from https://filk.dreamwidth.org/53669.html)
ConCertino, Conterpoint, and Contata have joined forces to bring you a filk relaxacon at the Crowne Plaza Danbury, CT, on July 3-5.
Registration information will be available on the NEFilk website shortly. There will be singing, a con suite, discussions, and did we mention singing?
Guest of Honor: Gary @gorgeousgary Ehrlich!
Come join us and please spread the word!
Yes, NEFilk 2020 IS ALIVE!!
Save the date: July 3-5, 2020!
Join us at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Danbury, CT, for a filk relaxacon!
(relaxafilk? filaxacon? eh, we’ll figure it out)
For progress and status updates:
In the last few years, filk has lost two major recording engineers, Chris “Keris” Croughton and Harold M. Stein. Like many filkers, Harold was a great collector of tapes and CDs, but his collection went beyond that, into raw board feeds from filk concerts and the steadfast recording of housefilks and filk circles at conventions. Harold would tirelessly run around with his dozen Zoom recorders, capturing every detail, sometimes in quadruplicate. He also acquired the recording collections of many filk stalwarts, including Wail Songs founder Bob Laurent.
Harold also collected songbooks at a prodigious rate. Not just professionally produced songbooks from Wail Songs and Off Centaur, but also peoples’ personal collections, which he duly scanned in. And we still have all those files, many of them unprocessed, but we now have a way to continue his work.
To mark what would have been his 50th birthday, his friends have launched an archive that you can visit at http://filk.meravhoffman.com (full FAQ and contact form available) and a clip and song book identification service here: https://www.zooniverse.org/projects/wingkitty/filk-archive.
If you’ve attended lots of filk cons, or regional filk circles, please help us identify audio clips of voices and songs. If you haven’t, please help us out on identifying songbooks. All your work helps us extend Harold’s dream.
Director, Harold M. Stein Memorial Filk Archive
We are incredibly excited to announce that in anticipation of our upcoming concert this month, Scribe and I have put together a short EP of some of our music available on Bandcamp.
This website has been instrumental in helping us move from posting the occasional lyrics to songs to “Hey, maybe we could actually…” to becoming a full-fledged filk duo, so for people who’ve been with us for that journey, we’re excited to finally get to share the fruits of that with you.
(And even if you haven’t, we’d of course still be thrilled if you wanted to take a look at our songs!)
The offerings on this EP include:
- A lullaby for the Opportunity rover
- A song about fighting perfectionism through unicorn metaphors
- A song about missing long-distance friends as told through music metaphors
- And a song that’s definitely totally about our D&D party but also about found family in general
And we think the results are pretty nifty!
I AM SO HAPPY YOU GUYS
The 2019 Pegasus Awards ballot is live! Click through, listen to the music samples, and get ready to cast your votes!
SONG: THE BLACKTHORN BLOOMS
By Talis Kimberley-Fairbourn
I’ve no magic words here
No dice left the throw
But the seeds that I’ve planted
Are willing to grow
We’re all feeling hopeless –
But still the bread rises
And the blackthorn blooms.
Here’s fury and fear
Here’s stunned disbelief
That we could lose so much
Our own leaders turned thief
I get that you’re numb
I get that you’re tired
We had a ticket to the future
But the future’s expired
I’ve no magic words…
They’ve played us as pawns
They’ve played us for fools
They want us divided
And to make us cruel
So kindness is sacred
It’s a choice, it’s an art
It’s an act of resistance
From the breaking of heart:
Can you carry a song?
Can you carry a light?
We did not deserve this
And it isn’t alright
We’re all feeling hopeless
Amidst the lies
But the blackthorn is blooming
And the bread will rise
I’ve no magic words
No dice left to throw
But the seeds that I planted
Are going to grow
I know we feel hopeless –
But still the bread rises
Still the bread rises
Still the bread rises
And the blackthorn blooms.
Words & music by & © Talis Kimberley, 21st March 2019.
Talis Kimberley, one of the finest filkers and social justice bards I know.
A filk podcast? Who knew? Give a listen to The Many Worlds of Filk, hosted by the ever-awesome Eric Coleman.
And we’re running an Indiegogo campaign to help us do it! Go to the link for all the juicy details! I’ve hashtagged some subjects and fandoms that will appear on the album.
Please help us meet our goal before it ends on December 21.
Sharing our indiegogo campaign again…please check it out/share widely! There’s only one week left!
Oh, and here’s a sneak peek of 3 of the tracks! At the link, you’ll find rough mixes of “Do As Peggy Says,” our ode to Peggy Carter; “Fighting the Black Thing,” inspired by A Wrinkle In Time, and “Orphan Black,” a musical adaptation of the season 5 trailer
A video of Lars-Göran Johansson performing “Möte i rymden” (“Encounter in Space”) by Sam J. Lundwall at a 2012 club meeting of Club Cosmos, the oldest still extant science fiction club in Sweden (it was formed in 1954). “Möte i rymden” was one of three science fiction themed songs on Lundwall’s record “Visor i vår tid” (“Songs in Our Time”) which was released in 1966, which also contained several more songs that had fantasy themes or were fannish in outlook. It is possible that the song was written as early in 1963, when several of Lundwall’s songs were played at a Swedish con.
Note that the linked video is only available in WebM format. Here is a rough translation to English of the song:
Encounter in Space
We anchored in space by a faraway satellite
that lied in eternal orbit around its star.
In the mess hall I met a thirsty parasite;
||: a childhood friend that I now met again. :||
“Hi, dear Oskar Fikonström, mu old childhood friend!
You old sailor, are you still alive?
What has happened to you, you’re barely recognisable!”
||: “Yes, what has happened I will tell you right now. :||
I ran away from Earth real early as you know,
since I wanted to be on the ocean of space;
and with time I found a berth on an old space rocket,
||: the boss was a devil, but he was a fan! :|| 
We traveled to Vega with contraband and liquor,
I was still young and green and rather naïve.
I removed rust at the prow but got hardly any pay –
||: that time was the worst one in my life! :||
Work like a dog at any weather in the black holes of space,
and have the free watch in the terrible reactor light.
Space is filled with monsters that will kill humans,
||: and at all times a spaceman should be at hand! :||
Yes, I’ve seen most things that are here to see;
at Capella I met a beautiful blonde.
We were in her apartment when she exploded –
||: all of her was made up of nitroglycerine! :||
Black from soot and without clothes, all my body as a wound,
I sat astounded there with ashes in my lap
when a man with eight arms suddenly walked up to me:
||: the Earth’s consul with an unfathomable name! :||
I got new oxygen tubes and a decent ray gun
that was filled with death and the power of wild stars.
The consul’s fourth cousin got me a berth to a very far away sun,
||: but that trip wa the worst I ever had! :||
The ship where I got a place was of a strange type,
everything was wrong, and the air stank like a sewer.
Its captain was like an cephalopod with great green scales
||: and with evil-looking eyes at front and back! :||
Twenty light-years from Earth our engine broke down;
the animals in our cargo drank all our supplies.
We had to keep us alive using beer and aspirine;
||: one can hardly believe it’s true! :||
Yes, it was hard years in space, but I managed pretty well,
and though thirty I’m still at full vitality.
So thanks for all the drinks, but now I have to leave;
||: I have contraband in the rocket parked outside! :||
And then we parted in the mess hall with some simple words
and a handshake with my old childhood friend,
while thousands of millions white stars stood above
||: on the cold and black sky! :||
 The word “fan” can in Swedish both be used for fen and for the Devil.
There’s a noise coming out of the dog park
And I think it means me harm
There are lights up over the Arby’s
And I wish I’d never left the farm
There’s a glow shining out of the canyon
And I hope it’s gonna get better
From the noise coming out of the dog park
I take you to… the weather
“The Weather” by the PDX Broadsides, the first Night Vale filk I think I’ve ever encountered.
Another Night Vale filk is Bob Kanefsky’s Downtown Night Vale, written with his usual brilliance.
Reblogging with addition!