[image text: Is it maybe worth a shoutout to Heather Dale? She’s starting to post captioned ASL videos of some of her songs to her YouTube, and I just… sort of want to call attention to it somehow.]
Oh cool! I haven’t checked out her YouTube channel recently, so thanks for bringing it up!
So here’s a giant shoutout to Heather Dale, for helping to make filk more inclusive and accessible, and for bringing attention to some wonderful Deaf artists. Here’s her YouTube playlist with all her ASL videos, and it will be updating with more videos weekly.
I believe that justice is the same thing as the law
So I conform my opinion to whatever I’ve been told
I’ll admit that I just shrug, no I don’t dwell on it at all
When I hear how some unfortunate hound got thrown in with the wolves
‘Cause deep down I know that the innocent always go free
That there’s someone who’s watching the watchers — it doesn’t have to be me
It’s easy to trust that things are going as they should
As long as it’s no one I know getting nailed onto the wood.
A very politically relevant song from Heather Dale. Lyrics available here.
‘Cause she was not the biggest fighter nor one to raise a fuss
But I remember being proud that she was one of us
And we might never stand together in the shield-wall side by side
But because of her I lift my sword with pride
So Heather Dale recently put out a children’s album, which is basically a “my first filk” compilation, and this song seems to be here to encourage little girls to join the SCA and beat the crap out of people.
For one had come from Germany, and one from here in Spain,
And one from near the Bosporus where Constantine had reigned.
From every land they sallied forth, then ventured home again,
And found a road worth walking,
They found this road worth walking,
For all agreed their roads were much the same.
“The Road to Santiago” by Heather Dale. I’ve been to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. Didn’t do the pilgrimage; I was in Spain with a youth orchestra and we were just being tourists. But it’s a very nice cathedral.
Anyway, good song. Very nice tune. Lyrics available here.
As we were out a-hunting, one morning in the spring.
Both hounds and horses, running well, made the hills and the valleys ring.
But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found.
Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground.