Follow the link to hear a few of the tracks that will feature in the live performance and the recorded soundtrack.
Song of a rock-dove,
The Scattered Lad,
In the seams of sleep (for Elizabeth).
Composed by Rebecca Joy Sharp. Performed by Anna Boggon (flute), Mikey Kenney (violin), Rebecca Joy Sharp (lever harp) and Matthew Wood (accordion and mandolin).
Recorded by Rob Whiteley at Whitewood Recording Studios, Liverpool.
http://www.rebeccajoysharp.com/#/sounds/4534630673
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Tickets on sale now
Tickets for The Ballad are now on sale!
Available from:
News from Nowhere bookshop
96 Bold Street
Liverpool
L1 4HY
Tel. 0151 708 7270
£7 full price, £5 concession.
Performances:
Tuesday 11th - Saturday 15th May 2010, at 7.30pm.
A signed and wheelchair accessible matinee performance on Saturday 15th May, at 2.30pm.
An Exclusive (and Fancy) Tearoom will be open for half an hour before and after each show. A book of the text and CD of the score will be available to buy after each performance.
Available from:
News from Nowhere bookshop
96 Bold Street
Liverpool
L1 4HY
Tel. 0151 708 7270
£7 full price, £5 concession.
Performances:
Tuesday 11th - Saturday 15th May 2010, at 7.30pm.
A signed and wheelchair accessible matinee performance on Saturday 15th May, at 2.30pm.
An Exclusive (and Fancy) Tearoom will be open for half an hour before and after each show. A book of the text and CD of the score will be available to buy after each performance.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Funders
The Ballad is generously supported by the Arts Council England Lottery Fund and METAL Culture.
Friday, 5 February 2010
Links
Rebecca Sharp:
Elizabeth Willow:
Can be reached by telepathy, letters left in certain places, the right kind of pigeon...
Metal:
Synopsis
The Ballad of Juniper Davy and Sonny Lumiere is a magical tale of invention and industry, hide and seek, love, mischief and dark imaginings.
The Ballad... is a series of poems written by Rebecca Sharp.
On 11th - 15th May 2010, it will be presented as a site-specific promenade performance at Metal at Edge Hill Station in Liverpool UK. It will also feature a musical score by Rebecca Sharp and the whole performance will be brought to life in the visual creations and curiosities by the fine artist Elizabeth Willow.
...
Juniper and Sonny arrive separately to the Station when it opens in 1836. Attracted to the tunnels, shadows and dust, here they may conceal their strangeness, get lost in the noise.
Juniper longs to be a pigeon, her hands made claw-like in an accident. She seldom speaks, but carries a collection of silver whistles instead - her true 'voice' is that of the poetry.
Sonny is fascinated by illusions and makes experimental inventions using found objects.
They fall in love and work together, gathering materials and creating contraptions, unseen except for the tricks and gifts they place around the Station. They become rumour, urban myth, a dash in the corner of your eye, their names on the tip of your tongue.
They survive, 'in the steam of machines / in the seams of sleep'.
I found him fraught
with claws
and diabolic portions.
Found him feathered -
seen-to by a toothed machine.
My rattling love,
riven
as pigeon wing.
I did not know his name.
All text (c) Rebecca Sharp 2010
The Ballad... is a series of poems written by Rebecca Sharp.
On 11th - 15th May 2010, it will be presented as a site-specific promenade performance at Metal at Edge Hill Station in Liverpool UK. It will also feature a musical score by Rebecca Sharp and the whole performance will be brought to life in the visual creations and curiosities by the fine artist Elizabeth Willow.
...
Juniper and Sonny arrive separately to the Station when it opens in 1836. Attracted to the tunnels, shadows and dust, here they may conceal their strangeness, get lost in the noise.
Juniper longs to be a pigeon, her hands made claw-like in an accident. She seldom speaks, but carries a collection of silver whistles instead - her true 'voice' is that of the poetry.
Sonny is fascinated by illusions and makes experimental inventions using found objects.
They fall in love and work together, gathering materials and creating contraptions, unseen except for the tricks and gifts they place around the Station. They become rumour, urban myth, a dash in the corner of your eye, their names on the tip of your tongue.
They survive, 'in the steam of machines / in the seams of sleep'.
I found him fraught
with claws
and diabolic portions.
Found him feathered -
seen-to by a toothed machine.
My rattling love,
riven
as pigeon wing.
I did not know his name.
All text (c) Rebecca Sharp 2010
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