{"id":11596,"date":"2021-06-03T11:45:36","date_gmt":"2021-06-03T10:45:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=11596"},"modified":"2021-06-03T11:45:36","modified_gmt":"2021-06-03T10:45:36","slug":"musician-of-the-month-ciara-sidine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2021\/06\/03\/musician-of-the-month-ciara-sidine\/","title":{"rendered":"Musician of the Month: Ciara Sidine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong><em>In Blood, Sex and Death, I Found Her<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Janet is pregnant and alone. Her boyfriend is god knows where and her dad is having none of it and wants to marry her off to a man of his choosing. She\u2019s having none of that, and wants an abortion. And she\u2019s damned if any man will tell her what to do. It is any time between the eleventh and the sixteenth century, in Scotland.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.mentalfloss.com\/article\/78308\/story-behind-frankie-and-johnny\">Frankie Baker<\/a><\/span> loved her boyfriend Allen Britt but she shot him anyway. Her gun was a .38 pistol, and when the time came, her aim was true. By the time Allen died, slowly and painfully in hospital days later, from a single shot wound to his stomach, a ballad about the event was already selling on street corners. It told a story in notes that swung, capturing the imagination of generations. It just wasn\u2019t her story.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_11600\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-11600\" style=\"width: 602px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-11600 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/Pistol.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"602\" height=\"377\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-11600\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A .38 pistol. In \u2018murder\u2019 ballad \u2018Frankie and Johnny\u2019, the real-life perpetrator of the shooting, Frankie Baker, was unhappy with how she was represented. Among other things was the gun detail. \u2018It wasn\u2019t a .44,\u2019 she said, \u2018it was just a little old Harrington &amp; Richardson .38. And it couldn\u2019t have gone roota-toot-toot, \u2019cause I only shot once.\u2019 My new song \u2018Don\u2019t Do Me Wrong\u2019 sets the record straight on the events of that fateful night in 1899.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>The old woman who lived in the woods killed a baby. We don\u2019t know why she was left holding it, just that she was. Her chorus is a keening wail, a weile-weile-waile that rises from the depths of the well. It is so transcendent, so collective, that others can carry out its ancient, visceral work. Locate the cry in Famine times and its echoes might offer a clue to the circumstances that gave to it.<\/p>\n<p>Lily goes to war to be with her lover, which means pretending she\u2019s a man. Into the bargain she saves his life. She gets to be a soldier and a heroine of the battlefield. You have to hand it to her. But I\u2019m not completely convinced she set out on her heroine journey just to be with her guy. Perhaps she believed in the cause. Perhaps she was just deathly bored with her lot and craved some action.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Polly Amorous <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Polly was savagely murdered while pregnant, by her boyfriend, who threw her body in a hole in the ground he\u2019d chillingly spent the night before digging. She had it coming, he saw how other men looked at her \u2013 how would he ever truly possess such a woman? He goes off to sail the seas, but her ghost is furious and manifests on his ship, in her arms a revenant child. And he will not resist her beauty now, of this she makes sure, as she lures him to his death among the waves using the temptress charms of his projection.<\/p>\n<p>These were some of the voices that called out to me, as I set about exploring women\u2019s experience in the folk music canon two years ago, voices that were captured at a moment in time, that shape-shifted according to its passage, and that carry with them its cultural and social context. As a singer-songwriter interested in and inspired by women\u2019s perspectives, explored in such songs as \u2018Finest Flower\u2019 and \u2018Trouble Come Find Me\u2019, I hungered to know them, to explore their possibilities, their hidden aspects, their hearts. Were there new expressions asking to emerge?<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_11601\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-11601\" style=\"width: 1200px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-11601 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/CiaraTuam.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"800\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-11601\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ciara at the Unbroken Line album launch at the Sugar Club, Dublin, with members of <a href=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/society-culture\/society\/mother-and-baby-home-whitewash-compounds-victims-torture\/\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Tuam Home Survivors<\/span><\/a> Network Peter Mulryan, left, and Michael Flaherty, right. Ciara\u2019s song \u2018Finest Flower\u2019 was inspired by the testimony of home mothers. Image \u00a9 Lucy Foster.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<blockquote class=\"twitter-tweet\" data-width=\"500\" data-dnt=\"true\">\n<p lang=\"en\" dir=\"ltr\">@RositaSweetman provides new testimonies from survivors of Mother and Baby Homes, and calls for a criminal prosecution of the Catholic Church and full redress.<a href=\"https:\/\/t.co\/Tas0iA0BPV\">https:\/\/t.co\/Tas0iA0BPV<\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/hashtag\/MotherAndBabyHomes?src=hash&amp;ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">#MotherAndBabyHomes<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/hashtag\/motherandbabyhomesreport?src=hash&amp;ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">#motherandbabyhomesreport<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/broadsheet_ie?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@broadsheet_ie<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/amandaknox?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@amandaknox<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/AliceHarrisonBL?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@AliceHarrisonBL<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&mdash; CassandraVoices (@VoicesCassandra) <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/VoicesCassandra\/status\/1352556022808899588?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">January 22, 2021<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><script async src=\"https:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>Spotify link to \u2018<span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/track\/4Jco8LrUorAnwtzFMPXXrD?si=TSDLq4u1TYqpZWRa5XYFzg&amp;utm_source=copy-link\">Finest Flower<\/a><\/span>\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Live recording of \u2018Trouble Come Find Me\u2019, inspired by the life of pioneering midwife Philomena Canning, with whom Ciara campaigned for justice for five years, until Philomena\u2019s death in 2019:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ciara Sidine - Trouble Come Find Me (live rehearsal)\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Hlf4EBhLhoY?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><em style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u2018Frankie and Johnny\u2019<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It began with \u2018Frankie and Johnny\u2019. First written in 1899 in St Louis, Missouri, it was my grandmother\u2019s party piece, the unlikely star of a repertoire that was more readily identified by rousing rebel songs of bold Fenian men, and mournful ballads to Cathleen Ni Houlihan, penned by her beloved uncle, songwriter Peadar Kearney.<\/p>\n<p>But Frankie and Johnny, telling the story of a cheating man and his jealous girlfriend, was the favourite of us kids, with its bold declaration that \u2018there ain\u2019t no good in men\u2019, inevitably delivered with finger-pointing gusto by my grandmother Kay Considine. When I later discovered that the ballad was based on real-life events, I wanted to know more.<\/p>\n<p>Through available writings, along with newspaper reports and court documents of the time, I pieced together an alternative tale, which shifted it from a crime of passion into an act of survival, for a young black woman, a sex worker, who was the breadwinner in the relationship and asked in exchange for respect.<\/p>\n<p>The song, created in the direct aftermath of this pivotal event in her life and which dogged her until its end, failed to reflect an important fact, one which led to her acquittal on Friday 13<sup>th<\/sup> of October, 1899. (According to Frankie\u2019s testimony, being granted her freedom on this most damned of dates had the welcome bonus of vanquishing her superstitious \u2018omens black\u2019.)<\/p>\n<p>As for what happened: Allen had entered Frankie\u2019s bedroom in the small hours of the morning drunk, angry and wielding a knife. She shot in self-defence.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_11602\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-11602\" style=\"width: 816px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-11602 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/Frankie-Baker.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"816\" height=\"838\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-11602\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Frankie Baker.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>This seemingly small detail blew me away. As I stared at my computer screen into the arresting, disquieting gaze of this queenly young woman \u2013 finely dressed, notably composed \u2013 I felt deep love for her memory.<\/p>\n<p>Later in life \u2013 ground down by events, unable to shake off the story that had been landed upon her, no matter where she went, and powerless over its representation of her (she even tried to sue two movie studios, to no avail) \u2013 she would live out her last days in penury, in an asylum.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Don\u2019t Do Me Wrong\u2019 is an homage to Frankie Baker and gives life to her perspective of the fateful night in 1899 when her young lover met with an early grave.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Menstruation<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As I explored the folk music archives deeper \u2013 an uninvited, self-styled confidante of Her \u2013 I felt alive and open to nuance, to the spaces between the lines, to that which could not be spoken, and my love for the embattled heroine expanded.<\/p>\n<p>Her blood is lavishly spilled in folk balladry, but there is no mention of menstruation. Her body is readily filled with extra-marital pregnancies that locate her as an outcast, and yet there is no mention of male responsibility.<\/p>\n<p>She is raped and left bereft, and there is no justice. She commits infanticide in extreme desperation, and is cast as a crazed crone. All of women\u2019s struggles through time \u2013 the desperate lot of wounded or deprived agency \u2013 find expression in our song heritage, and at times I wondered at how deep our keening goes, and if it is indeed as bottomless as a well. Yet her endurance, inner strength and tenacity reminds us that just as a wrecking ball can turn a world to rubble, something new can always be created from the ruins.<\/p>\n<p>The songs of Blood Sex Death platform heroines whose brave, often embattled, lives are offered new expression in unexpected ways, where Gothic tragedy, twisted tenderness and fierceness abound.<\/p>\n<p>A grant from the Department of Tourism, Culture, Arts, Gaeltacht, Sports and Media as administered via the Music Industry Stimulus Package 2020 enabled me to begin recording this six-song EP of original material inspired by her voice, and once I secure funding to complete them, I look forward to releasing and performing the new material.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Musical Origins<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As to how I came to music, perhaps motherhood was the metaphorical wrecking ball out of whose rubble I located my creative desire, and pursued it. In the new world order of an upended life, as two babies slept I fought maternal panic and exhaustion with poor guitar skills, an ear for melody and the strangely solid sensation that came from writing lyrics. Late-night bouts of songwriting alone in the kitchen were, my husband sensed, something urgent and tension-laced, not to be disturbed, even if it meant distance and loneliness for us both.<\/p>\n<p>And he was right. It was only through an imagined creative life being ripped from me as easily as a wet Band-Aid that I knew I\u2019d been sleepwalking. A living heroine, Joni Mitchell, spoke of her grandmother&#8217;s descent into madness, and I sensed thwarted creativity in its mix.<\/p>\n<p>Fear can be a great motivator, and the chaos of early motherhood an effective stoker of its flames, especially when you\u2019ve long had a nose for the smoky scent of female madness-terror. It was time to wake up from the dream. There is never a good time to start, so I might as well start now.<\/p>\n<p>Over a decade and two albums on, both independently produced, I can\u2019t say it has been an easy road, but it has been a fascinating and rich one that has led me to places I could not have dreamed of in that kitchen space, late at night, afraid for what I would become if I hadn\u2019t found a means of artistic expression. I\u2019ve gotten to steer a course in music through a career in book publishing, motherhood, and activism, and keep on keeping on, through highs and lows.<\/p>\n<p>My latest project \u2018Blood Sex Death\u2019 feels like a coming of age. As I move steadily towards my half-century birthday, some might say it\u2019s about time. For a late developer like me, dabbling in songs hundreds of years in the making, perhaps it is right on course.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Feature Image: Fran Veale<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ciarasidine.com\"><em><strong>www.ciarasidine.com<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/ciarasidine\"><em><strong>www.facebook.com\/ciarasidine<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In Blood, Sex and Death, I Found Her Janet is pregnant and alone. Her boyfriend is god knows where and her dad is having none of it and wants to marry her off to a man of his choosing. She\u2019s having none of that, and wants an abortion. 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