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1. Ryebuck
Shearers......Trad. |
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Leaving The Dales....... Bob Pegg |
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King's Shilling......Ian Sinclair |
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Rise Up Jock.......Bob Pegg |
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The Rare Ould Times.......Pete St. John |
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Cape Ann.......Gordon Bok |
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7. Walking
Song.......Kate and Anna McGarrigle |
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The New Railroad....... Trad. |
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Isle Au Haut.......Gordon Bok |
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Down Where The Drunkards Roll...... R. Thompson |
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The Gadie Rins.......Trad. |
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Ian Bruce..........Lead and Harmony Vocal, Guitar |
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Fraser Bruce..........Vocal, Guitar |
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Rob Mairs.........5 String Banjo, Guitar |
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Alan Mairs........Fiddle,
Mandolin |
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Ian Mairs........The scream in "The Gadie Rins" |
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Robert 'Stevie' Stevenson........Upright Bass |
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Donnie 'Large' MacDonald.........Tenor Banjo |
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Colin Forgrieve........Accordion |
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Margaret Steel.........Piano |
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"This L.P. was recorded at Craighall Studios, Edinburgh, late 1979
Recording was not new to Fraser; he had already recorded two solo L.P.s. for Nevis
Records.
"Shamrock and Heather" NEV R008 and
"Fareweel Tae Tarwathie" NEV L.P. 105.
But for me......WOW! It was like my dreams coming true. At last I would be rubbing record
sleeves with the likes of The Beatles, The Beach Boys, David Bowie and other artistes
whose names started with 'B'. (Spot the anorak who has his album collection in
alphabetical order.)
This point was put in song on one of my later albums.
That same song, "Up There With 'Em", mentions too, that I was as much into the
physical attributes of a spinning disc on the required turntable. I was to be
"immortalized", as my old school buddy said. ( Where you now, Norma Clifford?)
I was nearly 24. All those years of daydreams were to come to fruition.
Well, the big day arrived. Having had some amazing practices with our hired hands, we
ploughed on in. Stuart Jeffreys was on the desk and he really knew his job.
Therefore.....Eight hours later, we were driving home to catch a few beers before
retiring. ( We all lived in Rutherglen.) The whole album
was in the can. Were we gloating? The next week we returned, trembling, to mix down.
Stuart pressed the 'play' button. Two or three seconds can be so long. Our efforts, it
seemed, had not been in vain. The sound just boomed out of those oversized JBLs.
Our backing musicians; three of them, played together in a bluegrass group called 'Old
Hickory'. (now disbanded)
Another two played together as a duo. They did self-penned Gaelic Country music.( Donnie
Large and Colin Forgrieve)
Donnie is now in California somewhere. ( I recently met him, 1999, in Pennsylvania at a
festival. He was on great form; playing in a duo called Men of Worth. ) As for Colin, I've
unfortunately lost touch.
Our final accompanist, an old school friend called Margaret Steel (nee Bridges). A lovely
piano player and teacher. " An unlikely bunch," you might think, but we worked
so well together. We had done it! We had 'given birth' and hadn't thought of a name. Not
even a working title.
I had been very impressed with the out come and considered it a serious offering.
Therefore, my brother's somewhat frivolous suggestion of "Mrs. Bruce's Boys"
stuck in my throat. We did have rather a heated argument, outside the Mill Street chip
shop. However, he was, in fact, putting up the money for the project.
I was silenced.
Ian McCalman had agreed to take the cover photo. (He's good at that stuff, y'know!) So,
going along with the 'chosen' title, our mother was drafted in.
She was so excited. She bought herself new clothes, new glasses and paid more than her
normal for a hairdo. When she saw the result of the photo session, she was a little
miffed. On the cover her face was smaller than the average pinky nail. If you scroll back
up to the image on the top left of this screen, you might just make her out. She's the dot
between the two, apparently, floating guitars. She has a great sense of humour and,
fortunately, saw the funny side.
The concept;... Mother, who had always run after us with forgotten handkerchieves and
worries about clean underwear, is pointing out that we had forgotten our guitars. Funny or
what?
Anyway, I confess now, that "Mrs. Bruce's Boys" did us little harm. The radio
stations gave us loads of coverage. The folk D.J.s liked our music - and the album title.
We became synonymous.
Although, nowadays, we rarely play together, to this day, people still call us "Mrs.
Bruce's (wee) Boys" and I don't mind too much. " IAN BRUCE |