I was going to tell you about this summer’s journey to the far north-west of these islands, when Rima and I took the Ivashko Medvedko show on the road. I was going to make you marvel at tales of our adventures and cause you to gasp with reverence at the beauty of Scotland. I was going to perhaps even dazzle you with the grace of my prose descriptions of our travels and this land. Really, I was.
Luckily, Rima has done it all over at The Hermitage, in what we suspect to be the longest blog entry she’s ever posted (and Rima is not known for the brevity of her offerings…) It’s a beauty. If you’re interested in what we’ve been up to (and that’s just the half of it, take it from me – there’s plenty more to come!) do go over there and have a look.
But, I promised you sound. I let slip that there was a recording of the Elshieshields recording of Ivashko Medvedko and I would never, ever tantalise you with such information without delivering on such promises of joy! So, here, with all its errors of omission and sins of commission, I present for your delectation and delight, Rima and myself performing the peerless Russian folktale in the barns at Elshieshields. I suggest you make a cup of tea or take a cup of kvass and settle back for the show – it’s over an hour long.
And before you all clammer at once, yes, kvass is a kind of weak beer made from rye bread. I know. Forgive me – I was temporarily overtaken by forgetting in the excitement of the telling…
Full credits and thank yous are on the hedgespoken soundcloud page.
In a timely coincidence, Warren Draper has just posted some of his memories of Ivashko Medvedko from when we told it at Uncivilisation last year, over at the For The Telling blog – I heartily recommend you go and take a look. If you can get to the Doncaster Telling, do. It’s going to be the start (or more correctly, the continuing) of something very beautiful indeed…
But now, put the kettle on and take a journey with Ivashko Medvedko in the old, old forests. We’ll see you there.