Author: inertus

Gill writes:

One of the books that I’m enjoying at the moment is Robert Macfarlane’s Is A River Alive? It’s one of those books that provokes a great deal of thought and soul-searching; and it’s helped me recognise the poignant significance of rivers, and especially estuaries, throughout my life. I may have moved around England quite a bit, but there have been many river estuaries anchoring my story — the Ribble, the Mersey, the Wansbeck and the Humber.

Of course, estuaries are the most visible and obvious expressions of a river’s life, but even the smallest stream leaves its mark. The garden of my first home was virtually on the banks of North Devon’s River Bray; there were hours of Pooh Sticks on the River Eye in Leicestershire; and my days now are shaped by the teeny, tiny River Wriggle that can turn our village into an island when the rains come.

A river — whatever its size — shapes us whether we realise it or not. From the earliest settlements to the busiest cities, people have always gathered and built by rivers. They draw us close. They offer water to drink, land to grow, routes to travel, and stories to tell. They hold memory in their currents — the memory of life shared and sustained. Rivers give us life, and they remind us that life is something that moves, flows, and connects.

This song from Jimmy Nail, Big River, pulled at my heartstrings the first time I heard it. In fact, it brought a tear to my eye — maybe that’s being a quarter Geordie that’s seeping through, or maybe it’s because of the many times I’ve walked along and crossed the Tyne. It’s a river that has never forgotten the importance of its recent past.

The thing that particularly catches at my heart is that steady, soulful promise that the Tyne keeps rolling on. Even when the cranes fall quiet and the ships no longer sail, the river doesn’t stop. It carries memory. It carries loss. And it carries life, as it always has done.

And in my heart I know it will rise again
The river will rise again

Robert Macfarlane asks whether a river might be alive — not as metaphor, but as truth. Could a river have its own kind of spirit, its own pulse of knowing? Stand by one long enough, and I think you begin to believe it might. You notice that the water moves with purpose — shaping banks, feeding fields, quenching thirst, and soothing souls in more ways than one.

Scripture knows this truth too. Water is never just in the background — it’s creation’s breath. The Spirit brooded over the surface of the waters. It divides and blesses, washes and renews. From the chaos at the world’s beginning to the crystal river of Revelation, water is always alive with God’s presence.

Perhaps the question is not just whether a river is alive, but whether we are. Do we still feel the flow of something larger than ourselves — something that carries us beyond those dry places, something that gives and sustains life?

So here’s a thought for this week:
Go and stand by a river, or even a puddle after rain.
Listen. Watch. Let it remind you that all things move, all things change, all things live in relation to each other.

And still — the river keeps on flowing.

Jane writes:

This song contains one of my all time favourite lyrics. “The disappointment of success, hangs from your shoulders like a hand me down dress.” It’s right up there in my top 10 lines from songs with “They gave me a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm” and “This is the age of the understatement”

Oddly though that’s not why I chose it today.

It’s because of another line.

“Are you who you always hoped you would become, when you were young”

I’m really agitated at present by world events, the UK political landscape and people’s odd behaviour in otherwise ordinary circumstances.

Organisations missing the point of their own values. Hidden agendas and down right rudeness. I am often to be found muttering “How did we get here” or ” What have we become if we think this is reasonable.” 

It’s a kind of rhetorical lament. How have we become so out of kilter with God’s guidance and basic human decency? Jesus makes it clear that our task is to love God with every bit of us, and love others with the respect and care we’d expect ourselves. God has a top ten of his own when it comes to values that includes not lying, not taking what isn’t yours, being respectful and not killing, yet all of those things are up for grabs in 21st century life it seems.

I suppose it’s straight forward to ask you, as the lyricist does, to look into the mirror and ask yourself do you recognise the reality of who you are, and are you who you hoped you’d be? It’s tougher to hold up a mirror to institutions and organisations, churches and charities, governments and law makers but the question remains. Is this really who you want to be? Have you lost your way? Can you look in the mirror and see your own integrity stare back?  

I suspect it’s a sobering question for all of us, but as well as looking into it, we need to be the mirror for others, and be brave enough to ask…. is this really who we are… is it really who we hoped we’d become?

You can find out more about Del Amitri here https://www.delamitri.info/ 

They still play live (I saw them last year) but their lead singer is struggling with Parkinsons and his reflections on that can be found in his new memoir “The Tremelo Diaries”

Kristie writes:

This newly released song from Katherine Priddy has been firmly lodged in my head – you know how a tune sometimes makes its way in and then lingers? Fabulous folk with some strong drums. Not only do I love the tune but the lyrics feel really timely – I wonder how many witches I will see celebrated today? 

Dust the ashes from your eyes
Red of dawn in midnight skies
Oh you, let it fuel and consume
And burn into your mind
The smoke and lies

Fingers point when hands are tied
Sink or swim, the loaded die
And you, you who gave us these brooms
And dare to look surprised
You never stopped to think we’d learn to fly

Having just finished watching the powerful “Riot Women” that brilliantly exposes misogyny, I am enjoying reading how it is resonating with so many viewers. It feels to me like all of us are being encouraged to dust the ashes from our eyes to see not just the injustice but also notice the power – “we have matches too”.

I’ve been so many women
I’ve been worshipped and abhorred
They loved me for my voice until it conjured up false storms
I’ve been loose with my morals or I’ve turned the key too tight
I smiled through the daylight hours and plotted through the night
Remember you who tell the tale of how we climbed those pyres
They weren’t burning witches, it was women on those fires

I’m grateful that the theology I read now has moved beyond comparisons of women as either inherently pure or the cause of everything that is wrong with the world. And that last line, “They weren’t burning witches, it was women on those fires”, in particular reverberates.

We still do this today – apply a label and overlook the beautiful person, made in God’s image. We dehumanise when we say “asylum seekers” for example, lumping people together and losing sight of all of who each person is. In my denomination we’re encouraged at least to use the phrase ‘people seeking asylum’, rather than ‘asylum seekers’ but I feel we still have a way to go. I shall keep ‘plotting’ – together we can make it happen. 

Find out more about Katherine Priddy at https://www.katherinepriddy.co.uk/

Sally writes:

CMAT is an artist who has grafted hard to develop her following since her debut album release of If My Wife New I’d Be Dead (and yes the spelling mistake should be in there). Euro-Country, her Mercury-nominated third album, is a well-deserved nomination. For those who haven’t come across her, she is an Irish artist who blends indie, pop and country into a mixture which is delightfully quirky and refreshing.

She is a wonderful wordsmith whose album contains angst, loss and frustration as well as humour – sometimes all of these within the verse. Within this, she uses a range of imagery and metaphor as well as a mix of English and Irish language. An example of how all this works is early on in the title track where she says:

I went away to come back like a prodigal Christian

I lost a little weight, yeah, and gained it back when I lost him

I learned alot by being here

How I had to be on my own, yeah

And now I feel like Cu Chulainn, I feel like Kerry Katona.

Whilst the incredibly catchy ‘The Jamie Oliver Petrol Station’ may initially sound like a dig at the TV chef’s deli partnership with Shell, it is the singer’s exploration of her own prejudices and the impact of them. She reflects on the impact of her writing about her dislike of the posters promoting this by saying:

So ok, don’t be a bitch

The man’s got kids

And they wouldn’t like this

And therein lies the genius of this album; CMAT doesn’t just go for the easy thoughts or trite comment but really explores her soul and feelings. She identifies, in her songs, the reality of a mind which goes to those places which aren’t easy and comfortable and mixes these deep reflections with some cracking tunes.

And so it is not surprising that within ‘When a Good Man Cries,’ there is a line saying “All my jokes have turned to prayers”. It goes on to include the lyrics:

“Oh, I can feel what I hated in dreams, come on

Give me a hand if you can, Jesus, it’s time

To be real, spin wheels

Kyrie Elesion

Oh I can feel what I hated in dreams, help me

Not hate myself, help me love other people, oh, I’ll

Wear the beads, I’ll read

Kyrie Elesion

When we start to go to those difficult places and experience losses, that is often when we seek to reach out and encounter the divine, God, in some form.

The good news is that God is ready to meet us where we are, not on the basis of what we promise to do, but because the divine loves us unconditionally, and totally.

Find out more about CMAT at https://cmatbaby.com/

Sally mentioned more than one song on CMAT’s album so here they are below:

Tom writes:

When members of the Friday Fix team of regulars were approached to listen to and reflect on some of this year’s Mercury Prize nominees, I jumped straight on board. The Mercury is my kind of music prize, with a set of nominees that’s always musically ecumenical, and a range of winners that’s almost equally eclectic (though it’s notable that none of the classical artists nominated have ever won). Anyway, given that breadth of options, I chose to challenge myself. After a little research I picked albums by two artists I’d admittedly never heard of but whose biographies and influences intrigued me: PinkPantheress (Fancy That) and Pa Salieu (Afrikan Alien).

The plan and expectation was that one track might stand out, for good or ill, that I could reflect on. However, that’s not really how it worked out. Across both albums there was one factor that stood out more than any other: track length.

Now, before going further, I want to be clear that if either of these artists win, I won’t be upset. I can clearly hear the compositional skill across the two albums (PinkPantheress tends to use the term ‘mixtape’), and the musical and story telling gifts both artists have. PinkPantheress clearly offers an insight into the life and times of my daughter’s generation (they’re the same age), while Salieu’s merging of Gambian folk and British urban styles speaks directly to some of the most significant political conversations of our time. So what I am about to say is not a criticism of the artists, but more a comment on general themes of life that both albums flag up to me.

In the end I picked Salieu’s track, “Round & Round”, for one reason – across both albums, it’s the longest at just 3:19. Only one other of Salieu’s tracks comes in at over 3 minutes, while all of PinkPantheress’s sit at below 3 minutes long – the shortest being just 1:44 (excluding the intermission track).

Not long after starting to listen to both albums on regular repeat to try and start connecting with them, I ended up at a networking event where I got talking with someone who shares both my interest in music and my slight links with the music business. As part of our conversation, I mentioned how short these tracks are, especially when compared to tracks by those bands that spoke to us when we were growing up: our conversation included Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Queen and The Stone Roses amongst others. In turn, they mentioned that their musician child rarely listens to tracks in their entirety before skipping to the next.

This, it seems to me, speaks of an issue in wider society – what we might describe as the soundbite-ification of social discourse. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve worked in communications (some might suggest that, as someone who preaches, I still do), and I absolutely value the ability to make your point, or tell your story, in short yet clear offerings. I’ve recently offered sermons that acknowledge that if I’m going to give someone a first dip into the Bible I’ll likely start with the Gospel according to Mark because of his relatively short, pithy, even punchy structure. But just because short is good, doesn’t mean long-form communications don’t have benefits. I’ve read great short stories, but I also love wandering around my new home city of Norwich having read the huge tome that is the late CJ Sansom’s Tombland, and my childhood would not have been the same without the joy of reading JRR Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings! Likewise, the album Queen II includes the track “Nevermore” at 1:18 followed immediately by “The March of the Black Queen”, which is more than 6½ minutes long.

In the The West Wing episode, “Game On”, part of the plot revolves around the question of “ten word answers” – the summation of a political position in ten words. At one point, a senior diplomat comments that such things are anathema to diplomacy, a discipline that “requires all the words it can get”, while later, in a barnstorming debate performance, President Bartlett skewers his opponent as he acknowledges that his opponent has come up with ten-word answer he should have and then asks what the next ten words would be – both inferring that his opponent doesn’t have another ten words, and waxing lyrical on the fact that a complicated world requires answers longer than ten words.

Music, of course, isn’t necessarily political discourse. While I definitely believe music makes the world a better place, I don’t think it will solve all of the world’s many problems. But the fact that two albums up for a significant music prize can barely scrape together two tracks between them longer than 3 minutes does concern me. Not because of the quality of the music per se (they’re perfectly acceptable albums and there’s a skill in producing ten-word answers and ten-word stories) but because it highlights a growing inability to handle complex discourse in a complex world just at a time when the ability to do so is vital.

If the future of music is tracks no longer than a TikTok video, I think that’s a sad state of affairs. More seriously, if the future of politics is discourse no longer than a soundbite, I think that may well be the end of the world. In an Iona liturgy, we are called to remember that Jesus came because words were not enough. They aren’t. But we still need words, and right now we need as many of them as we can get our hands on!

Find out more about the artists at:

https://www.pasalieu.com/

https://www.pantheress.pink/

Fidge writes:

One of the things I love most about the Mercery prize is the range and breath of musical genre and one of the founding principles of the prize is that all music is treated equally regardless of genre. But sadly, folk music hasn’t had many nominations, so I was delighted when Martin Carthy’s album Transform Me Then Into A Fish, his first solo album for 20 years made it into the nomination list this year. I find it irritating and quite odd that our traditional folk music never seems to make it into the line-up of those big concerts to celebrate national events. It would be fabulous to see The Unthanks or Kate Rusby in a line up with Queen, Coldplay and the rest…

Martin Carthy released this album on his 84 th birthday making him the oldest person to ever be nominated for the Mercury prize and incidentally the first to have his wife, Norma Waterson, and his daughter, Eliza Carthy, both previously nominated. Transform Me Then Into A Fish is a remake of his debut album in 1965 with some new songs interspersed in-between old favourites.

The two that stood out for me were Scarborough Fair and A-beggin’ I Will Go. Scarborough Fair is a well-known song made more famous by Simon and Garfunkel (it was Carthy who actually taught Paul Simon the song) but this rendition has a sitar playing in it, giving the traditional English folk song a kind of Indian vibe. This really spoke to me of a multicultural musicianship – of how a traditional English folk song is re-mastered for a multicultural 21 st century Britain. It kind of works.

I’ve often wondered what songs we sing now that might be sung as the traditional folk songs of the future. A-beggin’ I Will Go originates from the 1600’s but Carthy has re-written the lyrics to fit the present day.

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
And a-beggin’ I will go
And a-beggin’ I will go

I was on my bike round Carlisle I went everywhere south to Crewe
I slept on every paving-stone from there to Waterloo

I got breakfast off the Embankment and that was my lunch and tea
And only the finest cardboard made a home that was fit for me

We sat on the stair at Leicester Square from seven o’clock till ten
Then round the back of the Connaught Towers to dinner from out of a bin

There were three young fellows jumped out of the rubbish, they’d clipboards all a-flutter
They said poverty has its pluses, you know, and you could present it better

For we’ve got funds and we’ve plans, and we’ve got time in hand
So we’re launching a drive for the market place to take begging to all the land

For we’re Poverty PLC we are, we’d have you all to know
And everyone says that our share of the market will grow and grow

Then they dressed us in all of their merchandise—’d a logo all over my hat
It said Poverty rising above the time—but the others all thought it said Prat

Now I can rest when I am tired I heed no master’s bell
A man’d be daft to be a king now beggars can live so well

For I’m a great Victorian value I’m enterprise poverty
Completely invisible to the state and there for all to see

Of all the trades in England the beggin’ is the best
For when a beggar’s tired he can lay him down and rest

The reappearance of beggars on our streets or outside our supermarkets should, as a matter of course, warrant some response from us and I think Carthy has captured this well.

Martin Carthy is classed as ‘royalty’ of the folk world. This may well be his last recording. He’s a talented guitarist and still sings every note perfectly in tune. The music may not be everyone’s cup of tea or easy listening, but it definitely deserves to be on the nomination list, as there can’t be very many musicians who are still releasing music six decades after their debut.

Find out more about this album (and Martin) at https://transformmethenintoafish.com/

Mandy writes:

Even as I write this first sentence, I have to confess a bias – Mercury Prize or no Mercury Prize, ‘More’ by Pulp is already my album of the year.

Tracks such as ‘Spike Island’ and ‘Tina’ have been recurring earworms over the summer as the band have made their return – still eccentric, still acerbic, still holding up an ironic, insightful and sometimes wistful mirror to the world.

Last time round, in the 90s Britpop era, Pulp soared with epic public singalong anthems such as ‘Common People’ and ‘Disco 2000’ before developing interesting but less commercially successful material.

Returning now, older and perhaps wiser, More is a wry reflection on middle age, changed perspectives, lost loves and the realisation that there is still potential for joy and surprise. Life can be just as much about having a conversation with Jesus as it is about jumping around in a field or shopping for groceries.

Because there it is on ‘Slow Jam’. Jarvis and Jesus, Jesus and Jarvis, the Son of God and the man who wiggled his bum at Michael Jackson at the Brit Awards, having a tete-a-tete.

The context appears to be a reflection on a failing relationship – “slow death, that’s what our love has turned into”….

Pondering difficulties, an imaginary conversation with Jesus unfolds:

“Jesus said, “I feel your pain
God knows I share it too
Slow death
Now you know just what I, what I went through”

It’s a mini exploration of crucifixion and the idea of free will – you can’t make someone love you – and in this version, Jesus is remarkably resigned: 

“So how about we talk about something new?
Because there’s not a great deal that I can do”

It’s a song of yearning, a prayer of sorts, a plea that a slow death should instead be a slow jam – a more romantic, meaningful vibe than what is obviously playing out.

And then a twist:

Here comes the Holy Trinity
Behold the crown of all creation
Come on, let’s have a threesome, baby
You, me, and my imagination

As much as this could be read and understood in different ways – physically, emotionally, spiritually – I find this take intriguing.

What is going on in Jarvis’ head here, and is he onto something? How are creativity and imagination expressed in our relationships with each other and in the world? How are human relationships life-giving and sustaining, and what do we do when they’re not? How do sex, love and spirituality hold together?

The NME called this whole album ‘wonky pop’ and it’s a definition that fits. But maybe sometimes it is in the sideways glance, the wonky aside, that we see glimpses of something different, unexpected insights that makes us realise something more is at work. 

And not just more, but More.

Find out about Pulp and their tour at https://welovepulp.info/

Gill writes:

I’ve talked before of my incredible fondness for Liverpool and its music. Another city on a river that holds as much attachment for me is Newcastle Upon Tyne (well, Tyneside to be honest – and further into the wilds of Northumberland). Perhaps it’s because my Grandad was Gateshead born and bred so I feel the place in my bones; perhaps it’s because we spent nine years living in South East Northumberland and birthed a child who has adopted a strong Geordie identity which includes following the Toon and worshipping Sam Fender.

Which brings me nicely to the Mercury Prize-nominated album from aforementioned Sam. I’m talking about ‘People Watching’ – an album that I found to be rich in social commentary, grittiness and gravitas. I could have chosen any of the songs to reflect on, but the one I felt drawn to this week is Crumbling Empire – a song with echoes of Bruce Springsteen’s music. If I was to sum it up, I would say it is both raw and prophetic.

It captures that sense that so many people carry right now—that the world feels shaky, that the structures and systems we trusted are collapsing around us. He sings of greed, decay, and injustice, holding a mirror up to a society that seems to have lost its way. It’s a gritty social commentary, but it’s also deeply human: the sound of someone naming the brokenness out loud (which is why it reminded me of Bruce)

The song not only makes me ponder, it also feels so familiar. It reminds me of the prophets who railed against corrupt kings and unjust systems and the psalmists who wept over ruins and cried out to God when hope seemed thin. Crumbling Empire feels like it belongs in that tradition—a secular song which is a lament for a world in decline. It wouldn’t look out of place as Psalm 151 in the NRSVA edition of the bible.

Yet I can’t help feeling that in amongst the bleakness, there is something more: a yearning and some hope. Fender’s music often carries that ache for connection, redemption, for something rising from the ashes. l guess that Christians would see it as a hunger for God’s kingdom—the promise of justice, mercy, and peace that cannot be destroyed.

So maybe the invitation is this: don’t be afraid to name what’s crumbling. Let yourself lament the brokenness of our world. But also dare to look beyond the ruins, to imagine the new thing that God is building. Because while empires fall, love endures.

Find out more about Sam Fender at https://www.samfender.com/

Jane writes:

I knew absolutely nothing about Emma-Jean when I started listening to her Mercury music prize nominated album.  So as soon as I knew she was mine, I was listening to “Weirdo” while I was chopping the veg for my tea, doing chores and walking along on my evening constitutional.  

I have to say though that it wasn’t until this track that I really warmed to it.  The other tracks are atmospheric and interesting with a sort of jazzy groove but others downright weird(o). They are growers but ‘Thank You….’ hit an instant spot.  I have to say I walked faster while listening to it, and also the words dug deep into me and enabled a bit of reflection on all that had gone before I set foot outside the door.

The whole album is borne out of being in a state of profound grief and is about how she found her way back in to the world as far as she could. Thank You is the last track. She says in an interview with “The Line of Best Fit” (an online music website)    “When I was writing [“Thank You for the Day”] it was because I wanted to get back to that place,” Thackray says. “I wasn’t in that place, but I wanted to get back to it. And I was like, ‘Well, I need to put that at the end, then, because I need to give people a sense of hopefulness at the end of this journey.’ It could be quite heavy for some people, especially if you’ve been through heavy grief yourself.”

Thackray likens the track and its placement on the album to a club night finale. “It’s an end-of-the-night dancefloor-filler, where you leave people wanting to go home to bed and wake up refreshed,” she says. “You need to do that with a DJ set. You need to take people on a journey and then, at the end, leave them with some joy and some hope.”

I love the sentiments of this track and her list of things to be thankful for is a rich one

• The day

• Open skies

• Sunset

• Love never ending

• Breeze moving through the trees

• Birds and bees

• Ice & snow kissing your face

• Walking through rain

• …… and more

I wonder how often, even the fittest and finest of us, pay attention to saying thank you.

Showing gratitude for anything let alone the day and the obvious things we are blessed with.   We know the psalmists encourage us to praise God in everything and that definitely isn’t always easy but let’s make it a mission to say Thank You today and maybe even immerse yourself in this tune as you do it. It is very very dancy!

 

You can find out more about Emma-Jean Thackray here:  https://www.emmajeanthackray.com/

And ‘The Line of Best Fit’ here: https://www.thelineofbestfit.com/