Music and stories are here, then they are gone, except in memory. Why do we make things that are so much like the mist, or the wind, or weather itself? We are writing on the walls of our caves, as we have always done, but on the caves made of the time we have, that give us fleeting shelter, in the company of others, for the moments of our lives.
Here are simple stories of adventures in and out of time, of music with echoes of celebrations and rituals from our communal past, played on unusual and ancient instruments; exotic small bagpipes and fiddles. Come huddle around the fire of our imaginations, and spend a few hours decorating time.
*the quote “ Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time”, is attributed to aclayhutchings.