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Abagail Grey
Scotland
Popish folkish music
Interests: Songs and songwriting. Music and words.
Recent Activity
New Video for Starling Here's how it came to be: The sound of the word murmuration and the beauty of Starlings swooping together in collective formation... mixed with listening to this: Garth Lenz, The True Cost of Oil. I wrote the first version of the song and sang it to... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2015 at Abagail Grey
I sat with my Granny and moaned about this and that, constant housework, homework, school run (which takes a minimum of three hours each day) lack of funds, how much I missed having freedom, how it was hard to find the time to bring my creative notions to fruition, how... Continue reading
Posted Jan 5, 2015 at Abagail Grey
In The kitchen, 11.30pm and Alex wants a glass of milk, he says ‘what’s that on the wall Auntie Claire?’ and I say ‘it’s a dream catcher, Oscar made it.’ He thinks for a moment, then he says ‘I don’t think you could catch dreams with that’ then he thinks... Continue reading
Posted Nov 17, 2014 at Abagail Grey
Mr A First the sound, very important to play in time, then the footage, I balanced the camera on cushions and books, I played the song many times, I fiddled with lighting, and felt annoyed by door handles, light switches and radiators coming into shot. Limited space, limited time and... Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2014 at Abagail Grey
"I think I have over one thousand chickenpox. I like my chickenpox. Do you like my chickenpox? Which one’s your favourite? I like this one here at the top of my leg" he points to a big red blister, looks sore, "it’s the biggest…no actually this one here's my favourite"... Continue reading
Posted Nov 4, 2014 at Abagail Grey
We stood on a small hill and huddled together for a photo. The rain was starting to lash, coming in at a sharp angle, shafts of bright light beamed through the grey cloud and onto the screen of the mobile phone. ‘I can’t see the screen but I’ll take it... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2014 at Abagail Grey
Glorious Saturday I wrote this song for a beautiful friend of mine, she was famous and lonesome, and I wondered how my perfect friend, with her big heart and Bridget Bardotish good looks could end up being treated so poorly by so many men, as is so often the case.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2014 at Abagail Grey
She’d just returned from a conference in Finland, we spoke about the language barrier and I learned that Finnish is one of those languages that doesn’t relate to any other language, it stands alone and its origins cannot be traced. I said ‘hopefully it won’t die’ she said ‘I doubt... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2014 at Abagail Grey
I think of myself asleep and conjure a picture of my entire body floating peacefully under water. It’s a calm healing sea and most of the fish are friendly, as I float towards the surface I move towards awake. In my mind the space between semi-awake and fully awake happens... Continue reading
Posted Oct 29, 2014 at Abagail Grey
haphazard, blond at the tips, brown skin, ragged, a face that didn’t smile.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2013 at Abagail Grey
Some days he sits high up in a tree and thinks about space, Mars in particular. Continue reading
Posted May 23, 2013 at Abagail Grey
Making the most of everyday.... Continue reading
Posted May 15, 2013 at Abagail Grey
Seaweed scented salty wind, summer sun and wildness. Small limbs gather shells and tempt the shallows with laughter and running. Faces red and mottled, the sky ever changing, clouds roll and colours merge. The ocean a blue and volatile expanse, grey, green and foamy white, the wave’s lash the shoreline... Continue reading
Posted Feb 19, 2013 at Abagail Grey
I remember thinking ‘this is the best summer I’ve ever had’. The sun shone and people wanted to know me. We went to the Isle of Skye; I became an unreasonable nightmare to my parents. In August I met my first boyfriend...sometimes I slept in the living room in his... Continue reading
Posted Feb 11, 2013 at Abagail Grey
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A seal appears on the surface..... Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2013 at Abagail Grey
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Leafless skeletal branches probe the grey blue stony sky aside a ruin, maybe a church or a castle or a graveyard Continue reading
Posted Jan 25, 2013 at Abagail Grey
A story with a happy ending Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2013 at Abagail Grey
what are you doing with him? Don’t you value yourself? He’s horrible to you…why don’t you leave? Why did you get yourself into this situation in the first place??…you’re worth more…how could you be so stupid?’ … Continue reading
Posted Jan 23, 2013 at Abagail Grey
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I find myself sneaking around, stealing time, and closing doors for privacy. Just one more row….the phone is left to ring Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2013 at Abagail Grey
I felt like I’d cracked it, that through persistent and constant direction, self-discipline, morality and kindness, I had somehow managed to reach the realms of true emotional freedom, a place where trivial and burdensome everyday constraints had disappeared. As if guilt, doubt and discontentedness were locked in a box far from my conscience mind. It was transcendental. What had brought this incredible feeling to me? I pondered for a moment, then realised… Continue reading
Posted Jan 11, 2013 at Abagail Grey
“Ok mum, tell me” Continue reading
Posted Jan 10, 2013 at Abagail Grey
....fighting crime and making the city a safer place to bring up children. An unsung Highland hero… Continue reading
Posted Jan 9, 2013 at Abagail Grey
...as if I had breached some unspoken protocol, invaded territory, and when limbs accidently clashed underwater a sweet faced old lady with an innocent voice would say ‘Oh, sorry dear, I didn’t see you there’ ….yeah right!! Such skill…stubborn, cunning, manipulative…. Continue reading
Posted Jan 8, 2013 at Abagail Grey
Family, Date, Nerves, Knitting, Friends Continue reading
Posted Jan 7, 2013 at Abagail Grey
Frozen earth, the cold gets in, fingers and toes are quick to pain, and money is short, alone in the world, judging eyes, greedy hearts. The desolate individual, deserted by kindness, deceived by love, walks straight to the pub and buries dread in nicotine, booze and any other mind numbing... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2012 at Abagail Grey