Lord Nomad by Nick Siepmann

My kitchen window looks out onto train tracks, and in the underbrush on the far side, there lives a fox at whom I have spent an excessive amount of time staring while the kettle boils. This, combined with an intensive amount of Googling about the lives of urban and rural foxes, and a graffitied phrase I saw from the train on the way to a gig, led to the writing of this song. I suppose in light of that, this single should dedicated to windows (both physical and virtual) and the things we see in them...

Serving as a trad companion piece is 'Blow the Wind Southerly', a song which I've loved for a very long time, but about which I can find pretty much no information apart from that it comes originally from Northumberland, and is catalogued as Roud #2619.

Folk music brings us the voices of our shared past, and calls us to add our own. The idea of oral tradition - learning, interpreting and sharing - is more vital and present now than it has ever been, and I’m here to play my part in it.

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