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Aidan McEoin

Rustic

£10 - includes download!

Aidan’s first album ’Rustic’ was recorded at Phat Controller Productions, 2004.

This cd was created and finished in something like 15 days, testimony to the attitude of the people involved. That attitude was one of maximum creativity, i.e. start with a blank canvas and make something out of it.

Instead of trying to bolt some poetry onto some music we decided to do it all at the same time. This meant creating a unique environment where the poetry and the music were created simultaneously.

A beautiful experiment in the marriage of poetry and music, enjoy the challenge of the lyrics with the constant urgency of perfectly suited music.

1. Again
2. Fusion
3. Rustic
4. Move
5. Frantic Pace
6. Cycles
7. Hangover Haze
8. Trapped Again
9. The Mist
10. Forgotten
11. Memory Of A Love
 

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A bit of info on Aidan:- Further Info

Aidan McEoin

Aidan McEoin, originally from Co. Clare southwest Ireland, moved to Scotland some 16 years ago. He was instrumental in setting up performance poetry platforms both in Edinburgh and Glasgow before moving to the Isle of Eigg in the Scottish Highlands.

Aidan published his first volume of poetry `In The Boat I Don't Yet Have` in 2002. His first collaboration with musicians was with acclaimed button box player Leo McCann from Armagh and DJ Dolphin Boy from Edinburgh, performing at Celtic Connections Festival in Glasgow and at the Bongo Club at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

His latest album, Rustic, combines his contemporary style of Scottish poetry with music composed by Iain Copeland (Peatbog Faeries) and Seamus MacLennan and with guest performances from a whole gaggle of Scottish-based musicians including Nigel Hitchcock and Peter Morrison of the Peatbogs.

Aidan is currently working on his second volume of poetry and has been commissioned to write his first theatre play for the national touring theatre company `Quondom` based in Penrith, Cumbria.

John Mitchinson writes: 'On holiday this year on the tiny Hebridean island of Eigg, I met a poet. He gave me a CD he had recently recorded on the Isle of Skye, of him reciting his work to music. This happens a lot to publishers (even ex- publishers). But what almost never happens is you put on a CD and discover something so fresh and contemporary and hip and catchy that you have to ring the poet back. Well, I did. It's as far away from the farpy-parpy cod-Celtic style as you can imagine.'