Liner Notes for "Best of British: A Tribute Concert in Memory of Patrick Flynn

I was recently invited to write a short remembrance of Patrick Flynn, late conductor of the Saginaw Bay Symphony Orchestra, for the liner notes of the CD of their recent concert including music by Coates, Vaughn Williams, Walton, Holst and Elgar.

The music sounds great: mid-Michigan is so lucky to have such great musicians! Unfortunately, the disc is not commercially available, so I thought I’d reprint my notes here:

A nearly full moon rises from the mountain pass at Pine Creek. A vibrant, rainbow-hued corona surrounds it due to the haze of distant wildfires. From my CD player comes a heartbreaking Adagio of Mozart’s performed by the SBSO in March, 2008. In my mind, I see Patrick drawing out the music – craftfully pulling golden threads from each musician and weaving them into this tapestry of light. It looks like the moon that fills my window in a cabin 1,700 miles from the Temple Theatre and that stage, and that podium. But music created and performed with such passion can erase those miles with a single note. We are able to travel through time and space, through memories and dreams. For a too-short time, Patrick was our guide on this journey.
However, music’s ability to elude time and space means that he’s still with us: In each musician’s fingers, in each listener’s ear, in the hearts of all of us. These golden threads of music are also threads that connect us to each other. We’re all part of the same tapestry, travelers on the same journey.
The Adagio has ended, but the disc you are holding proves that the music, and the spirit of Patrick, the passion he inspired, live on. The moon is now hidden by clouds, but I know it’s still there, as bright as ever.

–Marc Beaudin
The Grizfork Studio, southwestern Montana
August, 2009

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26

… Perhaps this is too many. Maybe our poetry would be stronger with less to choose from.

As Jim Harrison says, “The earth’s proper scripture could be carried on a three by five card if we weren’t drunk on our own blood.”

Of course, he uses 20 just for those two lines.

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The Sinners Hit Strong, Eponymously

During a recent trip to the old stamping grounds of mid-Michigan, I was given The Sinners CD. I tried listening while driving back and forth to poetry gigs, friends’ cookouts and mom’s house, but the stretches of time were too short and full of distraction to really hear. But then on my way back to Montana, I had the vast solitude of the Prairie. It proved the perfect background for really hearing what this CD has to offer.

Somewhere in the middle of North Dakota, with the moon painting marshes and casting ducks and egrets in deep silhouette, I popped the disc into my player and let it wash through the Jeep. When track 14 ended, I hit play again; eager to hear many of the tracks once more. Especially the haunting “Chimney Sweep,” the bopping “Put Me On a Shelf,” and the melodic “Burn for Candy.”

Comprised of Liam McKay on vocals and guitar, Spencer Stege on keys, Joel Choate on bass, and Brian Hansen on drums, The Sinners remind me that rock music can be vital and virile. They deftly prove that you can be bad-ass and subtly poignant from one track to the next. Heart-thumping and heart-breaking from one verse to the next.

For a debut album, the self-titled The Sinners is a great document of a band that’s staking their claim to a tradition of strong writing melded with raw yet deft musicianship. If you wish indy/alt/progressive still meant something before corporate media sunk their vacuous teeth into it, this band will smash your cynicism with a hammer of hope. And one can only hope that this is just the beginning of a long, lyrical trip.

Visit The Sinners online at MySpace.com/LiamMcKay.

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