Friday, 22 May 2020

in praise of a Pigorian Chant moment...


This particular CD is not only musical, but appeals to my need for an urgent sense of humour when under stress or frustration...

And the accompanying storybook begins...

Snuggled in an overgrown valley outside an obscure town in a remote corner of an insignificant country on a forgotten continent is the non-existent farmstead of Snouto Domoinko de Silo...

And continues...

The origins of Pigchant are obscure, but scholars tell us that it dates back to before the time of Caesar Hogustus. The world has all but forgotten this, our oldest music. Yet in their ancient and echoing stone grange, the murmuring Domoinkan Pigs still calmly contemplate the Meaning of Things in their well-worn mystical and quasi-musical way.

The 9 page story, before the lyrics of the chants begin, is signed by

S.K.Boynton, Py.G
Ad Hog Historian

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