英日対訳:The Northern Fiddler北の大地のフィドラー達('79/'85)第11回 2部(3/7)サイモン・ドハティ(前半)




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Simon Doherty plays a wild mountainy style of fiddle, typical of the Finntown and Croagh regions. He is fond of using syncopated bowing, lonesome doublestops and long drawn-out notes in his playing which is distinctly different from the fiddle style of his uncle John, who favours straighter bow rhythms and plays in a more austere, stately style. But like his uncle, Simon possesses a fund of rare Donegal tunes and can take a crystal clear tone out of a fiddle, a skill that seems to have been the hallmark of all the Doherty fiddlers. Simon Doherty was born about 1915 near the town of Bally-bofey. His father Hugh, John's older brother, was a saddler and began teaching Simon the fiddle at about the same time that Simon was absorbing the art of tinsmithing from his uncles. As an accomplished fiddler and tinsmith Simon Doherty exhibits a modest pride and a keen interest in what he is able to do with his hands. His uncle John, in his old age now prefers to think of himself solely as a fiddler, but for Simon, fiddling and smithing are extensions of each other and make up the central components of what was once the Doherty life style. It is this deep involvement in creating with his hands that Simon expresses in his conversation that is one of the keys to the mentality of this remarkable family. As a result of being free of some of the more confining aspects of an agrarian life style the Dohertys and the McConnells channelled their ingenuity, inventiveness and energy into a wide variety of activities from music-making to instrument-making as well as the production of standard, every-day house-hold items required by the farming community. They not only supplied the material needs of the farming community, but in bringing music, and inexpensively made instruments, they fulfilled the social and cultural needs of the society as well. 



At the end of an intensive seven hour recording session, Simon Doherty put down his fiddle and began to reminisce about the life style of the Dohertys and the McConnells as it existed over sixty years ago, and as far back as one hundred and fifty years. 



(Simon Doherty) 


I was just taught a couple of tunes by my father when I was young. From less to more, then, we used to go out to ceilidh and rake, and a bit of sport and fun, we'd play a turn about, and we'd play sets, lancers, highlands and germans. At that time I was only a boy and the fun would start around about Hallows Eve, from then on through Christmas till it was Spring day again. Playing for hobby, that was for way of doing. If it was dark we used to put a candle into a small light we made out of tin, we called lanterns, that was the light we had to take us over the top of the caim and one place or another. 



My father was an industrious man - he was a saddler and used to make harness. When he'd be making those harness, there'd be people there from all over the county. They'd stay there for hours, drinking a cup of tea, talking of how things were going. 





There'd be people coming and going, and in our house and the door would be lying open to one o'clock at night. My uncles were traveling around at the time, the Dohertys and the McConnells. They used to have all classes of musical instruments on them and tools for making tin. They would spend away for a full fornight before they came back to where their destination was. They might spend a week there at home and the next thing you would find some morning two donkeys and two floats and them loaded and headed away for the mountain again. And when they landed up in different townlands they would enjoy themselves. They'd all gather in when my uncles arrived and have their own conversation - who tells the best story - who could sing the best song - who could play the best reel - or where was the best river for fishing - or what kind of article they would want made. It would be all tinware that they'd be selling at that time. They'd pull out two kits of tools, if it was a nice summer time, and sit out at the gable of the house they were visiting. They could make from needle to anchor, two gallon cans, pints, bias cut dishes and strainers. Sometimes they had fishing rods too - spinners, they could taper these rods, they could make the farls themselves and they could strip them into each other. They made their own fishing flys and all. They could make a perm, a wee bit of wrought iron and a cog like a check and they could spin it and it was as good as any rod and could buy nowadays. 



They would go like that from one townland to another till they had their stuff sold out and when they would land back home they would have a night of jollification for themselves. They were fond of a drop of poteen, and they could make their own stills and worm twisted our of copper, twisted round and round. They could even make a worm out of tin. It was a very curious type of worm, it wasn't made like a round worm at all, it was made like an M with a thing up on the end of it called a filler and the arm of the still fitted into it. And they put that there into a barrel of water, and at the bottom of the barrel of water they left a ventilation for the pipe to get out through. The steam would come from the arm of the still through the worm and once it touch the water it turned into the best of first class poteen ...  



There was a wild lot of people living that way, on the roads. You would meet people in the morning walking along, what we'd call small pedlars, with a lot of things under their arms stopping from house to house. My people were tinsmiths, they manufactured their own stuff, they could make what suited. Those small peddlars sold stuff over that they bought in the shops ... There were the McDonalds - they used to play music in the streets. Lillie McEvoy and Francie Welsh all good fiddlers. They would stand under the gas lamps and Francie Welsh he could make that fiddle fairly talk, he was what we call a piece player - he'd play airs and foreign tunes. The MacDonalds and Lillie McEvoy, they played traditional. This Lillie McEvoy, her husband used to collect for her. They all used to walk from town to town staying at lodging houses and play that town. It would cost you at that time four pence for your bed till the morning. They would play the town again in the morning and then they was away as hard as they could go ...  



(Simon Doherty, Ballybofey, Co Donegal) 

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