Mark Nelson   •   After The Morning

• After The Morning
  • 1983 - Kicking Mule Records KM 241 LP (USA)

• Side One
  1. The Lonesome Boatman The Skye Boat Song The Musical Priest Earl's Chair
  2. An Comhra Donn Delahunty's Hornpipe
  3. The Boys of Ballisodare The Joys of My Life The Kesh Jig
  4. The Falls of Richmond
  5. Planxty Irwin

• Side Two
  6. Chickens Are A'Crowing Morrison's Jig Joe O'Dowd's
  7. Margaret MacArthur's Soldier's Joy Horga Läten
  8. The Kid on the Mountain
  9. Joke on the Puppy Cold Frosty Morning
  10. My Home

• Musicians
  • Mark Nelson: Dulcimer, Hummel, Cittera, Bodhran
  • Kevin Burke: Fiddles
  • Tim Crosby: Mandolin, Banjo
  • Clyde Curley: Guitars, Fiddle
  • Lance Frodsham: Clavinet
  • Sylvia Hackathorn: Whistle

• Credits
  • Produced by Kevin Burke
  • Recorded: April 10-13, 1983 at Desitrek Studios, Portland, Oregon
  • Engineered by Mike Demmers
  • Mastered at Kdisc Mastering, Los Angeles by John Golden
  • Album Design: Don Thomas
  • Watercolor, "Spring Reflections," by Judy Howard
  • Photo: Chris Briscoe
  • All tunes P.D. arranged by Mark Nelson
  • My dulcimer was built by Bonnie Carol of Wallstreet, Colorado. Willie Sears, Talent, Oregon, built the cittera, a Hungarian dulcimer that combines a chromatic fingerboard with numerous drone strings. It may be heard on Planxty Irwin. The full-bodied dulcimer heard on The Skye Boat Song, My Home and Margaret MacArthur's Soldier's Joy/Horga Läten is a ten-stringed hummel, or Swedish dulcimer, made by Bryan Mumford.
  • A special thanks to the following: Doug and Leslie Alexander, Judy Howard, Terry Marbey, Don Thomas, Nancy and Susan Boskoff, Randy Hudson, Barry Smiler, Janie Civille, Yankee Clipper, Deborah Sandler, and Whale.
  • With sincere appreciation to: Kevin Burke, for good sense and good music Mike Demmers, for magic Annie Dempsey, forever

Sleeve Notes

After the morning, there comes an evening and after the evening, another day.

The ancient melodies sing to us across time and oceans; echoes of another world that touches our own on certain moonlit nights and misty dawns. In that stillness that is not guiet morning we join the unseen dancers.