Golden Apples of the Sun, Judy Collins, Elektra, 1962

Yeats’ poem, The Song of Wandering Aengus, is the source of the golden apples reference. It starts, ‘I went out to the hazel wood/Because a fire was in my head.’ That was divine inspiration, I’ve always thought. The poem popped into my head the other day and so I dug out this record. The liner notes say Collins has ‘clean, fresh beauty, gamine manner, and vivacious stage presence’ and get more sexist and patronizing from there. I’ll say it: Judy Collins had a wonderful voice. I have five more of her albums to play through to show it.

Great Selchie of Shule Skerry is the strangest story in a song so far. It starts with a woman nursing a baby, wondering where it came from, and ends with a her husband killing a seal that was the baby’s father. This album has a song named Fannerio that so far as I can tell has nothing in common with the Grateful Dead song Dire Wolf that mentions the backwash of Fannerio.