Marcie's Listening Lounge
Most people will know me from my days as a pop and balad singer.
I spent a lot of my youth growing up with my family in Blackwood, a gold mining town in
Central Victoria, Australia. Life was full of wonderful music.
My Nana played button accordion, my pop played fiddle and my uncles
Alan, Horrie & Stan played banjo, piano and sax. My Mother Win played Piano and sang.
These songs come from things I've seen, felt and heard and the influences from my past.
I hope you enjoy them.
This recording has been a test of patience and endurance which has taken three years.
It is a dream come true for me to write and record my own songs.
Thank you to Noel Watson, Gene Bradley Fisk and my old friend and brother Tony Worsley.
You are true legends to me.
To my partner Murray, thank you for not giving up on me when I was off the planet.
I could not have done it without you.
I dedicate Lonely Heros to my Godmother Zeta, who lost her only brother, Alan and to
my Uncle Horrie, who came home and could never forget.
Thank you to all that have contributed.
Special thanks to Harry Jon Nanos and Sue Nanos for the photos.
Marcie
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The story behind LONELY HEROES (Track 9 Here I am)
My Uncle Horrie (my Mothers brother) and Alan Ewans were neighbours and friends growing up together. When Horrie enlisted at the time of World War 2, Alan did also; he was nineteen years old. Alans’ father asked Horrie, “look after him won’t you son and bring him back safe”, which Horrie said he would do. While on the island of Corsica en route to England, Horrie was cooking and Alan and the Troup were in a tent having lunch. German planes, returning from a bombing raid on England emptied their load on Corsica. Alan and many others were killed.
Horrie returned home and told Alans’ father what had happened and it was never spoken of again. Horrie lived a disturbed and sad life. This song is my dedication to Alan Ewans and Horrie (Ocka) Skinner
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