In the late 1950's, Cecilia's ballet career was cut short at the age of 3 or 4 when she absolutely, positively refused to play a mushroom in the Nutcracker Suite, taking a stand against racial profiling before she knew what it was. She never took to the piano lessons, much to her later regret (it would have made it much easier to write midi accompaniment for a number of Firebird Arts & Music CDs!). In grade school, when she asked to learn the flute, the adults consulted and decided her fingers would have trouble with the fingering and she found herself with a French horn and was told that it would sound much like a flute (not!). She learned to sing from Julie Andrews movies and Peter, Paul and Mary records and learned guitar from various family members. Harmony, she picked up from church hymnals when she found she couldn't sing in the key everyone else sang, but noticed there were convenient harmony notes in the hymnal.
So when Cecilia discovered filk music in the mid-1980's she was well-prepared by past artistic endeavors, and fell in with friends who wanted to sing about Dr. Who, Blake's Seven, Star Trek, and songs about science fiction and fantasy books! She was soon writing lyrics and original music and performing at conventions across the US, Canada and England. Recording projects followed, first with Off Centaur and then with Firebird.
At the end of that decade, the local filk group was told that Firebird would no longer bring its product to convention dealer rooms, so Friends of Filk was created to keep filk music available in the local dealer rooms. The surplus funds from cassette and CD sales were used to bring music guests to the Pacific Northwest. Cecilia's music as well as her ongoing volunteer work with Friends of Filk led to her being inducted into the Filk Hall of Fame at FilKONtario in April 2013.Contact her at:
friendsoffilk at gmail.com
Helva's Song (mp3)
Words and Music: Copyright ©1985 by Cecilia A. Eng
But I only hear the emptiness of space
And the siren song which calls to me from a burning white-hot star,
Promising oblivion and peace.
ChorusFor my love lies dead within me, his voice forever still.
It seems as though my heart will never mend.
The music's died unfinished; his song is at an end.
We'll never sing again.
ChorusNow, I could turn and fly away, a rogue without a home
And turn my back on all that we have known.
But a hundred years is far too long to live on nothing more
Than memories and heartache, all alone.
ChorusSo here upon this lonely field. I'll bid my love good-bye.
The honors at his graveside are the best.
And somehow I will find my voice and fill the silent plain,
Yes, I'll sing him to his rest.