
I was introduced to the marvels of Irish music in the Eighties, courtesy of Mike Sheehan in Salisbury, and travelled on numerous occasions to Northern Spain in the Nineties. It was gradually dawning on me that the culture from which I was endeavouring to escape and the one to which I was supposed to be escaping actually shared more common features than they exhibited differences. Both Wales and Northern Spain are similar in terms of scenery (mountains and rivers; is there really a connection between the Welsh word for water (dwr) and the River Duero in Northern Spain?), gastronomy (hearty stews like 'Fabada', 'Cawl' and 'Caldo') climate (it rains more in Santiago than it does in Swansea!), language (there are several fascinating connections), poetic genius (Rosalía de Castro and Dylan Thomas) and music (the harp, for example, is popular in both Wales and Northern Spain). The more I explored the realms of Catalunya, Euskadi, Cantabria, Asturias and Galicia the more it seemed like a homecoming.
In July 2000, at the age of 43, I suffered a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage which necessitated emergency brain surgery. This took place at Charing Cross Hospital, Hammersmith, West London. I managed to survive. I cannot express my gratitude to surgeon O'Neill, his team and all the nurses (Viv in particular) in words so the music CD I have recorded will have to do instead. All proceeds from the sale of Celta will be donated to the hospital where my life was saved. I have returned to work full time and am now able to do all the things I used to do without any significant problems. I was one of the lucky ones. As for the future, I think I will always be a teacher, in one sense or another, but I also intend to put a variety of musical ideas into practice. I doubt very much if I would have been inclined to do so had I not been made aware, suddenly and traumatically, of the fragility and vulnerability of our existence.
Graham Davies
Santiago de Compostela, 1999.