The Final Days of Doggerland (historical fiction)

Here is a glimpse of the story:

How do you create Stone Age music? We don't really know what it sounded like, but most likely the instruments were drums, flutes, and most of all the human voice. With that in mind, I wrote 5 simple songs for my Stone Age novel "The Final Days of Doggerland." This is one of them, “Rikulf’s Blessing.”

In this brief video, I perform the song and explain how I did it: with a shaman drum from Nazar Drums (Moldova), a pan flute, a Hammond bass pedal and a vocal harmonizer.

This is Æbbe's Song which describes the longing for her homeland in the west, across the water divide.

To perform this, I use my shaman drum, my Hammond bass pedal (to create a droning bass sound in the background, as if some low voices are humming along), and a vocal harmonizer to multiply my own voice. This is one of the 5 songs in the book "The Final Days of Doggerland."

How do you create Stone Age music? We don't know what it sounded like, but most likely the instruments were drums, flutes, and most of all the human voice.

I wrote 5 simple songs for my Stone Age novel "The Final Days of Doggerland." This is the "Warrior Song," the ode sung by the warriors to their chief Viggo:

Bollebargrinn’s tribe aglow

blesseð með Tywar til grow

en hverr protects okkarr fief?

einninn hvæn vér belief?

hvo er Bollebarginn khief?

Viggo, Viggo, Viggo!

How do you create Stone Age music? We don't really know what it sounded like, but most likely the instruments were drums, flutes, and most of all the human voice. With that in mind, I wrote 5 simple songs for my Stone Age novel "The Final Days of Doggerland."

This is the "Children’s Song” that recounts the story of the old Chief who left three daughters to lead the tribe after his death:

Oh surprise, gamall khief left aptr

til leið triberinn þrír systir

workeð fieldsrinn fout nei warfare...

This is the Song of Luk, the God of Fire. It asks the God to spare the one who is singing and instead set fire to the neighbor’s home. Here is the relevant section from the book:

“…That’s exactly what happened on that fateful day when the hut was on fire. The neighbors to the left and the right quickly ran to the well with buckets to fetch some water. But instead of pouring the first buckets on their neighbor’s burning home, they poured them on the walls of their own huts..."