Uploaded June 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
It’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.
Everyone else is celebrating.
I’m wondering why they’re celebrating the exact moment daylight starts heading in the wrong direction.
A folk song about pagans, druids, homemade wine, and the bittersweet realization that tomorrow’s sunset comes a little earlier.
Written by Martin Kelly.
#SummerSolstice #Stonehenge #FolkMusic #SingerSongwriter #Solstice
It’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.
Everyone else is celebrating.
I’m wondering why they’re celebrating the exact moment daylight starts heading in the wrong direction.
A folk song about pagans, druids, homemade wine, and the bittersweet realization that tomorrow’s sunset comes a little earlier.
Written by Martin Kelly.
#SummerSolstice #Stonehenge #FolkMusic #SingerSongwriter #Solstice









![Slow Coast Heartbeat (Bowen Island)
Yeah
Horseshoe Bay behind us, ferry cuttin’ through the black water
Bowen Island nights…
West coast drizzle on the windshield…
[Verse 1]
Last boat in at Snug Cove dock
Kids still posted by the Union Steamship clock
Tourists all gone, now the island exhale
Fog roll slow past the Queen of Capilano trail
Coffee gone cold from Tell Your Friends
Old dudes still arguin’ where the good years went
One truck parked crooked by the General Store
Mud on the tires from the Mount Gardner road
Bonfire sparks down by Pebbly Beach
Cheap Bluetooth speaker barely stayin’ in reach
Somebody rappin’ over old G-funk drums
While the tide crash low and the cold wind hum
Seen rich Vancouver folks buy cedar retreats
Then panic first winter when the power cuts deep
Meanwhile island lifers laugh and grin
Light candles up and keep everything dim
Road bend dark by Grafton Lake
One wrong move and your axle break
Everybody know your truck and face
So there ain’t nowhere on Bowen to disappear for days
[Chorus]
Ferry lights glow in the Snug Cove mist
Bassline knock through the cedar drift
We don’t move fast, just lean and slide
Slow coast heartbeat with the dark-tide ride
From Artisan Eats to the pub out late
Everybody here got history and weight
From the marina wood to the shoreline blues
Island soul in rain-soaked boots
[Verse 2]
Killarney Lake trail all wet with rain
Tacoma headlights through the evergreen maze
Crab traps stacked by the government dock
Somebody tunin’ up a skiff round the clock
Bowen Pub jukebox stuck in the past
Tom Petty, Too $hort, then some old Clash tracks
One dude swear he finally movin’ away
Still sayin’ that same thing every May
Deep Bay water black as oil
Moonlight caught in the driftwood coils
And the ferry horn echo out through Howe Sound
Like the whole damn coast got a tired old growl
Cops barely seen, but the gossip move quick
By noon everybody know whose boat got hit
That’s Bowen life, rugged but warm
Rain on the cedar through another storm
[Chorus]
Ferry lights glow in the Snug Cove mist
Bassline knock through the cedar drift
We don’t move fast, just lean and slide
Slow coast heartbeat with the dark-tide ride
[Outro]
Yeah
Streetlight flicker outside Doc Morgan’s
Rain tap rhythm on the marina rails
And the sub still knock…
Across the Salish Sea… Slow Coast Heartbeat (Bowen Island)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fMquYKMHTf0/mqdefault.jpg)
