Well that was just about the perfect end of the festival.
Someone has brought marshmallows to the Bulverton bonfire. There are some families with small kids, although I would have thought it was past their bed times. A young guy with an astonishing voice joins in towards the end. Rory McCloud does a good bye song, imitating the sound of a phone with his mouth harp and pretending to take a call from his auntie. A man with a guitar does “which side are you on”.
There are some anti war songs, Johnny No Legs maybe and one by Rory about not never needing a gun. On a wild whim I volunteer to sing my favourite pro war song — Woody Guthrie’s “good people what are we waiting on”. Rory and the man with the guitar bravely improvise around my noise. The other marshmallows toaster join in with “all you fascists bound to loose” which actually comes from a different song.
At about 2.15 am the guitar man apologizes for being corny, and sings Who Knows Where The Time Goes at the dying embers.
As I say, the perfect way to end the festival. There is actually a whole nother day to go.
# The Middle Bar singing session finished on time, so unfortunately I didn’t miss The Breath (who were opening up for Martin Simpson.
#Martin Simpson sang Deportees, which he says is about dehumanizing migrants, and stuck to his promise to sing Palaces of Gold an every gig until the Grenville Tower families get justice. A new song about a one legged black nineteenth century London fiddler, to a shantyish tune. And one about his Dad, of course…
#There is a version of Another Man’s Wedding, where, instead of wondering how many strawberries grow in the salt sea, the jilted lover ties a yellow ribbon all around his hat.
# Hey John Barleycorn and Ten Thousand Miles away are synthetic folk songs invented by a music hall singer.
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