#not all geography teachers
#Nothing particularly against hymns in general, or And Can It Be in particular. You can sing it at my funeral if you like (not any time soon). Visions of heaven sustained us when John Wesley gave us a voice. Merely felt that the church choir on the sea front was a bit cringe.
Writing this at 10ish with coffee and bacon sandwich. Much more civilised than yesterday. Having stopped singing at 2am I naturally decided I needed to be in he art centre at 9:30 , this left no time for shower or coffee although the sea front bakery supplied the largest bacon bap I have ever seen. “Too much bacon” is a concept I was not previously acquainted with.
NO PASTIE all day. Consumed a large persian chicken wrap with salad flaffles,, humus, olives, peter gurney, petr davey, daniel whiddon old uncle tom cobley and all.
Early rise was to see a filmed archive folk club performance by Chris Sugden, aka Sid Kipper. Furiously wrote down some titles an lyrics that I might sing myself one day. The Female Highwayman might have too much cross dressing for modern tastes, but I feel I could attempt “wild mounting time”. Lady who runs ballad session mentioned that she knew Sidney Carter, and played him “I am bored of the dance, said she”. Apparently he was amused.
Thence to Big Tent for Phil Beer and his former musical partner Paul Downes, and then the Spooky Men. I felt the Spookies did a slightly less silly set than usual, which was to their general benefit. A patriotic Ukrainian song, jostled with a new one (to me) about the guy who can’t fix things but sill “just give it ago.” Eschewed Ralph McTell for the “traditional night out” a kind of all star folk club in the arts centre, including Martin Carthy, Tom McCarthy and Jez Lowe. Martin did the one about the Irishman who goes to a funeral snd finds that the fellow hasn’t died. Jez Lowe did one about the miners who worked through the ‘82 strike called The Judas Bus, interleaved with verses of the Blackleg Miner. A man I didn’t know sang a killingly funny song about Greek philosophers. An Irish man told a story about a family who moved to England and took their faithful house gobln with them.
In tent close to midnight and will be firing on more cylinders today..
Hours of music: 8.25 hours
Beer 2
Pasties 0
#Nothing particularly against hymns in general, or And Can It Be in particular. You can sing it at my funeral if you like (not any time soon). Visions of heaven sustained us when John Wesley gave us a voice. Merely felt that the church choir on the sea front was a bit cringe.
Writing this at 10ish with coffee and bacon sandwich. Much more civilised than yesterday. Having stopped singing at 2am I naturally decided I needed to be in he art centre at 9:30 , this left no time for shower or coffee although the sea front bakery supplied the largest bacon bap I have ever seen. “Too much bacon” is a concept I was not previously acquainted with.
NO PASTIE all day. Consumed a large persian chicken wrap with salad flaffles,, humus, olives, peter gurney, petr davey, daniel whiddon old uncle tom cobley and all.
Early rise was to see a filmed archive folk club performance by Chris Sugden, aka Sid Kipper. Furiously wrote down some titles an lyrics that I might sing myself one day. The Female Highwayman might have too much cross dressing for modern tastes, but I feel I could attempt “wild mounting time”. Lady who runs ballad session mentioned that she knew Sidney Carter, and played him “I am bored of the dance, said she”. Apparently he was amused.
Thence to Big Tent for Phil Beer and his former musical partner Paul Downes, and then the Spooky Men. I felt the Spookies did a slightly less silly set than usual, which was to their general benefit. A patriotic Ukrainian song, jostled with a new one (to me) about the guy who can’t fix things but sill “just give it ago.” Eschewed Ralph McTell for the “traditional night out” a kind of all star folk club in the arts centre, including Martin Carthy, Tom McCarthy and Jez Lowe. Martin did the one about the Irishman who goes to a funeral snd finds that the fellow hasn’t died. Jez Lowe did one about the miners who worked through the ‘82 strike called The Judas Bus, interleaved with verses of the Blackleg Miner. A man I didn’t know sang a killingly funny song about Greek philosophers. An Irish man told a story about a family who moved to England and took their faithful house gobln with them.
In tent close to midnight and will be firing on more cylinders today..
Hours of music: 8.25 hours
Beer 2
Pasties 0
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