Thursday, 28 April 2016

" And The Diva of The Year is...."

    Annually, the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards evoke a maelstrom of feelings,including a lot of controversy. I don't ever bother with it, because for me it is mostly boring, heady, Arty Farty Showbiz Glitter and something I neither aspire to nor care about. This is true of most BBC productions claiming to showcase “Folk Music”-a few documentaries providing a rare exception.
    For me the Awards remain symptomatic of a Class Divide between what are perceived to be “Amateur” and “Professional” aspects of the same genre. A gulf which epitomises all that is both good and bad about the Folk World. A few misguided full time musicians continue to look down their noses at the thousands of us providing free (or reasonably priced) live entertainment at a local level, 365/7. However,the majority of these performers are bright enough to realise that without the “Amateur” operating part time and unpaid at grass roots level, there would be no ladders no rungs to climb, no arenas to learn their trade in, nowhere to hone instrumental technique, or to learn how to hold an audience. Without the Club and pubs, the coffee bars and Student Halls, the jams and singarounds, Bob Zimmerman would never have written “Blowin' In The Wind.” A sobering fact.
      Oh there are a lucky few who, as the offspring of Folk Royalty can bypass this route, and they do, leapfrogging their way into the Media's Inner Circle of Trust. But the rest of us just have to swill around in the Bear Pit, hoping that one day our innate talent will be recognised. Or better still, not really giving a damn about that at all, as long as we can sing and share and have a laugh a few times a month.
        Folk, Acoustic,Open Mic and all their spin-offs-that organic style of music where people like to sing and play collectively for the joy of performance-is tiered. It always has been. At the coal face the majority of us busily construct access routes to better things for the Others. We see them all come and go. We see the younger ones on their way up to Fame and Fortune. We see the older ones on their way back down, reluctant (or unable ) to change, unable to let go. The same tiered system operates with Festivals. Some remain homely, friendly gatherings where music and fun are the most important criteria for booking guests. Others have become huge, exclusive, unwieldy Behemoths, where cliques, snobbery and elitism have become the oddest bedfellows imaginable of a genre which once prided itself in accessibility.
     It would be nice to think that whilst The Luvvies are backslapping and partying afterwards they might give some brief thought to the heads they walked over to reach the pedestal they now stand upon. But I'll not hold my breath. Their world is so divorced from Reality, so far away from mine, that I doubt few can remember, recall or even care where they once sprang from.

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Honour and Praise. John Richards shines on.

           I was hugely looking forward to seeing and hearing John Richards again. He is an artiste I have a lot of time for. As a Folk Club organiser (albeit a fairly recent and inexperienced one), I get to see and evaluate many different kinds of acts. This includes some very talented, warm people who can really entertain. It also includes a few Prima Donnas and Divas whose reputation to me seems undeserved. John comes into the first category. He is top drawer. A likable, affable down to earth Midlands bloke who writes good songs, plays guitar well, and has a fine voice. He also does an awful lot corporately, on behalf of Folk music. He is a supportive and industrious ambassador for the genre.
J.R. at Church End
           But there is more. Some of John's songs have an epic quality to them. He is a wordsmith, with an ear for saying things in other people's voices, that touches hearts. “Polly” is a song I have loved for a long time. It is a haunting melody, with a spine-tingling lyric, delivered in a way that makes hairs stand up on the back of one's neck. “ It'll end on a rope in the morning,” the singer predicts,ominously. I also admire “Pity The Deserter,” and “Honour and Praise,” too. In both songs he sets modern day feelings into a historic context, and that just works for me
         In “The Moth” and “ Foundryman's Daughter” he explores contemporary but nevertheless familiar themes. Classic songwriting. When John talks about his life and his songs it is clear that he is politically left of centre, a man who burns with the injustice of equality, and one who has been hurt by watching his family suffer ups and downs. No wonder so many people want to cover his songs.
          But I guess there are thousands of people who empathise with the anthemic “Shine On.” With John's blessing I am amongst those singers who (occasionally in my case!) cover it. There is a special connection there for me, because that song was a contributory factor for me in surviving the last 12 months, under circumstances which, though not unique or just specific to me, were harrowing enough. It was a life raft which kept me performing and finding solace in song. If you talk to people who know the song it is not uncommon for others to have related to it in a similar way.
             He was as outstanding as ever last night.  And he sang all the favourites and more, like a Throstle. (see what I did there?).  He makes a joke of supporting WBA through their ups and downs, though believe me John, if you are unfortunate enough to have followed Nuneaton Borough's roller-coaster through demotions, points deductions, promotions, play-offs relegations and enforced name changes, you know what a fan's suffering truly is. ( Yes I did write a song about it).  
           I feel I have other affinities with John. His roots are in the Black Country, and my maternal grandmother was a Darby. Her line is traceable back to generations of nail makers working in the foundries of West Bromwich. So although I've got him booked into Nuneaton Folk Club this October, I jumped at the opportunity to see him again beforehand, when appearing locally. 
          I even blagged a floor spot from Atherstone Folk Club host Phil Benson, so I could pay the man a fulsome tribute in public. Looking at the calibre of the other acts supporting John last night, I can see fully that I was very lucky to get one at all. Our part of the Midlands is blessed with some very talented and entertaining performers. And then there's me.
              I rehearsed two songs long and hard, with a view to performing them in tribute. I also practised introductions to both, as I wanted to explain how John's influence affects my choice of repertoire. I also wanted to frame “Shine On” briefly into a personal context-as I felt it was important to share with anyone who had not seen him before, just how potent a song like “ Shine On” can be.
            I started with one of my own compositions-”Di Di The Ice Cream Man.” I used to call this “Down Our Street” until I heard a song of the same name performed by a Lancashire group which is much older than mine. "Di Di" is a nostalgic look back at tradespeople who used to serve us. A few still do-but the Window Cleaners,Mobile Shops, Meter Readers and Milk floats are rapidly fading into history. Where else to pay homage to them than through the medium of Folk Music? I remembered that John himself pays tribute to Cosmotheka and the influence they had on him. I was privileged to see them often, and to play on the same bill occasionally. Dave and Al certainly affected my songwriting, when putting “The Odeon” together, and son of Odeon, “ Di Di.” is also firmly rooted in recalling urban living in the Midlands during the 1950's. I felt John might relate to that.
          It's a jolly enough melody, and peppered with nostalgic images about Milkman's horses, coalmen and Davenports “Beer At Home” drays. Cosily reflective. To some peoples' visible amazement, I sometimes get requests for it, which means that the choruses are returned cheerfully. So I wanted to balance it up with something gentle, reflecting the contribution “Shine On” has made to my life.
           Nothing I've ever written could match that, so I eventually chose Rod Felton's beautiful song “Curly.” One of the best singers guitarists and songwriters to come from the Midlands, Roddie died a few years ago. A great loss. I went to his Funeral, his Wake and co-hosted a Tribute night to him soon after his death. All three events were packed-because  Roddie inspired people. Through his words, his playing, and his powerful voice. He was deeply respected and is greatly missed.
      Rod Felton had an aura. Long hair, earrings and bangles, a presence when he walked into a room and a unique guitar style with a tuning he liked to keep secret. On stage he was magnetic. Most of his songs were clever, spiky affairs with catchy choruses and a cheeky laddish lyricism. “Curly” came as a surprise when I first heard it, for it was a beautiful, moving lullaby, written about a real baby. All the mourners sang it at his funeral, doubling the poignancy of the occasion. Later that day I met Curly herself-all grown up, obviously. I was introduced to her by Roddie's sister, and the Felton family approved of my request to sing it at the Tribute night. Which I did, accompanied on guitar by David Parr and Arnold Chave. It made a few people cry.
            I dedicated "Curly"  last night to John Richards. I was looking forward to singing my own twin Grandsons to sleep with it one day, but sadly, around this time last year, they both died, within a day of each other. My other daughter miscarried, the day after their funeral. So for me, “Shine On” and it's reflection on misery-( “There are days when you think that it's not worth the fighting,”)-kept my head above water at times. It inspired me to write my own song of Hope “Tiny Lights” which I'm humbled to say, a couple of people have since covered themselves. But primarily “Shine On” leaves you with a glimpse of a future. “ I know there'll come a time when your luck will change for better/when you'll look back on these days as a scar that doesn't matter.” John sings. And he is right.
              I preceded “Curly” by pointing out that since the personal tragedies of last year the daughter who lost the twins is now 8 months pregnant, and my other daughter is expecting a baby girl. Both of them are doing well. Shine on indeed.  It is just one of those odd quirks of fate that, being on so early, in my shamelessly blagged floor spot, John missed both songs and the fulsome, heartfelt debt of gratitude I paid him. So here it is instead mate. Maybe in October......
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Thursday, 7 April 2016

Sean is King at The Crown

    With The War Gamers advancing on Waterloo, and Manchester City slugging it out with PSG on the big screen downstairs, many Folk Clubs might consider themselves really up against it on a wet and windy Wednesday night. Not so at NFC when the return of the redoubtable Sean Cannon drew in another large audience yesterday. Somehow Jules and Sam had. conjured up even more chairs,but even so with another huge audience it was standing room only towards the back.
Sean Cannon (right) contemplates,as the floor spots get under way
   A lot of planning and organisation weeks beforehand is aimed at reducing stress on the actual night. Yet I know from a few conversations with audience members in various venues that some people think the whole thing looks dead easy. If you have never tried compering or performing in a Folk Club, I can assure you it isn't. Like all local Folk Clubs, NFC exists only through the goodwill of its volunteers,and the generousness of its audiences. There is a lot of teamwork going on beforehand, and a lot of adrenalin is shed during the actual evening.
     Yesterday for example, I went into The Crown at lunchtime to try to give myself extra time in the evening to meet and greet guests and to mix with friends old and new as they arrived. The pub staff were already busy at that time too, getting the room ready. I then went on to a (very enjoyable) afternoon music session in Atherstone. Home by 4.30, It was a quick turnaround before my good lady and I were back on the road together.
     We arrived at The Crown early, (as did our Sound Man Matt), but a little mix-up (mine!) over car keys, with less half an hour to go meant that we were struggling at the start, and only just got proceedings under way on time. The room was already near full, so it was important to keep to the advertised timings. What a tribute to all those giving up their time for free, that every artiste doing a floor spot kept to time,and we hit the interval bang on schedule. Not only that, but we got the raffle done quickly, got the housekeeping and “future events” announcements flowing and got Sean back up on stage for his second set right on time.
     It is in the nature of creative events, with an element of spontaneity, for things to go awry occasionally,and Folk evenings at The Crown are no exception. Both Tom and Matt his successor, do a sterling job as Sound Engineers, driving the desk from the back and then rushing forwards from it ( a long" rush" upstairs at The Crown) when leads come adrift or connections become suddenly and inexplicably temperamental. It's a mix and match sound set up at present and not to everyone's personal liking, but I can assure you that the feedback from the audience was that they had another cracking night of free entertainment. 
      I opened events with a request (and it wasn't to go home). So I (sensibly) shelved "Raglan Road" and did one of my own songs, "The Bold Pirate" instead. With some very game interaction from the audience.And including a "live" phone call to interrupt the proceedings courtesy of Malc Gurnham. 
 It was then a thankless task for John Wright to follow me in the "dead spot," warming up a jovial crowd but one who were still settling down. But  he did an atmospheric blues, and added a second song which won warm applause. 
      We had to make several adjustments to the running order beforehand,but Dave Parr,Brian Phillips and Malc Gurnham then all followed John on and off the stage in quick succession. Bob Brooker, as a promo for "Sly Old Dogs"  was allowed three songs,and then Jan and Terry Wisdom were accorded the same privilege. Sean Cannon then delivered his first set with style aplomb and great warmth. He does this club as a favour. We are so lucky to get him to do so. Long may it continue. People had come from as far afield as Yorkshire Staffordshire and Brum to see him and they were not disappointed.  
After the interval, John Kearney joined me for " Dublin In The Rare Ould Times" and then warmed up for Sean. The audience had grown (again!) and the chorus singing was robust verging on emotioal as The Man led us through anecdotes, a beautiful song about Whales and some rousing traditional stuff like "Liverpool Lou" and " The Irish Rover."
     
    We'd got through again,and all thanks to Mags, Matt, Sam, Jules and Kadie, John Kearney, Malc Gurnham and David Parr ( both of whom I saw several times aiding musicians) working away "behind the scenes" and without whom the whole event each month would not go as erm.."smoothly" (rofl) ...as it does.  Next Month (May 4th) is another opportunity to share The Craic a second time ,with the return of Sly Old Dogs. A six piece,with a shopping list of mikes and di boxes I will need a bank loan for. Onward and Upward! 
David Parr
Brian Phillips
Jan & Terry..(or is it Terry and Jan?)