For Whom The Bell Tolls :The end of an era

      Oh alas! How I shall miss The Bell, that fine old Inn and Eatery  in Monks Kirby, Warwickshire, now it has finally closed.  Run for decades by Paco and Family. I've had some good meals there, but I  shall miss especially, The Sly Old Dogs sessions in the vast function room  on Sunday nights. Just up the road from me in the next village, a delightful drive along winding lanes in rain snow ice and blistering sunny evenings. A remarkably large audience for Sunday nights would be treated to the nearest thing to The Craic this side of The Water, when all the guests and "The orchestra "  were in full spate.  A Sunday night of three halves, predominately (but not exclusively) by cracking traditional music. 

    I've performed there both solo and accompanied by friends  many a Sunday night.  The audience singing was usually stunning, the volume and tone magnified and amplified by the stone floors and low beams. The format was very democratic-all chaired expertly by Pete Willow, fronting the resident band Sly Old Dogs. I like the SODs so much that I booked them twice for Nuneaton Folk Club, and many of their number-Pete, Tool, Nigel Ward, Colin Squire and Bob Brooker have joined us at The Crown on Wednesdays. 

          The SODS sessions were pretty well unique in my experience, as paco himself would come round from behind the bar and play (very proficiently) the spoons in numbers like "Gypsy Laddie O or " I'll Tell me Ma. " It never seemed incongruous, a Spaniard belting out percussion in an English pub with an English band. Paco had a very fine singing voice, too. Occasionally he would treat us to a song from Home, and on one memorable occasion he duetted with Sean Cannon. Again, it sounds odd-but it was great! And where else could you just turn up for a spontaneous, unscripted night of music and also be treated to free grub, served on silver platters? 

      At the Bell, the SODS, seated out front, could comprise any permutation of Pete Willow, Paul Kenny, Richard Ryder, Nigel Ward, Colin Squire, Bob Brooker, and Martin Bushnell.  Banjo Dave Paterson would often join them, and other Guests (or "Friends" as Pete liked to call them), would turn up spontaneously and just  join in, especially on chorus songs. At their best you might have 2-3 banjos, up to three fiddles, guitars mandolins and Bazoukis in profusion, plus stirring percussion. And a combined singing voice that sounded like a choir of Angels. Making collectively, a Divine and tuneful noise. Truly a Folk orchestra that could have given Bellowhead a good run for their money. Consider those guests and friends I met, joined in with or just listened to at The Bell: here's just a few:John Kearney,Sean Cannon,Brian and Marie Phillips, Sue Sanders, Max Wright, Malc Gurnham, Phil Benson,  Jan Richards, Rob Halligan,  'Chelle Willow and many, many more. the banter was often extraordinary, and often hilarious. It was a place to air new songs-running them by an educated audience. it was a venue to try out new instruments, or resurrect old ones. Or you could just turn up and belt out old tunes you loved to hear. The evenings always finished with an emotional rendition of "Go Lassie Go," and the rafters shook with the acapella singing of it.     

    All is not lost as on the last Sunday of the month now, Sly Old Dogs and Friends will migrate across the road to the village's other Booser, The Denbigh Arms. Where The SODS are no strangers. I've played the Denbigh too, whilst in Black Parrot Seaside. The upstairs room I remember was o.k. but I'm not so sure how acoustics will pan out downstairs. (My personal preference for Folk Clubs, Open mic sessions and singarounds is always to have a separate, dedicated, soundproof(-ish) room,where possible).   

Night of The Long Axes

       I own a guitar but I only ever make discordant jangly sounds on it. Nevertheless  I am a bit of an Axehead. Amongst the many guitarists I've seen "live" are Paul Kossof, Jimmy Page, Peter Green, Bert Jansch,Gordon Giltrap, Jo-Anne Shaw Taylor, John Lee Hooker, Mick Taylor, Dave Gilmour, Stefan Grossman, Wizz Jones and Stan Webb. Many of whom I can  pick out  and identify just by their style. Whilst on the local Folk Circuit I've hugely enjoyed the work of Mick Stewart,Dave Bennett,Rod Felton,Rob Armstrong,Phil Hare, Sanjay, Sam Stephens, David Bristow, Bill Bates, Keith Donnelly and Chris Tobin. Others I admire but never got  round to seeing include Leslie West, Robin Trower, B.B. King, Eric Clapton, Hendrix, David Grissom, Bonnie Raitt, John Martyn, Joe Bonamassa and Jeff Beck. Kevin Dempsey (pictured left,below) sits easily for me right in these lists. Plus, (and what a big plus) he is an extraordinarily nice, modest guy, easy to talk to and completely grounded.

It would be easy to spend this account waxing lyrical only about the extraordinary Kevin Dempsey.Who does stuff with what he describes as  a "cheap guitar" that make grown men and women want to eat their own plectrums. But that would be a disservice to the depth of the other talent on show yesterday. It was the kind of night to make an Organiser very proud.  Besides Kevin's usual high standard, there were other musicians like Des patalong (above,right) on show who gave the audience the treat of their lives. Exaggeration? Read the Facebook reviews! 
   John Wright, John Kearney,Brian Phillips and Michael Luntley,for example. Different styles, but all very effective in their own way. And, representing Youth, the charming, nimble figured Sarah Bennett and Dan Gascoigne, whose twin-acoustic arrangement of Angie (Anjii?) blew away pretty well the whole room. Just astonishing. Type their names into YouTube and look for them doing this at Cork Festival.  

Sarah Bennett & Dan Gascoigne

Brian Phillip, Geoff  & Robert Johnson

John Wright & Hilary Wilson

     



















Was it just purely about guitars last night? Well....no. The bass-playing of Keith Nickless as the other half of Dipped Sheep, the strident vocals of Des " The Legend" Patalong, the singing of Fiona Lindsay-Coulson, Hilary Wilson and some other bloke who sang with Nunc and Brian Phillips, also added to the overall audience enjoyment.

Dipped Sheep

Nunc

        It was a night tinged with sadness as the whole room bade an emotional farewell to the unflappable and immensely talented Tom Veasey.Namesake, distant relative and a maestro in all things Sound. Off to see the world, taking his gift and his ear for music with him. We gave him a card and a cake and a bit of pocket money.Typically Tom, he had last night, brought along a trainee-Matt-with him, who is going to have a bash at mixing for us in February. The Tilting Kettle (check their website) provide the cake (below left),and a suitably embarrassed Tom was thanked (below right) for his work at NFC.

   

Last night at The Crown was exceptional. Initially, I had to be persuaded into taking on the task of launching a new Folk Club albeit a rejuvenated one, in a new venue, in a town as lively as Nuneaton. I was, frankly, talked into it. But (largely due to the help and support I've been given) it has proved to be popular and successful. The work everyone puts in seems widely appreciated. Fifteen sessions in, it is still going like the clappers. Another big crowd last night. Superb audience singing, a staggering amount of talent on stage, and an audience as diverse as I've ever seen in a Folk Club. One or two occasionally wander in off the street (and are sometimes persuaded to wander back out again), but last night was a typical cross section. A mix of local people: Folkies,youngsters,couples,singles,Family groups and other artistes who weren't on the bill. It really was an eclectic mix. 

        

Nuneaton Folk Club Review 2015

First... a word from our Sponsor

    Musically, a year of new horizons for me, new experiences for NFC : a lot of highlights and  a little sadness. The Club saw  12 sessions one on each first Wednesday of each month, featuring a staggering array of local and national talent. "Folk" does not even begin to cover it. Blues, Cajun, Acapella, Traditional Folk, Shanties, Country, Contemporary, Rock and Roll, Protest, Pop and Reggae are a few umbrellas we have communally sheltered beneath. Here is a photo of a satisfied punter making his way home, after a good session. 

   Our first Headline guest in January 2015 was the excellent Kristy Gallagher.  Simon Veasey and Paul Moore did us a first floor spot and both Alyson Bushell Edwards also made her debut. Kane Foster, Hilary Wilson and Daisybell joined us too,and the Legend that is Kevin Dempsey also did us a tasty little cameo! He is our main guest next week-January 6th 2016. 

Kristy at The Crown in January

    Guitar virtuoso and all round Good Egg Phil Hare was our Featured Guest in February. Somerville Gents, Dragonhead and Daisybell were amongst support acts. ( Phil returns to the Club in September 2016. Daisybell will share the Guest billing with Chris Tobin in June 2016). 

   Malc Gurnham and Gill Gilsenan headed the bill in March, with  Nunc, Sue Sanders, Dave Webb and Finger In The Jar amongst the other guests. Also appearing were the talented duo Sam Stephens and Gren Morris. Of which, more later.

    April 1st (appropriately) was " Comedy Night" our first "themed" night, and it turned out to be a cracker. There are so many good people writing or performing Comedy songs that it was difficult to fit them all in. We had slots from all the usual suspects, plus debuts from Joe Roberts, and John Neale. Mac Awe On Tour finished the evening, with a selection of mostly Black Parrot Seaside numbers.

    May 6th saw us finally drag Bill Bates in as our star man, and he entertained the Troops right royally. First appearances from Dipped Sheep and Peter McParland were an added bonus, as was the sheer luxury of floor spots from both Scarecrow AND Raintown Seers. These bands   had travelled in from Oxfordshire and North Derbyshire  respectively-such was/is the pulling power and growing reputation of NFC. Scarecrow return as  our February 2016 guests and Raintown Seers are the main billing  in March 2016. 

Bill Bates at NFC in May

    In June, two of our (many!) talented local acts, Jan Richardson and John Kearney had a Feature Spot each-one to end each half. This is a successful format which continues to offer an interesting alternative to our receptive and supportive audiences. John returns in August 2016, sharing our Feature slot once more-this time with our good mates K.C.Jones. Des Patalong, Dave Parr ,Brian Phillips and Hilary Wilson were among the support slots

    July saw our biggest turnout-estimated as somewhere near 150, to enjoy the impeccable talents of The Dubliners' Sean Cannon. It was the hottest night of the year in every sense-34c outside as the sun went down. (God knows what the temperature was inside-it felt like twice that!). Besides Sean we had debuts from three more bands-The S.J. Matanza Band, and local outfits Fray'd Knot and Comharsa. It was a triumphal return for Comharsa vocalist Mick Stanley, whom we'd last seen lying outside in the road after a horrific RTA in November. Sean returns by popular request (and because he is an old, loyal friend),in April 2016. 

Sean and a couple of fans at the front, sweating it out. Note the open door.  

      Due to some considerable idiocy on my behalf, a college reunion in Sussex coincided with our August meeting,so I was double booked. Nonetheless I managed to publicise the evening in advance by giving a bizarre "Live"  BBC Radio interview from the beach at Worthing.  Malc Gurnham and Gill stepped in as Guest Hosts, for another "shared " evening.  Nigel Ward stepped in for his debut, and there were also floor spots from Dipped Sheep and Brian Phillips. Dragonhead occupied our first half Feature spot, and the excellent Winter Wilson concluded what was an outstanding evening. They are returning for a Guest spot in 2016. The audience singing of John Kearney leading them all in " We Shall Overcome" apparently  went viral. 

The Wilsons rip it up at NFC in August

    I was back at the wheel for our September session, when harmony trio Thrupp'nny Bits were our featured Guests. Colin Squire and Chris Tobin made their NFC debuts, and there were return slots from Hilary Wilson, Daisybell and KC Jones.

       September actually saw TWO gigs at The Crown, as on the 30th, Atherstone, Bedworth and Nuneaton Folk Clubs combined to host a fund-raiser in memory of  Rich McMahon.We had hoped to book Rich in at The Crown, but he died in tragic circumstances, and far too early for such a young man,in May. His widow Maggie was there, on what turned out to be a terribly poignant evening. Nunc, Dave Webb,Bob Brooker, Band On The Rum (more debutantes) Finger In The Jar, John Kearney, KC Jones, Brian Phillips, Dave Parr and Mac Awe on Tour  all helped raise money for local charity SIFA Fireside.

         October saw our First Anniversary Bash. We had some excellent plans drawn up, but a devastating flu'-type virus swept the area and scuppered most of them!. Despite that, we had a fun night. Joe Roberts, John Wright, Hilary Wilson, Bob Brooker ,KC Jones Max Wright and Thrupp'nny Bits stepped in. The weeks (days?) of rehearsal Mac Awe on Tour had spent disintegrated as one by one our Guests were skittled out. John Kearney and I were the nucleus of the second half-but it was a happy collaboration-and one we shall see more of in 2016 at NFC and elsewhere. 

      November was a highlight. We finally got The Divine Kim  Lowings and the Greenwood to take centre stage. They shared the billing, with Terry and Jan Wisdom who elegantly concluded the first half. John Wright and Hilary Wilson appeared together and there were quality performances too that night, from returnees Malc Gurnham & Gill Gilsenan and Dragonhead and Chris Tobin and The Willow & Tool Band  who both made their debuts.

Kim Lowings & The Greenwood November 2015

     December 2nd seemed indecently early to start doing Christmas, but Nunc gave us Gaudete and Fairytale in New York to kick of the festivities. Our main guests were an early gift for NFC regulars-two stonking sets from the supremely talented (and disgustingly young) Danny Pedler and Rosie Butler-Hall. The stage was awash with musicians (and instruments) as bands Comharsa ,Thrupp'nny Bits and Fray'd Knot returned. Bob Brooker  and John Kearney did spots, as did Ian Bourne.

Danny Pedler &  Rosie Butler Hall -December 2015

On a sadder note

     The price you pay in becoming involved with so many good people is the shared pain and loss felt when things don't go well. Rich McMahon's untimely death early in 2015 hit many of us hard. Also, I'd got the  talented duo of Sam Stephens and Gren Morris pencilled in for a Guest spot this year, but in the course of 2015, Sam was  debilitated by a life-changing illness, as was Gren Morris. They had to pull out of Bedworth Folk Festival, and I feel we shall not see them together again.  

    Sue Sanders has guested on fiddle with both Black Parrot Seaside and Mac Awe on Tour, but is bravely fighting a serious illness. Hopefully we will welcome her back as a solo artiste (and Band member?)  in 2016. 

Get well soon, Sue!

    The brilliant Bill Bates gig in May was clouded for me by an awful phone call I received late in the evening. I had to hand over the compering and rush to a nearby hospital where my twin grandsons Robert and Raymond were in serious trouble and fighting for their lives. It was not a happy outcome which followed for me, but my friends in music were tremendously supportive as we all grieved afterwards. 

Tom Veasey

Tom Veasey at the wheel

       Do not despair-Tom is fit and well,but he leaves us in January 2016-and who can blame him-he's off on a world adventure, working for Disney! Tom has been a reliable unflappable Sound Man-the best I have ever worked with-and I shall miss his support and expertise greatly. Bon Voyage, Tom!

view from Tom's  Sound desk

Other items of note  Membership of our Facebook Group Page exceeded 200 in December 2015. 

Thanks to: 

       Staff of The Crown Nuneaton, but especially Julian and Sam (and Nelly!) who have kept me motivated and partially sane on First Wednesdays for 15 months now.
        Ray Buckler-for getting us a mention in the 2016 CAMRA Guide! 

      BBC CWR especially Keith Wedgebury, Phil Upton, Vic Minett and Brodie Swain and their respective producers, for the superb coverage they have given us during the year!       Stalwarts like John Kearney, Flossy McDougall,  Maggie Veasey, Sam Davies         Sue Sanders and Gill Gilsenan who helped with selling Folk Monthly Magazines ,selling raffle tickets and helping with the draw. 
    Phil Benson and Malc Gurnham for keeping the North Warwickshire Folk Triangle strong and alive. 

The Banners of the three clubs at The Crown during our  farewell to Rich McMahon

  

The Tilting Kettle who have donated two fantastic, individualised NFC cakes

Anyone (and there were many) who donated raffle prizes during 2015. What extraordinary generosity!  Anyone who helped out lugging equipment, transporting musicians and keeping me grounded. 
Our audiences. (see below) Some of the best chorus singing in the Midlands. if not the world. 

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Our performers. 56 so far. With more to come in 2016 

                                         HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Yes It Smells like Christmas

What’s that smear on Grandad’s shirt? What’s that stain on Grandma’s skirt?

What’s that steaming in the dirt?

RUDOLF! Smells like Christmas!

Lots of cheerful festive booze, fighting in the shopping queues

Just disasters on the news

Yes it smells like Christmas!

Pine trees oozing pungent sap, Polar bears and penguin crap

Fido drinking from the tap

Yes it smells like Christmas

Easter Eggs and Winter Sales, Got a waistband like two whales

Body Odour/armpits stale

Yes - they smell like Christmas.

Where’s it come from? That’s the question

Flatulence and Indigestion                                         CHORUS

Christmas Trees and Christmas Bells

Lots of awful Christmas smells

Hey! It smells like Christmas

Cinammon and Tangerines, Brussel sprouts and Christmas greens

Vampires on the Multiscreens

Yes It smells like Christmas

Same old rubbish on t.v. Ants inside the Christmas tree

Santa? Is that.... Reindeer wee?

Yes!- it smells like Christmas!

Pounding pavements, stinking feet, socks that whiff of rotting meat

Wheelie bins all full for weeks

Yuccch! They smell like Christmas!

Bird Flu, Plague and flies abound, Slush lies melting on the ground

Unwanted dogs and cats are drowned

Just because it's Christmas

Santa Claus has foetid breath The news is full of war and death

My neighbour's Brewing Crystal Meth

Yes- it stinks of Christmas!

The motorways and railways jam, my mailbox fills with dirty spam

Everyone hates Uncle Sam

It's definitely Christmas

Flu transmitted by the birds, carols full of empty words

Pavements cluttered with dog turds

Really smells like Christmas

Insurgents play with guns and swords, Norovirus shuts the wards

The Malls are full of sweating hordes

It must be Boxing Day.  

“ It was like a very good folk festival all in one night.” (Mick Stanley)

    How do you follow last month's glorious NFC session, where young Kim Lowings and Company tore the house down? Easy. Bring in Danny Pedler and Rosie Butler Hall for the last session of 2015. They arrived BY TRAIN, bless them, all excited and bubbly,with that disgustingly undisguised enthusiasm only being at Uni cannot hide! 

Danny Pedler & Rosie Butler Hall

    We had not one but TWO counter attractions within seven miles of our doors last night, so it was gratifying once again, to see standing room only upstairs at a newly-renovated Crown for their visit. Plus we had so many visiting musicians, we could have done with an extra stage to accommodate them all!

House full?

    With hindsight, it was an ambitious programme we had assembled as support for them, with not one but TWO bands, soloists trios and duos all coming and going. The Logistics Fairy screamed “No!” But with our fabulous Sound Man Tom Veasey back at the helm, the  and all our guests keeping to time, we got through what could have been a very challenging evening. 

The Maestro at his desk

  Nunc started events off at 8pm sharp with “ Cold Haily Windy Night “ and the atmospheric  seasonal carol, “Gaudete” -which was taken up enthusiastically by the audience. 

Nunc

            Bob Brooker followed, with a cameo including two songs from his excellent “Fully Restored” CD.   They were all requests,which shows you how popular Bob is becoming! By this stage, the audience were still coming up the stairs and finding all the seats had gone!

   Ian Bourne, a busy man on the Open Mic scene,dropped by to give us three of his extended repertoire. Ian, Nuneaton-based, was new to the venue and was artiste number 55 to debut there.

Ian Bourne

 Fray'd Knot then took to the stage, and ran through some splendidly traditional material. There were lots of them, and Tom was hard pressed to keep everything going!

Fray'd Knot

     John Kearney sang his immortal song about wanting to be Bob Dylan and then very kindly did one of mine-“Tiny Lights.” It's become a bit of a family anthem that one, referring as it does, to battling through a year scarred by tragedies. You could have heard a pin drop whilst he was doing it. Another hallmark of a great club is when an audience listens to a ballad or a quiet song and you can hear a pin drop. Finishing with “ We Shall Overcome.” you wouldn't have heard an RSJ drop. Who would have thought this song would still be so potent? But it was so apt, as simultaneously, down the M1, politicians were debating how best to kill more people most effectively.

John Kearney

    The Thrup'nny Bits were evidently feeling very festive and frisky. They gave us three typically well-arranged, well-delivered, impeccably sung numbers. To a very enthusiastic reception. A fitting warm up for the first set by Danny and Rosie.

The Bits are in full swing

     These two are, like Kim Lowings and The Greenwood, infectiously enthusiastic. They are musically hugely talented and yet gloriously grounded, with not a trace of the Diva about them. Everything that is new and fresh and dynamic about Folk Music, they easily held a large room entranced,throughout. Folky, Funky, Funny and Fogey-free, they are refreshingly young and full of enviable energy.

Coo! This is a bit arty!

A quick Interval and then another large ensemble, Comharsa, literally filled the stage, to get us under way again with “Home Boys Home” and “Cunia”. 

Comharsa

    Nunc followed up with our own arrangement of “ Fairytale in New York,” which went down really well. The raffle followed and thanks to the generosity of guests and performers, it took a while to hand over all those lovely prizes.

Cake donated by The Tilting Kettle. They take orders, you know!

      Having negotiated a few extra minutes with the Guv'nor, we concluded an outstanding evening with a second set from Danny and Rosie. I think they could have gone on all night, fiddling, stamping out the timing, pumping that accordion and including that  lovely hurdy gurdy.  The audience loved it-and genuinely just didn't want to go home! Quality, sheer quality,the whole evening!. The photos incidentally, are by Max Wright,John Kearney and the Old Mac Awe himself. 

View from Tom's desk. 

Beyond Compere: a Beduff Retrospective-

      A final, possibly even unique  retrospective, from a slightly different angle this time, on the weekend's 39^th Bedworth Folk Festival. In all the back-slapping afterwards on Facebook, fulsome tribute was paid ( quite rightly) to all those who contributed towards this wonderful spectacle. Namely:
    The Organisers, of course and in particular, Malc and Gill, without whom there would not have been a Festival at all. Ever. Performers and artistes with their immense and eclectic contributions. Musicians and,dancers.Narrators,storytellers and singers. Also acknowledged is the magic woven by the various Sound Crews, the brilliant audiences and the sheer hard work of the Stewards. We've saluted the patient bar staff (at all the venues), thanked Security and Catering. We've applauded the photographers and the wandering minstrels. We've thanked the people of Beduff for their hospitality, the Civic Hall management and the Rugby Club Committee.We've thanked those who braved the elements singing outside the Almshouses and the Funfair for providing that unobtrusive Saturday night backdrop. Let's hear it too for the  Litter bins, the lamp posts, the pigeons  and that little kitten from up the road at Number 42. That's everyone,then, isn't it?

     Well no, not quite.  Let's hear it also for the M.C.'s. Their contribution cannot be overlooked. The Comperes, those unsung heroes and heroines of The Meet and Greet. Shepherding fractious,nervous, over-confident and occasionally distressed guests to and from their venues, rounding up audiences too, as they go along. Of course, most guests have been to a BFF before, but a smile and a familiar face for them can be very settling. Some guests are new- “ Bedduff Virgins,” as Malc terms them, and  it's an adventure that could go wrong, but seldom does. When I've done BFF as a performer, it is nice to be met by an M.C. Whether Ali O' Brien, Norman Wheatley or Dave Fry, they have always combined banter with boosting self-confidence. It's good to chat to someone who can put you at ease. Or a 'gofer' who can supply a soft drink mid-performance, arrange for  a kit-kat and directions to the Green Room.

     Friday Night at the Rugby Club was the easiest task of the lot, as I knew everyone I had to introduce and they all knew the Rugby Club venue, too. Most of them had appeared at Nuneaton Folk Club, and a couple had even played with me in bands, in the past. I also knew the bar staff and Cousin Tom the Sound Man. An excellent prospect, overall. With so little to do (and because I knew them all), it seemed incumbent upon me to spice up their intros a little with a few extra facts. Or, in the case of The Old 'Uns, some libel, defamation of character and invention. I can state now categorically that Malc Gurnham's latest album is not " Songs From The Commode."  -An easy mistake to make. 

    Logistically, the only question mark was actually against me, having spent the previous couple of days on crutches, whilst at the mercies of Mrs. Itis's young lad Arthur. However, with the help of Wolvey Taxis and despite Hurricane Aloysius threatening to sweep tents off the lawn, I got there in time and intact. With the courage of the exemplary Graeme Knights as my role model I even arrived without my sticks, although I paid dearly for that conceit with some ice-packs on Sunday.

    Dragonhead kicked off  Friday evening. A compere's dream, they are. Always on time and  in place, and they stick to timings. They got the joint poppin' and smiled politely at the jokes I did whilst introducing them, about Daniel O'Donnell, John's erstwhile career in Baking, and Clairvoyancy. ( There's no future in it).

    The Old Un's had rehearsed well and had done a very thorough sound test beforehand, so there was nothing for me to do, but insult them. I had some very old fashioned looks from the stars of TOO,as I outlined their careers to date but the audience seemed to enjoy it, and Sue Benson told me she almost injured herself laughing.
  The Old 'Uns fairly spanked through two 45 minute sets including a brief interval for everyone to get their breath back, and a gusset sorry, guest appearance from Bill Bates. He  seemed far too young to me to qualify, but there you go. 

a few of the Old 'Uns: L to R. Elaine,Malc, John,? Gill

      There was even an encore, and that left Malc himself, Mr. Festival, to welcome Bill Bates and Keith Donnelly who were going to finish the evening with a Late Night concert. When I left, well past midnight, they were in full stride, alternating turn by turn and doing the stuff that has made them so popular on the Folk Circuit.

    Saturday dawned...well it just dawned. Let's say I was mildly hung over- by perhaps a little too much of The Bishop whilst watching Keith and Bill last night, as I risked the vagaries of the local bus service to get to The Civic Hall by 11am, in time for an early spot of compering. Both guests were slightly ill at ease on arrival.  Flaky Tarts I had not met before, but they were two utterly charming blokes in Beach Shirts  who interacted well with each other. A motorway navigation error en route had left them feeling they were a little late, but actually, we managed to get them signed in, plugged in and under way bang on schedule. 

The Flaky Tarts get to grips whilst Tone looks on enthusiastically.

    They shared a very chatty informal session with Tony Portlock, who I had compered before. Inscrutable, talented both as a musician and songwriter, Tony is always a bit of an unknown quantity. Although the heating was on, it had been a damp, cold start to the day, and all three guitarists had a few initial issues with getting fingers warmed up. This did not detract from their performance or their material. As we headed towards the close of the session, Tony was also struggling with sugar levels, however, being like me , a T2D. He left the Flaky Tarts to finish, whilst he went off in search of a top-up. The FT's were neither Flaky nor Tarty, by the way.

    A few hours later, I was back to host a  session led by my good friends Scarecrow. Again, this was laughably easy, but to make it look professional, the audience and I asked them (as requested) intelligent questions about material, instrumentation and arrangements.

    By my reckoning, in just one hour, Scarecrow used 12 instruments between the three of them! We learned a bit more about their background,and some of their songs.I kept Rey supplied with throat sweets (Hall's Extra Strong Mentholyptus and Vocalzone) , and a delightful 60 minutes flew by. Miriam Backhouse and Moses and the Ref dropped by for the final bit. And it was LOVELY to see a very much better-looking Catherine Cope.

Scarecrow

     Later on Saturday evening, I was back at the Rugby Club for a session featuring Chris Tobin,Tony Portlock, Dragonhead and Scolds Bridle. It would be fair to say it was a mixed audience to begin with, with Folkies and Rugby Club stalwarts sharing the bar.(Timothy Taylor had replaced The Bishop by this time).  Hurricane Bertha was tousling the campers tents this time, so there was noise inside and outside to begin with. 

    Chris easily and instantly wove his magic, and had the whole room eating out of his hand (not literally) before the end of the first song. Billy Fury, The Beatles, Bruce Chanel and Buddy Holly numbers got the audience singing enthusiastically. Indeed, so enthused was I by his Buddy Holly, that I son- bombed his encore and between us we did “Rave-On” together.

Chris does not do any Frankie Vaughan. or does he?

  Tony was still evidently struggling again physically, but his performance was not diminished at all. He did some Blues, some Country and a a few of his own,but he was running out of steam and had to finish a little early. I filled the gap by inveigling John Harris into accompanying me in an impromptu version of “All Over Now,” before Dragonhead did another superb set.

Geoff & John getting to grips with " All Over Now "

     Which left Liz and Sue. Scolds Bridle, all the way from The Wirral. They concluded this first concert with some tastefully arranged and heartily sung songs, and a few slightly racier ones. A Scolds Bridle is an instrument of torture, but this was nothing like torture. Nice harmonies, good picking from Liz and strong vocals from Sue. We managed to engineer an encore and this time I kept my trap shut!

Scolds Bridle, looking very dapper!

      Was the evening over? Well not quite, as approaching the interval between the early and late concerts, the lovely Charmaine behind the bar. was going through a bad patch. Charmaine has been the regular bar staff at the Rugby Club Sessions of Bedworth Folk Club, and a nicer more accommodating host could not be found. But she'd had a nasty car crash the previous day and was feeling the consequences. A flood of latecomers came in from The Civic hall, but all managed to get served and settled before the indefatigable Graeme Knights took to the stage for a one-man singing display. In his shorts of many pockets, he launched stridently into a string of fairly Industrial Nautical songs,laced with a few shanties and anecdotes.

     The Timothy Taylors was flowing like-well like Timothy Taylors when I finally took my leave, again well-beyond midnight, to meet my taxi. I knew I could leave Graeme and the Gang to close things down. He's done this sort of thing before, you know. 

Top Twenty Night at Warwick

A cracking night along the A46 on Monday, with Warwick Folk Club's annual Top Twenty Bash. A host of Stars on 45 admirably compered by Norman Wheatley, took us through  a  packed programme of nostalgia, with individual performers and sketches breaking up the evening.

      Mr. Wheatley opened proceedings with " Sunny Afternoon" and " Mr. Bojangles."  Mike Moyes  then followed with " Daydream Believer" and Peter Paul and Mary's " In The Early Morning Rain."  I was due to be there as part of Nunc,  in which case we would have done "After The Gold Rush "  and Fairground Attraction's "Perfect." This was not to be however, so in solo form I did Billy Bragg's " Between The Wars" and an effortless segue of "All Over Now " and " Rave On" which I introduced as " Rave Over Now."

     Sue Harris went easy on herself, selecting " Killing Me Softly" and " You were always on my mind," as her opening gambit.  Ian Dyson did  remarkable things with a banjo before Peter Wimpenny introduced us to a unique interpretation of Dave Berry's " The Crying Game." Rik Middleton, creative as ever, treated us to  Pat Boone's " Love Letters in The Sand" and Abba's " Fernando".    Maggie Coleman did "Farewell Angelina", which charted for Joan Baez in..and "Scarborough Fair."

      In the second half, Robin Kaye, shorn of his more famous brother Danny, made an ambitious tilt at The Moody Blues' " Nights in White Satin'" and followed that with another easy project," The Sounds of Silence."The incomparable Chris Tobin crooned " Alfie," and then accompanied Sue Jefferies on the Springfield's hit " Island Of Dreams."

      During the second half,  Martin Day treated us to " Ghost Riders In The Sky."  What MD did not know was that when I first moved from the City to the country, in 1987, each Friday night, the chorus of this song would echo eerily across the Anker Valley for hours after closing time, as the Cowpokes and Sheep herders of North East Warwickshire staggered nostalgically home from the aptly-named Bull's Head. So another happy moment for me.

     The inappropriately named Melancholy Brothers did a fabulous arrangement of  The Byrd's " 8 Miles High,"  and followed it with a Roxy Music cover. 
       Breathless, we sat back as Keith Donnelly growled  lout a basso profundo cover of Lee Marvin's " I was born under a wanderin' star.'  Keith does a highly recommended alternative parody of Ghost Riders-" Ghost Eiders in The Sky", about spooky geese, but he chose on Monday to follow his opener with Dean Martin's " Gentle On My Mind."
Ian Pittaway finished the evening, with an extraordinary version of "Bob The Builder", played as a Galliard, on a Lute.
     After an evening packed with memories and good audience singing, as the Tumbleweed drifted up the deserted Castle Street, we made our way home and dreamed of our Youth. 


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