Now...
What went on exactly...?
The Big Ships Are Sailing: John
Sing With Me Now: Eddie
Sibella: Anthony
7 Days: Mike
Love Is Pleasing: Mave
If I Could Only Make You Care: Berry
Oh! Lord It's Hard To Be Humble: Ray
?: George
Katy And The Dream-time Land: Jasmin
Dublin In The Rare Old Times: Bill 1.2
Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child: Maggie
The Plough Man: Bill 1.1
Some Rival: Jenny/Bill 1.1
Let The Sea Rage On: Paul
Streams Of Lovely Nancy: Colin
Keep Your Skillet Good And Greasy: Bill 1.1/David
Young Willie Oil Lad: John
The Night Is Young: Eddie
A Beatles Medley: Anthony
White Lily Water: Mike
My Flower, My Companion And Me: Mave
Nobodies Sweetheart Now: Berry
The Eyes Of A Child: Jasmin/George
Crystal Chandeliers: Ray
Theme For Young Lovers: Bill 1.2/Berry
Old Fashioned Millionaire: Maggie
The Deadly Wars: Bill 1.1
A Little Biddy Tear: Paul/Bill 1.1
More rubber chicken....
A chronicle of 'doings' for posterity... and other things of little consequence!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Being the 5th of September 2008...
The Five Stages of Drinking
LEVEL 1:
It's 11:00 on a weeknight, you've had a few beers. You get up to leave because you have work the next day and one of your friends buys another round. One of your UNEMPLOYED friends. Here at level one you think to yourself, "Oh come on, this is silly, why as long as I get seven hours of sleep (snap fingers), I'm cool.".
LEVEL 2:
It's midnight. You've had a few more beers. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing against artificial turf. You get up to leave again, but at level two, a little devil appears on your shoulder. And now you're thinking, "Hey! I'm out with my friends! What am I working for anyway? These are the good times! Besides, as long as I get five hours sleep (snaps fingers) I'm cool.".
LEVEL 3:
One in the morning. You've abandoned beer for tequila. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing FOR artificial turf. And now you're thinking, "That barmaid is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" At level three, you love the world. On the way to the toilet you buy a drink for the stranger at the end of the bar just because you like his face. You get drinking fantasies. (like,"Hey lads, if we bought our own bar, we could live together forever. We could do it. Tommy, you could cook.") But at level three, that devil is a little bit bigger....and he's buying. And you're thinking "Oh, come on, come on now. As long as I get three hours sleep...and a complete change of blood (snaps fingers), I'm cool.".
LEVEL 4:
Two in the morning. And the devil is bartending. For last call, you ordered a bottle of rum and a Coke. You ARE artificial turf! This time on your way to the toilets, you punch the stranger at the end of the bar. Just because you don't like his face! You and your friends decide to leave, right after you get thrown out, and one of you knows an ...after hours club. And here, at level four, you actually think to yourself, "Well....as long as I'm only going to get a few hours sleep anyway, I may as well.... STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!!! Yeah! That'd be good for me. I don't mind going to that board meeting looking like Keith Richards. Yeah, I'll turn that around, make it work for me. And besides, as long as I get 31 hours sleep tomorrow ...................cool.
LEVEL 5:
Five in the morning. after unsuccessfully trying to get your money back at the tattoo parlor ("But I don't even know anybody named Kylie!!!"), you and your friends wind up in The City Folk Club with guys who have been in prison as recently as...that morning. It's the kind of place where even the devil isn't going, "Uh, I gotta turn in. I gotta be in Hell- at nine. I've got that brunch with Hitler, I can't miss that." At this point, you're all drinking some kind of thick blue liquor, like something from a Klingon wedding. A woman with fresh stitches comes over, and you think to yourself, "Someday I'm gonna marry that girl!!" One of your friends stands up and screams, "WE'RE DRIVIN' TO NORFOLK!!!!!"- and passes out. You crawl outside for air , and then you hit the worst part of level five- the sun. You weren't expecting that were you? You never do. You walk out of a bar in daylight, and you see people on their way to work, or jogging. And they look at you-and they know. And they say..."Who's Kylie?" Let's be honest, if you're 19 and you stay up all night, it's like a victory like you've beat the night, but if you're over 30, then that sun is like God's flashlight. We all say the same prayer then, "I swear, I will never do this again (how long?) as long as I live!" And some of us have that little addition, "and this time, I mean it!"
Lets look through the square window shall we...?
What Are They Doing In Heaven Today: David
All Among The Barley: Colin
A Patchwork: John
The Ups and Downs: Bill 1.1
Will You?: Mick
What Have They Done To The Rain?: Bill 1.2
A Nightingale Sang In Berkley Square: George
Aged and Mellow: Jasmin
This Land Is Your Land: Ray
Well Well Well: Les
The Hour That Ship Comes In: Mike
Wave Over Wave: Mave
Silver Dagger, Turtle Dove: Ken
Teach Your Children Well: Lynda/Paul
Usgudar: Maggie
Raining In My Heart: Paul
Rhythm Of The Rain/Here Comes The Sun: David
The Blackbird: Colin
All The Lies You Told Me: John
The Merry Blacksmith/The Banshee: Mick
Castles In The Air: Bill 1.2
Hallelujah: Jasmin/George
Fields Of Athenry: Ray
Fort Worth Blues: Les
Farewell Farewell: Mike
Bear-hug Blues: Maggie
How's The World Treating You?: Lynda/Paul
Little Actress: Jasmin
Noah: Paul
Thank you to all of you who braved the appalling weather to attend this evening and...
Congratulations to Mave & Ken for achieving 38 years of married bliss...
LEVEL 1:
It's 11:00 on a weeknight, you've had a few beers. You get up to leave because you have work the next day and one of your friends buys another round. One of your UNEMPLOYED friends. Here at level one you think to yourself, "Oh come on, this is silly, why as long as I get seven hours of sleep (snap fingers), I'm cool.".
LEVEL 2:
It's midnight. You've had a few more beers. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing against artificial turf. You get up to leave again, but at level two, a little devil appears on your shoulder. And now you're thinking, "Hey! I'm out with my friends! What am I working for anyway? These are the good times! Besides, as long as I get five hours sleep (snaps fingers) I'm cool.".
LEVEL 3:
One in the morning. You've abandoned beer for tequila. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing FOR artificial turf. And now you're thinking, "That barmaid is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" At level three, you love the world. On the way to the toilet you buy a drink for the stranger at the end of the bar just because you like his face. You get drinking fantasies. (like,"Hey lads, if we bought our own bar, we could live together forever. We could do it. Tommy, you could cook.") But at level three, that devil is a little bit bigger....and he's buying. And you're thinking "Oh, come on, come on now. As long as I get three hours sleep...and a complete change of blood (snaps fingers), I'm cool.".
LEVEL 4:
Two in the morning. And the devil is bartending. For last call, you ordered a bottle of rum and a Coke. You ARE artificial turf! This time on your way to the toilets, you punch the stranger at the end of the bar. Just because you don't like his face! You and your friends decide to leave, right after you get thrown out, and one of you knows an ...after hours club. And here, at level four, you actually think to yourself, "Well....as long as I'm only going to get a few hours sleep anyway, I may as well.... STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!!! Yeah! That'd be good for me. I don't mind going to that board meeting looking like Keith Richards. Yeah, I'll turn that around, make it work for me. And besides, as long as I get 31 hours sleep tomorrow ...................cool.
LEVEL 5:
Five in the morning. after unsuccessfully trying to get your money back at the tattoo parlor ("But I don't even know anybody named Kylie!!!"), you and your friends wind up in The City Folk Club with guys who have been in prison as recently as...that morning. It's the kind of place where even the devil isn't going, "Uh, I gotta turn in. I gotta be in Hell- at nine. I've got that brunch with Hitler, I can't miss that." At this point, you're all drinking some kind of thick blue liquor, like something from a Klingon wedding. A woman with fresh stitches comes over, and you think to yourself, "Someday I'm gonna marry that girl!!" One of your friends stands up and screams, "WE'RE DRIVIN' TO NORFOLK!!!!!"- and passes out. You crawl outside for air , and then you hit the worst part of level five- the sun. You weren't expecting that were you? You never do. You walk out of a bar in daylight, and you see people on their way to work, or jogging. And they look at you-and they know. And they say..."Who's Kylie?" Let's be honest, if you're 19 and you stay up all night, it's like a victory like you've beat the night, but if you're over 30, then that sun is like God's flashlight. We all say the same prayer then, "I swear, I will never do this again (how long?) as long as I live!" And some of us have that little addition, "and this time, I mean it!"
Lets look through the square window shall we...?
What Are They Doing In Heaven Today: David
All Among The Barley: Colin
A Patchwork: John
The Ups and Downs: Bill 1.1
Will You?: Mick
What Have They Done To The Rain?: Bill 1.2
A Nightingale Sang In Berkley Square: George
Aged and Mellow: Jasmin
This Land Is Your Land: Ray
Well Well Well: Les
The Hour That Ship Comes In: Mike
Wave Over Wave: Mave
Silver Dagger, Turtle Dove: Ken
Teach Your Children Well: Lynda/Paul
Usgudar: Maggie
Raining In My Heart: Paul
Rhythm Of The Rain/Here Comes The Sun: David
The Blackbird: Colin
All The Lies You Told Me: John
The Merry Blacksmith/The Banshee: Mick
Castles In The Air: Bill 1.2
Hallelujah: Jasmin/George
Fields Of Athenry: Ray
Fort Worth Blues: Les
Farewell Farewell: Mike
Bear-hug Blues: Maggie
How's The World Treating You?: Lynda/Paul
Little Actress: Jasmin
Noah: Paul
Thank you to all of you who braved the appalling weather to attend this evening and...
Congratulations to Mave & Ken for achieving 38 years of married bliss...
Beresford Greene Speaks...
Rather uncharacteristically I got up late this Saturday morning. Let it be known that I am not in the best of temper having missed The Regnum City Folk Club last night. To fuel my angst, and more in hope than realistic expectation, I have called up the BLOG to see if what I missed is yet posted. I fully expected to be disappointed. However, the reason for my increased fervour isn't seeing the songs that I missed, nay, it is a discourse on the merits of the unaccompanied song. Oh - do I have things to say about all that!
First of all I must define the words that I will use in some form of glossary. I'm only interested here in getting my meaning over, not in redefining these words for the world to use. Before I do that, let me tell you some of my perceptions. Amongst our number there are all sorts of intellect. There are those who, whether actually so or not, would choose for themselves the great gift of being a smartarse! Then there are those who have never wondered about anything and seem happy as Larry just to be there, an accepted part of it - for once. They wouldn't normally be allowed in - anywhere, - but here, in the Folk Clubs, they seem as welcome as anyone. They are as roundly applauded as the seasoned performer.
When all is said & done I know that I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to the local clubs that have given me & my hobby such a welcome. In relation to that I don't care deeply about anything. FACT!
I wish so that I could speak with my doctor, but I know so little about my body!
Glossary: -
Music - Derived from Greek said to be sound(s) organised in time, elements of which are Pitch, Rhythm, Dynamics, & texture. Allied to these are tempo, meter, articulation, melody, harmony, & timbre. {Not though, a noise created by any means whatsoever!}.
Song - Used to describe a composition for the human vocals.
Instrumental - a musical composition without vocals.
Tune, Composition, Melody - A musical piece that may be either with or without vocals
Prose - Writing that resembles everyday speech.
Poetry - Art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities
Rhyme - A repetition of identical or similar sounds in two or more different words and is most often used in poetry & songs.
Lyric - Composition in verse which is sung to a melody to constitute a song
Impress - To affect strongly, often favourably
Entertain - An activity designed to give people pleasure or relaxation.
Hobby - Hobbies are practiced for interest and enjoyment, rather than financial reward
So what is it that I wanted to say? I wanted to say something like this:-
There seems to be four or five ways to exploit the above. Music, Song, Tune, Rhyme & Poetry. This gets expanded when two are put together as happens in a Composition.
So what did I want to say then? - Although there can be a certain symbiosis when in composition, it often seems to happen that the one is spoiled by the other. A good musical piece would prefer to stand by itself, just as I suppose, would a piece of prose or poetry. Would it be that each segment is as easy to achieve as some would appear to believe. If one had to award merit in terms of difficulty, where would the music or instrumental stand in relation to the lyric? Don't compound this with general merit. Why not then?
Do we speak the more, or do we sing the more? Is singing the same thing as music? What value is an instrumental? Which is the more difficult? Singing, Talking or playing? Ask my cat. She knows! Why don't you then?
What of "Tradition"? Must we forever stay in the past? Yet dare we to let it all go? How far may we progress and, here it comes now, at what speed? Does money & innovation have any place inside a Folk Club? Come along now tell me now, don't hold back. How long is it since whence thee ate? Does it matter? Does it affect the artistic merit? If so, why so?
Get on wiv it!
Berry
P.S. Who was Frank Purslow? responsible for the huge amount of work on the George Gardiner (and Hammond Bros) Song collections. Oh great!
A.L Lloyd? - his father was an AA Patrolman and failed smallholder! Oh great!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Being the 29th of August 2008....
A gardener was at his labours in his master's garden when Death appeared to him...
The horrified gardener ran to his master and said...
"Master, master I have seen Death in your garden. Give me a horse that I might escape his cold clutches..."
"Why certainly you may take a horse, but where will you ride...?" Asked the master...
"I will ride to the city of Chichester and hide myself up within it's strong walls..." Replied the frightened wretch...
Away went the gardener on his master's horse cutting the whip deep...
The master then took a turn about his garden and he to meet Death...
With anger fuelled courage the master strode up to Death and demanded to know why he had scared his gardener so...
"To be honest" said Death "I was quite taken aback to meet a man I have an appointment with tonight at the City Folk Club in Chichester..."
Over to Jimmy Saville O.B.E....
"Now then, now then boys and gals what did the lovely people sing this week...?"
Chutney On My Spats: David
Stonewalling: Mave
Factory Girl: Adrian
Till The Stars Fall From The Sky: Yvonne/Mike
You Are My Heroine: Mike
The King Of Rome: John
Try A Little Tenderness: George
The Mary Ellen Carter: Ken/Mave
Silver Dagger: Anne
O Sole Mio (Parody Version): Gerry
Parody of Famous Folk Song: Jenny/Gerry
All My Love: Bill 2
Winchester Cathedral: Brenda/Berry
Whispering: Berry
Wild Mountain Thyme: Jane/Dave
The Rose: Lynda
Bold General Wolfe: Colin
Multiplication: Paul
Fare Thee Well Dearest Nancy: David
Sea Cruise: Ken/Berry
A Rovin': (Naughty) Mave
House Carpenter: Adrian
Whiskery Bob: Yvonne/Mike
The Fields of Athenry: ?
Goodbye My Nancy O: John
It's Only A Paper Moon: George
Where Are You Tonight: Anne
?: Gerry
?: Jenny/Gerry
Today I Killed A Man: Bill 2
Travellin' Light: Berry
"Uh-ooo-uh-ooo-uh_ooo thanks very much to the lovely Ladies and Gentlemen..."
Finally...
Word Of The Week:
Ken...!
The horrified gardener ran to his master and said...
"Master, master I have seen Death in your garden. Give me a horse that I might escape his cold clutches..."
"Why certainly you may take a horse, but where will you ride...?" Asked the master...
"I will ride to the city of Chichester and hide myself up within it's strong walls..." Replied the frightened wretch...
Away went the gardener on his master's horse cutting the whip deep...
The master then took a turn about his garden and he to meet Death...
With anger fuelled courage the master strode up to Death and demanded to know why he had scared his gardener so...
"To be honest" said Death "I was quite taken aback to meet a man I have an appointment with tonight at the City Folk Club in Chichester..."
Over to Jimmy Saville O.B.E....
"Now then, now then boys and gals what did the lovely people sing this week...?"
Chutney On My Spats: David
Stonewalling: Mave
Factory Girl: Adrian
Till The Stars Fall From The Sky: Yvonne/Mike
You Are My Heroine: Mike
The King Of Rome: John
Try A Little Tenderness: George
The Mary Ellen Carter: Ken/Mave
Silver Dagger: Anne
O Sole Mio (Parody Version): Gerry
Parody of Famous Folk Song: Jenny/Gerry
All My Love: Bill 2
Winchester Cathedral: Brenda/Berry
Whispering: Berry
Wild Mountain Thyme: Jane/Dave
The Rose: Lynda
Bold General Wolfe: Colin
Multiplication: Paul
Fare Thee Well Dearest Nancy: David
Sea Cruise: Ken/Berry
A Rovin': (Naughty) Mave
House Carpenter: Adrian
Whiskery Bob: Yvonne/Mike
The Fields of Athenry: ?
Goodbye My Nancy O: John
It's Only A Paper Moon: George
Where Are You Tonight: Anne
?: Gerry
?: Jenny/Gerry
Today I Killed A Man: Bill 2
Travellin' Light: Berry
"Uh-ooo-uh-ooo-uh_ooo thanks very much to the lovely Ladies and Gentlemen..."
Finally...
Word Of The Week:
Ken...!
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