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Remembering Pete Seeger ...

How many of our generation were introduced to American folk music by this man?

Here's the BBC news today: Pete Seeger dies at the age of 94.

Pete was a musician, poet and social commentator of his time ... 
an active pacifist and protester.

He was indicted for 'Un-American Activities' in the McCarthy considerations.
(For 'considerations' read 'repressive trials'.)

What did he do wrong?
Nothing!

He wrote and performed with integrity about things in which he believed.

He crafted songs of contemporary importance ... those songs we all remember.
He said and sang his piece (peace.)

We still sing his songs.
Those songs live on.

We can forgive him for being a banjo player!

RIP.

When will they/we ever learn?

Being Friday the 24th of January, 2014 ...

It rained ...

Angela demonstrated appropriate footwear.

Paul borrowed Angela's waterproof jacket ...

"Don't you think it's time we went indoors?"

Tony reminded us that it will be Burns Night on the morrow ...

"Toe-rags round blistered feet ..."
sang Tony.

That led us to discuss the penalties for naked rambling ...

Mike was the only person to remove a single outer layer of clothing.
Everyone else shivered.

Seriously now, we were pleased to welcome Berry as MC, just recently recovering from a new virus, (as-yet to be classified.)
He handled the evening particularly well.

The death-count was minimal ... only three.
Heartbreak, however, was a common subject and there was significant melancholia.

We experienced two urban sunsets ...

This one's over Barnsley.

Then we went home in some unreasonable anticipation 'that another day may shine with brighter light.'

"We should have taken the train," said Jane.

Being Friday the 17th of January, 2014 ...

Paul opened with a hydro-electric wonder of the modern world ...

Native Americans weren't too happy about this.

Then Angela and Paul's song included something about a very strange topographical inversion ...

Blame those moles in the ground!

What else?

Dogsbody welcomed two new lives into the world ...

David charmed us with a hornpipe ...

Do not make eye-contact.
It puts him off!

Connor sang about a solo musician ...

Angela had a simile for love ...

Angela seems to have a thing about lepidopterae.

Molly, when invited to perform, said, "If only I had a brain."
Connor, accompanying, responded, "Sorry, I don't remember that one!"

There was fiddling, strumming, picking, harping and whistling, (but no dancing!) good company and much more before we went home humming about something pleasant and delightful.

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Now, about those sponsored requests ...

The good news is that we have collated 46 requests for performance on or after our meeting in aid of Prostate Cancer UK on 7th February.

Look out for this tin and request forms.
They will be available at the club for the next two weeks.

It will cost you only £1.00 to hear your heart's desire.