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Bank holidays

In wanting to update everything about the sticky work situation, I have neglected to write about the lovely bank holiday weekend we had, and lovely it most certainly was. For a start, this was the first year I’ve been able to fully appreciate a four day weekend for what it is, being the first year I’ve been working full time either side! It just seemed to go on forever, despite being filled with enjoyable stuff!

I made it down to London late on Thursday night, and on Friday we spent the day with Chris’ older brother and family, chatting, eating, drinking and all that stuff. As well as a rather entertaining trip to the Natural History Museum at Tring. Think lots of stuffed animals and you’re about there. Very odd to see all sorts of animals we encountered in Kenya stuffed and behind glass. Friday evening saw us return to London to meet Never Conforming and her missus, have a nice dinner in the crypt at St Martin in the Fields, and then a trip out to Greenwich on Saturday. A good amount of time to chat and catch up on the various happenings in each of our lives, of which there seem to be many! Nice to have a few days to chew the fat when recently we’ve only had one or even just an evening.

Saturday evening some of us, along with some other friendly folkie types went to see our favourite Barnsley lass in a rather nice venue. Kate was on good form, but also well matched by the accompanying Red Skies string ensemble. Difficult to find a website for them, but suffice to say, if you get a chance, they’re worth a listen.

After Easter Sunday service at Hinde Street we headed out on our travels again, this time in the direction of Leamington Spa for Chris’ brother’s 21st birthday. One night staying in a student house reminded me just how long it was since I was one, and that single beds are definitely only made for one. On Monday, Joe’s actual birthday, we went out for a rather posh meal at a restaurant nearby. You can tell its posh when you have luncheon not lunch. But the place was quiet and sophisticated, the boys (mostly) wore jackets, and some had fun trying to decipher the menu! French speakers are handy to have around. The food was lovely, the setting very pretty, and the company wonderful. Some photos in the grounds while the sun was shining to show the gallivanting parents that their sons do scrub up well when pushed!

All in all, a jam packed but relaxed and easy weekend. A perfect introduction to the delights of double bank holidays!

Three folk singers in a pub near Wells…

There’s something magical about live music that’s completely different to listening to a CD, no matter how good the recording. Experiencing the sound as its being produced, with all the subtle changes, and minor (and even major!) slip ups which you don’t get with a polished recording. Its a unique experience, which is probably part of its charm- no matter how many times you see the same band or singer, each event is different from the last.

I’ve been lucky enough over the last few months to be able to see some of my all time favourite musicians, in such a wide variety of venues; Fairport Convention in the Birmingham Symphony Hall, and then Show of Hands in the Albert Hall- the largest most impressive venues I’ve ever been to for a folk gig! There was something truly awe inspiring about looking round the Royal Albert Hall, seeing it filled with that many people, all there to see these two men from Devon standing at the front with guitar and fiddle! And hearing the whole place resound to the tune of some of their great singalongs- the whole Albert Hall singing Roots?! “Three folk singers in a pub near Wells” wasn’t as offensive an idea to those there that night! Maybe English folk isn’t as dead as we thought..

Since then I also managed to see Eliza Carthy, the first folkie I ever saw live, and a favourite ever since, in the Pontardawe Arts Centre, with her band the Ratcatchers (including John and John of Speirs and Boden fame). Songs I’ve listened to many many times, and thought I knew well, suddenly came to life again before me, through the description of the stories they tell- of separated sweethearts and insanely jealous lovers, all mixed in with a good bit of murder and set to a sea shanty!

Last weekend I went to see Phil Beer on his solo tour, in the Bristol Folk House, where he was joined by the loverly Miranda Sykes and her double bass, and lively traditional folk trio Isambarde. A fun filled evening of singalongs and laughter (even if it was due to the terrible jokes!) but primarily of some of the finest traditional music I’ve heard in a while (entirely subjectively of course, as all of this is).

There’s something very different in hearing new music, because your brain hasn’t decided in advance what to expect, its all new, so you listen more carefully. You hear every slight variation in the sound of the voice, every change in tempo and tone. The rising and falling of each instrument, both blending together as a whole, and yet remaining distinct so you can hear the fiddle, the guitar, the bass.. These things you notice when you hear a tune for the first time, happen again, even with a tune you know so well, when you see it live. That’s the magic of it, and that’s why, no matter how many gigs I’ve been to, there’ll always be another.

So who’s up for the next one then?