Up to about fourteen, I didn’t realise that there was a modern alternative to pop music that got in the charts. That’s not all that surprising really, because I also hadn’t realised that you could go into a record shop and buy whatever records you wanted either. Then I saw The Smiths on Top of…
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Nostalgia For Cold, Rainy, Dark Days in England in The 1970s, Part 1: Brotherhood of Man – Angelo.
As usual, it takes me a long time to work out what cleverer people understand instantly. What that means is that I’ve realised that I’m quite a nostalgic person and, ironically, always have been. Maybe that’s the real point – because I’m a bit on the slow side, I’m always trying to work out what…
Hey Nonny, Odds & Sods: Tolerable Folk Music, Part 5
As regular readers of this blog/website/whatever it is have worked out by now, I have an awkward relationship with Folk Music in the same sort of way that I have awkward sorts of relationships with most things. Everything, probably. Like I said last time, I think I’m probably a bit brain damaged. I’m not looking…
Hey Nonny, In The Jingle Pentangle Morning I’ll Come Nonnying You. Tolerable Folk Music, part 4: The Pentangle.
Preamble Folk music of the mid 1960s to the early 1970s sounds best in autumn and winter, except Donovan, who’s made for spring and summer. The nights have drawn in, it’s raining and it’s cold, which means that I’ve started listening The Pentangle again, which means that Mrs Middlerabbit has no truck with any of…
(Get) Back To School. Or, How The Beatles (Didn’t) Split Up In 1969.
“… it wasn’t a happy time. It said(on the back of the sleeve) it was a ‘new-phase Beatles album’ and there was nothing further from the truth. That was the last Beatles album and everybody knew it.” Paul McCartney, November 1971 I thought it would be good to go out, the shitty version, because it…
Not The World’s Strongest Man. Or, How I Mistook Billy Liar For An Instruction Manual. Updated.
Nb: if you’ve arrived because you’re under the impression that you can read about Scott Walker’s song, The World’s Strongest Man, you’re not going to get what you want here. However, there is a page devoted to that and other songs of his here. “I had a really bad dream. It lasted 20 years, 7…
It’s Coming Home (To Roost). Or, How English Football Lost At The Euros, But Won Something Far More Important.
In 2018, I wrote an essay about England’s men’s football team and their performances at the 2018 World Cup in which they reached the semi-finals and lost to Croatia on penalties. Among my usual long-winded, drawn out set of wholly unrelated digressions, I wrote at length – for a change – about the statistics of…
My Nonny’s Dead. Tolerable Folk Music Part 3: Anne Briggs.
In my house, Anne Briggs is the aural equivalent of Marmite. Which, in itself, is unusual because mostly, even though the three of us currently living here have differing tastes in music with some overlap, mostly we’re not inclined to get too uppity about each others’ tastes that don’t tally with our own. Well, that’s…
Hey Nonny! Bagpuss and Learning Through Playing Together. Tolerable Folk Music, part 2.
In the first (oddly popular) part of this little series I mentioned that I’d been into folk music from being a little kid up to the age of about nine or ten, then I wasn’t into it until I was in my early thirties. What I didn’t really go into was why, either in terms…
Hey Nonny! Flaxen Haired, Lamenting Women Are Alright By Me. Tolerable Folk Music, part 1: Introduction, Shirley Collins and Davy Graham.
Folk Roots – New Routes: Shirley Collins and Davy Graham. I’ve written about my on-off relationship with Folk Music before and how I liked it, then didn’t, then did again. The last “did again” phase has been ongoing for maybe fourteen or fifteen years, which isn’t quite as long as the preceding “off” phase, which…
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