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…

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…