As regular readers of this blog/website/whatever it is will 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…
Tag: Folk Music
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 to The Pentangle again. Which, around our house, means that Mrs Middlerabbit has no…
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…
Oh! How Strange The Loon. Or, John The Baptist by John & Beverley Martyn.
“Lying and poetry are the arts,” Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying. The week before last, something strange happened to my boring website with boring stories about boring things. Last week a lot of people read my post about The Only Living Boy In New York. The reason an unusually large number of people did…
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