Off home in a few hours. Playing gigs with Jessica on Saturday and Sunday evenings. Hopefully I’ll also be able to get to the pub on Saturday evening to meet up with my friends who weren’t able to get here for my birthday last weekend. The gig on Saturday should be fairly undemanding; we’re just [...]
Scheduling continues to thwart me at every turn
Walking back from the town centre today, I was passing a pub that seems to put on quite a lot of live music, and noticed that, amongst other acts, Nils Lofgren, of Crazy Horse and the E-Street Band, is performing there on the 23rd. Great! No, wait, I’m going back home that weekend, because Jessica [...]
Horror of horrors
Last night I discovered that on Friday, the unthinkable happened. The police raided The Half Moon. The Half Moon is a pub in Oxford, which is home to a folk music session every Sunday night, and the landlord, Joe, has a very relaxed attitude to the closing times demanded by the licensing laws. This is [...]
Revitalised Duck
I have just got back from one of the best morris practices for a while. A few minor revisions to The Boys Of The Bunch have made it somewhat more interesting, plus, at my suggestion, we are also abandoning the tune we had previously used for it (borrowed from Ascot-under-Wychwood), and using instead The Orange [...]
Wallingford Bunkfest
This weekend I went to Wallingford Bunkfest, a small folk festival (and also incorporating a beer festival). And, as part of Ducklington Morris, who were dancing on Saturday, I got a performer’s pass, which meant I could get into to any events without paying anything. This, I thought, was unusually generous, particularly since it was [...]
Ducklington’s Day of Dance
On Saturday was Ducklington Morris’ Day Of Dance. Other sides present were, in no particular order, Alton, Owlswick, Ragged and Old, Towersey, Cry Havoc, Royal Oak, Headington Quarry (but only in the evening), and a group of Hungarian folk dancers called Néptánckör, who were probably the most interesting of our guests. Their dances seemed to [...]
Just when you thought it was safe to go out in Finstock
I’ve just got back from playing for Ducklington, who were dancing with Owlswick in Finstock. Except that it wasn’t just us and Owlswick. Also present were some of the local group of belly dancers. Now, you might be forgiven for thinking that belly dancers wouldn’t be such a bad thing. That they might even be [...]
Californian morris dancers
We danced out today with ‘Moreton Bay Fig Morris’, a side from roughly 5,500 miles away, in San Diego, California. They were respectable enough, I suppose. One or two of them were rather portly, and could barely get off the ground, but on the whole, they were a decent enough side. I’ve certainly seen far [...]
Grrr
I really don’t like concreting. I’m even less fond of breaking up rocks with a sledgehammer. I particularly don’t like doing the aforementioned in the hot sun while suffering from hayfever (so I have to run inside and blow my nose every fifteen minutes). Considering I’m going to be spending less than half of my [...]
Dancing and such…oh, and TV as well
Busy day today, morris-wise. First up was Queen Emma’s Morris’s day of dance. There were no other sides present, besides us and Emma’s; apparently Mr. Hemming’s were invited but couldn’t make it. It’s sad watching Emma’s dance these days. They used to be a fairly strong side, but these days they just shuffle about like [...]