From me, it is a cry of ‘a fish, a fish, a fish, a fishy ooooh’

I just can’t comprehend why, when you’ve got Chapman’s voice in the band, you’d use anyone else to sing.
Not that that is my only problem with that song. I can’t even forgive it for having dated badly; it must […]

Family Entertainment – Second Generation Woman
What a stinker.

But those concerned about the environment have to accept that whatever solutions they propose are only acceptable if they do not contradict the mantra of continuing growth, and whatever they do, they must not […]

While Stephen Patrick, when on backing vocals on The Queen is Dead, gave the credit to a certain Anne Coates, who may or may not be a suburb of Manchester.

As Steve Hackett did the ‘play a classic album in its entirety’ thing with Spectral Mornings, I noted with relief that he did not bother with The Ballad of the Decomposing Man.

Anthony Phillips, prolific early refugee from Genesis, had a Johnsonian relationship with the truth about his band members on early albums. Hubert Rinse and Humbert Ruse were amongst the contributors. His own […]

They would be better than the day job, if only the day job weren’t so good.

Is this the room for an argument?

I was all set to see the equivalent show at Band on the Wall when, just a few days before, John left these shores for good. Very sorry to have missed that one.

And I have been his support act at Northwich! To be fair, he is a genuine legend.

I could probably balance with stuff on the more recent generation.

Performance (that’s us, not somebody else). Audience connection. Repertoire.
Have we done composition and songwriting? Not that I do either.

‘fraid not. I guess the circles in which I sing are not of the generation who have to record everything for posterity. In fact, in many cases, recording is actively discouraged. The only exception is that I am […]

Thanks for the plug daddy-o. This month at Northwich Folk Club includes my singing for dance workshop – counting sheep backwards in Breton a speciality! – and the mighty John Kirkpatrick squeezing his way through […]

New Years Eve is just another fine excuse for a dance. I love the way small ceilidhs snuffle out these village halls / back lane social clubs – anywhere with a sprung dance floor. I was called for a couple of […]

Who are you calling a sock puppet? mmmmffm

Hey, I’ve been to Onehunga.

Classic Laddie

The next generation of the family failed to understand my heavy hints, and I just got a thoroughly practical but in no way Afterword-friendly pair of oven gloves. I drowned my sorrows with the accompanying bottle […]