Meet the folkers
It was the village folk festival weekend. It was a great success last year and they expected a repeat this year. But nobody had expected a World Cup quarter final.
The village folk stayed home to watch their country power through to the semis, but the folk aficionados were there in strength. Now I can appreciate Dylan and Willie and Dolly, but nothing could have prepared me for those dreary folky dirges. Nothing prepared me for the strangers gathered on the green either. Looking like ZZ Top without the style, I realised that there’s nowt so queer as folk folk.
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Steve McBrevity almost 6 years ago
I know what you mean.
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Steve McBrevity almost 6 years ago
I know what you mean.
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Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
I have no idea where those creatures appeared from and they were lurking around the back of your old house too Steve. Monstrous beards, enormous guts, braces, dodgy-looking once-blue jeans, cowboy boots and faces (what you could see of them) as miserable as sin... and the blokes weren’t much better!
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Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Thanks Drew. I didn’t dis all folk music, just the crap that was playing during the short while I attended, which was mercifully brief.
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Peter Henderson almost 6 years ago
Know the type, loved the story
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Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Thanks Peter.
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Christopher almost 6 years ago
Very good, Neville. But I HATE folk music, at least American folk music. All that "Tom Dooley" and "If I Had A Hammer" crap makes me want to vomit. The real American folk music is the Blues, old guys like Blind Lemon Jefferson and Lead Belly. That's folk music I can get behind.
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Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Hear, hear. Right now I’m into Iris DeMent after watching the Coen Bros True Grit.
