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Friday January 22nd 2021

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 23, 2021 by deputyfolk

Good morning folks, I’m off the bench for this week’s review. A prompt start, which illustrates a commendable enthusiasm all round, on a night which was to have over 30 zoomers. Is that a word?

            Tonight was a bipolar theme of Burns Night and St Dwynwen’s day. Sort of eighteenth century versus the sixth. Turns seemed to favour the north of the border, with one or two exceptions. Trans-global contributors are busy negotiating their appearance times with Beniar, so that they can get some kip, or don’t have to get up and dressed? I don’t know, its no good asking me what time it is in Albuquerque or Omsk.

            Lovely to see Helen again as well as Natasha, who looked as if she was going to a wedding. Cracking hat . Carl was doing requests and Irene brought her Dundee voice, splendid all round. Blast from the past department was supplied by Richard (Rick) Tynan. Another huge welcome back for Neal and Shereen.

            As you ferret around the YouTube stream trying to find Mike’s hat or Phil’s dog, don’t miss the Haggis recipe courtesy of Dafydd’s mum (95 !) delivered by Bee. You can make better use of Haggis (both meat and meat-free) as a surround for scotch eggs. Not many people know that.

            Anyway, there are both comestible and aural treats within, so get to it. I will finish with two statements that always need to be said.

  1. Between Beniar and Aloon, they put a lot of hard work in to make it look as it is, all for our collective enjoyment. They are to be commended.
  2. Gaffer is playing spoons on a tin of Haggis.

      Stay safe, thank you and please come back next week.
A.P.

Friday January 15th 2021

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 16, 2021 by Rhyl Folk Club

The Fridays keep coming round quickly, yet we’ve still got 2 weeks of January left with it’s crap weather and short days. My left arm’s freezing as I’ve had my sleeve rolled up ready for my jab for a fortnight. Apart from the regular dross, we had a host of new faces with us again, so here’s this week’s summary.

As per usual, I kicked off and Lesley played Ms Rowan Davies; Kate and Ian waltzed through the tune down in N Lincs, even through the bum notes.

I’ve known Alan Manouche for the best part of 30 years. and it was great to see him again. Alan was once, along with Nick Jackson and Andy Mac, part of what was arguably N Wales premier folk group (Alun would argue), Fox Firkin.

Sorry, I’m not listing everyone who played or read, watch the vid!

Aitch lives in Cambridge -on-Sea, I don’t know how she stumbled upon our gathering. What a treat, the tears were rolling down my legs.

John’s Relationship Advice.

Gents! Make your lady feel special! Put a photo of her in the kitchen marked “Employee of The Month”. Follow us on Twitter for more advice on keeping your relationships happy during lockdown.

Dewi and Eileen had been listening to their Richard Thompson cassette this week. They sadly fell off the Wall of Death when their sound suddenly vanished.

After being dressed like a couple of nobs last week, Helen and Mike were back in their scruff again, in a Surrey sort of way. Always good fun.

Bee was painting her pictures with words, as only she can. Dafydd – I’m saying nowt.

We missed Gaffer this week, presumably because it was his birthday. “Birthday” is not strictly accurate as he was actually created in a bloke’s shed near Bodmin and Jan 15th was the day 5000 volts were applied to get him up and running.

Last week, Linda appeared as part of a duo with her grandfather (Brian), but she was solo this week. What a talented lady! The South of England must be a very small place as most of our visitors from down there seemed to know each other. I’ll check how many of them have 6 fingers next week.

Carl was giving us full attention this week – no darts or snooker on the telly. Dave Prescott from Norwich was another new face, but sadly went quickly down in our estimation when he revealed he knew Alan Jones, an old friend of the club who now lives in France. Alan is a member of our Thursday quiz nights. This week’s Golden Nugget of Information was “An adult Pygmy Marmoset weighs 150g”. Every day’s a school day.

Alun finished off the night with one for Natalia, our Moscow correspondent; a song in Welsh but in Russian style, accompanied by accordion, about a small kitchen utensil, possibly non stick. When she asked for this, I think she was taking the piss, Alun!

There were loads more people I haven’t mentioned. all talented and entertaining and busting a gut to have a good time. At least we can look forward to a laugh on a Friday, there’s bugger all on the news to cheer us up.

Alun was a week early with his backdrop of Llanddwyn Island; next week there will be a theme of Burns night (real person, celebrated around the world) / St. Dwynwen’s Day (someone with 7 letters in their name and only 1 vowel). Haggis butties at the beer break.

Here’s the link :-

Friday 8th January 2021

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 9, 2021 by Rhyl Folk Club

An insight into another lovely evening at Rhyl Folk Club and might I say, not a bad attendance for a Friday in early January.

I wonder how many people we would have had live at Ty Newydd. We would certainly not have ventured down through the snow, the Stokies wouldn’t have been braving their caravan and I doubt we’d have had anyone from Sussex, Essex or the Isle of Wight. I must confess, that although I miss seeing you all in person, I was very comfortable last night with my feet up in front of the fire, watching you all on the big telly screen.

It was lovely to see faces we hadn’t seen for a while; welcome to Rick and Delora, their first time with us on zoom and to Cheryl in the audience, from whom we’d love to hear something sometime, and of course nice to see Aunty Ann and Frank, glad your feeling better Ann.

There was much talent to be had, I’m not going to list every person and their songs, I’ll just give you a small window of what went on, and you can watch the rest on the recording. This is partly to bring a change to my blog, but mainly because I want to get outside this morning, the sun is out and the snow is Christmas Card perfect here today.

Dafydd was practising for his weekend job as an Elvis impersonator, drinking brewdog ” Elvis Juice” ale and eating cake, I’m sure he said gateaux, but John tells me it was ghetto, must be his Welsh accent.

Our Texan contingent, Rick and Delora, had a cup of tea. A song aptly taken from the Kinks album, Muswell Hillbillies. We didn’t see Delora, but could hear her backing harmonies stage left.

Gaffer, came sponsored by lego, with a bag of bricks (you’ll have to watch it to buid the connection) and also did a parody of Bugeilio’r Gwenith Gwyn, which apparently advocates the Atkins Diet, bu**er that, I’m having chips with my steak tonight!

T Gwyn appears to be stuck in Santa’s grotto, has he been there since before Christmas? He was sweeping leaves, while we were shovelling snow up here in the hills. He also sang The Hurdy Gurdy Man, his was by Donovan, but when I looked it up on’t internet, there appeared to be a version by the Butthole Surfers (be careful out there on the ether).

How does the joke go? What do you call a man in a suit?……Mike and Helen were dressed up, celebrating their wedding anniversary, 48 years ago in Cardiff City Hall, would you believe.

Brian had found a novel way of circumnavigating zoom for a duet with his friend Linda. Amazing, one of them in Eastbourne and the other on The Isle of Wight.

John Warburton gets an award for being clumsy, on Tuesday night he knocked over a whole glass of wine, tonight it was Carole’s cup of tea, perhaps he should be on dry January.

There were, of course lots of others there, not mentioned, but definitely worth watching, Geoff Durno, Mike, Alun and John. See them all here on the recording. Thanks for coming along, thanks for reading and watching and see you all next week.

Friday January 1st 2021.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 2, 2021 by Rhyl Folk Club

No blog as you know it this week as your writers fancy a week off. There was almost a “normal” turnout, as, let’s face it, we’ve nothing else to do. We learnt that John Warburton mops the kitchen floor in his bell bottoms, (easy to roll up – don’t get wet) and Alun will be wearing his for the time (coming soon) when Wendy throws him into the sea if he doesn’t have a shave (bell bottoms enable “men overboard” to easily remove their trousers while retaining their footwear). Every day is a schoolday. Unless school is in lockdown.

Here’s the link :-

Friday December 18th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 19, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

We had a big turnout of punters from around the country and indeed around the world for our online Christmas bash. Always a highlight of the year in normal times, the lack of physical presence didn’t dampen our spirits.

Lots of festive hats on display (Viking helmets with bells on?!) but the prize went to John Roberts.

Santa himself made an appearance. We knew it was the real Santa, ‘cos he had a Scouse accent. We had Helen from British Columbia and Storm from Massachusetts. There was even a horse.

On a more serious note, I’ve got a bit of a problem. Having lost our Springer Spaniels about 6 years ago and still missing them, I got Lesley a puppy. Unfortunately Lesley has developed a severe allergic reaction to dogs so I am looking to find a good home. Now trained to reliably wee on newspaper by the back door, has a clean driving licence and can cook; a bit snappy on occasions and has a slight drink problem, Any offers?

A fair few of our singers seemed to have learned the same songs and there was a lot of “Bugger! I was going to do that!”. I thought the raffle went well, although Mike and Helen’s elation on winning my crusty cob quickly turned to disappointment when they realised they would have to go to Tesco’s (or probably Waitrose in their case – Surrey) to buy a lookalike.

Glenys always wins stuff in the raffle, so it was no surprise to see her take the star prize – the Sink Plunger (one careful owner, seldom used).

Fellas. If the lady in your life wants diamonds for Xmas, buy her a deck of cards. Follow Rhyl Folk Club on Twitter for more relationship advice.

Things had been going ok ’til at about 9.00 I was scared s**tless, when a bloke with a torch wearing a mask appeared at my window (we live in an extremely remote location). The guy delivering the Amazon stuff was probably even more scared when he looked in to see a pensioner with a string of sausages around his neck singing to a computer screen full of Muppets.

I’m not listing all the performers and songs – watch it on our YouTube recording, it’s a couple of hours well spent. Some of it was educational – we had songs with bits in Portuguese, Latin, German, French and Welsh, although most were in God’s own language. Up your’s Alun and Gwyn!

There’s no club on the 25th. If your relatives are getting on your thruppenny bits, sit ’em in front of a screen and show them the recording!

Ok, the year’s had it’s ups and downs. While we’ve missed meeting up at the club, Zoom has proved a fair substitute. We proved that audience participation can work on Zoom, although sometimes it requires the help of a reindeer.

Plus we’ve met with wonderful, warm, talented people from all over, who have entertained us every Friday night; some relatively local, some from a few hundred miles away and some from a few thousand.

When this is all over, I’m going to miss them. John and Carole may regret ever turning up however, as I’ll be going to their club on a Tuesday. Sadly, we’ll always now be without Adie.

There is a club night on January 1st; we’ll all be having a quiet NY Eve on our own this year, so come along the night after and we’ll have a bit of fun. I may be plundering my Fascinating Aida catalogue (ie unsuitable for minors).

It simply remains for me, on behalf of everyone at the club to wish you all a Merry Christmas with those you love and surely a better 2021. Here’s the recording – DON’T miss it.

Friday 11th December 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 12, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Here we are on the 2nd Friday of Advent, or for the atheists amongst you, the 11th little door in the chocolate calendar. A Christmas Cracker of a night with a fair splattering of Christmas jumpers in evidence.

It’s only officially Christmas at Rhyl Folk Club when Alun sings In The Bleak Midwinter. With tune by Holst and words by Rossetti ( Christina that is, not Rossetti Avenue in Burnley, where JS was dragged up) this is the most beautiful of all the Christmas songs and always makes me cry. It can all begin now. If you weren’t in early enough to hear this, then you MUST listen to it in the recording.

John had to follow that, which he did with The Ballad of Johnnie Puller and The Innocents. John’s Christmas songs can also make me cry, sometimes, as tonight, when they make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and other times, when their content makes me cringe!

Steve and Lisa continued the Christmas theme with festive offerings of Rudolph and A Blue Christmas.

Ian Campbell then Went West, in opposition to the rest of the religious bods, who were following the star in the east. For those of you with an interest in astronomy you may want to look at the sky on the evening of the 21st of December when, for the first time in 800 years the Christmas Star can be seen as Saturn and Jupiter closely align. (Click the highlight to see more about this)

Mike Hawkins literally Left on his Jet Plane, as he experienced bandwidth issues, luckily Who Knows Where the Time Goes ran smoothly, it was lovely, as always. Sheila followed with Pam Ayre’s You Should Have Asked My Husband. She was obviously talking about Mike, who apparently runs on batteries!, he could take over as Boris’s Special Advisor now Dom Cummings has left the ship. A great example of an old poem that has become topical again as what goes around comes around. Beautifully delivered Sheila.

Dave Hytch Got The Urge For Going. JS gets that when he hears running water (it’s an age thing). Past The Point of Rescue was excellent, one of my favourites and it came over very well on Zoom too.

Geoff Durno brought Roy Bailey back with A Song for David, after which, The Dubliners upset a barrowload of bricks. Nice set Geoff.

Bee, Reeled Through Life, remembering her days as a Scottish Country Dancer. I remember mine as a Highland dancer (yes, there is a distinction), my knees have never been the same since. Bee’s Knees might have fared better with the gentler form of the art.

Dafydd had a Christmas Carol, not by Dickens, which he related in Welsh with English subtitles, we have it all ways here.

Mike and Helen went all Gospel on us, everyone in the boxes were joining in and there were some serious pyrotechnics going on. They then followed it with something we hadn’t heard from Mike before – A Folk Song. It’s nice to get new regulars via Zoom and great that they don’t mind us taking the p.

Brian, is another similarly like minded newbie, his background tonight was obviously one of his sexting images. He has underpants on his list for Father Christmas, it’s always socks in this house.

Chas and Jan had plundered another of their old vinyl collection and found Nos Naddolig Yw or It’s Christmas Eve (Ithink). They followed this with The Ikea Song which resulted in a little joining in from the percussion section.

Gaffer then remembered the days of his youth and his wet nurse, it reminded me of Nursie in Blackadder. He then did another classic type of folk song, a song of the sea in the form of a Haddock which he had on a slab rather than the usual plate.

Gwyn couldn’t be with us in person, but sent a contribution in the form of The Graveyard at Bethel by ID Hooson, I think it involved a discussion between 2 bodies in a cemetery, spooky!

The late Mr and Mrs Warburton had joined us, John had a Peace song, not exactly Christmas, but in the spirit. He then jumped a season to Spring. Carole had promised us 3 seasonal offerings pre Christmas So This is Christmas was the 2nd excellent one.

It now being past 10.30 and the bewitching hour JS finished us off (literally) with Jehova’s Witness. I didn’t think they were into Christmas.

This is your invitation to next weeks RFC Christmas Party, usual time and place. Dress Code: optional jumpers or headwear. There will, of course, be the usual buffet, but as Sheila has forgotten to place the order with Sainsbury’s we are relying on you all to bring a contribution, similarly with the Mega Christmas Raffle.

Here is the link to last nights recording, a great big thank you goes out to Alun, who has spent this morning and half of the night downloading and sorting it all out. (Zoom does strange things to the size of the file at times)

Friday 4th December 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 5, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Hey ho and welcome all, as usual, a box of delights was seen and heard yesterday evening. Before I report on the ups and ups of last night and its many tunes and merriment, I must  alert you to the final day of the RFC Black Friday sale. This will be your opportunity and,indeed, last chance to secure some rare and valuable items. Some have not been seen before, bit like Alun’s wallet. So, look upon these items as your last chance, we have low stock on some of the more popular lines. This is a final clearance and things are selling fast.

We start with the offering by ARJ of his string-free banjo. This is a rare and delightful instrument that comes with ( at no extra cost! ) a free tuning manual. £299.99 , a real bargain. Alun has also released for sale, an accordion (limited edition) p.o.a.. Next up, John Shepherd’s bespoke Kwhyeton guitar. It’s ability to key change is legendary and can be yours for a mere £7,500.99p. Available in dropped D only. Mike Hawkins has managed, via his vast contacts amongst the Whaling community to offer six Penguin Eggs for a week in March at the very reasonable price of £799.09. You can pick them up in Valparaiso, ask for Juan. Keith Prices’ pipes are only £909.50 and can be played up or down. DADGAD tuning is available for this item at an agreed rate. We are grateful to Lesley for her donation of a violin bow (the fiddle is extra) for £789.99p. This bow can knock out traditional Scottish dance tunes at a rate of knots, and potential customers with dodgy knees, ankles and other orthopaedic impediment should seek professional advice. Nick Jackson has donated a compoundium of memory-rich hilarity to enliven any day out. Family ticket £5. Note: All animals were protected and fed in the making of this must-have volume. We come now to the Gaffer monologues- what can I say? Anything and everything in verse and innuendo with the added frisson of historical accuracy. A four volume C90 tape set is only £499.99. Please note, the shorter versions have sold out. The peep-show photo album is only £110.99 and brings an unbelievable clarity to your favourites, whatever your F-stop. This is a limited edition print run. All photos reveal fully clothed performers. Finally, and well, what can I say about a self-tuning triangle. This instrument has entertained audiences up and down our street, as well as Bodnant Infants. Yours for £899.99. This item may be subject to a product recall as it cannot play The Ashokan Farewell. So there we are, please turn to page 567 for details of how to pay.

The evening started, as usual, with a sound check. And, by Jove, a prompt start on the muppet boxes with a welcome new pair of Dewi and Eileen and a predicted 2245 hrs finish. We will see. John started with a Jez Lowe special, A small coal song. An Eric Bogle song with bad language and irreverence was next. John W and Carol were next. He started with a J Tull number masquerading as a carol. Universal Soldier was next. This Donovan number is  always a favourite, and written by Buffy Saint-Marie in 1964. Carol has three Xmas poems for us. We will have one a week and thank you for them. Better than cards. Well done, indeed! Ian gave us a love song by the group Imissedit . They should be quite well known to deaf reviewers. Surely by Now followed, and very nice too. A Dev Cooke song. Nick Jackson was a welcome returner and even more welcome for his KK cover of The Pilgrim- Chapter 33. Nick’s next was a wassailing song that he hasn’t done since , er , last December. We look forward to hearing it again next year, but Nick, don’t leave it that long before you return to the muppet boxes. Brian was up next with a John Denver number. It was good to hear It Was good to be back home again. I’m in love with a Morris-Dancer, is not an expression you want to hear every day. It was clean, but fraught with danger. It would not end well, and didn’t.

Steve and his tadpole were to follow the Morris-Dancer. From bonkers to utter madness. On the good ship Lollipop was a treat indeed. From fully twelve foot away we were presented with a song, it being twilight, and we were weary. The glistening shadows have never been more entertaining. A saw is a saying, unless it’s a thing for trimming wood. Mike Davies was in the Red River Valley with a lady called Imissedit (see above).

Helen it was, helping with Little White Dove.

Gaffer’s offering was in response to a request from JS. A song in the best tradition of historical accuracy and wit. It involved the Kaiser and his hat. Best get Wikipedia-upped and run it again on the YouTube re-run. Then you’ll know what he is on about. The next one involved the identity of a corpse. Three men were having trouble identifying a gentleman, mercifully expired, and whether it was Hughes-or not, was mystifying the whole of Llanrwst. When Ellie Waves Goodbye was Geoff Durno’s first . A Harvey Andrews song. A Tom Paxton number, I Followed Her Into the West was one I’d not come across before. As Geoff said, that Paxton lad will go far. Mike Hawkins brought his guitar to the first offering, Colours, a Donovan classic. Raglan Road was next, and was as lovely as it always is. T Gwyn had a sad poem by Idwal Lloyd. Dust to Dust was a poignant air. His next was the Drifters hit Save the Last Dance for Me. A song with an interesting back-story just as poignant as the funeral song- nearly.

Phil Hartley gave us two Scottish songs. The first from Stu McGregor about itinerant labour and its concomitant risks to relationships. His next was a Glasgow school-childrens’ version of the school nativity play and the risks involved there.

John introduced Bee for her poem. As always, it was much enjoyed and thought provoking. Dafydd was trying for Rab C, in a poem about Bee-keepers. A big effing success and effing D was on song tonight. New people (welcome welcome) Dewi and Eileen started with a Strange Affair. A Richard Thompson song, and he is always a favourite.

They did not disappoint and by the way, they, and indeed John and Carol can be heard at Dragon’s Breath Folk Club. Google it. Their second was a song of the sea and seafarers from Caernarfon. In cymraeg mind! Excellent stuff.

Alun finished off the splendid first half of tonight’s entertainment with Dougie McLean’s song of a mid-life crisis Down Too Deep. The Beatles song Norwegian Wood was the song to bring us to a finish for the first half.

Steve Andisaw gave us a potted history of his musical beginnings in Stoke (me Duck) and I would love to explain it to you, but  this breath of fresh air defies standard description. Phil had to follow that, in a Moggie Minor. The Road to Penrith was a coming to pass song, in all that implies and that’s to say nowt about using stockings to repair a fan belt. Beware. Dewi and Eileen had a Kate Rusby song that is called Bitter Boy . This does not involve a predilection for Tetley.

Nick Jackson brought us all to a nice finish with a cracking tale about getting to the song ahead of the turn, and put the decimal point on the night with the Likely Lads theme. What became of the people indeed…….

Thank you all, and everyone else too. See you next week and don’t forget, if you would like to do the report, give it a go and send it to John. We need to hear from everyone and try to get everyone involved. So, give it a try.

Here’s the link to the video; very handy for those who missed bits……

Friday November 27th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 28, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

It’s JS blogging today. It’s a bit tricky trying to make notes while doing the hosting ie there will be little factual content today.

Housekeeping :- We’ve had a card with a lovely message from Ann, thanking us for the donation after Adie’s funeral and saying just how much he enjoyed his Friday nights; he will be very much missed.

It was nice to see a couple of Club regulars get the recognition they deserve this week; Joe and Mary (of Denbigh Bespoke Joinery ) have been chosen by the Post Office this year.

I opened the night with some Robbie Burns, before settling the argument as to whether or not audience participation is possible on Zoom. See the recording, Where did the bloody hens come from?

John W was in soppy mood again and Carole was laying down the rules. Why does Drakeford bother? The idiots in S Wales don’t pay a blind bit of notice.

Mike Davies, whose company we have enjoyed for several weeks, regularly performs with Irene at their local venue. Tonight Irene sang with Mike on a backing track. Brilliant! Karine Polwart’s “Follow the Heron” sung acapella was equally as good. First Xmas decs of the season as well (or are they still up from last year?)

There was quality stuff from Bee (Winter Landscape – a sonnett), then Dafydd left me again questioning my sanity.

Terry was another new face, joining us from Essex. He said that when he joined the meeting at 7.30 he could tell it was going to be “an interesting night” ie. stuck with a load of nutters for 3 hours. His own songs, lovely voice and sympathetic guitar. I’d have gladly parted with used notes (ok, loose change, I’m a tight bastard) to hear this.

Gaffer – a sort of broken token song and another about a Morris dancer leaving his bells attached whilst indulging in the pleasures of the flesh.

Here is a public service announcement.

How to fall asleep in a living room chair.

  1. Be old.
  2. Sit in a chair.

Lisa had pretty good sound quality for her song “The gulls of Invergordon”, about birds getting paralytic on distillery mash, but sadly it went a bit pear shaped again when Steve tried with a mic. We’ll get there in the end.

Back with a club regular; Mike H unknowingly had accompaniment with 4 guitars and a violin for “The water is wide”. Nice to see people being involved.

Mike Davies has been a few times now and I feel comfortable taking the piss. He was being a pirate, with all of his parts ( and a lady who looked far too young to be his wife).

Yet another new face! Where is the barrel they scrape to turn up in N Wales on a Friday? Malcolm joined us from Worcester (I always like the sauce in stews). Playing fiddle, he had some backing tracks to fill in the gaps. Stunningly good. He played “The Rose” and a Swedish polka. If there’s one thing my missus loves more than shoplifting, it’s a dance. She dragged me up for a shuffle round the living room. Worse than my singing (not difficult).

A poem on vid followed by a live song from Gwyn and then a song on vid from Geoff Durno, still sadly cursed by broadband issues. Playing his Lowden tonight.

Brian was still in Eastbourne, (for me, always the home of the Dental Estimates Board), which is perhaps as well – the song of the 6 foot 7 inch woman may not have gone down well with Big Dilys who works Burtons’ Corner (so I hear). Not a woman to tangle with.

Is orange a colour or a fruit?

The deep mellow tones of Dave Hyche followed. Wow! what a voice.

Despite starting off on the water, Alun had got through most of his bottle of Rioja (other wines are available, but seldom as good). “Clare to Here” and “Adra” were both delivered with his usual finesse (ie too many notes).

I opted for a late finish as I wanted to hear all our newbies again. Glad I did! I forgot to ask Margaret if she had a song for us tonight after we’d pestered her for weeks. Sorry!!!

Do we have any thoughts re. a (shorter?) night on Frid Jan 1st?

If you want to put in any requests for songs, put it on the chat on a Friday. They may be totally disregarded, but no harm in asking. For myself, I’d like “Down too deep” from Alun and “Hughes and the 2 arseholes” or “Kaiser Bill” from Gaffer.

Here’s the recording (Proclaimers eat your heart out)

Friday 20th November 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 21, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Well another Friday night passes at Rhyl Folk Cub and now there are only 5 weeks left till Christmas and by next week we will be choosing the tree to cut from the field. I can see John’s ba humbug face as he reads this, but I love it.

John set off with Some Dreams and The River by Bruce (The Boss) Springsteen, I can’t remember telling him never to do this song again, but then, perhaps I had simply eradicated it from my memory. It just shows how far he has come over the years. He then tried to get his own back though, when he forgot to put me on, a dangerous game to play! When I get to Aly Bain’s standard with The Pearl I will drop the guitar player.

Geoff Durno was back tonight and gave us Annie’s Song, not the John Denver one. It was lovely to hear you live Geoff, don’t worry about the memory lapse, there were plenty others later in the night and don’t forget the beauty of Zoom, we wouldn’t see the paper with the words!

Ian Campbell went Down to the Sea with words from a John Mansfield poem to a tune of his own. He then, by complete contrast did a song by Metallica. What is it tonight, Springsteen, Metallica and T Gwyn in a leather jacket doing his Fonz impression, are we turning into a Folk Rock Club?

Dafydd and Bee were next, Bee was Travelling Hopefully, with a sad, but poignant poem about migrant boat people, while Dafydd wanted to be English, something rarely said by a Welshman.

Nancy fell over for John W, tell her to take more water with it John. Donovan followed and Carole had Les Barker’s Forever, a serious but sensitive poem – not the type of double entendre filth that JS usually trots out.

Steve Andisaw, a new face, from Birmingham brought along Custard, his amazing tap dancing rabbit, we’ve seen plenty of cats and quite a few dogs, but this was certainly a first.

Steve had other firsts up his sleeve as well. I thought he was going to give us an evocative piece on the panpipes, but when he did a medley of music hall songs and accompanied himself on the the concertina, at the same time ____well, it was certainly something we’d never heard before, but definitely a lot of fun. His second took us on a railway journey around the UK, passing every station along the line, including some impressive Welsh ones. It came complete with rail rhythm on ukelele! ROLY, you have to listen to this on the recording.

Phil was back from Hexham and had to follow that. He did it ably with a Stan Rogers’s song of the sea and one about walking home form the pub (a few drinks had been taken) with talking dogs and dancing daddy long legs!

T Gwyn had a Q and A session in Welsh with English translation and Be Bop a Lula by Gene Vincent. Gwyn had dressed for the occasion in his black leather jacket, but forgot his black leather glove.

Brian did The Dubliners 7 Drunken Nights, the 2nd song of the night warning of the hallucinatory effects of the drink. He then had a Rambling Syd Rumpo compilation. – It’s hard to believe it, but not the first time we’ve heard Green Grow My Nadgers O’. Bee and Dafydd were giving it gusto.

Back to something resembling normality with Lord Franklin from Mike Hawkins and Stan Rogers made his 2nd appearance of the night in The North West Passage.

Crikey, can you believe we’ve still got another 6 turns to go?

Carl was unaccomplished (well, not really a fair description of his ability) with Bonnie Mary of Argyle, but we knew where his priorities lay when he eschewed his guitar, saving his injured elbow for a round of golf on Saturday!

Natalia, our talented Moscow correspondent, gave us a topical poem about global warming, she had written this herself in English – wow – and she had some Welsh phrases. Puts some of the rest of us to shame!

The Gaffer, appearing tonight as Doug Springer, reciprocated with a song in English, which sounded like it was in Russian.

Dave Hytch gave us John Prine and Leonard Cohen in his low, low bass. On the chat, Carl commented that he would be snapped up by any Male Voice Choir. So, if you want to mix your music Dave-

Chas and Jan (alias Dave) had plundered their one and only vinyl album, Fishermen’s Friends (no filth now!) to get Bound for South Australia and my favourite, All You No Hopers , Jokers and Rogues. Brilliant.

Steve got an eight form Craig Revel Horwood for the dancing in his box to the first one.

With so much talent on the screen tonight we only had time to go once about and Alun rounded off the proceedings with Joni Mitchell’s Both Sides Now, a song he had learnt today – almost – . Pretty Saro finished it all, a lovely song, even with the unmuting.

At some point in the evening requests had been discussed. If you have any, put them on the website, FB page or on the Chat next week, any polite ones will be considered.

Have a listen to the recording here and if you don’t have a laugh and a good time you can ask for a refund.

Friday April 18th 2014 (50th Anniversary).

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on April 19, 2014 by Rhyl Folk Club

apr_18_3_rr cutoutApr 18 8 rrWith a capacity crowd and a long list of singers, Andrew rolled up the sleeves of his K.F.C. shirt (other take-aways are available) and got off to an early start. If you want to see everyone who sang, look at the collage at the bottom, the list is too long to mention everyone in the blog.

apr_18_4_rrIt was a delight to see and hear some of the “old-timers” who had made the effort to be at the club on our 50th anniversary. Darryl got “premature clap” when, merely pausing in his song to take a swig from his pint of Chilean merlot, some of the audience thought (wished?) he’d finished and put their hands together. I owe a great personal debt to Darryl for his encouragement when I first started at the club over 25 years ago. If you think I’m crap now, you should have heard me then! apr 18 16 rr

Hadyn Smith, looking very dapper, first sang at the club in 1966, and despite having to be somewhere else on the night managed to turn up to give a moving version of “The Fish Finger Blues”.

I’m not sure how Brian got through “All the little chickens”, with the wall of sound of farmyard animals coming back at him. Brian looks almost as young as ever (due to the picture in his attic), but alas, Jeff seems to have now stopped exfoliating and using his moisturiser and is showing 6 of the 7 signs of ageing; the only one he fails to demonstrate is rigor mortis. Jeff has been doing much of the graft for the club for years and doesn’t get the recognition he deserves. That unfortunately doesn’t stop me taking the piss.apr 18 14 rr

Thanks to all the ladies who provided the food and to everyone who brought stuff for the raffle. Except Mike Hawkins. Those who read last weeks summary may remember he returned a perfectly good bottle of booze which he then won for a second time. Sure enough it returned again this week. Hopefully it has now gone to a good home where it will be treated with more care and respect.apr 18 9 rr

It was fitting that young Mathew finished off the evening, after hearing the people who had carried the club through it’s first 50 years. Billy Connolly once likened life to a bus journey, where people keep getting off, sometimes before their stop. Over the years we’ve lost a few; Mike Hand, Kristen, Lindsay and of course, Ted. Due to the demographics of the club, it’s inevitable that more of us will be standing up and ringing the bell and we seem unable to attract a younger element to come and have a laugh on a Friday night, with the predictable end result of Mathew singing to an empty room (or a row of urns). We hope Mathew got his parents back to the home safely.

Guest night next week – Peter and Barbara Snape.50th collage finish

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